There is always a feeling that Lao Tzu does not put you in his eyes.

The screams in the hall burst into flames.

Qinghui was yawning lazily, Leng Buding was startled by the sudden scream, and the other voices were negligible, but this kind of sudden burst of loud sound was not a problem that could be easily filtered out.

Qinghui's round eyes widened, his movements froze, and finally he frowned irritably.

The yawn was choked, and the feeling was still strangely uncomfortable.

The white little face was full of irritability, and he turned his head to look at the audience.

What happened to this group of Luobei? Took the wrong medicine?

And it's still a group disease??

Lord Spirit Sword can't make a fuss, what is there to scream in this kind of place??

Then Qinghui turned his head to look at the past, and the action caused more people to scream.

It's cute and lovely.

Xiao Er looked at it, raised his hand, and naturally smoothed the hair on Qinghui's head.

Then a slightly unskillful voice sounded.

"Qinghui?"

Qinghui's head turned to look at the other party.

It was a blonde baby-faced teenager with a somewhat flamboyant smile that was handsome.

Those blue eyes stared straight at her, with a little eagerness in their eyes.

"I've been following you before, but fortunately you won, I finally have a chance to play the game with you, and when the game is over, can I add a contact information to you?"

The tone is still strange, but it's quite skillful.

Several of his team members were laughing good-naturedly on the side.

Qinghui didn't bother to reply, just lowered his eyes, a little serious.

Xiao Er's face had sunk slightly, and he saw that the other party reached out as if he wanted to shake hands with Qinghui.

He reached out his hand first, took the other's hand, and the corners of his lips crossed a meaningless arc.

It looks a little bit oozing.

The few people next to him all shrunk their bodies, looking at Xiao Er like this, a little inexplicable.

Xiao Er said slowly, "If there is anything, let's talk about it after the game is over." ”

But if you want to say it, it depends on whether he gives you this opportunity.

Don't just look into other people's bowls.

Little deflated calf.

Seeing that Xiao Er dealt with the other party, Qinghui, who was too lazy to deal with Luobei, gave Xiao Er an approving look, still with a serious little face, lowering his little head, not knowing what he was thinking.

waited for Xiao Er to finish speaking, but he didn't bother to pay attention to the people in front of him, turned his head directly, and walked to his seat.

Xiao Er turned to follow.

I heard the little brother behind me continue to speak in a language that he was not familiar with, "If I win, please give me your contact information, is it okay?" ”

It's really endless, and ...... you win?

Xiao Er lifted the corners of his lips coldly.

Tang Jian, who had been worried about his image in the live broadcast and didn't speak, couldn't help muttering, "Did he win?" He wins a fart win. ”

"Why do I think he's beating our Hui sister's idea?"

"Yes, I have to be beaten to death!!"

Qinghui's footsteps also stopped, and he turned his head coldly.

The little face is still serious and serious, full of cute emotions, but the bottom of the eyes is a little angry.

I feel that my sense of victory and defeat has been greatly humiliated.

Horse's.

Let Lao Tzu see, which arrogant Luobei is still claiming to win the Spirit Sword?

Then seeing the blonde Luo Bei again, Qinghui sneered, and raised his small chin slightly, the small chin was beautifully curved, with an arrogant cold snort.