The sweetest husband in the live broadcast world [Online Games]

However, just as the audience in the live broadcast room were worrying and feeling helpless at the same time——

"Brother Nanfeng." Song Yang suddenly stopped Nanfeng Heyu.

"Ok?"

"What equipment do you need?"

Nanfeng He Yu paused, thinking of the four white outfits on his body and the two vacant equipment slots, he immediately replied, "It's not bad."

[? ?Sorry, I'm blind. 】

[That's right, our Nanfeng is fully equipped, don't doubt if you miss it, because only smart people can see it——]

[Tsk tsk tsk, well-intentioned——]

[The child will tell a lie when he grows up——]

[Wow, what kind of fairy brotherhood is this! 】

……

Looking at the question marks and ridicules all over the screen, Nanfeng Heyu didn't say a word.

As long as he doesn't speak, no one will know his embarrassment at the moment——

however--

"Then what color are your armguards?"

Song Yang's voice sounded again.

Hearing his question, Nanfeng Heyu's heart skipped a beat, he thought about it, and told the truth: "It's white."

"What about the bottoms?"

"White."

"What about the shoulder armor?"

"..."

Seeing that there was no answer, Song Yang said again, "Huh?"

Had no choice but to bite the bullet, Nan Feng He Yuhui said: "It's still white."

"What about the shoes?"

"..."

This time, Nanfeng Heyu was completely speechless.

Without pressing any further, Song Yang answered for the other party: "Is it white?"

Nanfeng Heyu said softly, "Yes."

Song Yang didn't ask when Dudu Nanfeng met the "extra" armor.

The voices of other people in Waiwai rang out frequently, but Song Yang never spoke again.

Nanfeng He Yu wanted to say something to him, but every time he opened his mouth to speak, he finally swallowed it back.

Say what?

he does not know.

As time passed by every minute and every second, Nanfeng Heyu felt a little guilty for no reason.

Finally, he opened his mouth.

"Super fierce."

"Yes." Song Yang responded.

Nanfeng Heyu paused, not knowing what to say.

He searched for topics in his mind, and while he was thinking, the movements of his hands stopped.Judging from the game screen, he just stopped on the great plain without any cover, thinking about what to say next.

Just at this moment, a flash of bright color flashed by, and Nanfeng Heyu came back to his senses, and found that Song Yang's character had appeared on the screen.

Just when he was about to ask, he saw Song Yang throwing equipment out one by one without saying a word.

Blue hair crown, blue armguards, purple shoes...

A total of five pieces of equipment, three blue and two purple, except for the armor, they made up a complete set.

Finally, an orange weapon shone brightly.

Nanfeng Heyu's pupils shrank, staring blankly at the weapons and equipment shining with three colors of light, completely speechless.

Song Yang's long-lost voice sounded again, his tone still brisk and cheerful, "Hey, I'll put together a set for you—"

In a cold, dark, and invisible corner, the ice-like cover cracked with a crack, and a beam of bright light suddenly penetrated, soft, warm, and not dazzling.

Nanfeng Heyu only felt that his heart that he thought had been numb suddenly became soft, and this unintentionally intruded warmth was pervasive, gradually filling his entire heart.

It's like the dew after a long drought, and it's like the morning light that rises in an instant on a cold winter night.

When cold and warm touch each other, I just feel my heart tremble, like sublimated water vapor rushing up from the apex of my heart, Nanfeng Heyu only feels a little wet in his eye sockets.

Involuntarily, from the heart.

But it didn't last long, this sudden vulnerability slowly sank into the bottom of my heart, as if it had never appeared before.

He chuckled, his tone calm, "What about you? Are you ready?"

Without a positive response, Song Yang urged: "You pick it up first."

Needless to say, Nanfeng Heyu is already clear.

Repay it with plums, and return it with peaches.

Repay me with a peach, and return it with Qiongyao.

Just...is it worth it?

From the very beginning, Nanfeng Heyu had noticed and kept Song Yang in his heart.

What kind of virtue and ability does he have to make Song Yang pay for him again and again.

During this period of time, Nanfeng Heyu accidentally saw this sentence: "Those who are not good at expressing themselves should not get what you want."

Think about it and feel quite right.

I believe that there is no one who doesn't like visible caring, but he always seems to be at a loss in this regard.

Although he doesn't want to admit it, Nanfeng Heyu has recently realized more clearly——

He is not worth it.

"What's wrong?" Song Yang's voice pulled Nan Feng He Yu back from his thoughts.

He came back to his senses and said softly, "It's nothing."

Anyway...it's almost over.

"Then pick it up quickly, you won't have to cry until it refreshes later." Song Yang said.

Hearing what he said, Nanfeng Heyu looked at the equipment on the ground and the orange weapon, and finally didn't refuse.

At this moment, an explosion exploded with the magic light from behind, very close at hand.

Song Yang's attention was involuntarily attracted.

Although it is a game model rather than a real person, the simulation effect of this game is so powerful that the audience in Nanfeng Heyu's entire live broadcast room, including himself, can clearly see that Song Yang turned his head at this time The direction is exactly where the explosion sounded behind him.

Song Yang subconsciously manipulated the character to move a few steps to the battle area where the noise was coming from behind, gearing up for a fight.

