Seven of my nemesis want to marry me after bankruptcy

In the training room, Bobo whistled, took off his earphones in amazement and yelled loudly: "Fuck! Come and see! Mu Shen actually abused vegetables today!"

A group of people huffed and huffed around.

"What?! Mu Shen actually abused the vegetables? He abused us every day is not enough, and he wants to find superiority in the game?"

"Is it because we don't have enough food, or the wood god has drifted away again!"

"Let me be healthy! Tsk tsk, Wood God is really broken, and the opponent will definitely complain about the poor game experience after playing."

Bobo's tone was very condemning: "Mu Shen is so inhuman, can't you give this kid a good time? Is it fun to abuse people? I think he's going to vomit after packing."

Mu Xing glanced at Bobo lukewarmly, Bobo fell silent for a moment, and made a gesture of closing the zipper on his mouth.

As a result, in less than five seconds, watching Jupiter, who was chasing the opponent on the screen but refusing to kill him, Bobo couldn't help but speak again. He really had never seen his own expressionless face. When the captain had such a murderous desire, he asked implicitly: "Captain, did he offend you?"

Mu Xing gave a "hmm" and said, "He stole my trumpet."

This time, there was a whole bunch of e-sports players who would fart every day after the game. One or two were gearing up to kill the hacking dog for the captain, and even a few who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal even started a live broadcast.

The name of the live broadcast is [The Man Who the Wood God Wouldn't Want to Kill].

The green underpants had been stalking Wei Kesong persistently when he was fleeing for his life. Wei Kesong was so annoyed that he even wanted to block him directly, but when he thought about money, he endured it again.Wei Ke Songgou went to a place and opened the vibrating penguin window.

Green underpants: Fuck brother, you are awesome, you should even steal Mushen's trumpet, I mean why is this data so good, and you didn't open it, but directly stole Mushen's fake collection body number

Wei Kesong was still frowning in bewilderment, when he saw the small window shake, and the green underpants directly sent a live link.

Green underpants: [The person Mu Shen is reluctant to kill—live link]

Wei Kesong clicked in, he was caught off guard when he saw the face of this long-lost old enemy, and his breath was suffocated.

The person in the live broadcast only showed a handsome and cold side face, and he was manipulating his character to run and jump in an orderly manner. The frequent changes in the 3D perspective made people dizzy and just want to vomit, reflected in the deep black pupils of this person Broken down into frame-by-frame information, he clicked and clicked to represent the mouse click of the shot.

Mu Xing really doesn't look like an e-sports player, with long and narrow eyebrows, cold and distant, and his expression is as indifferent as ice. Combined with his height of nearly 1.9 meters and that overly handsome face, he looks more suitable for entering the entertainment circle Brilliantly suppress all the popular little fresh meat.

The hands of e-sports players are all good-looking, but Mu Xing's hands are the best-looking and ugliest among them.

Even under the somewhat distorted live broadcast filter, Mu Xing's hand was as perfect as white jade, except for a hideous burn scar on the second knuckle of the right index finger that lay across the jade surface, ruining this rather artistic beauty.

In the live broadcast, there was also a chattering explanation from the side:

"This idiot stole Mu Shen's account and was bumped into by Mu Shen. Now because of excessive anger, Mu Shen couldn't kill this idiot with shaking hands. He couldn't kill the idiot with one blow to the head. Okay! Now let Mu Shen do it for you. Everyone showed a completely substandard sunset red spear technique..."

Mu Xing waited for Wei Kesong to take a swipe, then hit him again, the blood line that Wei Kesong had just repaired fell down again.

From the moment Wei Kesong entered the game, his blood line was precisely maintained by Mu Xing.People who watched the live broadcast were criticizing Mu Xing crazily. This kind of gameplay, which is completely showing off skills, caused ordinary players to experience a worse game experience after seeing you playing it!

Bobo is still talking nonsense with his eyes open: "Hey, the wood god is really old, and he was not killed at such a short distance. The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."

