"Uncle, you can't be jealous of me just because I'm better looking than you."

Fu Qi tilted his eyes, his beautiful little face looked very innocent, but every word was hooking the anger of the king knife.

Wang Dao hadn't been so angry for a long time, the volcano in his heart was rolling out, and the sparks could burn all over the heart, so angry that he almost ascended to heaven on the spot to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Last year, there was a fourteen-year-old girl, who didn't know how thick the sky was, and swiped a sentence in Wang Dao's live broadcast room, "This anchor is not very good-looking", and Wang Dao, who holds a grudge, privately remembered the girl's ID.

hired a large number of water armies, abused the whole network, and scolded this little girl in junior high school until she dropped out of school with autism and suffered from severe depression.

At this moment, in the face of Fu Qi's provocation, Wang Dao was no longer satisfied with destroying Fu Qi's reputation, he wanted this young man's life!

"Boy, wait for my event in the auditorium." Wang Dao walked back to the dressing room, and before closing the door, he viciously provoked, "You little beast who can only play tricks, dare to come to the event site?" It doesn't matter if you don't come, I already know your name, so just wait to be drowned in saliva! ”

Bang!

The sound of the door closing frightened the little cat in Fu Qi's arms.

Fu Qi was silent for a moment, rubbed the little milk cat with his head poked out of his arms, and sighed: "It's a pity that I didn't kill people." ”

According to Fu Qi's information, Wang Dao is a typical otaku, staying up late every day, having unstable meals, having a short temper, having problems with the liver, spleen and stomach, and still a high blood pressure patient.

It stands to reason that as long as this kind of person is angry, he will easily have a cerebral hemorrhage or stroke - this is already the lightest punishment Fu Qi has ever thought of.

Just now, Fu Qi deliberately ridiculed and sarcastically in front of Wang Dao, and he didn't Wang Dao's cheeky scum to death, Fu Qi was quite sorry.

"Let's go, I'm not angry, Ye Sibai should be able to make him angry to death." The corners of Fu Qi's mouth were raised, and he walked back to the auditorium slowly.

She wants Wang Dao to know that the response in the game does not mean that he is the king in reality.

***

Lin Chusheng is the dream of the girls in the school, and Wang Dao is the dream of a hot-blooded boy.

Lin Chusheng's performance ended, and a large number of noisy female fans walked out of the auditorium.

After half an hour, excited male students poured into the auditorium, shouting and hooking shoulders to participate in the afternoon e-sports activities.

"The Sword King is from Nandu! I him for three years before I found out! ”

"The only two god-level numbers on the whole network, this kind of talent is difficult for me to cultivate for a hundred years, just to participate in the Water Friends Competition and be abused by the Sword King."

"I can see the Sword King in my lifetime, I don't know if I can meet the [Sword God], huh, I really want to marry the Sword God."

"Impossible, although the sword god technology is stronger than the sword king, people never show their faces, and some people say that the sword god is the test number of the game company."

"Today, the Sword King is broadcast live on the whole network, saying that there is something important to announce, tsk."

...

Fu Qi hugged the kitten in his arms and walked into the auditorium with the crowd. At this moment, the auditorium has been occupied by black-pressed boys, and there are many fans of the Sword King who came from other places.

Fu Qi covered his nose in disgust, and the entire auditorium diffused a smell of stinky sweat unique to men, and put a piece of tofu to smoke it, and it could be smoked into mellow stinky tofu in a blink of an eye.

"Little Seventh Brother, here." In the first row, Cheng Jingze wore a swaggering priest's costume and waved at Fu Qi with exaggerated movements.

In order not to delay the drama performance in the evening, and to appreciate the demeanor of the idol sword king by the way, Fan Chengcheng recognized one father after another in the WeChat group, and finally called the actors to the auditorium to take their seats in advance.

In the first row, Zhang Meng, Fan Chengcheng, and Cheng Jingze have occupied the best positions in advance.

Fu Qi looked at Cheng Jingze's clean and handsome little face, his mood was finally a little better, life was still very good, at least there was a handsome little guy to take care of.