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

Chapter 94 Cover your eyes and mouth, I want to continue eating
[Look who I found! 】

[(σ≧≦)σ Live Jiuye! 】

[Worship to Lord Nine! 】

[No kidding, is Fluorescent going to be on fire? 】

[Jiu Ye, a legendary name! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly 】

[It's fine if you don't have a girlfriend, why can't all the beautiful anchors I follow can escape! ? 】

[Don't laugh at natural disasters, don't laugh at man-made disasters. 】

[0u0 Master Jiu, my love for you is a rogue text message, and I can't unsubscribe even if I reply to TD~]

[The previous definition of myself is quite clear. 】

[Love live Hades?Respect you are a man! 】

After Yan Jiu's comment appeared inappropriately.

The live broadcast room was blown up.

Netizens talked a lot.

Each was shocked in its own way.

After this.

All the insomniac viewers in the fluorescent live broadcast room were even more insomnia, and the "culprit" who caused this phenomenon was eating supper.

Yan Jiu felt that he couldn't get enough of barbecue.

I asked for some stir-fried vegetables.

She didn't eat alone, and she didn't forget to ask the She family brothers to eat together.

She Liang, who had never had a meal on earth, seemed to have discovered a paradise. He devoured it hungrily, ignoring the disgust of Yan Jiu and She Shan, and plunged himself into the dish.

She Shan elegantly sat next to the thermos cup, he couldn't eat or digest the food without the body.

It just so happens that Ye Yuehua is very soft this time.

It is suitable for cultivation and stabilization of the soul and body.

System: [Host, Mr. Liu who is on the road is dead, but he passed away with a smile. 】

Yan Jiu paused as he ate the mutton skewers.

She wiped her mouth.

There was a three-second silence.

Then I picked up the fried rice noodles.

at this time.

A tall figure blocked Yan Jiu's light.

Yan Jiu smelled a familiar scent.

He didn't raise his head to signal people to sit down.

Lang Zongyi, who never indulged himself, subconsciously frowned when he saw Yan Jiu Hu Chihai, and persuaded him, "Don't eat so much, it's easy to accumulate food."

After he finished speaking, he fell silent.

This kind of words applies to any human being, but not to those in their Taoist sect.

Just that moment.

He actually regarded Yan Jiu as a junior in the clan.

Who gave him this illusion! ?

Make him feel that Yan Jiu will listen to him?
It must be the wind.

Lang Zongyi pursed his lips, but he couldn't withdraw it yet, so he could only trust that Yan Jiu didn't hear it.

However, a certain person's hearing ability is excellent, she quietly looked at Lang Zongyi in front of her.

Well, you big-eyed bureau chief.

Thoughts are so complicated!

Although well intentioned.

But who do you think you are?

Apart from my senior brother, even my master can't stop me from cooking.

For some reason, when she saw Lang Zongyi's eyes, she thought of her senior brother.

She was inexplicably irritable.

Yan Jiu wiped his mouth and said, "I'm already 18+, and I can't even control my addiction to games. Is it illegal to eat more food?"

Lang Zongyi followed Yan Jiu's words: "It's not breaking the law, it's just causing trouble to the back kitchen's spatula."

His gaze inadvertently swept across the mountains of empty plates and sticks on Yan Jiu's table.

Lang Zong brought Yan Jiu back to reality with one sentence.

Yan Jiu fell into deep thought.

Lang Zongyi is not her senior brother, she was so obsessed just now that she overlapped him with her senior brother.

She forgot.

Except her senior brother.

No one would follow her at all.

nobody……

Yan Jiu put down his chopsticks, raised his head and drank the boiled water in the disposable cup.

Lang Zongyi: You are so bitter that you seem to be drinking. Is it because I am blind, or is there a mistake in your expression management?
Yan Jiu quickly returned to normal.

She burps.

"Director Lang, do you want something to eat?"

Lang Zongyi frowned: "Thank you for not using it."

Lang Zong, who had never participated in group activities before, took a meal and felt fresh, that he would be invited to have dinner together one day.

Yan Jiu nodded: "Then cover your eyes and mouth, I will continue to eat."

Lang Zongyi: "..."

Somehow.

He always finds that Yan Jiu who is eating hard is very pleasing to the eye, as if in his impression Yan Jiu should be like this.

