No one can truly empathize with anyone.
It's because the circumstances are different.
However, the magic is that when those familiar names are mentioned one after another.
Everyone stops joking.
Look at this sentence on the screen.
The pause in the live broadcast room is obvious.
Soon, someone released the recording of what the boy said.
Because it has been a long time, there is noise inside.
It is possible that someone's earphones are not very good, and the sound of scratching the clothes is particularly loud, but even so, it does not cover up the characteristic loud voice.
"I said, little spade, what are you looking for? Can you not let my face fall to the ground? I am a male god who relies on my face for food. Are you losing money?"
"Fatty, show some face."
"Damn it, classmate Lin Huahua, correct your attitude."
"I can't even stand firmly, it's a shame, little spade, cancel! Cancel the team and kick him out!"
"Lin Huahua, when will you change your narrow-mindedness?"
"Fatty, there is a mirror behind you, please look in the mirror before you speak, damn it!"
"What? What?"
"There is something."
thing
Zhao Sanpang is afraid of ghosts. When he heard that it was a dungeon like Vampire Castle, he had already dreamed up a supernatural novel.
"What, what?"
"I."
The lazy and lazy Xie Ning sounded from the night.
"Fatty Master, your landing posture just now is quite special."
"Fuck, little spade, you're going to scare me to death, don't just reappear in stealth! I just want to ask you, what dungeon is not easy to clear, and what blood-sucking dungeon came here to clear it."
"I didn't say that, I came to pick something for my apprentice."
"Picking things, you have to brush the boss, and it's still a blood-sucking reasoning book. Look at your teammates, except me, who has the IQ and courage!"
Lin Feng leaned there, not wanting to look at him.
With the title of a RMB player, Feng Shang is vigilant everywhere, and it is clear at a glance how brave he is.
But these are still different from Zhao Sanpang's trembling state holding himself.
Lin Feng was sneering.
You are the most handsome fat man in the world: "Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, little spade, we still have time to get our money back, and your Qin Mo, his kind of inhuman person, is suitable for this kind of book."
"Fatty." Bo Jiu stretched out his hand to lift him up: "The meaning of what you said just now should mean that you have the highest IQ among us."
Zhao Sanpang: "Of course, I not only have a brain, but also a face!"
"Then you go first." Bo Jiu laughed evilly: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."
Zhao Sanpang opened his mouth: "You dug this for me... wait... wait, then, what is that?"
"Human, human head, headed ghost!"
Feng Shang's stammering words just finished.
I saw a figure rushing past.
The figure was very small, all in black, like a little boy.
The fierce way of fighting, described as flowing water, drawing a knife, and then turned sideways, five corpses were already lying under her feet, and her knife had been inserted back to her waist.
The small figure stood there with no expression on his face, but when he looked at Bo Jiu, there was light in his eyes.
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 extra clear.
Next, there was Zhao Sanpang's scream.
"Beibei, here, shit, there are more here, have you seen, your fat man's body, there are 1,1234 behind, how the hell did I come here in groups!"
(end of this chapter)