Chapter 775 In This Situation, I Want to Compose a Poem (3 Chapters)

Mencius' "Tai Jia": Heaven commits evil, there is something to be violated; man commits evil, he cannot live.

Now this sentence is really suitable for He Peng. How dare you say such a thing? I like the way you can't understand me and can't kill me.

Take a look, everyone take a good look, isn't this looking for a draw?

So Shi Batian directly asked people to go in to get this guy. Fortunately, Ye Fei stopped him, but although he stopped these four people, Ye Fei couldn't stop the audience in the live broadcast room.

All the audience in the live broadcast room will be driven mad by this guy He Peng, you bastard, scold you to death, you little son of a bitch.

In the end, Ye Fei had no choice but to draw people's attention away with a lottery draw. Not to mention, this trick was really useful.

As soon as everyone heard that the lottery draw was about to start, they all forgot about He Peng one by one. Compared with the number of guests in the live broadcast, He Peng was completely negligible.

Seeing that everyone heard Ye Fei talk about the lottery draw, He Peng stopped scolding him in excitement.

He knew that there were four big guys outside, and now he really didn't dare to move around anymore, at least the good guy wouldn't suffer the immediate loss, right?

"Fuck, it's time to draw a lottery. Wow, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

"God, today's guest quota is amazing enough. After being drawn, I will go directly to Ye Shen's to have a banquet next time. It's crazy."

"Ah, God Ye, please slap me, I'm going to be a live broadcast guest, I'm handsome."

"Pfft~~Your sister, you can get you because you are handsome? I am still the most handsome of our village chief, I am not ashamed to say."

"Stop sending messages, the lottery draw has started, can you be as mature as me? I always get excited when it comes to the lottery draw, what's so exciting about it? Isn't it just a lottery draw? I... I'm excited and I said Yet?"

"..."

Seeing the news from the people in the live broadcast room, Ye Fei smiled and said: "Okay, friends, today's time is relatively tight. After all, we still have a lot of food to cook, so let's hurry up."

After speaking, he looked at He Peng, then at Yimihua, and said, "Who will come first?"

He Peng directly pointed at Yimihua. Just now he was the target of 300 to 400 million viewers, but now he dared not show his face if he had the guts to meet them.

In the end, Yimihua got the wrong idea, grabbed He Peng's hand, and said with a happy face when He Peng pulled back vigorously: "I knew you were good to me, and I wouldn't fight with you." .”

He Peng: "..."

Damn, are all Africans so self-indulgent?

The guy rolled his eyes, pulled his hand out and quickly retreated.

When Yimihua came to the computer, the people in the live broadcast room became quiet in an instant. They all stared at Yimihua with big eyes and small eyes, but the result was that the more they watched, the darker they felt.

"Black girl, you are the most beautiful black girl I've ever seen. You must get me." Suddenly, a viewer sent a message, which almost killed more than half of the audience in the live broadcast room.

Black girl?

Damn, you really dare to scream, don't you know that this will make people look ugly? Hit people without slapping them in the face, and curse people without revealing their faults, okay?

Just when everyone thought that Yimihua would be angry, who knew that Yimihua's smile was brighter than the sun, and she said excitedly: "Heimei? Oh, I like this name, it's really nice, and it fits so well with me. Thanks, I'll do my best to smoke you."

Everyone: "..."

Damn, is that okay?

In an instant, the word "black girl" in the live broadcast room completely became the word with the highest frequency of occurrence, and the audience swiped frantically one by one. .

Ye Fei covered his face, and went directly to the side, thinking that this group of people really fucked up too much when they fucked up, and they screamed and stopped playing.

"Pick it, Miss Yimihua, hurry up and smoke it." Ye Fei urged from the side.

Yimihua nodded with a smile, then held the mouse and clicked on the wheel of fortune.

The wheel of fortune started to spin, and the live broadcast room fell silent again. This time, no one spoke, and everyone watched the wheel of fortune with bated breath, wondering who the winner would be in the end.

Finally, the lucky turntable stopped, and the lucky audience appeared. Many people laughed when they saw this person.

Because this audience is also one of Ye Fei's old audiences, and it is a very sour old audience-wet people!

Seeing that the first lucky guest turned out to be a wet man, many viewers burst out laughing.

"I wipe it, wet man, did you write a Buddhist poem today?"

"It's amazing, my wet man, the boy's luck is too bad today, right?"

"Damn, that's okay? I really asked for all the great gods I could ask for just now, so I can't get it?"

"It's useless to ask for that thing now. I don't think you've asked Yao Xiaoming's grandparents for their aura yet."

Yao Xiaoming: "..."

"Damn egg!"

Everyone: "..."

This brat snatched a microphone today, and it's been quiet for a long time, but the exit made everyone shut up again, just scolding.

After scolding, Yao Xiaoming was still muttering.

"You three or four billion people, if you all ask my grandparents, how busy are they? Do you still have time to take care of me? It's beautiful to think about each of them."

Everyone again: "..."

This bear, can you say this?

