The eSports King’s Crush

Chapter 1515: One thousand four hundred and ninety, they used to

Chapter 1515, the first thousand four hundred and ninety, they used to

No one can truly empathize with anyone.

It's because of different circumstances.

But the magic is when that familiar name is mentioned one after another.

Everyone will stop teasing.

Look at this sentence on the screen.

The pause in the live broadcast room is obvious.

Soon, someone released the recording that the boy said.

Because a long time has passed, there is noise in it.

It is possible that someone's earphones are not very good, and the sound of passing clothes is exceptionally loud, but even so, it does not cover up that unique loud voice.

"I said, little spades, what are you looking for, can you not let me face the ground, I am a male **** who eats with his face, do you lose money!"

"Fat man, point your face."

"Fuck, classmate Lin Huahua, give me a straighter attitude."

"It's shameful that you can't stand still, little spades, cancel! Cancel the team, kick him out!"

"Lin Huahua, you, your narrow-minded problem, when will it be corrected?"

"Fat man, there is a mirror behind you, please look in the mirror before you speak, fuck!"

"How? How?"

"There is something."

thing?

Zhao Sanpang was afraid of ghosts, and when he heard that it was a copy of Vampire Castle, he had already made up a ghost novel.

"What, what?"

"I."

The lazy evil nephew sounded from the night.

"Fat, your landing posture just now is also special."

"Fuck, little spade, you have to scare me to death, don't just show up again in stealth! I just want to ask you, what dungeon is not easy to brush, and what blood-sucking dungeon is running."

"I didn't say it, here comes picking things for my apprentice."

"Pick things, use the boss, it's still a blood-sucking reasoning book, look at your teammates, except me, who has the IQ and the courage!"

Lin Feng leaned there, not wanting to look at him.

Fengshang bears the title of a RMB player, and he is vigilant everywhere, and he is very clear at a glance.

But these are still different from Zhao Sanpang's trembling state holding himself.

Lin Feng sneered.

Your most handsome fat man in the world: "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, little spades, we still have time to pay back now, and your family Qin Mo, his kind of inhumane person, is suitable for this kind of personality."

"Fat man." Bo Jiu stretched out his hand to lift the person up: "What you said earlier should mean that you are the highest IQ among us."

Zhao Sanpang: "Of course, I have not only a brain, but also a face!"

"Then you go first." Bo Jiu laughed, full of evil spirits: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

Zhao Sanpang opened his mouth: "You dug this for me...wait...wait, then, what is that."

"People, heads, ghosts!"

Feng Shang's stuttering words just fell.

I saw a figure rushing past.

The figure is very small, all black, like a kid.

The fierce style of play, which describes the drawing of a knife in the running water, turned on one side, five corpses were already lying under the feet, and her knife had been inserted back to the waist.

There was a small figure standing there, with no expression on his face, but his eyes looked towards Bo Jiu Shi, but they showed light.

Like my own child, asking for praise.

"Master, they are all dead."

This voice is different from all voices.

Because it is too immature and clean.

So when it is transmitted to the ear through the machine, it will be exceptionally clear.

Next, Zhao Sanpang screamed.

"Beibei, here, fucking, there are still here, have you seen it, your fat man has 1,1234 behind him, how the **** did I come in groups!"

(End of this chapter)

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