In order to attract the audience's attention, someone actually offered this price.
Nangong Manyun was startled: "Fan Mingyue, take care of your men."
Fan Mingyue shrugged: "Master Nangong, we are all anchors, why should I control others? Besides, isn't the anchor's job to serve the audience? We just want to see the sword and make some money from gifts. What's wrong with that?"
Fan Mingyue didn't care at all, with a sneer on her face, and seemed to be very happy to see Nangong Manyun suffer a setback.
He also raised his phone, patted Nangong Manyun's face, and said, "You see, although Nangong Manyun is a goddess, she also has selfish thoughts. Fortunately, we came early, otherwise everyone would say that we are just following the trend."
"Yes, we can do things that Nangong Manyun can't do!" another anchor fanned the flames.
Nangong Manyun frowned immediately: "What are you talking about? What can't I do? I have never thought of destroying any historical sites? What you did before has nothing to do with me."
"Haha, are you turning your back on me?" Fan Mingyue rolled her eyes, her bright red lips almost touching the camera.
"Everyone has heard it. Several of my brothers are willing to take down the sword and let everyone take a closer look. Please give them gifts and ask them to do it."
"Just two Carnivals and five Super Rockets and I'll go."
"Big brother is awesome!"
"Brother's rocket is so beautiful, so cool."
Other anchors don’t have the courage to do this, but they are willing to stay here to gain some popularity, and they loudly praise those who give gifts in other live broadcast rooms.
With this kind of atmosphere, the popularity of Fan Mingyue's live broadcast room also began to soar.
Fan Mingyue smiled with satisfaction when she saw this scene!
I have been following Nangong Manyun for the past year, and it was all thanks to this group of younger brothers behind me that I was able to support him. Otherwise, how could I have become a super anchor?
They have done this kind of thing many times and don't care about the comments on the Internet at all. Their shamelessness is simply outrageous.
Many people in the live broadcast room are advising the anchors not to take risks.
Some even started to mock!
"Granddaughter is here to visit grandma again?"
"This granddaughter is not well behaved. She even dares to talk back to her grandma. Aren't you afraid that your grandma will not let you take advantage of her popularity?"
"This group of anchors are the most unethical. They destroyed a lot of things. Some of them were even reprimanded by the local police, but they still didn't change their bad behavior."
As the scene became more and more lively, all kinds of emotions spread on the bridge.
In that big lake, under the vast fog, a huge black shadow gained some support from the power of negative emotions.
There was actually a tiny whirlpool forming on the water surface, and the shadow began to move.
At this time, the live broadcast room was filled with excitement.
Soon, two carnival gifts were presented on the spot by a rich man.
"Thank you Brother Long for the carnival gift."
The young man behind Fan Mingyue was shouting loudly with a smile on his face.
He brought a few younger brothers with him and danced on the stone bridge. At the end, he bowed deeply to attract attention and expressed his gratitude loudly.
The anchors behind him also started shouting the name of this big boss who gave the reward!
The noise caused chaos above the quiet and peaceful lake, and the noise of people was so deafening that even the sound of birds could not be heard in the entire forest. The only thing that could be seen was the birds in the distance fleeing quickly.
Zhang Fan looked at the farce on the bridge and fixed his eyes on the lake.
This natural reservoir itself does not have a large flow rate, but now, many whirlpools have appeared on the water surface and the water is flowing extremely turbulently.
A breeze blew by, and the heavy dragon-slaying sword began to sway with the wind, making a trembling buzzing sound.
The sound was very light, and it was impossible to hear it when standing on the bridge in a noisy environment.
Only Taoist Zi Jin looked pale, with one hand on the guardrail, and his courage was almost broken by fear.
"No way, no way! The Dragon Slaying Sword, which has been unshakable for hundreds of years, can't even suppress that thing."
His heart leapt into his throat.
Watching the surrounding mountains and forests fall into deathly silence, the flocks of birds fly away.
All I could hear were noisy voices and a disgusting mixture of evil thoughts and desires.
The righteous spirit that once existed here has been polluted.
In the mist of the distant lake, there seemed to be a pair of blood-red eyes like wheels, peering in this direction.
The danger and the pricking pain like needles on his back made Taoist Zi Jin want to run away.
…
At the moment when I sensed the crisis.
The anchors on the bridge and the shouts of many younger brothers behind them finally reached a very high peak.
"I've already got three rockets. If any of you are willing to give me two more, I will go down the chain myself and bring up the sword to open everyone's eyes."
"Two more rockets, just two will be enough!"
"Brother, please be kind. I want to see the sword. I can even dance for you guys later!"
Fan Mingyue interjected at the right time.
The live broadcast room immediately became hot. This Fan Mingyue has a charming appearance and a slim and curvy figure!
The dance is very pleasing to the eye, so when people heard that they could watch a dance if they got rockets, someone finally decided to add these two rockets.
At this time, many people in Nangong Manyun's live broadcast room were so angry that they could not control themselves.
"What the hell are these people? Let them leave quickly. The quiet environment has been completely destroyed by them."
"Don't you understand? They are here to take advantage of the popularity. They just think Nangong Manyun has a very good personality and they are here to bully others on purpose. Everyone should boycott them."
The barrage of comments floated across the phone screen. Nangong Manyun shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly.
It is hard to understand how thick-skinned these people are unless you experience it yourself.
Nangong Manyun has mentioned more than once about stopping these people's behavior, but they ignored him. He looked like a dog-skin plaster and kept calling them Master Nangong.
This made Nangong Manyun worry. If he really took care of these people's affairs, he would get involved with these scumbags, which would definitely not be a good thing for his future career.
As for these anchors, it’s not that they are unaware of the dangers of doing so, they only care about how much money they can make.
As for Nangong Manyun's face, in their eyes, it was nothing more than a tiger skin used as a chess piece.
"Thanks to my brother Liu for the two super rockets. Thank you."
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