"I didn't expect it!"

After the last line of "Light Years Away" was finished, Jia Long smiled cleverly.

On a white and blushed face, it seemed to be a little blushed because of a slight shyness.

"Damn, as I listened, I was attracted by Xiao Menglong's fairy appearance."

"What does this little shy mean? Is it natural to be charming? You can't afford to offend me."

"It's really impossible to provoke, it's too foul."

The audience began to tease Jia Long again.

She looked at the barrage and patted the mouse speechlessly.

"What does shyness mean? I am called dedication. I have entered the artistic conception of lyrics and songs. Do you understand?"

Jia Long was disappointed by the audience's lack of musical cells.

"Continue, I finally won this game. Come on, you guys call me dad in the barrage, don't try to cheat."

She stared at the screen with a pretty face.

But no one posted the word "Dad" on the screen for a long time.

"Wow, you guys are too much. They have agreed just now and they have gone back on their word."

Jia Long was so angry.

In fact, she would mention this funny "bet" set with fans. In addition to being a bit live broadcast effect, there is another major reason.

The reason is that when she was feeding Maomao, she saw fans in the barrage and nicknamed her "Maomao Mom".

Jia Long is a bit revengeful.

She claims to be Maomao's father every day, and even Maomao admits it. Why no one has admitted it yet?

If you don’t admit that I am Maomao’s father, then I will let you all become my sons, hahahaha.

This is the reason why Jia Long made such a funny bet with the audience before.

But unexpectedly, all the fool fans were cheating.

"Hmph, I'll be off the air again, I'll be fooled."

Jia Long made a move and wanted to close the game.

"No, dad."

"dad."

"Call your dad, dad."

"What does Mr. Long like to call him dad? He can't grow even if he calls him, haha."

"Dad, it's okay to call me a few more times, don't get off the show."

In the barrage, a large number of messages shouting "Dad" were posted.

"Hahahaha, it's comfortable. My sons and daughters are good. OK, Dad, I won't be off the air. Come on, eat another handful of chicken and let everyone call me dad to make fun."

Jia Long laughed strangely, and even tried to have dinner early. She sat on the chair beside her, staring at Jia Long's live broadcast, and made a victory gesture.

Maomao is still stupid, it doesn’t understand what Jia Long is doing.

"How stupid is rake?"

Maomao sticks out her little butt, sighs as tired as a little adult, and then runs back to the room by himself and watches cartoons on the tablet.

Jia Long was proud.

But with her previous live broadcast style, this is often the time when she fails.

Of course, after watching Jia Long's horror performance in the last game, almost no fan would think that she would fail.

But the problem is that there are too many death factors in the Jedi game.

for example……

Bombing area.

"I killed fifteen more people in this game, and there are more than thirty people left. I guess I can kill at least twenty more...uh!"

boom!

A shocking explosion sounded, causing the entire screen to piss off. Jia Long's vehicle carrying four teammates also caught fire and exploded instantly.

On the screen, it shows: You died in the bombing area.

And a group of people were killed in the car.

"Damn it! Was it killed?"

Jia Long was so hungry that he was not thrown away by the mouse in his hand.

"How is it possible? I have never been killed by the bombing area when I played this game, so I never cared about the bombing area..."

"I actually killed myself at such a critical moment, and there were still four dead."

Jia Long was stunned, as if he could not accept the facts.

Even the teammates died, which means no one can save them. In this game, their team has no chance of winning the chicken.

In other words, Jia Long lost in this game.

She has to call her dad.

“66666.”

"Hahahaha, the car-winning reappears."

"Make you proud, you brag, you're dead."

"I deserve it. Who told us to call us so happy just now? Now it's your turn, shout quickly."

"Xiao Longlong is ready, call him dad."

"This is the Heavenly Destiny! Haha."

"Call us quickly, I'm urging us so hard just now."

There was a smile in the barrage.

"How could it be? It must be that the Jedi official disliked me."

Jia Long hugged his head, wanting to cry without tears.

If I had known that now, I would have spared fans once just now.

Fans uttered the word dad in the barrage, but she wanted to shout it out from her mouth. Now she realized that it seems very unfair.

Too shameful.

"I...I."

Jia Long looked at the big death scene on the screen and didn't know what to do.

Naturally, in the barrage, she was urging everyone to call him dad just now.

"I……"

Jia Long's eyes were circling.

Then, she saw the cell phone placed next to the computer desk, and had an idea and grabbed it.

Press the screen and Jia Longliang made an answer statement on the screen.

"Hey? Dad, Dad, I have a bad signal. Dad, can Dad hear it? Dad, can Dad hear it? Oh, can't hear it, right? Well, Dad, I'm dead, Dad, goodbye Dad."

The girl had a small face, red, pretending to be calling.

He kept calling him dad.

Too witty.

But it's still very shameful.

"Hahahaha, Long Ye Tianxiu!"

"That's fine."

"I'm calling dad, it's amazing, there's this trick."

"Wow, my face is half red, so cute."

"Puff, it's so fun, keep going."

"Yes, I can't use this trick next time."

Jia Long is like a gambler who loses his eyes. He put down the phone and vowed to let the fans in the barrage call him dad for one night.

So the game continued to begin.

Jia Long heard about the next game process. Her gaming strength is not absolute.
To be continued...