[Jie Mai] When the Emperor Tu meets the Emperor

19.

"Not in the game."

Naibu turned on the phone, and what he saw was the game invitation from his wild teammates.

The friendship between the boys always comes quickly. Since the two formed a team for a few days and cultivated a little bit of tacit understanding, they have expanded inexplicably.

To be honest, Neb hasn't reacted yet.

But it’s not bad. In the short few days, the other party left him with a good impression, with a gentle temper and considerate behavior—at least after Naibu made it clear that he refused to connect with the mic, the game between the two It has always depended on the tacit understanding.

Under the premise of such a game, the two sides have finally figured out the opposite's behavior style.

For example, no matter what role Naib plays, he doesn’t like to touch the motor very much, and he is used to saving his teammates when they are tied up.

As for Jack, his style of acting is exactly one word, leather.

As soon as the game started, he started bouncing around to seduce the regulators. This behavior reminded Naibu of himself in qualifying...

However, I did this to prevent my teammates from breaking their legs, while on the other side, it was entirely to stimulate the breaking of their legs. The nature of this was completely different.

"No, I have something to do today." He replied.

Because of Emma and Emily, he had to pack up and move.

"That's it, then I won't play games today." Jack rested his face in one hand and typed regretfully with the other.

"En?" Naibu paused, "Aren't you the anchor?"

Since I have agreed to live broadcast at noon with my friends in the live broadcast room, then don't let the pigeons go.It doesn't look like you are the kind of Marta who has so many fans that she can broadcast live at will!

"kindness……"

Ren Xingjie thought for a while and replied.

"I just feel that if you form a wild team, you won't have such an excellent game experience as teaming up with you."

Naib: ...

It can be said that the opposite side has been quite honest.At least he also knows that sometimes he is so skinny at the beginning that when he kneels, sometimes there is really no one to save him, and he can only sit lonely on a chair and count the ropes on his body, preparing to ascend to heaven.

After all, butchers today are much smarter than before, and the simple task of cheating on knives has now become a technical task.In front of the butcher guarding the corpse, no matter how much you taunt, he will just watch you do not make a knife. Either you can only watch your teammate spiral to the sky, or you directly rescue your teammate, and the supervisor directly seizes the opportunity and gives you a knife. You fear awe.

So the correct way to save teammates now is to pretend to save teammates in front of the butcher, and then when the butcher thinks he can be frightened and deterred by a knife, he immediately stops saving people, takes a knife, and then continues to save people.

This is the correct way to resist the knife and save people.

If the butcher hits you who saved people, then you also saved your teammate, and it’s not a loss; if the butcher misses you who saved people, you still save your teammates, it’s a bloody profit.

However, with this kind of technical work, when encountering a clown who recovers quickly from attacks, it is easy to save someone, and that person is stabbed by the saw-saw clown who has recovered, and kneels in seconds; when encountering a deer head with the second skill, Before the person is rescued, they will pull you to the front with a hook, not to mention the residual blood, and let you kneel directly with the knife; Slow motion, direct buy one get two free...

After all, saving people or something really requires certain positioning and skills.Moreover, for the wild team, fish and dragons are mixed. For the teammates who knelt in the first second, some people may really die because of various considerations...

Come to think of it, Pippi K is still self-aware.

"Maybe you can play with the regulator." Naib suggested.

"That..." It can be said that you don't want to see those familiar faces, it's really boring to crush the situation.

Jack avoided the subject.

"By the way, according to your skills, have you ever thought about forming a team and playing professional games?" Jack asked.

"That, in fact, I played first, do you believe it?" Naibu said.

Jack's fingers snapped.

"Do not believe."

he said softly.

He thought of the past, and a person, that was the first time in the professional league——

The real emperor he identified.

It's not Marta, Miss Y, who is well known in the circle, but the real "Y mercenary" who won the first professional league championship.

He still remembered that on the stage of the league, the emperor who used mercenaries was wearing a red hoodie, hiding in a corner, with a metallic coldness and mystery about him.

Until he entered the game, he didn't make a sound, just doing his own thing in silence, but his drifting position, flexible posture and powerful anticipation ability really made Jack, who was slipped around, taste——

A taste of evenly matched but subdued defeat.

That defeat cut a deep knife in Jack's heart.

What was that feeling like?

At a loss?Panic?confused?

No, neither.

It wasn't until after the league that this mysterious person disappeared suddenly, and the God of Y, Marta, finally appeared, that he finally understood his thoughts.

He smiled.

Not posturing elegance, not silky tenderness.

It is an essential interest hidden under the surface.

"One day, I will—"

"Catch you..."

"my dear--"

"Mr. Mercenary."

*Jack, the programmer who works the evening shift, can only enjoy the game in the afternoon.

It's not love at first sight, it's not love at first sight, it's just that Jack suddenly feels interesting and then suddenly excited.This person speaks in this tone, what dear, what, what is given.

Everyday everyday.