The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 864
He tried to give them his back.

But what did they do?

Four people beat a tyrant and was snatched away single-handedly.

Even though there is a bonus of luck in it, even if that person is no longer the rookie Mengxin he used to be, he still feels a little uneasy.

How could she be so lucky?

As soon as she entered the circle, she was a wealthy club, with top teammates escorting her, even resisting the pressure of public opinion for her.

Why?
Is his effort just a joke?
Win, who won the ninth master, didn't want to fight with them anymore. They brought all the soldiers from the three routes to the high ground of Tihua Zhixiu, waiting for the resurrection of Buyao's Dharma, and pushed them hard.

Looking at the continuous stream of soldiers being sent over, Ten Kill knew that they were about to lose, and the loss was ugly.

Even though they have defended for so long, even if they almost came back after several waves, they still lost.

A team that has long since lost its e-sports spirit does not deserve to win.

He wiped his sweaty hands, thinking a little self-deprecatingly, a professional player who has long since lost his original intention probably doesn't deserve to stay in this arena.

Thinking of this, Shisha snorted coldly, his voice was still loose as always, with a little sarcasm: "I still hit a few times, and voted."

Then he clicked on the settings page and pressed 'initiate surrender' without hesitation.

In the next second, a selection box appeared on the screens of the other four people.

[initiate surrender

Surrender and refuse]

You in the commentary was so frightened that he even forgot to urinate, "Damn beep—what's going on with this tomato? Someone from the Dihua Zhixiu team actually initiated a surrender? It must have been a wrong hand press, right?"

"It should be." Xixi also followed the Circus, "After all, in our KPL arena, there has never been a team that surrendered. It feels like we really saw a lot of famous scenes tonight."

The referee also suspended the game immediately and stepped forward to inquire about the situation.

Shi Sha had a cold face, and when he was about to speak, someone preempted him.

Zero didn't know where his courage came from, so he reached out and grabbed his sweaty hand to show the referee, and smiled reluctantly and said, "It's because our killers sweated too much, and our hands slipped."

As if to confirm his statement, he boldly stroked Shisha's palm twice with his fingertips, and then stretched out his fingers to let the referee feel the wetness of his fingertips in all directions without dead ends.

Shisha only felt itchy palms, and his whole body was a little hairy. He pulled out his hands with a dark face, put on the earphones again, and cursed in his heart: Mom is mentally retarded.

Zero, who was called mentally retarded, persuaded the referee, and then returned to his seat, put on his headphones, and waited for the game to reconnect.

Shisha's fingers curled up, his face was still stinky, "Who wants you to be sentimental?"

"I know why you surrendered." Zero's complexion didn't improve much, and he didn't dare to look back at Ten Kill. He just lowered his head and said, "You think we've been dragging you down all this time."

"We are really good, but you are not much better. You have isolated yourself from the first day you joined the team. Your attitude towards us is that you don't fit in, run in, or participate. We have always been trying to cater to you. , guess your mind, follow your steps, and you never put us on an equal footing, not even the most basic respect."

"Yes." Shisha spread his hands, "I am this kind of person, so you don't need to speak for me, after all, it is good for everyone if I leave."

His casual tone completely angered Zero, he smiled, he didn't know whether he was mocking himself or Ten Kill, and said in a low voice, "I thought you could get better."

He thought so from the first time Ten Kill was willing to talk to him on the return bus.

So even if he self-willedly initiates a surrender, he will give him back.

He knows that Ten Kill wants to give up his career, but he still wants to help him get back. Even if he wants to retire, it should be his active choice, not being suspended for passive competition.

He wanted Ten Kill to have enough time to consider whether to retire, instead of leaving in a hurry, and it was too late to regret everything.

After all, there are so many teenagers with dreams in their hearts, and not everyone has the opportunity to stand on this stage.

Those of them who get the opportunity should cherish it even more.

Zero thought he would get another taunt, but the taunt he expected didn't come when he waited for the match to be reconnected successfully.

He glanced at the person next to him from the corner of his eye, and saw that he wiped the scratched screen clean, and put his slender fingers back on the keys.

He knew that this was their usual preparation before they killed God and wanted to carry.

For a moment, Zero didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

The God of Plague who was about to be sent away was kept by himself again, he would really dig a hole for himself.

Sensing that the person next to him seemed to be laughing, Tosha gave him a cool sideways glance, and his tone was still mocking as usual, "I know why you are so passionate."

Upon seeing his fierce eyes, Zero immediately faltered, completely losing the aura of preaching just now, "Why?"

Ten Kill: "You don't want four to five."

Zero: "..." Doesn't your conscience hurt when you say this?
The game continues.

Zero was the first to hit reject in the surrender box, and so did the others.

"After our referees communicated with the players, we found out that someone slipped his hand and accidentally pressed the button to initiate a surrender, so we continued the game." You said that the game would continue, but the expression on his face did not want to continue at all.

If this game continues like this, it will really kill people.

"Team Win has successfully brought all three lines of soldiers to the high ground of Team Tihua Zhixiu, and the dark-fleshed Bodhidharma has also been resurrected and arrived. This is probably about to launch a general attack." Xixi comforted him.

You: "But the ten-killed Hua Mulan is also resurrected. The Win team has already wandered hundreds of times at the gate of Tihua Zhixiu, and they have not seen a single successful entry. I am thinking that the two teams will simply see each other for hundreds of times. One round, wait until dawn to announce the results of the werewolf killing."

"Either Empress Wu Zetian, who is talented in Tihua, stuns the five opponents with one big move, and wipes out them all in one wave, or the dark-fleshed Bodhidharma hits all five opponents on the wall with one flash, and takes them away in one wave, otherwise this round will not be successful. It’s over.” Maybe it’s because I’m really in a hurry, and some people speak faster, “And I think the probability of Wu Zetian hitting five with his big move is higher than that of Bodhidharma’s kick. After all, the high ground is flat, The walls are hundreds of thousands of miles away, and Bodhidharma's big flash is still a test of technology..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Bu Yao's Bodhidharma move. She first flashed across the wall to the enemy's back row, and then kicked the four of Dihua Zhixiu onto the wall with a reverse big move. All stunned for 1.5 seconds!
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(End of this chapter)