By the time he realized it, he had already sat across from Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu waved to the proprietress of the barbecue stall.

The proprietress put down her work: "What's the matter, beauty? Is the food not to your taste?"

Yan Jiu pointed to the dishes on the table: "Other people's food is chili fried meat, but yours is better. It's chili fried meat, fried meat, fried meat, it's fine, and you're not afraid of losing money if you give so much meat?"

The proprietress laughed, because Yan Jiu had a sweet mouth and gave Yan Jiu a plate of cold dishes.

Yan Jiu, who prostituted a dish for nothing, was happy.

Lang Zongyi who witnessed the whole process: "..."

Lang Zongyi realized later that he had more speechlessness today than in the past year combined.

When Yan Jiu paid the bill.

I gave advice to the proprietress on rent exchange.

For example, if you want to move the stall, you can move it to the next street, and the business will be more prosperous.

The proprietress patted her thigh: "Hey, how did you know that we have plans to change the facade of the land rent?"

Yan Jiu just smiled and said nothing.

Left with a thermos.

Based on courtesy.

Before Yan Jiu left, he did not forget to wave to Lang Zong.

Lang Zongyi stood at the intersection, his tone unable to discern emotion: "Curator Yan, is it convenient for us to chat?"

Witness Yan Jiu's "human" side.

Lang Zongyi was more determined to draw Yan Jiu into a special state agency as the general counsel.

Yan Jiu hugged her arms: "What if it's inconvenient for me?"

Lang Zongyi looked like he had expected Yan Jiu to say this: "Then I will ask tomorrow."

Yan Jiu choked.

She felt that Lang Zongyi was the first person who made her hands itchy enough to initiate a fight.

Lang Zong put his index finger on the back of his head and made a brain gesture: "Don't think about it, don't discuss."

Yan Jiu: "..." How does he know what I'm thinking?
The system made complaints at the right time: [The host almost engraved the words "want to find trouble" on his forehead. 】

Yan Jiu is not ashamed but proud.

Just as she was about to ask Lang Zongyi what he wanted to talk about, she found Lang Zongyi walking forward on his own.

It seemed certain that she would follow.

Don't wait for her at all!
Yan Jiu smiled: "He must be single."

System: [The host calculated it? 】

Yan Jiu: "..." Does it matter?
A road with no end in sight.

The willow trees beside the road rustled.

The street lamps are hidden behind the treetops, and the mottled light and tree shadows interweave and cast scatteredly on the ground.

The two figures, one in front and one behind, were stretched very long by the light.

Lang Zongyi suddenly turned around and said, "What does curator Yan think of the heart of Bodhisattvas who help the world and save people..."

Yan Jiu fell behind Lang Zongyi.

She stopped when she stomped on someone's shadow.

Yan Jiu was caught as a model.

The corner of Lang Zong's eyes twitched, obviously he didn't expect Yan Jiu to have such childish virtues.

Yan Jiu was serious for a second: "I have no opinion."

Lang Zong raised his eyebrows.

Yan Jiu sternly said: "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell will go to hell. A dead fellow is not a poor fellow. The former is righteous, but it also depends on the situation. The latter is criticized, but it may not be unreasonable. It depends on the current situation. "

She laid her hands behind her back leisurely, pretending that the childish person just now was not her.

Yan Jiu continued the topic just now: "Director Lang probably doesn't know, even though I'm often unrestrained, I sometimes wonder if I can become a fairy if I sacrifice myself like a Bodhisattva and save people with a broken arm. I'm a very good person. "

Lang Zongyi looked like "you seem to have misunderstood good people".

When Yan Jiu was serious.

Lang Zongyi said: "I don't know if I will become a fairy or not, but I can definitely become a low-income household."

Yan Jiu: "..." You are a chatterer.

Done.

Lang Zongyi stared at Yan Jiu and pondered for a moment.

Finally, he loosened his frown and handed a document wrapped in a black leather document holder to Yan Jiu.

Yan Jiu: "?"

Lang Zongyi pretended to be casual: "It is deposited with Curator Yan, and the money will be deducted from the card."

Yan Jiu immediately had no objection.

Fearing that Lang Zongyi would repent, she quickly put the certificate into her pocket without even looking at it.

(End of this chapter)