[The anchor is trying to find a goddess]

[Don't worry]

In the next session, it was Su Zheng's turn to ask a question.

Su Zheng adapted quickly and turned to Lin Wannian.

During the vote-gathering session, Su Zheng was more popular than Lin Wannian.

Lin Late lost, and he smiled: "Sister, I lost, how do you want to punish me?"

Su Zheng replied: "The answer was given by my fans. My fans said that I want you to dress up as a woman and do the frog dance."

"But I don't have women's clothes. Do you want to change the way of punishment?"

Su Zheng smiled slightly: "Since there is no one, then you call one of the men and tell him good night, baby."

This punishment is so easy.

[The goddess still doesn't dare to be too serious]

Lin's smile in his later years was forced.

[Cai Cai, what are you afraid of? Be brave and come on!]

A few fans didn't mind the fun and sent out the little devil.

Lin Wannian gritted his teeth, but on the surface he took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, opened Sang Zhaoguang's chat interface, and made a voice call.

After waiting for a while, the other party did not answer.

Lin Wannian didn't give up and called again. Since Sang Zhaoguang was watching his live broadcast, he should know his current difficulties.

After calling twice, the other party finally answered the call on the third time.

"Hey, what's wrong with Wannian?" A gentle voice came and reached the ears of the fans who were watching.

At the same time, fans also learned Lin's name in his later years.

[The host is called Late Years?]

[……]

Lin Wannian smiled and read the words on the punishment: "Well, baby, good night."

"hehe."

The other side sneered for a while.

The live broadcast room exploded again, as if they had heard bad news.

"Hang up." Lin Wannian hung up quickly.

"This is my friend. He heard me joking and felt uncomfortable. Don't get me wrong."

077 came out of the game and just exited the game. Seeing the villain's depression index rising, his face turned pale: "Host, Sang Zhaoguang's depression index has risen to 50. What did you do?"

When Lin Wannian heard this, he said, "I have something to do. I'll go off the air now."

He turned off the live broadcast and ran to Sang Zhaoguang's room without even putting on his shoes.

At this time in the room, Sang Zhaoguang was sitting on the floor, his back against the bed, holding a fruit knife in his hand. There was a red mark on his wrist, and bright red blood was slowly flowing out from the cut.