Xiao Er snorted.

Little bastard.

"You're coming?"

He stretched out his hand.

I only saw a big hand in the screen, reaching directly from the edge of Qinghui's screen, and then pinched Qinghui's little face.

Quite natural and casual.

Qinghui slapped his hand away, threw it aside, and snorted.

"I'll come, you're trash!!"

'the hell, the hell, I always feel like I've hit the real cp! ’

'Ahh!!h ’

The relationship between the two is too good, right? ’

'Is Hui Hui going to play support this time?' Wow, looking forward to Hui Hui's luck. ’

probably saw that the two of them had changed positions, and the remaining three people simply changed their positions.

After all, this kind of live broadcast is an entertainment game, and it doesn't matter if you win it or not.

The game started again.

Qinghui followed behind Xiao Er as an assistant this time.

It was relatively normal at first.

Later, in the middle of the game, Qinghui used a probability skill to be a good direction, and with one was the best direction.

But Xiao Er's luck was not strong.

If he plays the middle laner, it's probably okay, but he just plays AD, and AD still eats crit, but he has almost no crit hits for this man.

So even if Qinghui's luck is good, the combination of the two still has a bit of a taste of not bullying.

In the end, Qinghui looked like Lao Tzu up and down, and ran away with Cui Xingzhou, who was output in the middle.

Race wins.

Hahahaha laughing in the barrage.

'What is it like to be disgusted like this by your own AD because of your bad luck, and even hide from it? Brother Er? ’

Xiao Er glanced at the screen lightly and sighed, "What do you feel?" ”

He took the lead in closing the video screen, "Well, it's the feeling of live broadcasting." ”

Audience: ????

Then I saw that Qinghui's live broadcast room also leaned out a hand and turned off Qinghui's live broadcast.

The time is indeed up, and the remaining three plan to play for a while, and then hahaha watched everyone complain in the live broadcast room.

Finally, I explained, it's almost time for Qinghui to go to bed, Qinghui is going to go to sleep, and Xiao Er is probably too lazy to take care of you.

In the end, everyone only saw the scene of the two of them leaving the training hall and going upstairs from the live broadcast room of the other three.

Qinghui walked up with a da.

When he pushed the door open and entered, he was about to close the door, when a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him, blocking the door that Qinghui was about to close.

Qinghui turned his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows, although he didn't speak, but with a look on his face, you are not a chief, what else do you want to do.

And asked the shallow coffee frantically in his heart.

Can you tie this person up and throw it in a place, close the small black room, and close it tightly.

Let him reflect on his mistakes.

Light coffee: ...... No way!

You never know what dangerous thoughts are in your family's Spirit Sword Master's head.

Qinghui sighed, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

Xiao Er's body had already squeezed in.

Bowing his head, his breaths colliding, he opened his mouth and chuckled, "Avoiding me? ”

"You're too bad, stay away from me."

Qing Hui seriously spoke, Lord Spirit Sword is keeping peace.

Hey, little bastard.

"I don't have a conscience."

Xiao Er raised his hand and pinched Qinghui's face.

"I'm your boyfriend."

Can't you be a little privileged?

"Do you have a conscience, just want to trap me?"

Qinghui asked in shock.