Mo Ni took out two small flags from somewhere and waved them.
"Come and vote! My dear viewers!"
"Every vote has extraordinary significance!"
"Let us see the truth of the world!"
Zhao Qi looked at the extremely noisy Mo Ni on the screen, his face almost turned into a donkey face.
"Am I the only one who finds her annoying?"
No, of course not, there are still many people who find Moni annoying.
The netizens of the flower gardening family have established the Internet Alliance of [Mouni Silly Cup] and plan to unite to resist Mouni.
"Stop talking about other countries' short-sighted, short-sighted idiots! We must support our own people!"
"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I just blindly love my country and blindly love Meng Fei! I support Meng Fei!"
"Damn it, cute god, I'm putting my dignity as a man on the line! I won't make steamed buns to fight for my reputation! You kid must show off to these guys!"
"I look at this matter rationally. Although I know the outcome, I still want to support the cute god!"
"There are more than six billion people in the world, and we have more than one billion, accounting for nearly 20%. What we are saying is, as a flower-growing family, can we have a say?"
At this time, in a certain ward of Qingshan Mental Hospital.
Wearing a black scale-patterned robe, with his black hair simply pulled up, a tall man with scarlet eyes stared at the screen in front of him.
Liu Daxian'er looked at the trio who kept tapping with their hands and said, "Really?"
Liu Daxian'er's Cui Hu stood beside him, holding a smartphone and sending messages.
Not far away, a beautiful woman wearing a revealing long skirt and a lazy and charming face counted her fingers and said:
"We can't win, and we can't build momentum. It would be better if we had just a little more time."
"An hour? Not even enough time for a meal."
Huang Xiaoxian'er and Xu Xiaomei pulled the table together and looked at the information scrolling on more than a dozen screens.
Huang Xiaoxian'er couldn't hold back, pinched the boy next to her, and cursed: "Isn't your kid called the Key Immortal? Why are you sending messages so slowly?"
Kadensen's eyes widened and he said angrily: "You can doubt my character, but you can't doubt my hand speed! My fucking fingers are smoking!"
The only girl in the trio muttered, "Stop arguing with her and start typing."
The key person said: "Damn it, I know how to blindly troll people! This needs to be done in a rhythm and in a good way. I haven't practiced to this level yet!"
Huang Xiaoxian'er looked at the three of them, and then at the beautiful woman smoking a cigarette over there.
"Hu Daxian'er, if you can't, please come forward?"
Hu Daxian'er raised her eyes. If an ordinary person looked at her like this, his bones would probably go numb.
Hu Daxian'er chuckled lightly and said, "I only have two of my nine lives left. Do you plan to let me die first as a sign of respect?"
Huang Xiaoxian'er turned away timidly, "I understand."
Xu Xiaomei whispered: "This beautiful sister's voice is very similar to that singer's voice."
Huang Xiaoxian'er said: "That's her, the Siren Queen, an anonymous singer with a global fan base of one billion."
Xu Xiaomei's eyes widened in surprise. She suddenly turned her head to look at Hu Daxian'er, "Awesome Karas!"
Hu Daxian'er chuckled, stretched out her hand, and flirtatiously said, "Little girl, come here, let me give you a kiss~"
Xu Xiaomei: "..."
Huang Xiaoxian'er: "...She is a fox and can eat people."
Xu Xiaomei stood up nervously and moved over in small steps, "But, she wants to kiss me~"
Huang Xiaoxian'er continued to look at the screen with a blank expression, forget it, forget about being kissed to death.
Although Hu Daxianer no longer eats people, he used to like to eat weird things.
If it weren't for Sir Meng Fei, tut tut, Hu Daxian'er would have almost become a demon.
The hands of Jian Xian, Jian Gui and Jianren were already typing phantoms, and Cui Hu was typing quickly.
Outside the door, more than thirty Liu Yimin was also typing hard. More than thirty was Liu Yimin's limit. It was either the limit of his efforts or two-finger Zen typing. It was indeed a bit funny.
Zhao Le: "Hey hey hey."
Liu Yimin: "..."
What a disrespect for the elderly!
Little Yellow Chicken and the others are even better, they can’t type at all!
This is discrimination, discrimination! Why not give the doll a cell phone!
At Qingshan Mental Hospital, except for those who can't type, have no brains, and those who really can't do anything, everyone else is trying to call on everyone to vote for rejection to increase the difficulty.
“Flower-growing families don’t cheat flower-growing families!”
"If you are a flower-growing family, you must support Meng Fei!"
"Resist the dark forces of the weird live broadcast and insult Mo Ni's silly cup!"
Each piece of information is like a small stream of water, injected into the huge ocean of the Internet.
No one knows what their piece of information and that choice will bring.
The power that no one knows is gradually gathering.
Under the darkness, who can say that there is not more and more pure light?
Meng Fei didn't know what was going on outside. Anyway, he said before doing this that he would have to figure it out, as long as his home base (crossed out) Qingshan Mental Hospital was not destroyed.
Meng Fei looked at the [Sun family's weddings and funerals] in front of him.
Meng Fei: "Since you're here, let's go in and take a look!"
Meng Fei walked into the store. The store was very large, at least several hundred square meters.
As soon as you enter the door, there are various utensils for wedding banquets on the left, and various items for funerals on the right.
Only the road leading directly to the counter was extremely wide, enough for four men to walk side by side.
Behind the counter was the old village chief.
Meng Fei's smile widened instantly. He simply couldn't suppress his smile. Meng Fei strode over and grabbed the old village chief's beard.
The old village chief shivered when he was dragged.
Meng Fei tugged on his beard, grabbed the old village chief's shoulders, and then held the old village chief's hand tightly.
The old village chief's hands are very rough, and because of his age, his skin has aged. In addition, he is very thin, and his skin is like layers of tree bark.
This is a pair of hands that a normal person would be afraid of and even want to stay away from.
No, that's wrong. Logically speaking, no one would want to get close to the old village chief.
An old man who is very old and exudes the smell of a dying person.
The old village chief felt shuddered when Meng Fei grabbed his hand and said hello cordially, and even felt a sense of nausea in his heart.
The old village chief had met many young people, but none of them could be so enthusiastic about him.
When those young people saw him for the first time, they would show some disgust, disgust and even fear.
But this kid didn't, and he even took the initiative to stick with me.
...This kid is better at pretending than he is.
No wonder they give such generous rewards, no wonder, this kid is a tough guy!
The old village chief was thinking a lot, but he still looked panicked on the surface.
"Stop shaking it, stop shaking it, the old man's bones are going to fall apart!"
Meng Fei held the old village chief's hand and smiled brightly. Those who didn't know it thought he was a scammer who took advantage of the empty nester and planned to sell health care products.
"How could it be? Old village chief, you look like you live a long life, are in good health, do all kinds of evil, live as long as Nanshan Mountain, and have descendants all over your house!"
Old village chief: "..."
Isn't this kid already aware of something?
