And yet in the next second.

The light drawn by the ground level made the live broadcast room pause for a moment.

It's like you've been put on pause.

Only the light shock from the picture is still there.

That scene was directly imprinted in everyone's eyes, and even the pupils were swaying.

It's king.

He was standing behind Bey.

The figures of the two people were almost superimposed, one holding the hand of the other, and the sword he waved seemed to be able to split all the gloom and darkness of this land.

They didn't understand before, as a professional player.

King ignored it and used retirement to exert pressure, but because Bey injured her hand, people thought she was not fit to play again.

He was angry and said that if he wanted to retreat, he would retreat with him.

Now they seem to understand.

King never left it alone.

It's the guy called Bey, who, even with a hand injury, is still better than a lot of people.

It's just that no one believes it anymore.

The only one who believes.

He was holding her hand and fighting side by side with her.

Don't abandon, don't give up.

They have said it countless times before.

But now that I think about it.

It turned out that they had abandoned the bey god before she gave up.

At that moment、The emotions that permeate the chest are complicated。

They never spoke ill of each other, but from the bottom of their hearts, they also felt that Bey God was not suitable to go to Milan again.

The man seemed to have known about this for a long time.

But after slashing everything, she only tucked the scimitar at her waist, and then raised her eyes to look at the king.

Yes.

How could Mo Bei not know what her situation was like.

For her.

There is only one rule of survival.

Her world has long been completely black.

It's so dark, that's why I want to look at it for a while when I see the person called Bonnai.

That way, she won't forget what her original intention was.

"Bey God!"

"That's?!"

"Left Field!?"

"No, not really! And it's impossible! ”

"It's really impossible, but it's so handsome, it!"

"It's handsome, the blade is bloody, and the hatred value of those bats has been weakened by half."

When you are in the game, you will feel even more shocked when you are close to the people who watch it.

Didire's gaze fell.

Bats already have a tendency to spread out.

It's all because of the figure.

The live broadcast room is relatively peaceful.

After all, the people who came to see it were all games that they liked, and there were also housing control reviews.

Elsewhere, it's not so good.

"If I don't train to play a copy, I'm also drunk."

"I also use the trumpet to bully people, and I feel like I'm pretty good."

"Show affection has a hand, aren't you going to retire, hurry up and retire, I don't want to see the topic of the two of them."

"Every day, I ask, stinky bey, do you know that you are wrong?"

"Obviously I don't know, I went to brush the copy, or I brushed it in the big spades before, I can't help myself."

Di Di Rui can see this, after all, he does live broadcasts, and they are all two mobile phones, plus a laptop and a desktop.

He couldn't describe how he felt.

These IDs, even under another topic, say support for bey and support for the Imperial League.

So that's what likes?

Didire's first instinct was to look at the figure.

She knows all this.

How could it not be understood.

Last year, she had already left once.

Then those who want to win can only leave and come back again.

She...... Do you still like it?

What about playing games?

Di Di Rui stood here, inexplicably uncomfortable.

It's not anywhere else.

Everyone in Zone A knows it.

This is where the spade Z took that small facial paralysis with glowing eyes and brushed the record.

What the hell do you say, it's beyond your means.

"Get out!"