However, in the next second.
The glow drawn under the ground caused a momentary pause in the live broadcast room.
Everything feels like the pause button has been pressed.
Only the slight tremor from the screen is still there.
That scene was directly imprinted in everyone's eyes, and even the pupils flickered slightly.
It is king.
He was standing right behind bey.
The silhouettes of the two people are almost overlapping, one holding the hand of the other, and the slash of the knife seems to be able to split all the haze and darkness in this land.
They didn't understand that before, as a professional gamer.
King ignored it and used retirement to put pressure on her, because Bey's hand was injured, and people thought she was not suitable to play again.
He said in a fit of anger that he could retire if he wanted to, and he would do the same.
Now they seem to understand.
King never ignored it.
It's the person named bey, even if her hand is injured, she is still better than many people.
However, no one believed it.
The only one who believes.
Holding her hand, fighting alongside her.
Do not abandon, do not give up.
They've said it countless times before.
But think about it now.
It turned out that before God Bey gave up, they had already abandoned her.
At that moment, the emotions that filled my chest were complex.
They never spoke ill of each other, but they also felt from the bottom of their hearts that God Bey was not suitable to go to Milan again.
These, that person seems to have known for a long time.
But after killing everything, she only kept the scimitar at her waist, and then raised her eyes to look at the king.
Yes.
How could Mo Bei not know what her situation was like.
for her.
There is only one rule of survival.
Her world was already completely black.
Because it was too dark, that's why when he saw the person named Feng Nai, he wanted to look for a while longer.
That way, she won't forget what her original intention was.
"Bey God!"
"That is?!"
"The Field of the Left!?"
"No, it doesn't look like it! And it's impossible!"
"It's really impossible, but it's too handsome, damn it!"
"It's handsome, the blade is bloody, the hatred value of those bats has been weakened by half."
In the game, people who look closely will feel even more shocked.
Didirui's gaze fell over.
Bats have had a tendency to spread out.
It's all because of the presence of that figure.
The live broadcast room is relatively peaceful.
After all, those who come to watch are those who like games, and there are room management and control reviews.
Elsewhere, it's not as good.
"If I don't practice dungeons, I'm also drunk."
"Still using trumpet to bully others, I think I'm pretty awesome."
"Xiu Eun'ai has a skill, isn't she going to retire? Retire soon, I don't want to see the topic of the two of them anymore."
"A daily question, stinky bey, do you know that you are wrong?"
"Obviously I don't know. I'm going to brush the dungeon. I did it before with my big spade. I'm overwhelmed."
Didier can see this. After all, he does live broadcasts with two mobile phones, a laptop and a desktop.
He couldn't describe how he felt.
These ids are even under another topic, talking about supporting bey and supporting the alliance.
So this is what I like
Didirui's first reaction was to look at that figure.
She knows all of this.
How could it not be clear to the heart.
Last year, she already left once.
Then those who want to win can only use the way of leaving and come back again.
Does she... still like it
About playing games
Didier Rui stood here, inexplicably uncomfortable.
This is nowhere else.
Everyone in Zone A knows it.
This is the place where Spade Z, with that little facial paralysis with glowing eyes, set records.
What the hell are you talking about.
"roll!"
(end of this chapter)