Chapter 848: Fish Man Zimo
In order to ensure the fairness of the game, the regular points competition in September was held in two economically prosperous cities in the east and west.
Traditionally, Kyoto and Minami City are the two places where the competition will be held.
And the much-anticipated first game, WD Team PK Mythical Team, was held in Nandu.
As the date approaches, the esports media is full of news, all discussing the PK of the two teams.
"The new Tiger WD against the legendary myth, who will fall into it? γ
"Anchor Mountain has always entered the KPL, and there are real masters in the anchor industry? γ
"The WD team has won all the way to the KPL stage, and the goal: the championship! γ
"Autumn Matchup! Open the door to usher in the peak! γ
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Major e-sports media reports, countless KPL fans pay attention, Weibo and WeChat headline media, gunsmoke is everywhere, and a war of words is about to break out.
[Mythical Bench]: "Win the Mythical Clan?" 17 consecutive wins to understand. β
[Shunfeng Throws Against the Wind]: "In the end, it is a team that comes up from the people, and the professional competition is not a play house, a team that plays eggs." β
[Death Scythe]: "If the WD team can win the myth, I will go to the Shanzong live broadcast room to farm a hundred planes!" How much strength can an anchor who always loves to be blind have! β
[I'm a mountain]: "Hehe, upstairs, the master remembers your ID." β
[Mr. Shan has no underwear]: "My husband's strength will definitely crush the myth every minute!" What kind of fish man Zimo, it can't compare to my mountain always silent! β
[Fish Man Zimo CP Powder]: "Upstairs, who is your husband..."
[Mr. Shan has no underwear]: "Mr. Shan! My marriage certificate with Mr. Shan is still in the house. β
γFish Man Ink CP Powderγ:"..."
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South Metropolis, WD Esports Club.
It was the hot weather in August, and the earth was like a hot barbecue grill, so I almost added some cumin peppers to have a prosperous teppanyaki...
During the one-hour break at noon, Mr. Shan rolled on the mat and turned on Weibo to watch netizens scold. Silent rested with his eyes closed, his breathing was shallow, and the contours of his side face were quite cold.
"I'll you, these ignorant people. Believe it or not, my country serves Luban, and the masses eat melons with one shot! "Mr. Shan flipped over and over, and most of the comments on the news were not optimistic about the WD team, and there were even all kinds of bitter and abusive words.
I looked at it for a while, and the more I looked at it, the more unpleasant it became.
Just throw the phone to the side, out of sight.
When I was a hundred star kings, you trolls were still hanging around in the bronze realm.
Turning his head to look at the quiet and sleeping silence, like a cold and handsome statue.
The afternoon sun was just right, the room was quiet and bright, and a ray of sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the curtains, just sprinkled on the silent body of light sleep.
Mr. Shan looked left and right, and felt that the silence of the sleep was indescribably beautiful, like a sleeping lion...
Pinching the bridge of his silent nose mischievously, Mr. Shan calculated the date, and after the KPL autumn game, it would soon be a silent birthday.
Mr. Shan pondered that he had to give Silence a gift that he would never forget.
He glanced at the clock on the wall, and there was still a half-hour break...
The silence was awakened by a tickling touch, and when I opened my dark eyes, I saw the small curly yellow curls of the chestnut in front of me...
Silence stretched out his hand, stroked the small curly hair, the corners of his cold and hard lips rose without a trace, closed his eyes and continued to sleep...
The first game of the KPL regular season will be held at the South Metropolis Stadium shortly after.
Encountering the strongest team at the beginning, this battle is destined to be turbulent and difficult.