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[12011 people liked Bailiu’s small TV, 12,000 people collected Bailiu’s small TV, 2077 people charged Bailiu’s small TV, player Bailiu earned 3011 points, more than 300 people charged you with more than one point]
[Player Bailiu won more than 10,000 likes and more than 3,000 points in one minute, and his reputation has never been better! Player Bailiu gets the achievement of first showing off! 】
[Congratulations to the player Bailiu's promotion position has risen, and it is highly recommended for entering the single-player game split screen in the central hall of the central hall]
[Welcome back to your original position, player Bai Liu]
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This time Bai Liu Yisheng went to the screen to forcefully push, and almost all the audiences in the fringe area before ran along. The fastest runners were Wang Shun and Mu Sicheng. When Wang Shun followed, he realized that Li Gou was also there. , This person should have seen Mu Sicheng coming, so he hid behind. Now he is dragging the knife and running with the large group, his face is terribly dark, and he probably has realized that Bai Liu is not a hard stubble that he can handle. NS.
When Wang Shun arrived, there were already a lot of viewers in the viewing area in front of Bailiu TV. Some viewers from the previous district followed but left midway, watching with a little surprise the Bailiu rising again.
In addition, I have ridiculed Bai Liu before, saying that Bai Liu is a low-level audience in the Central District. These audiences don't know what to think. They obviously don't like Bai Liu, but Bai Liu Yisheng is the first audience to come in. These audiences still complained loudly in the front row:
"Hey, how come it has risen again, it looks so annoying."
These viewers were crowded in front, gesticulating wildly at Bai Liu's small TV:
"Why are there so many people giving him a thumbs-up? Why? It's like pulling down the average level of the push position. No way, I'm going to give him a step, and step him down quickly."
"I don't understand, what's so good about pretending to be? I can lie to tens of thousands of likes, and there are four to five thousand people charging him. Are they all stupid? Spending points on this kind of person?"
"It's so annoying, so annoying, so annoying, can he go up from the push position and switch to a few players with the same level as the Faun. I think it would be a waste of my time to look at it more."
Mu Sicheng took off his monkey hat and walked to the front row. He smiled, and put one hand on his chest in a different manner from before, and one hand with the hat behind him to the audience. He gave a gift, but because he was holding a monkey’s plush hat, this gentleman’s gift seemed a bit funny, but this did not affect these audiences covering their mouths and exclaiming:
"The Faun!!! You are the Faun, right!"
There is also this kind of direct face-to-face questioning: "Faun, can I ask why you recommend this player? I have no game level and have been occupying a strong push position in a single player game. It is really annoying and low."
Mu Sicheng smiled: "Hello, I also heard your conversation just now, and I feel a little nostalgic."
The audience in this play became ashamed in an instant, and they started to comment on Bai Liu:
"God, you also think this product is very annoying, right, just this kind of pretending to be weird, should have died long ago, occupying a position so that many capable people can't get it."
"When I scan the live broadcast, I have a lot of trouble, because there are people like this occupying the screen, so I can't see any high-quality game live broadcasts! I hope he will die soon and fall out of the strong push list!"
"Fun, you just enter the game, start a live broadcast and squeeze him down!"
These people are eloquent and excited, as if seeing the newcomer Bai Liu being squeezed down is like seeing what a good thing-but suppressing the newcomer has always been the favorite thing for the bottom players.
"No, what I mean by nostalgia is—"Mu Sicheng really smiled. He had a lollipop in his mouth, but he smiled a bit wickedly, "because I was the first time I was in the promotion position. , There are also many viewers who step on me like this and scold me like this."
The babbled audience seemed to have their throats strangled, and suddenly they took their tongues in embarrassment, and they looked at each other and communicated with their eyes.
Seeing these audiences who ranted in front of Bai Liu and silenced in front of him, Mu Sicheng laughed. He smiled more innocently, and leaned forward to question these audiences: "You know that these audiences who have scolded me are all How is it?"
These audiences looked directly at Mu Sicheng's dark red eyes, and a laughing cartoon monkey was reflected in Mu Sicheng’s pupils. The cartoon monkey’s eyes glowed bright red. These front-row audiences It was only then that the dark red that Mu Sicheng's eyes showed was not the original color of Mu Sicheng's eyes, but because of the light from the monkey in his eyes.
Facing the weird eyes of Mu Sicheng, these high-pitched spectators swallowed their saliva, stepped back two steps with a chill, and shook their heads.
Mu Sicheng smiled and drew the monkey’s cartoon hat from behind, with the other pointing at the hat, making a gesture of display: “Because I hate those audiences, those hated audiences have been killed in the game. When Bai Liu has come out, I will support him in killing you guys who talkatively. Of course, this is just a suggestion for me, someone who has come over."
The monkey in Mu Sicheng's hat suddenly opened his mouth and grinned, his eyes were still flashing red, looking at the weird and oozing, those audiences who were superior before suddenly screamed and scattered. While fleeing, several of them ran too fast and bumped into each other, crawling out on the ground embarrassedly.
Mu Sicheng put on his hat and stood in the front row, as if nothing had happened, and continued to look up at Bai Liu's small TV.
Standing behind Mu Sicheng, Wang Shun looked as complicated as his mood. For the first time, he faced the danger of Mu Sicheng directly—this is why the live broadcast rooms of the top gods rarely have any spectators. Almost all It is an overwhelming praise.
Because the game here can kill people, if some of your speech provokes a certain great god, it is as simple as killing an ant if the other party wants to kill you.
It is a small TV viewing area for newcomers and some mild-tempered players. There are many spectators who like to gesticulate.
Many of these audiences are low-level guild players. In fact, the game skills are very low. Many of the games they have played are played in the guild with clearance, or directly searched for strategies to pass the game. The game ability is very limited, and every □□ is not guaranteed. On the contrary, Xi likes to force Lai Lai everywhere. These low-level audiences especially dislike those newcomers who are very explosive, such as Bai Liu, such as the original Mu Sicheng.
Wang Shun drew back next to Mu Sicheng. He still wanted to stand in the front row, but facing Mu Sicheng, he restrained his curiosity not to collect information, and turned his head quietly and asked, "Mu Shen , You really killed the audience who scolded you?"
"How is it possible." Mu Sicheng curled his lips, "I'm not so idle, just to scare them, I have been forced to force me to watch Bai Liu's small TV."
Wang Shun breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh, it's fake."
Mu Sicheng suddenly laughed again, squinting his eyes and pointing to the hat on his head: "I didn't kill anyone, but...: