Chapter 324
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The moment Huo Yao finished her sentence, the camera pointed at her.
She was tall and slender and dressed in sportswear. She casually rolled up her sleeves, which made her look handsome. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a black mask that covered most of her face. Her deep eyes glanced at the camera before looking away.
Seeing this scene, the bullet screen in the live broadcast room was flooded again.
Huo Xiang walked up to his little sister and touched his nose. "Have you killed a chicken before?"
"No," replied Huo Yao coolly without even looking up.
Huo Xiang went quiet. "..."
The yard was huge, and the production crew had prepared very few chickens. Moreover, the other guests were trying their best to catch the chickens, so the entire yard was in a mess.
Huo Yao pointed at the two chickens in the corner that no one was catching. She tilted her head and looked at Huo Xiang. "Which one do you want?"
Huo Xiang's face trembled. "Ah... either one is fine."
The most important thing was to catch it.
"Sure." Huo Yao nodded. She sounded as though catching a chicken was a piece of cake for her.
Meanwhile.
Zhuo Yun was holding his phone as he watched Huo Yao and Huo Xiang's live stream. He could not help pursing his lips when he saw the anti-fans' comments. "What do these fans know? Miss Huo's hands are priceless. How can a chicken be worthy of her?"
Yang Yi's lips twitched when he heard this. He glanced at Zhuo Yun disdainfully. How could this idiot become Miss Huo's diehard fan?
"No way. I have to go and support them." As Zhuo Yun spoke, he clicked on the gift section below and sent a few hundred little red flowers, quickly washing away the bullet screen.
Yang Yi's eyes landed on Zhuo Yun's phone screen. "You want to support them with hundreds of red flowers?"
She did not even want 200 yuan.
So the diehard fan must be fake.
Zhuo Yun touched his nose and muttered. "I'm poor."
Yang Yi chuckled. "Hehe."
Min Yu leaned against the couch with his phone on his knees. His gaze was nonchalant as he tapped on the screen with his fair fingers.
"100 rockets. Where did this rich guy come from?" exclaimed Zhuo Yun.
One rocket cost ten thousand RMB, one hundred in a row … Thus, Zhuo Yun subconsciously raised his head to look at his master who was sitting opposite him.
His gentle face was devoid of emotion.
Perhaps he was overthinking. Zhuo Yun veered his eyes away.
The moment the unknown rich guy sent the rockets, all the red flowers disappeared.
The viewers in Huo Xiang's live stream room were shocked by the sudden gift. Soon, Huo Xiang's live stream room's popularity soared.
Huo Yao was unaware of the live stream. She scanned the yard before her eyes landed on the wicker baskets stacked against the wall. She walked over, picked one up with one hand, and walked over to the chicken she had set her sights on.
Huo Xiang stood quietly by her side and watched as his little sister held the wicker basket. She did not even go near the chicken. The wicker basket drew an arc in the air before she gently tossed it over.
Huo Xiang's expression froze.
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