The referee's senior brother hugged Lin Lan's shoulder.

"You are asking Miss Linglong. She is still fighting and has already gained the upper hand."

"The next game you meet with junior brother, you are just around the corner!"

"Feng Shayan was injured, Feng Baobao's soldiers were not bloody, and she would not fight against Bi Lian in the next game."

Lin Lan was slightly surprised, "Did Zhang Chulan win Wang Ye?"

This is amazing!

Wang Ye’s Fenghouqimen is not a vegetarian.

Lin Lan felt that even the uncle of the junior master might not be able to win the king firmly.

Could it be that Zhang Chulan used the Qi source flow?

Hiss! Lin Lan regrets a little.

I had known that I should have killed the king quickly and then go to watch the game.

"Senior brother, are there any videos of the game? Let me see it."

The referee's senior brother said, "That's a big deal, stop watching!"

"Wang Ye competes with Zhang Chulan to eat steamed buns."

"The king also ate three, not Bilian ate four."

"So, he won."

Lin Lan: "."

The referee's senior brother was obviously a chatterbox, and he kept talking with him.

At this time, his cell phone rang.

He answered and listened for a few words, then hung up.

He said to Lin Lan with a happy look on his face: "Junior Brother Lin Lan, congratulations, congratulations."

"Miss Linglong won, you will get together in the next game."

"It's better for me to be a matchmaker for you, oh no, I'm a referee."

"Junior brother, remember to ask for some autographed photos for senior brother."
Chapter completed!