After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 147
The topic about Fengyin continued to ferment on the Internet, and Fengyin happily extended his life by one month, and exchanged a large proportion of it for money.

This time, the live broadcast of the water ghost fishing for corpses and the arrival of various trending searches allowed Feng Yin to directly exchange 3708 million yuan in money.

Looking at the series of numbers, the beauty of seven figures, Feng Yin admired it for a long time on the sofa.

“Earn money quickly and pay back faster.”

With a light touch of a finger, the six-digit code beeps, beeps, and the money is gone.

In the bank account, there are only four digits left, including two decimal places.

"Fortunately, my dog's owner is still here, otherwise I wouldn't dare to be so clean."

Just talking about the dog master, the dog master's phone rang.

Feng Yin picked up Ala's phone and connected to Ala's room.

"Hey--"

"Sent a call to Allah."

After Feng Yin connected, she didn't even look at Cheng Yanqiu over there.

Cheng Yanqiu coughed twice, but Feng Yin still didn't look at it.

Cheng Yanqiu was not embarrassed, and said directly: "I heard that you are going to play chess?"

"As a resident film crew, you are a bit free and know a lot."

"Thank you for your compliment. I get into the role quickly and don't need extra time."

The corners of Feng Yin's mouth twitched. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yanqiu was a person with a face as thick as hers. Did she praise him just now?

"Your brain circuit will be much happier, keep it up."

Cheng Yanqiu didn't get angry because of Feng Yin's words, on the contrary, he felt like he was meeting his opponent. He said, "I do have many advantages."

Feng Yin smiled a little while out of sight of the phone.

"Dangdang"

"Ara, open the door?"

"Wow woof——"

Ala's call came, obviously with some tone.

"What's wrong with you?"

As Cheng Yanqiu who wants to chat with Allah every day, he still has a certain understanding of Allah's dog language.

"Please translate for me, what is Allah saying? I always think it's quite dirty."

Feng Yin wasn't wary of the dog master at all, and Cheng Yanqiu wasn't really angry either.

"I think distaste is the main factor, and swearing is just incidental."

Feng Yin didn't answer after listening, but knocked on the door again.

"Ah, your family Cheng Yanqiu is looking for you, are you sure you don't—"

With a click, the door opened from the inside.

Ala lowered her front paws, and rushed towards the phone in Feng Yin's hand.

"I'll give it to you when you stand up."

Feng Yin held up the phone and refused to call Ala. Cheng Yanqiu on the phone watched the interaction of one person and one dog with great interest.

He doesn't have any opinion on Feng Yin and Ala's way of getting along, and even speaking, he prefers this way.

Because only in this way, Allah will not be alone, and Feng Yin is not simply taking care of Allah, there is communication between the two.

"Wang!"

"It's useless to call, you can't beat me, don't you believe me?"

Feng Yin stepped steadily, and looked at Ala provocatively.

"Wang-"

Allah felt a little aggrieved by this cry, but he still stood up.

Feng Yin's smug smile didn't hide at all, he patted Allah's head with one hand and said, "Hey, tell me, do I sing well or not?"

Ala raised her head, with disgust in her eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Feng Yin held up the phone without putting it down, with a threatening tone.

"Just tell me, does it sound good or not?"

Ala seemed to sigh, and the dog nodded its head up and down.

"Hahahaha, I knew it! Give it to you."

Ala finally got the phone, and just outputted a meal on the phone.

(End of this chapter)