At the bottom, there is a line of words: "You used to be called Bey, you liked to be the master's little tail, and you played so fiercely that all the reserve players in other countries didn't want to fight with you. Now you, called Mo Beixiangnan, have edges and corners With a clear aura, one person can hold up the battlefield alone, it’s not that you have the appearance we like, but no matter what appearance, as long as that person is you, we all like it.”
Then the video switched to the base of the Imperial League, and I saw a small figure on the training seat, practicing skills, failed once, shook his hand again, and re-manipulated the character to stand up, so that even the master who videotaped her, She didn't find out.
The lyrics are singing: "When I was alone, closed the door, and the lights were brightly lit in the early morning, I had to work hard enough to not be like a speck of dust."
"Shoulders are heavy, there are doubts, and there are too many laughing voices. Isn't it just the process before the coronation."
Swish!
The screen changed.
The signature on the Milan wall is displayed on the screen.
As long as anyone who watched the professional league, there was no one who didn't know about this game.
That year, the word Huaxia shocked the entire e-sports arena.
After winning the championship, the red flag was flying, and a figure jumped down: "Apprentice, are you happy?"
"Yeah." The little back raised his head.
The figure hooked its lips: "Then just have a smile."
The little figure is trying to smile.
Zhao Sanpang cheerfully held the trophy: "Come on, Bei, don't bother with the rascal Little Spade, did you see that the fat man brought you the trophy back!"
"In the future, I'll carry it back too." The little back was expressionless.
Zhao Sanpang: "What?"
"In the future, I will also carry a trophy back." The little back turned and repeated, very seriously: "Bring it back to my master."
In the video, you can also see Zhao Sanpang's speechless expression. This master is controlling, so there is no need to fool around!
At the end, there was a chuckle from the figure: "Then I will wait for you."
Then I wait for you!
These four words crossed the big screen.
Mixed voices, there are male and female, so many that it is difficult to distinguish.
"I’m waiting for you."
"I'm waiting for you too."
"This is Yuecheng."
"North Sichuan."
"overseas."
"You're never alone."
Swish!
The picture changes again!
Converged into a line of words, "We are all waiting for you, the young man becomes king, crowned as emperor."
We are all waiting for you, the boy becomes king, crowned as emperor.
This sentence filled the entire screen.
Someone is singing: "Youth without regrets, live up to my heart, the most touching."
There was already an uproar in the square.
Such a video made some people who watched it couldn't help but cover their faces.
The picture freezes on the young man.
It's not the screen capture or video of the past, but the back view standing in the crowd now!
There was a scimitar pinned to her back waist, her side face overlapped with light and shadow, her back was as tall and straight as a winter pine and cypress, and her eyes were bulging, as if hiding the moon and stars.
"Who is this, so handsome!"
"You don't even know her? Bey."
"Now that I know each other, this support is too great."
"I saw money burning, but it was really touching."
"This video is not just to support this game."
"Um?"
"There's a little taste of our teenagers coming back, so we're coming back too."
"Is it a Dimension fan?"
"Otherwise, who else would be willing to support in this way, and still use this method."
"Mo Dan, I'm about to cry."
Amidst the crowd's voice, Feng Nai looked at the girl whose face was completely pale: "There's only one person?"
(end of this chapter)