The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 278 The Swordsman
Being so arched by Zheng Gonghuo Tianwang Hang, Ji Shao, who was still smirking a second before, restrained his smile a second later, and after giving the devil a threatening eye knife, he lowered his eyes to look at Lang Qiao.

Lang Qiao's scalp became numb from his imminent gaze, and just as she was about to say something to relieve her embarrassment, someone's warm palm had already covered her waist.

After rubbing his fingertips twice, Ji Shaoyi evoked a very nasty smile, and murmured: "The atmosphere of fighting if there is a disagreement..."

"What do you want?" Lang Qiao was startled by his scratch, subconsciously shrinking back.

Ji Shaoyi wrapped her arms around her waist, hugged her with one hand, and picked up the prop gun with the other hand to shoulder, and said with a dark smile: "I'm the best at it."

Lang Qiao's suddenly dangling short legs subconsciously wrapped around his thin waist, and before his hands could reach his shoulders, Ji Shaoyi's lips were already pressed down, showing a bit of aggression that could not be refused.

Surprised, Lang Qiao leaned back and knelt down on the spot.

"The flexibility is good." Ji Shaoyi sighed in admiration, but his fingers still scratched her waist maliciously, so anxious that Lang Qiao reached out and picked up the small leather whip on the ground, and neatly wrapped it around his neck , and slowly straightened up with the help of the small leather whip.

The camera snapped continuously, but Zheng Hang and the others were completely dumbfounded.

After a strange silence for a long time, Gatling poked Zheng Hang weakly: "Brother Hang, is this really the kind of atmosphere where swords are on the verge of breaking out, you can fight to the death, and you can fight at the slightest disagreement? Like..."

Zheng Hang nodded, with a numb face: "It's sort of..."

It's just that this fight will start if there is a disagreement, and it is estimated that the fight will be fought on the bed.

"I'm afraid I won't pass the trial..." I was worried again.

"Whatever." Zheng Hang said, "The big deal is to mosaic both of them."

Waiting for me to silently make up the picture that everyone else is in human form, only the two of them have been mosaiced...

Well, it seems to be even more evil after coding.

I don't know what I thought the two of them were doing.

If they keep playing like this, their team can be renamed Team Mosaic.

After a group of confrontational photos were taken, Lang Qiao was so tired that her cheeks were flushed and she was out of breath. She didn't even bother to change her clothes, so she was wrapped in a coat by Ji Shaoyi, and the princess carried her to the car all the way.

After pouring a few mouthfuls of hot water into his hand, Lang Qiao finally managed to catch his breath, shoved him angrily and said, "I haven't changed my clothes yet."

The blush on her cheeks has not completely subsided, and her strength is also limp. From Ji Shao's eyes, she doesn't seem to be protesting, but rather acting like a baby.

He rolled his Adam's apple twice, feeling a little thirsty for no reason.

So he lowered his head, and pressed a kiss on her glowing cherry lips, and his deep voice fell in her ear: "There's no need to change, go back and continue."

Lang Qiao: "???"

Before she could react, Ji Shaoyi had already let out a low laugh, with some kind of secret expectation and joy in his voice: "Master, drive back to the base."

Lang Qiao: "..."

I don't know if it's her illusion, she always feels that this is not the car to and from the kindergarten.

That afternoon, Lang Qiao, who has always been known as a desperate Sanniang, did not participate in the team training for the first time.

Don't ask, it's just that you are not feeling well.

By the time she was wrapped up tightly and sneaked down to the first floor to pour water like a thief, it was already evening training time.

Zheng Hang was nestling on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and he didn't even raise his head when he heard the sound.

The Demon King at the side was restless. He was upright and upright in training, leaning on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and whistled at Lang Qiao, who was stalking the dog.

Liang Swish's tone sounded extremely mean, as soon as he opened his mouth, he said, "Are you still alive?"

Lang Qiao: "..."

For a moment, she wondered if she had accidentally sleepwalked to their family's ancestral grave and danced the wild wolf disco while sleeping this morning, so she was cursed by him like this.

Obviously after a few days of getting along, the relationship between the two of them has eased a lot...

She only saw such a demon king who made no secret of his malice on the first day of joining the team.

Lang Qiao didn't know what brought the relationship between the two of them back to before liberation overnight, and he didn't bother to think about it.

She went straight to the kitchen and poured a cup of hot water. After gulping a few sips, she twisted the lid of the cup and went straight upstairs again.

Turn a blind eye to his provocation.

"Hey!" The Demon King caught up with her in two or three steps, and blocked her way with his hand on the stairs: "I'm talking to you."

Lang Qiao let out an indifferent 'oh', and went straight through under his arm, leaving a sentence at the end: "Next time, speak human words directly."

Demon King: "???"

"What do you mean?"

Lang Qiao: "I don't understand dog language."

Demon King: "..." I suspect that you are calling me a dog, and I have evidence!

Fortunately, he saw that she was tightly wrapped and looked like she had a bad cold, so he wanted to come up and take care of her.

Now it seems... or dead.

The dog woman who doesn't know what is good or bad is the most annoying!
After being stunned for talking about hell, he angrily slapped the wall, and began to complain to Zheng Hang: "Brother Hang, I always believe that the body is the capital of the revolution, and professional players like us who pay special attention to physical fitness , should have a strong body."

As he said that, he snorted coldly, and started the yin and yang strange mode at the slightest disagreement: "For example, some people wear short sleeves in winter and take a few photos, and then they get a bad cold, and they can't get up all afternoon, which affects the normal training of the team. It’s better to send the delicate girl back home as soon as possible.”

Zheng Hang: "..." Well said.

However, the goose family didn't miss the training because they wore short-sleeved photos in winter and got a bad cold from the cold!
They obviously didn't enjoy the one in the studio, so they added two more after they came back!
He glanced at his silly, white and sweet Demon King Zaizai with pity, and he stopped explaining for a long time before resolutely giving up.

He clapped his hands and changed the subject expressionlessly: "That's good, so from tomorrow onwards you should go to bed early and get up early, work and rest regularly, eat on time, and exercise."

As he spoke, he glanced at the Demon King's hand and said with a bitter smile: "After all, the body is the capital of the revolution."

Demon King: "???" Who am I?where am I?Why did the flames of war suddenly burn on me?

Shouldn't they send this delicate and frail substitute away first?
Lang Qiao, who was confounded, also sneered twice, "On the contrary, I think that a positive and enterprising spirit is more valuable than a strong body."

As she spoke, she still glanced at the Demon King, and went back without hesitation: "For example, some people who fish for three days and spend two days drying the net, with a bottle full of half bottle dangling around, and teammates training him to watch a play, it's better to retire as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)