"Countdown begins! 10,9,8,7..."

Su Lie's ears were instantly filled with noisy and hysterical roars.

The great anchor grabbed the microphone and seemed to be sensationalizing something loudly in this roar.

But Su Lie couldn't hear clearly, but there was one thing very certain.

The people on the other side and the fan club on the other side only regard themselves as dead.

In the center of each live fighting mode, two honor bars representing popularity value pop up, with golden dragon borders and blood-red progress bars churning like bloody fighting.

A series of rewards flooded the screen in the live broadcast room opposite, and the honor bars of the great anchor soared at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

That boiling progress bar has become a knife that kills people and kills their hearts.

The master anchor on the opposite side danced, put on the headphones that were very expensive, and closed his eyes with great pleasure.

After killing a scrap anchor who is far inferior to himself, he didn't even feel unbearable.

On the other hand, the honor bar that represents one's popularity is as stable as an old dog.

Popularity: 0.

A stream of blood that wanted to fight rushed onto his head! Su Lie's eyes turned red.

One second later, the passionate blood leaked out from the butt.

A larger noise poured into the entire live broadcast room, and the fan club on the opposite side seemed to be standing together in front of the computer, shouting murderously: "The countdown for instant kill!"

“10!9!8!…3!2!…”

The voice came to an abrupt end, as if it had been rehearsed in advance, or it was a sense of ceremony that came one after another. Everyone was holding their last breath and shouting out the last word!

"1!!! The instant kill is completed! The scrap anchor on the opposite side is bye bye!" Someone was already excited and cruel and shouted out first!

Boom! A very brilliant roar sounded in the live broadcast room of the fighting mode. The honor progress bar representing "Little Susu's popularity value" was like eating a bomb, instantly hitting 10,000 popularity value from 0 popularity value!

Everyone knows that one dollar represents a little popularity value.

The scrap anchor on the opposite side actually completed the reversal within the last second.

And the so-called "second kill countdown" naturally ended in vain, and all the people in the Potato League were like swallowing a fly with shit.

A pop-up window appears in the center of the live broadcast room.

Tang Tangtang, the financial backer of Xiao Susu fan club: Keep calling, I'm listening.

In the dead silence of the live broadcast room, it seemed that it was so overwhelming by the sudden heavyweight provocation.

The great anchor trembled when he saw the username with the golden medal hanging on the prefix.

The weight of the gold medal, no matter which powerful anchor who is not short of money, will not help but tremble in his heart when he sees it.

"The scrap iron anchor on the opposite side! You built your own small account and got rewards! You are shameless!" Someone insulted the other fan club.

"I think it's just an anchor account run by the studio! First, I took the initiative to kill my brother Potato! Now, in order to get the popularity, I give my own account rewards! I don't want to be blushing!"

"Have you all seen the information? This user named Tangtang has only consumed in the live broadcast room of this little Susu anchor! With such an obvious operating number, do you think we are all stupid!"

When facing the medal of the great master, Tudou understands more meanings. After all, you can know some unknown inside stories through various platform channels.

The Medal of Honor of the Funder is extremely harsh. It can only appear under the conditions of recharge of more than one million yuan at a time and the consumption specification is very strong! It is rare in the live broadcast industry to almost no one has seen it!

Even if you have accumulated over one million yuan and spend in a live broadcast room, you cannot get the Medal of Honor of the Funder!

The user named Tangtang opposite actually recharged one million gold coins that could only be consumed in Xiao Susu's live broadcast room at one time!

One million gold coins are one million real silver!

It would be ridiculous to say that this user named Tangtang is a studio operating number! No studio will put all the eggs in one basket, what if the basket cannot be supported or falls?

The purpose of studio hype and operation is to make money. Even the rich studios that are very proud of losing money will not dare to do this.

The great anchor Tudou's heart was broken, "I have worked hard to run live broadcast for five years, and now I have reached the level of a great god, but it is the first time I have seen a financial owner!"

"I'm afraid this Tangtang is the first person in the live broadcast industry to receive the Medal of Honor for the Financial Master! How can my life be so miserable? I'll kill a scrap anchor and want to survive the first round of the championship first, but end up killing a Medal of Financial Master?"

"You are true love." The great anchor Tudou smiled bitterly and said to Xiao Susu.

"What does it mean?" Su Lie couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence at all.

"Nothing..." The great anchor Tudou felt even more distressed when he saw Su Lie, who was really confused. A scrap anchor actually hid a scary funder in the live broadcast room, but he didn't know that the one million had a consumption time limit. Even if the funder didn't like the anchor in the future, the one million could not withdraw the cash, and it would eventually be able to fall into the anchor's pocket.

This means that the scrap anchor on the opposite side has earned one million yuan in his first pot of gold in his life! Even if he doesn’t become an anchor in the future, he will make enough money by one million!

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now... you will understand in the future." The great anchor Tudou said bitterly, "Your future is limitless..."

"Brother Tudou! Do you mess with him!" Someone in Tudou League shouted: "He is so arrogant and dares to use the operation number to reward! We must beat him to death! He will also kill him by using the reward coins he had previously funded!"

"No need?" The great anchor felt bitter in his heart. According to expectations, the crowdfunding of the fan club in this competition was about 50,000 yuan. Even if the organization was very good this time, the crowdfunding of more than 100,000 yuan was performed very well, but what is it in front of a funder? He is a funder who dares to charge one million specific consumption! What a terrible combat power! But now the fan club is indignant, but can only put on a hypocritical expression and say: "Isn't this good? If you use the crowdfunding gold coins on him, it is equivalent to consuming everyone's wallet and enthusiasm in advance, and there are so many and so strong opponents behind it..."

"It's okay! Brother Potato! We can still crowdfund after using it all! We must kill this shameless studio operation number!"

boom!

Xiao Susu's popularity soared by 10,000 points!

Xiao Susu's popularity value: 20000.

User Tangtang: What's the use of more people? I'll do all of you, I'll do it all. Among you thousands of people, can you get a few of them?

"Damn!" The people from the Potato League almost got mad. The pop-up window jumping in the middle of the screen was like a scattering on their face.

The great anchor Tudou smeared a cold sweat and quietly sent Su Lie a message: Brother, is it too much?
Chapter completed!