Since the barrage is public, it cannot stop anyone from posting it. If there is good, there will be bad, and it will continue to find rhythm and cut in. No one can change this.
It's just that some people who have seen the copy are really annoying.
Sometimes gossip travels faster than anything.
"Why is bey still mentioning the people of the Imperial League at this time? Wasn't it enough before? The matter of being injured and taking up the quota for the competition and not letting go and the matter of acting on behalf of others, I have been black all my life. Thank you. Please don't bring people from the Imperial League in the future topic."
"It's cool if you don't bring it. You must bring it. It's just speechless. After a book, when you meet a good group control, you say it's a god of mercy. Bring everything to the God League. Is it humiliating our love?"
There are more and more ugly words.
However, none of these seemed to reach Mo Bei's ears. She just stood there, holding a scimitar, as if she was ready, and it was indeed as she said, replaced with a pure output device.
There is no price to pay for spreading rumors, and self-righteous justice is also common.
Rao Rong looked at this scene, his eyes skipped from the bullet screen, and finally fell on the clear figure in front of him.
Originally, he thought that when he played professionally, he didn't know where to go next. After all, many people did not recognize e-sports at that time.
Only now did he realize that after the disbandment of the Dimension, he was still here, waiting for the little one to come back from the Dimension, what exactly was he going to face.
Everyone said they liked her while denying her existence.
When Rao Rong turned his head, he could clearly see Uncle Yin's Adam's apple rolling.
Yeah, it dawned on them.
Right after they left, the whole world was slandering their little friend.
The glory they thought they brought her has become the shackles that bound her.
That's why Little Spades...
Rao Rong raised his hand.
The passer-by was still in a daze, and the mouse disappeared, followed by the keyboard being pulled over, and all the headsets being turned on.
"it's me."
Rao Rong is still the mid laner and group controller who will control the overall situation no matter what happens.
"I am still here."
Just five words instantly suppressed all the barrage in the live broadcast room.
Not to mention, he smiled lightly: "I've been recognized, but if it's you, I can indeed recognize it. After all, of all the people present, only you are qualified."
And only you are eligible.
This last sentence is like talking to the person who sent the barrage.
The barrage is quiet.
Rao Rong moved the mouse, and the formation instantly appeared: "I have to prove that I am me, otherwise you, the heir of the Imperial League, will become the heir of the Imperial League. This kind of statement is really funny."
With that said, he has touched the character skills.
In an instant, five stars rose!
People see what is called real singing.
The wind blowing from all directions lifted the mage's black robe, forming a natural protective shield.
It's not waiting for people to appreciate the tolerance in the center of the formation.
Another figure has jumped into the cracked ground!
It's Mo Bei.
Didier didn't even have time to shout.
There are so many ghosts with human heads, vying to get out.
Have you ever seen the eighteen levels of hell
It's like the mouth of hell has been torn open.
And bey is like the person who is going to plug this hole.
Impossible to come out again... Since the bullet screen is public, it cannot stop anyone from posting it. If there is good, there will be bad, and it will continue to find rhythm and cut in. No one can change this.
It's just that some people who have seen the copy are really annoying.
(end of this chapter)