Since the barrage is public, it can't stop anyone from sending it, there will be good and bad, and there will be a steady stream of finding rhythm to cut in, and no one can change this.

It's just that some people who have come to see the copy are really annoying.

Sometimes, gossip spreads faster than anything.

"bey, why do you still mention the people of the Imperial League at this time, isn't it enough to rub it before, and the matter of not letting go of the competition place with an injury and the matter of fighting on behalf of you, my life is black, thank you, please don't bring the topic of the Imperial League in the future."

"If you don't bring it, it's cold, you must bring it, it's just speechless, after a book, when you meet a group control of a little cow, you just say that it is Rao God, and everything is brought to God, is it humiliating our former love?"

There are more and more unpleasant words.

However, none of these seemed to be able to enter Mo Bei's ears, she just stood there, holding a scimitar, as if she was ready, and indeed as she said, she changed into a pure output outfit.

There is no price to be paid for rumor-mongering, and self-righteous justice is common.

Rao Rong looked at this scene, his eyes skipped from the barrage, and finally fell on the clear figure in front of him.

Originally, he thought that when he played professionally, he didn't know where the next step was, after all, many people didn't recognize e-sports at that time.

Now he found out that when the Imperial League was disbanded, he was still here, waiting for the Imperial League to come back, what exactly did he have to face.

Everyone said they liked it and denied her existence.

Rao Rong turned his head and could clearly see Uncle Yin's Adam's apple rolling.

Yes, it dawned on them.

Just after they left, the whole world was slandering their children.

The glory they thought had brought her had become a shackle to her.

That's why the spades will ......

Rao Rong raised his hand.

The passer-by was still stunned, and the mouse was gone, followed by the keyboard that was dragged over, and all the headsets were opened.

"It's me."

Rao Rong is still the one who will control the overall situation no matter what happens.

"I'm still here."

In just five words, all the barrage in the live broadcast room was instantly extinguished.

Not to mention, he smiled lightly: "It's recognized, but if it's you, you can really recognize it, after all, everyone present, only you are qualified." ”

And only you are eligible.

This last sentence is like a conversation with the person who sent the barrage.

A quiet batch of barrages.

Rao Rong moved the mouse, and the formation instantly rose: "How can I prove it, I am me, otherwise you, the heir of the Imperial League, will become the heir of the Imperial League, this kind of statement is really funny." ”

As he spoke, he had touched the character skills.

In an instant, five stars soared!

People saw what it means to be truly chanted.

The wind that came from all directions lifted the mage's black robes, like a natural protective shield.

Before people could appreciate the tolerance in the center of the formation.

Another figure had jumped into the cracked ground!

It's Mobei.

Didiri didn't even have time to shout.

There are so many human-headed ghosts, scrambling to come out.

Have you seen the eighteen floors of hell?

It's like hell has been torn open.

And bey is like the one who is going to plug this hole.

It is impossible to come out again...... Since the barrage is public, it can't stop anyone from sending it, there will be good and bad, and there will be a steady stream of finding rhythm to cut in, and no one can change this.

It's just that some people who have come to see the copy are really annoying.