Xie Yan glanced at the one-sided verbal war on the team channel, and slowly came the finale: [If it wasn't a real dish, who would be a lying dog?]

Teammate A:【…】

Teammate B:【…】

A shameless and shameless sentence made the two of them speechless.

After a game, the two teammates who couldn't scold them, but were too slutty quickly left the room. Okay, can't you avoid being offended?

Bye bye, see you again!

Shi Sang's mentality exploded and he started to talk: "Why are the teammates who match the game all the goddess sounds like a rich woman, who has a very good mentality, or a technical flow? The teammates I match are the sand sculptures and vegetables from all over the country, and they are the kind of people who use dialect to curse people?"

Lin Er didn't grasp the point, looked at his tragic record and asked: "Who is he?"

Shi Sang: "..."

He just said casually that he just wanted to be someone else.

The three of them started a new game.

In order to prevent the game from ending with a verbal battle, Shi Sang said in a very friendly manner on the team channel at the beginning of the game: [The Internet is connected, gathered in the canyon, and the true love is connected all over the world. Cherish this fate, don’t open your mouth, and live in peace.]

Lin Er still couldn't figure out the game's way. He looked at which skill had cooled down and then ordered which skill.

Fortunately, the teammates who matched this time were even more greedy than her, and they were probably also a cute newbie. After the teammates of the greedy were given several heads, Lin Er's 0-0 record seemed particularly pleasing to the eye.

Sure enough, people are compared.

Not afraid of teammates being fucked, but fear of teammates being fucked one by one. Shi Sang was squatting and killing several times by the enemy's little Daji, and gradually became irritable.

Thirteen is not Saner: [What equipment is the auxiliary equipment? Is it a shroud? Will it be played?]

Thirteen is not Saner: [The Sagittarius brother in the bottom lane, don’t look at it, I’m talking about you, Qing soldiers, big brother, are you standing there with your fucking arms crossed? Are you in the military parade?]

Thirteen is not Saner: [Hey, brothers from the bottom lane, have you heard what I said? I don’t want to complain about you, I really can’t help it. Is your fucking trick a dove of peace? I’m afraid of hitting someone?]

...

After playing three games, Liner was no longer interested.

How to say, the fun of this game is entirely supported by Shisan's mouth. It is better to watch him squirt online than to push the tower and finish the punch.

Later, Shi Sang no longer liked to play with Xie Yan. It was not a technical problem, but a problem of his brother Xie's different treatment.

Shi Sang discovered that when his Ye Ye was 0-10, Xie Yan would say lightly, "It's okay, you follow me, the opposite side dare not come over." When he was 0-2, Xie Yan would change his words, "Well? San'er, are you an actor? AI hosting is better than you. Why don't you change positions with Super Soldiers?"

This is obviously biased.

In the end, even Mr. Ye seemed to have learned this bias.

"I found that when Xie Tiantian played with Shangguan Wan'er, she was like a cloud that was crossed like a thousand miles, and she was like a crossbow that broke out like a hundred pounds. She started writing against the wind, and she was swaying up to ninety thousand miles."

After a change of topic, Lin Er wondered: "San'er, why do you feel like writing a suicide note when you play?"

"..." Shi Sang felt an arrow hit by his heart.
Chapter completed!