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Eat chicken

No matter how calm Chi Xiansheng looked on the surface, after all he was young and vigorous, and the old man exploded whenever he touched him.This is the first meeting and the last attempt to be friendly.

Gather the head and armor together, and smash the walking rabbit, he is elevated all the way.I turned on the microphone twice on the way, and I was speechless.

After a long time, under the questioning of Xiao Naiyin, I told this fan of Qi Ye's face value: "Everyone in JFY is excellent. If a face can become a good point in everyone's mouth, maybe you need to think about whether the remaining room for improvement is Too rich."

[Hahahahahaha, just ask if it’s awkward, and often talk about it, how can you not be teased]

【It's not because you are so good-looking hhhhhhh】

[Sooner or later pills!Learn from my brother Nan, is it not good to be humble? 】

[Attention ahead! ! ! !Don't stalk other professional players in Qi Ye's live broadcast room! ! ! ! 】

[I actually thought that what my little brother said was all right! 】

Qi Ye stared at the screen and ground his teeth, then silenced himself.

The little milk voice was quiet for an instant, probably out of breath.

Chi Xiansheng still felt that his words were light, these words were useless than pointing his nose and scolding, it sounded much more polite.

Put on the light grip and skillfully press the gun to snipe people.Before being reborn, I heard from the captain that for half a year, Qi Ye was so hated by the trolls that everyone punished him, and anyone who had the guts would step up and step on him.

Even if the mental ability is poor, it will not be able to survive the fight with him in the winter night.

The scourge has been around for thousands of years, and the words are not rough.

The little Naiyin lowered her voice: "Is it wrong to look good?"

Chi Xiansheng only said: "Your voice sounds small, so don't go on impulse. Watch the broadcast at home, the Australian team will win this game. I'm a passerby, nothing good See you."

"Why do you know that JFY will definitely lose? What if I have to go?"

In other words, he said: "Give me a mouthful of poisonous milk. If you must come, be careful."

[Little brother really doesn't believe that JFY will win, this wave of predictions is a bit ruthless QAQ]

【joke!How could he be a prophecy!Do you think you are a spiritual master? ! ! 】

【I'm ready to see my little brother slap me in the face】

[Believe in JFY, JFY will win. 】

【JFY don't talk nonsense! ! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[Hahahahaha, don't worry little brother, there is no gold cake that I, Qi Ye, can't take down]

The little Naiyin followed behind, and chased him for a long time without giving up, when he was suddenly targeted by someone, got up on the ground, uttered a milk-smelling swear word, and quickly filtered it out, "Come and lick me!"

After retreating three miles away from the enemy, putting down two first aid kits and four bottles of medicine, Chi Xiansheng was already used to the flabbergasting words she blurted out from time to time.

Taking the school as the center to scan the safety zone, the two found a car and crossed the bridge. Halfway through the drive, without the slightest warning, the little Naiyin suddenly got out of the car, with traces of blood remaining.

After driving the car for a while, Chi Xiansheng drove back. Before asking anything, she explained in a low voice with a bit of grievance: "Someone told me to press the F key to turn on the car music."

Chi Xiansheng looked away and looked up at the sky. The daylight in the game was dim, and now he remembered the novice setting. He exposed too many handles, and it was too late to jump off the car on purpose. He couldn't ignore it, "You are the anchor, right? "

Hearing this, Xiao Naiyin burst out laughing, and asked, "Are you a professional player?"

"No."

"Then neither am I."

"Okay." Chi Xiansheng didn't mind, didn't believe a word, and continued running poison.

"Hey, don't be like this." The little milk voice was unhappy: "I said, I said, I'm the anchor, and I'm a newcomer, and I'm just squatting in a small shabby station that doesn't shit. If you insist on poking it, this time Well, there was no audience in the first place, and I managed to save seven heads in the live broadcast room, and now I will laugh to death."

