"Thank you! If you believe it or not, get out if you don't believe it! One person is the one who leaves. The fewer people, the better. Let me open a red envelope here alone! Aww!"

"Tell you, boy, I am a big fan of the king now. Don't talk nonsense, otherwise I won't beat you and scold you to death! Let you see the national scolding I have practiced for more than 20 years!"

For a moment, dozens of people around were glaring at the same time. A passerby shrank his neck and quickly apologized: "My new arrival, don't mind, I'm just a naughty mouth, ha..."

Everyone turned around and continued to brag.

Master Dongfang looked at the empty red envelope in his hand, flattened his mouth, and drank tea again, but he was obviously a little absent-minded.

This wave of money was spreading millions, and it took millions of money several times in a row. The entire forum of [Zhong] was in a turmoil. Countless people were talking about this matter, and more and more people were in the live broadcast room.

the next day.

Wang Tian got up early in the morning and took a look at the live broadcast room. The number of people was exactly one million! He smiled and said, "Oh, there are one million people? Then... good morning for everyone."

"Ding! The special guest in this live broadcast room, the richest king in the world, has begun to spend money! Come on!"

"My Cao! Good morning, are you rich?"

"Really or not?"

"I knew that early birds eat insects, haha! I opened! Three million world coins? Well, it's not bad, more than yesterday..."

"Oh! I'm not wrong with ten million world coins? Who can pinch me? I can't pinch me? I have to quit and let others pinch... Forget it, what if I miss the red envelope? If I can't go out, even if it's a dream, let me do it for a long time."

"Brother, I think so too, it's like a dream."

"How many have you driven?"

"Ten thousand world coins."

"You'd better get out..."

“#￥%&…”

However, Wang Tian was practicing martial arts this day and had no time to pay attention to them. No one knew that when Wang Tian was free in his spare time, he bought all the remaining nine million yuan. As for what he bought, only Wang Tian himself knew...

Day 3.

In the morning, before dawn, a lost lamb entered Yang Luchan's live broadcast room and then.

"I Cao! So many people? Don't you sleep? Are you all night?" Passersby with the nickname "Little Lamb" looked at the dark crowd and shouted subconsciously.

As a result, millions of red eyes stared at him, and he was beating around and said, "Are you... humans or ghosts?"

"Ghost, you are paralyzed! The king is so lively. He is not regular. If you are happy, you throw away money. If you are unhappy, you go to bed. I have been here for two days. I have been using the toilet and digested internally. Oh...my waist."

"So too, I have never left since he came on the first day."

...

The little lamb asked subconsciously: "If you feel uncomfortable, leave. Even if you have money, can it be more important than your body?"

As a result, I turned out to be a roll of eyes! Money is not important? Of course small money is not important, but it is possible to open a super big red envelope of 100,000 world coins! They have been with the tens of thousands of world coins for so long, but I haven't seen a few people have it! Their belongings are calculated in single digits and ten digits! Finally, they encountered an opportunity to get rich, who would have missed it? So, they would rather starve to death than go out, and stay here.

However, no one explained the reason to the little lamb. Now everyone understands a truth: there are more wolves and fewer meats. The more audiences, the more people you share, the greater the probability of emptying! Therefore, the fewer people, the better. So...

"Boy, we have a meeting in the underworld. If you have nothing to do, get out of here."

"Oh...oh...Okay." Then the little lamb really left, but after he went out, he reacted. The underworld? Damn your uncle! This is the Wanjie live broadcast platform. Where did the underworld come from? Where did the organization come from? So many people squat in a live broadcast room and don't come out, there must be ghosts!

So the little lamb came back, staring at the notes of millions of eyes, gritted the bullet and refused to leave!

At this moment, Wang Tian woke up and everyone's hearts were excited. Today, there should be a breakfast gift?

"Oh! People haven't grown much, so I'm not happy, so let's play with one million. I originally wanted to have more." Wang Tian said, shook his hand.

"Ding! The special guest in this live broadcast room, the richest king in the world, has begun to spend money! Come on!"

A big red envelope fell from the sky.

The little lamb looked at the huge red envelope and subconsciously said, "How much does it cost to pretend? He said one million, is it about people or money?"

Bang!

The big red envelopes exploded into a rain of small red envelopes. The originally dead live broadcast room instantly burned with infinite passion, howling, soaring, and robbing them in various ways! Everyone found out that those who opened the red envelopes first seemed to have a greater chance of offering a large denomination! The probability of opening a blank is smaller! So these guys almost showed their magical powers and tried their best to grab them!

Even the leader of the Eastern Sect jumped up and snatched it. After getting it, he opened it as soon as possible!

“Wowhaha…500!”

"Three thousand!"

"I sent it, five thousand!"

"There are only two paralyzed!"

...

Millions of people laughed wildly and some cried bitterly. What I knew about was opening red envelopes, and those who didn’t know thought it was a gambling hall!

The red envelopes were opened quickly. When everyone finished driving, one of them looked at the little lamb who was holding the red envelopes next to him and said, "Boy, how stupid happened? Open it!"

"What are you driving? According to inertia, the more you drive, the lower the payment rate. I think he is just empty."

“It makes sense.”

"Boy, let's see what's left for us, listen to it, have fun, hehe."

A group of old people were obviously bullying people, and the little lamb came to his senses, nodded weakly, and then tore open the red envelope.

"Pan!" The scholar's red envelope was empty and then laughed.

However……

"bite!"

"Uh... this is the sound of having money, right?"

"Indeed, boy, how much have you opened? Why are your face so red? You can't be a woman, are you?"

"I'll take a break, it seems like a woman, her chest muscles are well developed."

"Do not matter how many of your men and women are you? "

The little lamb raised a finger, and his little face turned red, like a big apple.

"One, or ten?"

The little lamb shook his head.

"One hundred?"

The little lamb shook his head.

"One thousand?"

The little lamb continued to shake his head.

"How many of them? Can you just say it directly? You are going to be anxious to death?"

"Why are you anxious? Wait, what are you taking a screenshot!" The little lamb finally spoke, almost holding back all his strength, and then the clamoring sounds around him instantly quieted. Then, he was confused for a minute and stared at the little lamb and asked, "Where is your picture?"
Chapter completed!