After looking at the input box again, Mo Ran chose the lottery conditions that were very similar to the last time-

Can help me bring some people who have come through higher-level medical works.

Once this condition, many salted fish began to feel sad again-

:····I blamed me for being a wrong birth. I didn't look like a Shuilan Star, and I didn't even have a chance to draw! /Wow, crying/

:Watching others with envy and hatred, I can only watch here with a bitter taste.../Crying/

:I am trying to press back the two transparent tentacles on my head... Ahhhhhhhh! I obviously look like the same as the Shuilan Star Man, why do I have to have two more things on my head!

: Next time the anchor only draws people who need to go to the mental state, and next time the anchor only draws people who need to go to the mental state...

: The mentality is explosive, I am so angry that I want to temporarily withdraw from the live broadcast room and give my position to other people who look like it, at least lower the winning rate...

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I asked for someone who could come here in real life twice.

Those salted fish that do not meet the registration requirements are all a little depressed.

Mo Ran looked at the barrage for a while and thought about what if there was no requirement next time,

Should I just write a person who does not look like Shui Lanxing and uses his spiritual body to come over?

After all, even if you use the words casual to draw,

It is still very likely that someone will draw a physical person over.

Those salted fish who don’t look very much like them are indeed pitiful.

I remembered the Visbonaisi little fragrant pig that I came here for the first time.

Mo Ran chuckled and opened the large screen of the live broadcast room.

He put his eyes back on the menu, and after checking two more dishes, he handed the menu back to Yi Beichen.

Because the two were together, Yi Beichen did not have a live broadcast at this moment.

Seeing Mo Ran suddenly stopping and laughing, she guessed that it was something in the live broadcast room.

While taking the menu, I asked casually:

What's wrong?

Mo Ran picked up the cup of tea he had just poured in front of him and took a sip:

It's nothing, it's time for the interstellar portal to open again, and I don't know who will come this time.

Thinking of the pig and a man who came before, Yi Beichen couldn't help but bend his lower lip and didn't say anything more.

I just clicked the menu and pressed the service ringtone.

The process of waiting for the dishes to come up was a bit boring. Mo Ran remembered the game he had played for Gu Kaizhi before.

Just take out your phone and click on the software store:

Let’s play another game with me? Let’s see what kind of nickname can be given to us this time?

When Yi Beichen heard her mention this, he also remembered the wonderful intersection of them in the last life.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he also clicked on the mall.

Fortunately, this private kitchen is fast,

But in just a few minutes, the game was played.

I directly chose to log in to 6 accounts using WeChat.

Soon, both of them came to the stage of creating nicknames.

I gently clicked on the small dice on my right hand.

Mo Ran looked at the name that appeared on her screen.

A look of surprise appeared on his face that was chuckling indifferently.

The red lips were slightly opened, and Mo Ran was staring blankly at the screen.
Chapter completed!