[The new anchor is a ghost!Little brother, don't believe it!This is an old fritter full of nonsense that can't be broken or smashed! 】

[It's okay to beat it up hahahahaha]

[Seven heads? ? ?It turns out that I am a ray of thought that is one in ten million of the seven heads! ! 】

[The honest man can't help but raise his hand, how about lying to my little brother like this? 】

[Hahahahahaha, the little brother is really a little brother, I have seen Qi Ye, who was killed to autism in the future]

The bullet screen was posted so fast, Qi Ye stopped to watch it for a while, then laughed out loud.

[You killed passerby with MK14]

[16 kills]

The little Naiyin kept talking, "Which club are you in? Who is the boss? Is it bald? How much is your monthly salary? Are there any seasonal tours, festival benefits, car and house subsidies?"

[You killed luckboy with MK14]

[17 kills]

"I'm not a professional player." Chi Xiansheng repeated, his hands methodical. "I only played for 3 hours."

The little Naiyin became more and more excited, jumping up and down, wondering if it was the same in reality, and then perfectly blocked the flying bullets, "Three thousand hours is about the same!"

"That's three thousand." Ignoring the first half of the sentence, Chi Xiansheng remained calm.

"You lied to me again!" Little Naiyin stopped jumping this time, and threw six mines to kill a Voldemort. "The game was released less than 24 hours ago."

Chi Xiansheng groaned, and said politely, "You can take a screenshot."

"Okay." Xiao Naiyin didn't panic at all. "You leave your number."

"No, forget it." Unexpectedly, the little milk voice was so serious, Chi Xiansheng immediately changed his words, opened the courier, and apologized, "Here is your lucky suit."

No. 11 rescued Xiao Naiyin and won the finals.One was poisoned to death, one pair was crushed to death, and the two of them were left on the field.

Chi Xiansheng removed his armor and weapon, and this weapon fulfilled the promise to let Xiao Naiyin eat chicken.

"Brother, there is something wrong with my chat software." Lying on the grass, it seemed that she was busy adjusting the software just now, the little milk's voice was so quiet, and suddenly a sentence came out, the voice sounded soft, a bit like strawberry Light cheesecake, like fudge, "I don't have you on my friends list."

【Surprised! ! ! !I've never seen Mr. Qi who talks so much, is so sweet, so soft]

【Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, have you noticed that the total number of kills by Qi Ye is a fraction of that of my little brother?】

[Besides, it’s nice to talk, you have to be 2333333 for the e-sports bb machine]

[Standard ordinary player's posture of hugging the big brother ~ it's me]

[So, what about an eye for an eye?Are you sure you are not being courteous to the children hahahahaha]

[I wish JFY will survive the competition tomorrow]

[Lucky spray is here, spray! ! !spray! ! !spray! ! 】

Qi Ye casually responded with a few words in the barrage, and played the broadcast.Take a screenshot of eating chicken and send it to the group called "Professional players, online fruit chat":

[Hot first win record, conscious transfer, overdue we will see you on the hot search (call me dad, free a red ticket, the best choice for poor people).jpg]

Walking back to the room, I flipped the lighter, and there was a "da", and the flame flickered on and off.

Qi Yelai lay on the bed, raised his head, held the long and thin black cigarette body with two fingers, looked at the white wall reflecting the light and shadow, the tobacco was mixed with agarwood, the air was delicate and soft, the smoke was faint, and the mouth was slightly drunk.

With sleepy eyes, a long piece of ashes burned out and fell down the skirt of his clothes.

The mobile phone was left at the end of the bed, and the message notification sound kept ringing. I didn't know that I thought the professional league had finally disbanded.

After lazily smoking half a cigarette, he took advantage of his long legs and hooked up his phone little by little, but he was too lazy to move.

Regardless of how many turtles the professional group has accepted, Qi Ye clicks on the manager's chat box, and enters: [Check individual. 】

The other party replied in seconds:

[I watched the live broadcast! ! !Is it saudades? 】

【………………………wrong】

[Aren't you going to be on the account, just ask directly! 】

Qi Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled narrowly:

【Ask a fart】

[In front of my little brother, I'm fucking a silly white sweet person. 】