Feng Yin, hiding in the dark, looked at the people radiating, and smiled up.
It’s just right!
Feng Yin threw away the wooden warehouse. If he didn’t throw it away, there would be no bullets!
Fortunately, she still has a dagger and someone has come to her door on her own initiative!
A flash of body, Feng Yin hid into the woods again and began to catch mice.
【What exactly happened? Can you only hear the sound, but you can’t see the picture? 】
[Is Feng Yin okay? It should be fine. Although I can’t see it, I can feel that she is moving all the time. 】
[It’s the sound of Mukura? Is Feng Yin okay? 】
Netizens are worried that the number of people in the live broadcast room has only increased and the server has collapsed several times, and they have been rescued by the busy programmer in the background!
Programmer A: Feng Yin will be my ancestor from now on! I beg her family to be safe and smooth! Don’t have any more trouble!
Programmer B: The last time the collapse was Feng Yin, she was specifically defeated him!
Feng Yin still doesn’t know how many programmers she has hit with her own strength.
As for why the live broadcast room is closed, of course, it is easy to do things with few people.
As long as she doesn’t admit it, nothing will happen.
The rustling sound kept ringing in the live broadcast room, and occasionally the man’s humming sound could be heard, and he rushed to his feet in pain.
More than ten minutes later, the sound of striking Mukura Mukura sounded, followed by a masculine shout.
“Don’t move! Raise your hands!”
“Hold your head with both hands!”
There was a picture in the live broadcast room, but this picture seemed a bit cruel.
“Pick up my hair!”
Feng Yin uprooted the leader’s short hair with one hand, as if he was carrying pieces of scalp after piece.
“Auntie, I’m beautiful from my toes to my hair, you can pull it!”