PUBG Nightmare Player System

Pickled peppers? Who? Ye Lang thought for a long time, but still didn't think of it.

"Sorry, I don't know."

Pickled Jiao had already stretched out his hand, symbolically trying to give Ye Lang a predicament, but Ye Lang suddenly said this, which made him extremely annoyed.

What do you even dare to say that you are a rapper?

Pickled Jiao’s face was uncertain, and in an instant he showed an awkward smile, "It’s okay, I’ll know each other soon, but you have no chance to meet me. In the PK session, my brothers will beat you into Shame."

Ye Lang frowned slightly, "How do you speak, didn't your mother and your father teach you to speak well?"

Suddenly, Ye Lang stretched out his hand with a look of regret and apology, and touched his chest, "My mine, I should have made you on the wall at the beginning, my mine, it's causing you trouble."

When Ye Lang said these words, these old drivers instantly understood what Ye Lang meant.

All laughed wildly.

"Hahaha, pickled peppers have encountered hard stubble."

"A ruthless man, if you dare to mock pickled peppers so much, you almost scolded on your face."

"As expected of my favorite anchor, great, this mouth is hard!"

"No, Breggie, I suspect you are weird..."

...

Pickles' faces are cloudy and sunny, and the underground rap players are in a bad environment. They have long been accustomed to dominating one side. Fighting, drinking, etc. are common things.

But now, this is when the show is being recorded, do they dare to fight?

Ye Lang looked at these dozen people with a smile, "Why? Want to fight?"

"Fuck Nima, what are you crazy about?"

"That's right, I will **** you if I don't play today!"

It was too late to say that it was fast, Ye Lang flew up and kicked directly before they shot.

There was a strange roar of "I hit~" in his mouth.

In an instant, the body of the fat man in front flew upside down like a kite with a broken line.

"You...you really do it!"

Those rappers in Chang'an were dumbfounded.

They had no idea that Ye Lang would really hit someone.

What is the origin of Ye Lang? Hit someone at the show. If someone puts it on the Internet, it won’t blow up. Does this guy ignore his image?

The remaining 30 or so of the other contestants are now confused.

"I'm going, Ye Lang is so fierce!"

"This foot is level. Didn't you see that the 200-jin fat man flew more than ten meters away? Ye Lang wouldn't be a kung fu master, right?"

"A ruthless person, definitely a ruthless person. Everything in the live broadcast is fake. This Ye Lang is real."

A group of people suddenly sounded the part of Ye Lang's freestyle session, especially when Lao Tzu eats hot pot and you eat hot pot bottoms, it is so arrogant and arrogant.

Co-author, Ye Lang is really playing? Not kidding!

Ye Lang sneered at this moment, "What's wrong with beating? If you are allowed to bully people in partnership, then others will not be allowed to resist?"

Every time Ye Lang said a word, he took a step forward, pressing harder each step. In an instant, the dozen or so rappers from Chang'an were frightened and stepped back one by one.

Pickled Pepper was even more sweaty. Everyone looked at him. He claimed to be the number one rapper in the country. Now that he was stunned, wouldn't he be beaten?

Ye Lang smiled wickedly, with a beating expression on his face.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you to speak, if you are afraid, you will lose for a lifetime!"

Ye Lang's voice is not loud, but everyone can hear it clearly. This is due to the sound pressure. Even a small sound can be clearly transmitted to the ears of people around him. For someone like Ye Lang who is a master of singing, the sound pressure is drizzle.

In an instant, a group of people couldn't help it anymore.

"Old Yin and Yang Ye Lang, go, fuck, pickle pepper, you will lose for a lifetime."

They have long been dissatisfied with people like pickled peppers. Why do we work so hard and practice skills so that you can claim to be the No. 1 rapper in China Underground if you walk all day long?

I can't bear it, I don't usually say it, but now they can't help it, and they applaud Ye Lang in their hearts, and they don't forget to pick up the pepper, want to see his joke.

Rather than watching Ye Lang's jokes, they wanted to watch pickled pepper jokes.

Pickled Jiao's eyes widened, staring at Ye Lang.

Ye Lang smiled very cheaply, as if saying, "You beat me, you beat me."

Pickled Pepper is not a fool, can he beat Ye Lang?

Looking at the situation just now, people with more than two hundred jins are not Ye Lang's opponents. That kick is really too powerful. At first glance, it is Lianjiazi, such a person, fight him? This is not a trouble!

"Hmph, I am a civilized person, not like a barbarian, don't go to Chang'an if you have the ability."

Pickled Jiao gave a cruel word, turned his head and left.

"No, this is it?"

"What's the matter? I just said a cruel thing that doesn't matter if I don't care?"

"No, this is the king of underground rapper? You are so arrogant in Chang'an, why are you so embarrassed now."

Everyone talked a lot, but they were different from Ye Lang. Ye Lang is now well-known and strong, and there must be a place in the entertainment circle. They can't afford to offend Ye Lang and can only defeat Ye Lang head-on.

Pickled peppers, this is a ruthless person, if they go to Chang'an if pickled peppers knows, if something happens, no one can guarantee. Pickled Jiao gave them a fierce look and left by himself.

After the people from Chang'an left, a group of rappers from all over the country finally breathed a sigh of relief and cheered, "Ye Shenniu beep."

"Haha, eating pickled peppers is not easy."

Ye Lang smiled faintly at this time, "Don't be happy too early, you will be miserable if I meet you in the PK game."

A thin boy who was not tall and full of dreadlocks squeezed in, "Yeshen, I am your iron fan, sign me."

Ye Lang smiled awkwardly, "Isn't it, you can meet your own fans in the game? But signing, a small problem."

"I just learned your sniper rifle, I really can't."

"Brother, my sniper must not be able to learn, you can learn from Wei Shen." Ye Lang smiled evilly.

"Learn what technique from him?"

"Technology to get fat!"

Suddenly a voice shouted: "Breggie, can you get out of the way, Ye Lang is also my favorite anchor."

A person started to scream, Ye Lang suddenly realized that the little guy in front of him was Breggie.

"We'll see you in the second round!" Ye Lang waved his hand and returned to his lounge.

In the rest backstage at this time, only one group was silent.

These are all trainees from major entertainment companies. They are all young, but they have also trained to rap for a period of time. Rap ​​is pretty good, but if they stand on the stage and compete with the underground guns. , That is not an easy task.

The idols were uneasy, especially when they saw Ye Lang directly clashed with those underground rap masters, they were even more afraid.

Thinking about Ye Lang's extremely ruthless lyrics on stage, they felt even more uncomfortable.

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