In the city, I am the owner of paradise island

“Thank you for this island owner friend.”

Er Ke grimaced at the camera, although he didn’t believe Su Cheng’s identity, he still said a little jokingly.

“It’s silly and sweet.”

“Kebao, you have been deceived, he is the Lord of Heavenly Island, I am still the Jade Emperor of the Heavenly Court…”

Meanwhile.

Deep Sea City, Douyu TV headquarters.

Chen Shaojie, who looked pig liver colored, also noticed the rhythm of the live broadcast room.

“This ID Su Cheng can’t really be the owner of Su Island, right?”

Chen Shaojie said coldly.

He had been reading Su Cheng’s information just now.

(12th) Yan Da genius class dropout, mysterious red family, owner of paradise island, salvage of Zheng He’s treasure ship.

Moreover.

And the Morgan consortium, the Rothschilds, the Rockefellers, the Medici, etc., are good business partners.

Young and worth more than 20 billion!

In the past, Chen Shaojie felt that he single-handedly created Douyu, and he was quite bullish.

Until he heard about Su Cheng.

“It should be a trumpet with rhythm.”

The little secret of the gold wire-framed glasses replied, and then checked the background data, and said while checking:

“This ID just registered today, and the source of registration is Weibo.”

“Weibo shows that this ID comes from Weibo accounts: Su Cheng, Weibo big V, paradise island owner…”

Reading it, Xiao Mi stayed there.

That’s a coincidence!

“It’s really the lord of Su Island, haha, it seems that my Chen Shaojie was lucky and caught a big fish.”

A strange light flashed in Chen Shaojie’s eyes.

It was as if seeing a new world.

“Raise the authority of this account to me the highest, and then rush some rockets or something, the owner of Su Island finally came to Douyu, he must let him play hi and have fun!”

Chen Shaojie said excitedly.

That look, just like the old bustard finally caught the female ticket visitor visiting the green building.

“President, isn’t this too much…” Xiao Mi showed an embarrassed but polite smile.

……

Live room.

A barrage kept mocking Su Cheng.

“Poor, the level 1 trumpet is still loaded with a large amount, see Lao Tzu brush a rocket for Er Ke, do you dare?” ID Imperial Burning Brother.

And then a rocket floated by.

ID Imperial Fire Brother (Earl) Reward Anchor Rocket X1!

“Brother Burning Fire!”

“The Imperial Guild will be mighty, Brother Burning Fire, please upstairs!”

“In front of our imperial family, don’t pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, the imperial guild will last forever, poof!” ID Imperial Tango.

ID Imperial Tango (Viscount) Tip Streamer Rocket X1!

ID Imperial Paralysis (Viscount) Tip Anchor Plane X1!

ID Emperor ~ Cynical (Knight) Tip Anchor Fish Ball X10000!

In an instant, there was a wave of IDs starting with “Emperor” in the live broadcast room to swipe gifts, which seemed to be a guild.

“6666, the three major local tyrant guilds of Douyu have mobilized!”

“Wow, is Er Ke going to be raised by the local tyrant guild, is he going to take off?”

“What about that Suda Island Lord, why don’t you brag about it, why don’t you brush it…”

“Dare to pretend in front of our imperial guild, I don’t know how to write the dead word??”

ID Emperor Burning Fire Brother mocked.

A colored barrage was also used, not to mention more eyes.

“Don’t bring rhythm, don’t bully people, is it okay to bully a little Mengxin…” Er Ke defended Su Cheng.

But it didn’t work, the barrage still flew in rhythm.

Su Cheng was speechless.

With only one word, he became a living target of this imperial guild, and really regarded himself as a soft persimmon.

Do you really think of yourself as a sick cat?!

I, Lord of Su Island, want to charge money!

Su Cheng clicked on the recharge, ready to recharge the super fire, and teach this group of little rabbits a lesson.

Suddenly.

Betta pops up a prompt box.

Dear Lord of Sucheng Island, in order to make you have fun in Betta, we hereby open the following services for you:

Nobility: Emperor X 12 months

Fish balls: 50 million

Shark fin: 1 million

Customized super fire: 2000 rounds

Permissions: Super administrator privileges

Forehead…… Douyu gave himself millions of gifts and permissions at once, and this kind of tumultuous operation?!

Su Cheng couldn’t help but be stunned.

But it’s good to have someone send it, saving him to recharge it himself… Click OK.

Moment.

A golden prompt appeared in all the Douyu live broadcast rooms:

Su Cheng opened the emperor in Erke’s room!

Room 78622.

Bling, Emperor Su Cheng, a few big words dominate the entire screen!

“Mother a chicken, someone gave Erke Chong Emperor!”

“This won’t really be the owner of Paradise Island, open the emperor 66666 without saying a word…”

“Local tyrants, there is still a lack of thigh pendants!”

The barrage brushed up frantically.

Erke’s big eyes didn’t blink at the screen, she was so surprised, she was about to cry!

I thought it was a little cute new….

Who knows, really the owner of Paradise Island!

“The girl broadcast well and show everyone the scenery of Paradise Island.” Su Cheng said casually.

Then, an emperor barrage with Su Cheng’s head floated out.

This is followed by a tip:

ID Su Cheng (Emperor) Tip anchor plane X1314!

The live barrage exploded again.

“Muggle, the local tyrant gave a thousand planes …”

“A hundred thousand went out!”

“Brother Su Cheng, the tip plane will not go to the world, it will only be displayed in this live broadcast room, which is too wasteful.”

Someone kindly reminded Su Chengdao.

But more trolls:

“What about those from the Imperial Guild, didn’t they still shout cheerfully just now?”

“The lord of Su Island brushed a thousand planes, why didn’t the imperial prince brush it, he was still poor and had no money.”

“I heard that the Imperial Guild is the three major local tyrant guilds of Douyu, so I won’t admit defeat.”

Barrage is wallhead.

As soon as Su Cheng brushed the plane, all the barrages turned around to spray the Imperial Guild, and the one that sprayed was called a ruthless.

There were even people who brushed small speakers in the division, calling people from the imperial guild to brush money.

Well.

These are deliberately rhythmic fans.

But no matter what, several nobles of the Imperial Guild in the Erke live broadcast room were as uncomfortable as eating flies.

Nima….

They just want to brush some small money, soak Erke, and step on this level 1 shrimp by the way.

Who knows, this is a small shrimp, this is a man-eating great white shark!