Does She Still Like It?

But in the next second.

The ray of light drawn on the ground caused a momentary pause in the live broadcast room.

Everything felt like the pause button had been pressed.

Only the slight vibration from the screen was still there.

That scene was directly imprinted in everyone's eyes, and even the pupils swayed slightly.

It's king.

He was standing behind bey.

The figures of the two people were almost overlapping each other. One person was holding the other person's hand, and the sword light he waved seemed to be able to split all the haze and darkness in this land.

They didn't understand it before, as a professional player.

King ignored it and used retirement to put pressure on her, but because Bey's hand was injured, people thought she was not suitable to play again.

He said angrily that if he wanted to withdraw, he would withdraw too.

Now they seem to understand.

King never gave up.

But 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.

He was holding her hand and fighting alongside her.

Don't abandon it,

do not give up.

They've said it countless times before.

But now I think about it.

It turned out that before God Bey gave up, they had already abandoned her.

At that moment, the emotions that filled my chest were complicated.

They have never said anything bad to each other, but they feel from the bottom of their hearts that Bey is not suitable to go to Milan again.

That person seems to have known this for a long time.

But after killing everything, she only put 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.

To her.

There is only one rule of survival.

Her world has long been dark.

Because it was too dark, when I saw the person named Feng Nai, I wanted to look at it for a while.

That way, she won't forget what her original intention is.

"Bey God!"

"That is?!"

"Left field!?"

"No, it doesn't look like it! And it's impossible!"

"It's really impossible, but he's so handsome, damn!"

"He's handsome. The blade is bloody. The hatred value of those bats has been weakened by half."

People who are in the game and look closer will feel even more shocked.

Didieri's eyes fell over.

The bats already have a tendency to scatter.

It's all because of the presence of that figure.

The live broadcast room is relatively peaceful.

After all, the people who come here are those who like games themselves, and there are also room management and control reviews.

Elsewhere, it's not so good.

"If I don't practice and play dungeons, I'll be drunk."

"He also uses his trumpet to bully others, thinking he is awesome."

"You are good at showing affection. Don't you want to retire? Retire as soon as possible. I don't want to see the topic of the two of them anymore."

"As a daily question, smelly bey, do you know you are wrong?"

"Obviously I don't know. When I went to clear the dungeon, it was the same as my big spade before. I didn't overestimate my ability."

Didieri could see this. After all, he used two mobile phones, a laptop and a desktop to do live broadcasts.

He couldn't describe his feelings.

These IDs were even mentioned in another topic, supporting Bey and the Imperial Alliance.

So this is what I like?

Didieri's first reaction was to look at that figure.

She must be aware of all this.

How could you not understand it in your heart?

She already left once last year.

Then those who want to win can only leave and come back again.

Does she... still like it?

About playing games?

Didieri stood here, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

This is no other place.

Everyone in District A knows it.

This is where Spade Z set records with his little face with glowing eyes.

They also say that they are overestimating their abilities.

"roll!"

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