Under Liu Ye's persuasion, Duan Xiaoyan finally went to a duel with the girl who lost her footing. Regarding Duan Xiaoyan's inflated self-confidence, Liu Ye really couldn't laugh or cry. It's no different from a rookie.

What's more, the girl who lost her footing is still a hidden profession of archer, with all

I saw Fei Yue yelling with eyes full of nympho: "I'm sure, I'm sure. I heard that Korean players have many handsome guys, and they seem to compete with handsome guys."

Hearing this, everyone chattered, Liu Ye asked with black lines all over his head: "If you want to compete with a handsome guy, you can just find me, why do you have to find a Korean stick?"

"You look too wretched." Sister Feiyue scorned mercilessly.

"..." Liu Ye said, "If I can't do it, there will still be Xue Ye."

"A snowy night is a snowy night. It's my freedom to look at handsome guys." Feiyue curled her lips disapprovingly, and resolutely stepped onto the stage. At the same time, the Korean players on the other side also appeared.

The Korean player who appeared on the stage disappointed Feiyue. He is indeed a handsome guy with a sissy type, and he is also the favorite type of rotten girls. It is a pity that this handsome Korean guy doesn't take Feiyue seriously at all, "You Huaxia? People, send you a woman to die."

My sister, Feiyue, wanted to strike up a conversation with him, but when she heard this, her expression turned ugly. As the saying goes, don't try to provoke a woman, the consequences will be terrible.

"You are the one who sent your mother to die, how dare you underestimate my old lady." Fei Yue said angrily.

"Hehe...you bitch, you have quite a temper." The handsome Korean guy gave Feiyue a middle finger with a playful smile.

At this moment, the audience was in an uproar. No one would have thought that a Korean contestant would make such an obscene move, and the lungs of the party, Feiyue, was about to explode, "I'm so mad, go to hell."

Ever since, under the attention of all the people, Feiyue's sister finally ran away. Some people knew how scary Feiyue was, because everyone who had seen her runaway died.

The handsome Korean guy seems to be very confident in his own strength, completely paying attention to Feiyue's imprint of the mantra. When he was hit by Feiyue's mm, he suddenly realized that his blood volume suddenly decreased by a quarter one.

Just when he was unbelievable, the berserk Feiyue had already killed her, and all kinds of skills were thrown on him without hesitation.

"You..." The poor handsome Korean guy hung up before he could say anything.

There were cheers and screams on the arena. Many Chinese players were already dissatisfied with the arrogance of the Korean players. So after seeing the Korean players being beaten, they felt happier one by one. The way Feiyue did it was really satisfying.

On the other side of the arena, a large group of South Korean players were ashen-faced. Their loss to the European Union had already discredited them. Thinking of losing to a priest player from China, the most annoying thing is that this priest player is still a woman.

Ever since, the proud Korean nation was angry.

Amid the cheers of several Korean server players, another handsome Korean guy stepped onto the stage. Judging by their reactions, this handsome Korean guy should be the strongest player in Korea.

"It's disgusting to me." Sister Feiyue gritted her teeth and returned to the contestants' bench, her anger still dissipated, "I swear, I will never watch Korean dramas again."

"A wise decision." Liu Ye couldn't help giving a thumbs up and nodded thoughtfully. [

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