After a few seconds, the comments disappeared.
Was it Ji Jing's quick reflexes? Of course not. It was Ming Ze, who had become the administrator of the live broadcast room anonymously, gnashing his teeth at his phone at home. He did not even have such a daydream. Who was this person? How dare he say such a thing?
" Instantly deleted, hahahahaha. As everyone knows, this streaming room does not allow discussions about the host's looks."
"Isn't this a fortune-telling streamer? Why are there fans here who dream of marrying the host?"
"Who's going to do the divination? Aren't we all here to see the beautiful little Taoist priest?"
" Will the host participate in tonight's exploration?"
"I'm just a fortune-teller fan. Don't represent everyone. Thank you. The streamer is professional and patient. It has already been treated as a live broadcast of our sect."