The last two words drowned out all the noise around.
Those voices that have always been buzzing in my ears are far away at this moment.
It's probably because it's been too long since I saw this group of people together, and even when I reached out to touch them, they would pause in mid-air.
Everyone watched, Bey originally planned to shake God Z's hand.
Just like what the fat man said back then, wherever Little Spade goes, he always leads a little face paralyzed.
Available in the next second.
The blood-stained hand changed direction, and the fingertips touched the crown. Without the slightest hesitation, he picked it up and put it on his head.
"yes."
As the word falls.
Mo Bei's people were already sitting on the huge seat, with their left hand resting on the side of the seat, blood dripping down the snow-white fingertips, the clear and handsome face did not change in any way, but It was those eyes, bright and deep.
It's hard to forget this scene.
Not only because of the eleven figures behind her.
There is also Bey herself sitting there, as if she has been endowed with a thin layer of light by time, and her childhood appearance is projected over, slowly overlapping.
In the end, countless black feathers soared behind her, and the words "Dimension" were burned out of the raging fire, and those words dissipated into black mist, entangled in the crown on her head.
Immediately afterwards, the sound effects of the game came, the blood-sucking castle, all levels were broken, the dungeon was refreshed, and all summoners in the server could regain the crystal fragments. Remember, we are the champions!
Remember, we are champions.
The crown is gone.
The projection behind her is gone.
Mo Bei lowered his eyes and looked at the black diamond that appeared in his palm, which was just right enough to blend with her knife.
She stood up and looked at the previous position again.
Because it's over.
Everything is back where it should be.
The npc who looks like a butler hasn't left yet.
How many people are clicking on the column of game equipment to see what fragments they will get.
Only Mo Bei didn't move.
The Npc seemed to smile, and a line of words floated above his head.
"Summoners who have obtained special equipment can reprogram this dungeon according to their own wishes."
In front of the screen, everyone could see the dialog box that popped up from Mo Bei.
She chose to refuse, and everything remained the same.
The Npc also disappeared as if it had been atomized.
Mo Bei stood there alone in the empty spot, in stark contrast to the bustling just now.
Just when people didn't feel the taste, there was a sudden sound.
It was Mo Bei, she was still standing in the same posture as before, like a broken child, unwelcome, elegant and lonely, all people could think of was deserted.
But she cut the side of the scimitar in her hand, and the tip of the knife cut across the ground, with infinite sharpness!
As if the seal had been released, something ignited in his eyes, tumbling endlessly.
She said, "Refund the money."
Didirui is still in a daze, he is so handsome, the knife just now is sassy and cool, he can really kill him, how did he bey god do it, ah!
Just Didirui's unwavering gaze can easily cause someone's displeasure.
But a certain person will never just give someone a knife, he likes to slow down slowly.
So, as soon as the money was withdrawn, he sent out a pk invitation, and Didi Rui shook his hands in fright, and almost agreed to it!
Feng Nai squinted his eyes while looking at the screen, very dissatisfied, and invited him again.
Rejection, must be rejected, Didieri was very decisive.
Feng Nai raised his hand, and typed a line slowly: "Brother Rui, I just want to tell you that there was an echo of what you said just now, and it's better for one of them to turn off the microphone when they live in the same room."
After typing, he sent another message to Neptune: "Are you right, Brother Xing."
This hand operation.
Both live broadcast rooms exploded!
Didirui was simply pressed to the ground to play, and a Neptune was brought along with him, and he never went back!
Old K is really poisonous!
Too fucking inhuman!
Feng Nai didn't feel guilty at all. He listened to the people on the screen desperately explaining the problem of straight bending, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at Mo Bei...
(end of this chapter)