Although he had been stopped by Nanfeng Heyu many times before, Song Yang couldn't help but want to join the battle as soon as he saw the skill beam, which could almost be said to be an instinctive reaction.

The audience in Song Yang's studio also knew his temperament very well.

[It's over, it's over, Chaoji can't move his legs anymore. 】

【Hahaha, but that man is right beside you, dare to move? 】

However, before Nanfeng Heyu had no choice but to dissuade him this time, Song Yang himself stopped.

Glancing at Nanfeng Heyu beside him, he must have been caught by his actions just now, so he couldn't help but pretend to be stupid, "I'll just take a look—"

"Want to go?" Nanfeng Heyu's voice sounded.

Song Yang didn't even think about it, and immediately denied it, "I don't want to, I don't want to ==."

Familiar laughter came from the earphones, blasting into Song Yang's heart like a beam of skill not far away.Even though he was in two places, Song Yang felt the breath pass by his ears, causing him to tremble.Nanfeng Heyu's voice sounded immediately: "I mean, if you want, let's go."

Song Yang was stunned suddenly.

He stared blankly at the very familiar character in front of him, suddenly a little puzzled.

Those teammates who played the battlefield mode with Song Yang said that he has a galloping wild horse in his heart, and once it gets out of the rein, he can't pull it back at all.

But he doesn't really take that seriously.

He just loves the thrill of one-to-many, and he believes that the joy of winning more with less is hard for any gamer to resist.

Therefore, in the hearts of his teammates, he waved, in the final analysis, because for Song Yang, the fun of the game was greater than the final victory.

However, this is a team game, and the official has also restrained some players like him who only care about the killing fun in front of them and don't care about winning or losing by showing the player's winning percentage and the loser has no points.

The official tells the players with clear rules that the game is of course for fun, but when you disregard the interests of your teammates and fight head-to-head, the hopeless winning rate will teach you to be a man, and you can only watch it with battlefield points exchanged, krypton gold The high-quality equipment and props that can’t be bought are sighing.

Officially the devil!

Therefore, in such a general environment, curbing the wild horse Song Yang is not actually a confrontation between radicals and conservatives, but an effective decision made rationally in response to the war situation.

Here, the most important thing is not to stop Song Yanglang, but to stop him from giving away the head to the opponent.

Considering weapons and equipment, supplies such as red and blue medicines, and the number of opponents, sometimes Song Yang does have more strength than one.

When encountering such a situation, as the temporary commander of this team, Nanfeng Heyu will also fulfill Song Yang's little wish of acting as the "gold bird".

So it was Song Yang who didn't know how to analyze the enemy's situation, and ended up dying for nothing?

No.

Anyway, he is the legendary conductor who once led the Happy League to direct the exhibition match where the weak defeated the strong with almost zero mistakes.

To be more exaggerated, he almost predicted the direction of the entire game.

How could he misestimate the opponent's strength like this.

In the final analysis, one word can sum it up, because he——

Except Nanfeng Heyu, no one can stop Song Yang.

In other words, as long as Nan Feng He Yu said a word, this galloping wild horse would obediently give the reins to him.

But now, after noticing Song Yang's change, Nanfeng Heyu actually took the initiative to say, "If you want, let's go."

Is it a test?

The always rational Nanfeng Heyu didn't seem to say such a thing.

But at this time, Song Yang quietly looked at the character model wearing a red cloak and flying freely on the screen, and said softly, "I think."

After finishing speaking, he stared straight at the character of the other party, as if it was Nan Feng He Yu himself.

Song Yang's light brown pupils became more stubborn, and his tone became tough involuntarily."I thought, would you go with me?" he asked.

It seems that he is eager to prove something, or maybe even he himself doesn't know what he is obsessed with.

Song Yang understood the general situation there when he glanced behind him just now——

There were three teams in total, two were fighting, and one was watching a show. The total number of people was unknown, but Song Yang saw no less than seven people at that moment.

Weaponry……

It will never be worse than them.

Going is 80.00% dead end, this probability is only high or low.

According to Song Yang's analysis, Nanfeng Heyu must also be able to see that the same is true.

But it happened that he said such a sentence that seemed a little impulsive.

Regardless of the purpose of Nanfeng Heyu.Whether it's a trial or a test, at this moment, Song Yang just wants to listen to his heart——

"I thought, will you come with me?"

He heard Nanfeng Heyu chuckle, and then said: "Let's go."

The two didn't say another word, and the next moment they pressed shift tacitly to speed up, and ran towards the back.

The four teams fought openly and secretly, and the skill beams flashed again and again, and the terrifying power hidden in them resounded through the sky again and again.

Knowing that there are about 80.00% dead ends, why do you still have no hesitation?

Song Yang could give an answer quickly.

Because for him, a hearty fight is far more exciting than a steady victory.

More importantly, at this moment, there is Nanfeng Heyu beside him.

In the case where the number of weapons and equipment and the terrain are not dominant, can two people fight seven or more people, can they win?

the answer is……

Ding--

"Team" teammate [Nanfeng Heyu] was killed.

"Team" teammate [I'm super fierce] was killed.

Couldn't, and died horribly, at 3 minutes—

The author says:

Thank you for my super fierce mine, eh-