I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 17 Fooling the cute baby, the champion of the global eagle catching chicken competition

After Yan Jiu typed the last reminder.

I stopped watching the inspector's live broadcast.

Because she already knew what was going to happen next.

In case the inspector died, he didn't leave a last word of condolence at her place.

As a result, she was unable to bill.

She still needs more attention.

Yan Jiu binge-watched the video.

This time.

Before waiting for half an hour, she saw a baby-showing anchor with the ID "Yuyuan's Little Custard Bun".

The system panel lights up at the right time: [Ding!

Inspection object: taro ball small custard buns,
Remarks: high-quality customers,
Mortality: 99%,
Time of death: After beating the parent and child for the 97th time,
It is recommended that the host pay attention immediately! 】

System: [The domestic violence girl will die for the young master! 】

Yan Jiu frowned and opened the customer's ID.

In the short videos under this account, most of the subjects are cute boys and girls.

After Yan Jiu figured it out and interpreted it, she learned that this was a story about a violent novice mother who seized the traffic code and used her son as a marketing tool.

Compared with "Erha in the ancient world".

Although the two are both high-quality customers, the death rate of this novice mother is much higher.

Yan Jiu resolutely paid attention.

And applied for Lianmai.

[Tired and not in love, can't Jiujiu let our little hearts rest for a while? 】

[Here it is again, she's paying attention again! 】

[Let me see who is unlucky this time... Uh, the anchor has no heart, even children! 】

[This melon, I'm a bit afraid to eat it. 】

[Is that Ga's an adult or a child? 】

Yan Jiu didn't reply to the comments that frantically swiped the screen.

Instead, wait for Lianmai.

Waited a long time.

Just when Yan Jiu was about to give up.

Lianmai was connected.

A 5-year-old doll as delicate as a porcelain doll, with some baby fat on its pink cheeks.

The rounded chin first appeared in the camera.

He thought it was a phone call, and said in a milky voice, "Hey, hello, Mama is still sleeping."

【Hello hello~】

[So cute, so cute! 】

【Tsundere little princess is online~】

[From the old mother's gratified smile, the pink sack is ready, when will the custard bag be convenient to drill? 】

[It's hard to imagine that such a cute baby will be... woo woo woo, the anchor has no heart! 】

After confirming that it was not a child, Yan Jiu said, "Hi, can you please wake up Mommy?"

Custard Bun's big bright eyes sparkled, and he pursed his lips in frustration as if thinking of something.

He shook his head like a little rattle.

The custard bun is aggrieved: "Mama said, the custard bun can't disturb Mama's rest, otherwise she will be spanked, and sometimes Mama will be spanked in the face."

[Who goes to bed at eight or nine o'clock? 】

[Wait, what are you hitting! ? 】

[If it wasn't for the anchor's sudden mic connection, we wouldn't know that Taro put the child aside and went to sleep by himself. 】

[How can you speculate without evidence!What if the taro ball is too tired from work today! ? 】

[Don't cry, don't cry, your mother was joking with you, how could she have the heart to beat you? 】

[Why do I feel that Custard Bun is scared? He couldn't have been beaten, right? 】

【Impossible, taro balls are so gentle, she never interacts with custard buns a lot during the live broadcast! 】

[You also said it was a live broadcast, who can guarantee the success? 】

[There have long been rumors that Taro has a tendency to violence, and I vowed to stand on Taro, but now...]

Yan Jiu saw the panic in the custard bun.

She changed her routine.

Yan Jiu said, "Shall we play a game?"

Custard Bun blinked his big eyes, and the dumb hair on the top of his head also trembled: "What game?"

Yan Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Hide and seek, you hide, I'll catch."

The custard bag shook her head again, extremely resisting: "No, no, every time a guest comes to the house, Ma Ma will play hide and seek with the custard bag, but Ma Ma can't find the custard bag hidden in the cabinet, The cabinet is so dark, and the custard bun hates peekaboo."

【God, what did I hear! ? 】

[How can a mother be so cruel, this is trying to make the child obedient and hide! 】

【Why let the child hide?Custard buns are shameless! ? 】

[I used to think that Taro Yuan was a single mother, subconsciously felt distressed, and would always give more rewards... So, she used to deliberately create a persona, she was deceiving us! ? 】

Yan Jiu frowned and shook his head: "It's not right for you to act like this, you have to learn to reject her."

Upon hearing this.

Custard buns have a fat belly.

He was so angry that his cheeks puffed up like a dolphin.

Custard Bao yelled: "You are not allowed to speak ill of Mama!"

[What should I do if I feel more distressed! 】

[You hate me so much, but I love you deeply, what kind of peerless knife is this! ? 】

[So, are taro balls really abusing children? 】

【I just want to know who Ga is! 】

Yan Jiu began to fool around: "Then let's change the game, you may not know that I am very good at playing games."

Custard Bun tilted his head: "How powerful is it?"

Yan Jiu said nonsense in a serious manner: "I won No.1 in the global eagle and chick competition, and I am the global champion."

Custard Bao put one hand on his hips and shook his head wildly while holding the phone in the other: "You're lying, there's never been a match like this!"

Yan Jiu: "..."

motherfucker.

This baby is quite smart!

[Hhh, the anchor has revealed his secrets. 】

[Yellow bun: Didn't expect me to be a baby with brains? 】

[Suddenly it’s not sad anymore, the host even micked today, and Custard Bao accidentally clicked to agree, maybe it’s all a secret arrangement, so that the crime is exposed. 】

[Cough, cough, I felt sorry for the custard bun, but suddenly I laughed, and my roommate scolded me for going crazy. 】

Yan Jiu figured out that the milk yellow bun has only one family member, Yuyuan, and she felt a little pity for him who was about to become an orphan.

Not sure whether to continue fooling around.

As the saying goes.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

When the custard buns are proud.

Yan Jiu said softly: "Then you talk about a game, and the loser should call his mother."

Custard Bao has no playmates.

He looked at Yan Jiu's smiling face.

I really want to play with people.

But he was afraid that after he lost the game, if he wanted to call his mother up, he would definitely be beaten again.

Yan Jiu comforted: "Your mother won't beat you again."

Custard Bun showed anticipation: "Will that Mama become the Mama who reads me bedtime stories and puts me to sleep?"

Yan Jiu was silent: "..."

Not will.

Your mother will never wake up again.

But this.

Yan Jiu couldn't bear to tell the other party.

She changed the subject.

Start the "one, two, three wooden men" game with others.

The custard bun, who originally thought he had the winning ticket, watched Yan Jiu move without blinking.

People panic.

Move your body.

Yan Jiu chuckled lightly, "You lost."

The custard bun hung its head.

When Yan Jiu was thinking about whether the custard bun would go back on his word.

Custard Bao ran to a bedroom.

Carefully knock on the door.

Custard Bao whispered, "Ma Ma, I'm hungry."

He shrank his head.

A very scared look.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Custard Bun summoned up his courage and said loudly, "Ma Ma, I haven't eaten yet..."

"Eat, eat, you know how to eat!"

Custard Bao's words did not stop.

There was a thud from the bedroom door.

It was followed by the sound of slippers hitting the door panel.

(End of this chapter)