Little Rabbit Farm Concert 7

In the live broadcast room.

The Mo fans were all shocked and doubtful, and their hearts were filled with despair.

——[ ah this... This is Feifei? ]

——[ Feifei, why can you speak? ? ]

——[ don’t shoot... Oh No, don’t speak! I’m sorry, I’ve already died in battle. ]

..

This woman with a big accent was actually their goddess, Mo Feifei..

Many mo fans were instantly disillusioned.

From beginning to end, Ying Yi’s expression did not change as she checked Mo Feifei’s pulse.

“Weak spleen, weak stomach, sagging qi...”ying Yi frowned slightly. “Do you usually eat and sleep irregularly?”

Mo feifei said embarrassedly, “I’m used to staying up late. I usually sleep at two or three o’clock.”

The audience watching the live broadcast had quite a resonance with this. Oh, how many young people nowadays did not stay up late!

“As for eating...”