Li Sanyi’s expression was clearly captured in the live broadcast room. Feng Yin was watched and remained motionless, and his whole face was almost lying on the body.
“No, not bad, this is possible here, this is possible here.”
Feng Yin made a virtual comparison with one hand above the corpse’s face, looking… absolutely creepy.
[For a moment, I don’t know if it was the corpse or the slightest look in Feng Yin’s eyes. 】
[It’s over! I completely fell in love with the crazy Feng Yin, loving eyes. 】
[People who like Fengyin have a strong taste. 】
Feng Yin ignored the live broadcast room. After careful observation, she stood up and found the toolbox of the embalmer to prepare for work.
Just as she was holding a hard-looking brush, familiar words reappeared.
“Brother Tang, how much does this job cost?”
“Five hundred! Feng Yin, I am affordable. Generally speaking, they get monthly salary, and they can’t make 500 yuan a day.”
“I understand!”
Feng Yin understood and ok, and she started.
Most of the pictures in the live broadcast room are mosaics. After all, Li Sanyi has been reminded of blood, so he dare not challenge authority.
But everyone at the scene opened their mouths one by one.
“Dangdangdang”
“Zi’er–“
“Huhhhh–“
“Huhhhh–“
The hammer hits, the sound of electric drill drilling, and the powerful blowing sound of the wind blowing one after another. Only a piece of dust gathers and drifts around Feng Yin.
This scene made many new viewers mistakenly think that they had entered a live broadcast of decoration.