Barrage:

【? ? ? 】

[? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? hello? ?Bobo, are you okay? 】

[? ? ? ? ?You tell me this is the fucking sunset red marksmanship? ?Then I may be the Qingming Festival marksmanship, the marksmanship of the buried people]

[I suspect that you are fooling me, and the evidence is solid! 】

[Is this Ke Song's psychological technique of Zhanhu this year, telling everyone that the wood god is old, and then releasing the wood god to kill and kill or something like that]

[? ? ? ? ?Is there an idiot upstairs?Do you think that those teams that are going to be beaten by Mu Shen this year may believe that Mu Shen is old? 】

[This brother has a tough head, does he know that the account he stole is Mu Shen? 】

[As if a thief smeared and robbed a house, when the light came on, it was discovered that it was the Public Security Bureau]

Wei Kesong has finally turned his back on it now, Mu Xing felt that he had stolen his account, but in fact he applied for this account, and it was just given to Mu Xing to play with him.

Wei Kesong visually observed that the entire Port G had been cleaned by his own team. Bobo climbed up from the container with a lot of people, and surrounded Wei Kesong who was huddled by the side in a fan shape.

Wei Kesong was speechless for a moment when he saw the Croissant team's closed door and beating dog.

Back then, he was domineering in this game, going out in four rows, and a few professional-level players acted as his left and right guards. Once he was shot, the remaining three professional-level players would quickly outflank the person who killed him. revenge yourself.

All in all, it is quite shameless, and shameless.

He never expected that Wei Kesong would one day be avenged by his own team.

Bobo turned on the full-screen microphone, and shouted angrily: "Comrade who hacked the account, you are currently surrounded by our Croissant team, hand over the captain's trumpet, or we will let the wood god personally shoot and execute you!" !"

Mu Xing raised his eyelids, raised his hand and shot Bobo, and Bobo looked at himself in the box and then at Mu Xing who was squatting down to pick up the materials, with a confused expression: "Damn! Wood God, did your hands shake just now? , I was boxed by you, even if I say you are sunset red, don’t be really sunset red!”

Mu Xing briefly explained: "There is no hand shaking." He added: "You are too noisy, I want 98k."

Bobo's face was full of disbelief: "Brother, so you killed me who owns 98k???"

The barrage mocked wantonly:

[I think it's mainly because of the noise]

[I think it's mainly because of the noise]

[I think it's mainly because of the noise]

[I think it's mainly because of the noise]

[I think it's mainly because of the noise]

Seeing that he was about to be killed, Wei Kesong thought to himself that if he was unlucky, he could meet his deadly opponent in the last game.

What the hell kind of luck is this? I haven't logged into this account once in hundreds of years, and I met Mu Xing who hasn't entered the ordinary game for hundreds of years. The probability of this fucking is comparable to that Mu Xing likes him !

Wei Kesong gritted his teeth, it's not impossible to start over with a different account, but this account was originally his, why should he give it up?

Wei Kesong also turned on the full-screen microphone neatly: "There is no account hacking, this is my account."

Mu Xing paused when he heard this voice, his fingers on the mouse trembled unconsciously, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

On the bullet screen, regardless of whether Wannian wins or loses, of course there is basically no loss, and Mu Shen, who doesn't even frown, is obviously angry, and all of them start to curse with righteous indignation:

【This idiot who crawled out of that grave and is still alive? 】

【It is recommended to bury it on the spot】

【Bury or cremate, choose one yourself, brother】

【Hey, young man, I don't think you have ever been beaten by a biscuit】

Even Bobo started to frown when he saw Mu Xing like this: "Team Mu, ask him to hand over his number. If it doesn't work, contact the official side to see if he can find it..."

Before Bobo finished speaking, he saw Mu Shen manipulating his character to walk towards Wei Kesong indifferently and bloodily, and Bobo watched Mu Xing blushing under the light and shadow of the computer screen in horror Before he could open his mouth to persuade Mu Xing to calm down, he saw——

——Mu Xing threw all the materials, even the bandages and drinks, in front of Wei Kesong with a clatter, without even leaving a bullet in his hand, and placed them neatly in front of Wei Kesong.

The live broadcast crowd looked at Mu Xing's interface, and clearly saw that Mu Xing took out all of them without leaving any.

Mu Xing opened his mouth, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "...Do you want me to take you to eat chicken?"

Wei Kesong: "?"

Looking at the 98k that was just taken out of his box and now being sent to Wei Kesong, Bobo: "????????"

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