Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

"What, what are these all." Ma Sha said into the microphone, "Can you have a little dignity, she looks down on you so much, you should be more spineless!"

At this time, the animation effect suddenly appeared in the barrage on the right, a small TV GPO3 appeared, and the presenter called "Lord Maid, please flog me", and then the entire screen was barrage of bilibili cheers.

Ma Sha frowned, watching the barrage brought by the barrage draw, and was about to speak, suddenly another small TV appeared, and the ID of the delivery was "I just forgot to change the barrage."

This time, the full-screen lottery barrage became "the maid is number one in the world".

Ma Sha spread both hands: "I really can't understand what's going on with you. The virtual maid of MEA, besides crumbs, has the attributes of good singing and Tetris master. It is also a white-haired loli, the chief maid of my house. Haven't said a few words in total?"

"No, I've been wiping the cup while answering questions from the barrage."

The party secretary said.

Ma Sha looked at her: You did it!

Party secretary: "Ah, yes, I hummed some songs because I was bored when I was wiping the cup."

--Grass!

At this time, Cai Shi ran over: "I was bored when I was resting, and I also ran to the counter to interact with the audience, and even sang Katyusha."

——It turned out to be like this! The case is solved!

The barrage was brushing at this time: "It's a poem! Awei is dead!"

"Love me the Soviet Union!"

——I really love the Soviet Union...

Ma Sha thought to myself, let me add fire to this live broadcast.

So he picked up the microphone and moved to his mouth.

"Hmph, seeing everyone so enthusiastic, I decided to sing a song for everyone."

Ma Sha is very serious in singing. If he sings incompletely, maybe he can participate in some elective, like Bolan. But he can't. He sings well or badly. It makes people feel unimpressed. Seven seconds of memory can't be preserved.

But if you make him funny, he is very good, including singing funny songs.

Why play mud in the Northeast!

How beautiful is the braces girl!

Killing Matt meets washing, cutting and blowing!

This is a repertoire of Masha at the Christmas party of the class every year.

Ma Sha took the microphone—the cord of the microphone just dragged to the ground—he walked under the lens hung on the wall and smiled evilly at the lens.

The party secretary stretched his head and glanced at the accompaniment selected by Ma Sha on the computer, smiled, put his hand on the play button of the keyboard, and gave Ma Sha an OK gesture.

Then she pressed the play button that came with the cherry keyboard, and the rhythmic music was played from the speakers hidden in the decoration of the maid's shop.

At the beginning was a very Soviet melody, followed by a mysterious rhythm.

Masha began to sing: "Lawa, Faco..."

I've been used to seeing Ma Sha's funny Chihiro for a long time, with a "come again and endlessly" expression, but the other girls who have never seen Ma Sha's funny laughed.

When Ma Sha cut into the chorus, he took off his clothes, revealing a whole body of tendons.

The whole atmosphere immediately became very Bulgarian.

The party secretary glanced at the barrage, and found that the screen was full of "Why are my eyes hurting my eyes".

But she found that the popularity of the live broadcast room rose instead of falling.

It seems that Ma Sha and the others may not be able to become the righteous police to save the world, but they can certainly become idols.

Chapter 259 He Flies, He Really Flies! (Five more)

In the evening, Ma Sha closed the shop ahead of schedule as planned.

Then he took the radio wave detector and turned it around on the second floor. Then he returned to the table in the middle of the store on the second floor, and made a tired sound while lying on the table.

The party secretary slapped him on the back: "What are you sighing? We have paid more than 20,000 attentions in two days. Many sisters who have been angry for a month do not necessarily have this number of attentions.

"People have to wear all kinds of clothing for welfare, we all pack them strictly, not only that, but also let you declare your ownership. There is a lot of attention."

"I know it's great. I feel very upset when I think that more guests will come in the future."

"Isn't that great, our shop has taken a street or even a village business!" The party secretary said teasingly, and clapped his hands, "Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

The girls chirped together.

Ma Sha was speechless, glanced at Hua Gushuang and Hongye, and said: "Next, we are going to carry out activities that the adults are ashamed of. You two will go back first."

"Hey, don't pull it, it's not nine o'clock yet." Hongye made a reluctant voice.

"obedient."

Hua Gushuang took Hongye's hand: "Let's go."

Hongye looked at Ma Sha reluctantly, but followed Hua Gushuang downstairs.

Lao Wang saluted Ma Sha and the others, and went downstairs to leave.

Soon there was the sound of the car starting from the back door of the shop.

Ma Sha specifically checked whether Lao Wang and the sixteen-year-old group had really left, and then returned to the table and sat down.

Guigui sat next to Ma Sha, with a shy but expectant expression: "What are the things that adults are ashamed of?"

Ma Sha picked up Guigui, put it on her knees, and drew a scent of lavender from her with her nose close to Guigui, and then gently bit her neck like a vampire.

"Yeah~" the ghost whispered.

Cai Shi pouted: "You have never done anything like this to me."

"That's because you have a chest," Masha said. "This posture is not good for kneading, you are suitable for being attacked from behind."

As soon as the voice fell, Chihiro attacked Cai Shi from behind, grabbing her chest with both hands: "Is that right? Then I can use it to feel the round buttocks below. It's a great experience!"

After speaking, she bit Cai Shi's ear and made Cai Shi make a beautiful voice.

Ma Sha also bit Guigui's ear, and Guigui squeezed his legs tighter.

The party secretary held a cup of black tea and drank it gracefully—if there were no ropes and labels hanging from the tea bags next to the black tea cup, it would be very elegant.