How could Mo Bei not know his routines, but he has always been conniving.
She met those eyes.
Then he reached out and patted his head.
boom!
That strength didn't look like a fake shot, Feng Nai paused, even those eyes that pretended to be affectionate were staring round, somehow milky.
Mo Bei turned around and opened his mouth with his microphone: "My children are rude, please bear with me."
Just one sentence, but it is a posture of protecting to the end.
How can this be
Yin Wuyao rarely frowned.
Rao Rong smiled: "It's been from a young age, whatever, as long as you like it."
Hearing this, Feng Nai looked over and was about to speak.
Rao Rong said another sentence: "This sentence is not only referring to this young master of the Feng family, but also the rest. If you like the championship, you can take it. Don't worry about the name of the Imperial League. Even if we are old, we are not yet dead."
His voice has always had quality.
Especially when directing.
If he said such words, the entire live broadcast room was a little quiet.
A bullet screen said: "God Rao, is there something in the words?"
"It's a hint, implying that there are them behind Bey."
"I'm afraid it's too blunt, it's dark."
Rao Rong moved the mouse, and laughter followed: "Hint? Afraid of darkness? Are you really fans? Or was it not straightforward what Qin Zhiruanfan said back then? Our Dimension, we are never afraid of darkness, little face is paralyzed, give me a good fight. "
He said, we, the Imperial League, are never afraid of darkness.
What he said was, us.
No matter how bombed the live broadcast room was, no matter how many barrages were criticized, it seemed that it would not affect anything.
Mo Bei looked at the screen, what she got, clicked the mouse, and put it into the equipment.
"I will play well in the Milan competition."
Also because of this sentence.
The rumors got worse.
"How does she fight well?"
"Hands are all hurt. I'm convinced. She doesn't deserve it at all."
"This dungeon of Vampire Castle, why is it the rare equipment she got?"
"If she really considers the competition, she should give this equipment to someone who can lead everyone to win."
"Selfishness is over."
Everyone in the Internet cafe can see these words.
Straight guys just can't stand it.
"Fuck, I just want to say, do you understand this dungeon?"
"Is there anything else I don't understand about the dungeon? I am very powerful, but her apprentice wants to destroy everything."
"Oh, you don't understand."
"We don't understand? If you like the Emperor League, you may not even like Mo Bei."
"I never said that you would like it. I couldn't help it just now. I went to the game technology forum and left a message. You can take a look. The last programming of this dungeon was created by the person who won the dungeon last time. That is to say, this dungeon was originally built by Big Spade for Bey. As for the equipment, she also left it for Bey. What are you saying, whoever asked Bey to give up this equipment, shut up! If you really have that ability, why not Don’t take it yourself! I’m simply worried that if I’m not careful, it will be eliminated to level zero.”
"Even so, what if Mo Bei's hand is hurt?"
"I hurt my hand, it's your father too!"
If a straight man fights someone, will he lose
Not at all!
What's more, there is Rao Rong.
He swiped the mouse and typed a line on the public screen: "What Little Spade really wants to give her has never been any equipment."
"It's not equipment, what is that?"
someone asked.
Someone will answer.
"My ninth master is telling you that if Bey is here, they will not retreat, love where they are, and walk side by side forever."
When Mo Bei saw this barrage, he paused suddenly, then slowly lowered his head and looked at his left hand.
Feng Nai, who was still being patted on the head just now, looked back, the next second...
(end of this chapter)