Yao Jianshe and Peerless Yaoji completely knelt down for their son, didn't they see that they didn't even say a word now?

When everyone was being soured by Yao Xiaoming, the wet man made a horrified expression, and then followed it with an ecstatic expression, and sent a message: "My mother?"

This guy got excited and made a typo.

A group of people watched it completely laughing, there are too many strange things in today's live broadcast.

"Ahem, wet man, it's not your mother, it's you."

"Brother Wet, calm down, typos can easily mislead people."

"Calm down? You have to be able to calm down, brother, if it were you, you would be excited too."

"Wet Man, I won't show you that I got you? Although you are a regular audience, I have never seen you give God Ye a decent gift. Swipe two spaceships to see."

"Yes, wet man, we don't mind when we don't give a reward, but today, if you don't give a reward, it's really unreasonable."

Wet Man: "..."

This guy was speechless for a long time, and an old man from Nanjiang suddenly spoke.

"Wet people, it's still the same, can you sell the quota? One billion!!"

With a word from an old man in Nanjiang, the live broadcast room was directly stewed.

Nearly 400 million people are all dumb.

Billion!

In order to buy this quota, the old man directly exported one billion yuan!

What is this concept?

How much he wanted to get this spot!

Eat all over the world laughed and said: "Old man, are you risking your life?"

An old man from Nanjiang laughed and said, "There's nothing you can do if you don't risk your life. You can't get me."

"Can I follow a little?"

"Hehe, bidding is free, but let's see who can buy it in the end."

"That's fine, one billion one billion!!"

Kacha~~

If you eat all over the world, it is like a spring thunder that exploded over the live broadcast room, instantly driving everyone in the live broadcast room crazy.

"I, I, I... I got a big fuck."

"Eleven...billion? My brain is going to explode!"

"What the hell is going on here? Brother Tianxia is not kind, you are going to kill everyone with one sentence."

Zhang Junwei sent a message at this time: "Join in the fun, add 100 million!"

Everyone: "..."

Baby Matsui: "Xiba, you lunatics, with 100 million!"

Everyone again: "..."

Ma Dan, you still say that he is a lunatic, and you are also a lunatic, a complete lunatic.

Before people could react, Arathor also rushed over.

"200 million, plus 200 million, I am bound to get this quota, everyone, for the sake of being a minority, how about giving it to me?"

A gang of old men from Nanjiang: "..."

minority?

I'll fuck your sister, what kind of minority are you? Brother, don’t you come from the same country?

Everyone could see that Arathor worked really hard for this spot.

The price was one after another, and the last quota was suddenly called by these people for a price of two billion!

Let alone the audience, Ye Fei was about to faint.

Wo Ri, do you want to be so crazy about your guest spot? I won't be broadcasting live, okay? Is it okay for me to just buy the quota?

Qin's house in Kyoto.

Tan Wuchen saw that this group of people had fired up the number of guests to two billion in order to eat Ye Fei's delicious food. He really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He wanted to laugh because the competition was so fierce because everyone watched Ye Fei's Tan family dishes today. You don't have to think about it afterwards. Qin's dishes must be more popular. There is one banquet a day. It is estimated that the order will be in a few years. .

He wanted to cry because of the price. Although Lao Tzu's Tan family food is already considered a rich dish, although it is already a sky-high price in the eyes of many people, compared with Ye Fei, it's as good as leftovers. What's the difference between this?

Pp Network News Department.

Liu Feng jumped up without warning, then grabbed his keyboard excitedly, and slammed it against the table.

A good keyboard, the keys that were dropped by this guy flew around, which shocked everyone in the office.

"Liu Feng, are you really crazy?"

"What kind of plane are you doing? Crazy!"

"It's gone, this guy is gone, now he's a celebrity in our news department, young people can't stand it when they become famous, and they start to go away."

Even his editor-in-chief ran over, stared at Liu Feng with a tigerish face and said, "Liu Feng, are you really floating, or do you think I can't hold a knife anymore? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, you Believe it or not, I will take you under the knife today?"

Without further ado, Liu Feng pulled his editor-in-chief to his seat, pointed to his computer, and said, "Ye Shen's guest quota is auctioned for 2 billion! Get me a new keyboard!"

Editor-in-Chief: "...use mine first!"

It can be said that everyone was frightened by this price, because it was too exaggerated and unbelievable, and many people would never even dream of such a situation.

The live broadcast room was completely chaotic, but the people were chaotic but quieted down without warning, because everyone found a very serious problem. The wet man who has a quota has lost his voice.

"I have a bad premonition that Wet Man will learn from Brother Wit." Suddenly, a viewer sent a message.

Witty Brother: "...Lie down!"

"Wetman, what the hell are you doing? Let me tell you, if you want to imitate Brother Wit, believe it or not, the 300 million people in the live broadcast room will scold you more fiercely than He Peng?"

He Peng: "... metoo."

Just when a group of people were going crazy, Wet Man suddenly sent a message. Seeing this message, the people in the live broadcast room fainted collectively.

Wet man: "I want to compose a poem for this situation!"