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If the Live Broadcast Earns One Billion, He Will Stop, but Tian Said He Can Still Save It
Ancient Romance直播赚够十亿就收手但田说还能救
Thirteenth Introduction
I dress up as a vicious female supporting role, sitting on a hundred acres of fertile land, but I just want to lay waste to death. I plan to earn enough money from live streaming to run away and stay away from the male and female main Shura field. But my Tian disagrees. On the first day, a mysterious stone tablet engraved with ancient farming runes appeared in the middle of the rice field. The next day, the dry spring in the back mountain automatically revived, and the flowing water allowed the crops to mature overnight. I smiled dryly at the camera: "Family members, scientific farming... This is really just a special effect..." Until the male protagonist was seriously injured and fell on the ridge of the field, and the female protagonist came to ask for help with a sword. The scarecrows in my field suddenly turned around collectively, all pointing the rusty farm tools in their hands at the menacing heroine. My field seems to want me to be the savior. And I just want to quietly put the last bit of sweet potato vermicelli on the little yellow cart.
I dress up as a vicious female supporting role, sitting on a hundred acres of fertile land, but I just want to lay waste to death. I plan to earn enough money from live streaming to run away and stay away from the male and female main Shura field. But my Tian disagrees. On the first day, a mysterious stone tablet engraved with ancient farming runes appeared in the middle of the rice field. The next day, the dry spring in the back mountain automatically revived, and the flowing water allowed the crops to mature overnight. I smiled dryly at the camera: "Family members, scientific farming... This is really just a special effect..." Until the male protagonist was seriously injured and fell on the ridge of the field, and the female protagonist came to ask for help with a sword. The scarecrows in my field suddenly turned around collectively, all pointing the rusty farm tools in their hands at the menacing heroine. My field seems to want me to be the savior. And I just want to quietly put the last bit of sweet potato vermicelli on the little yellow cart.