Damn it, it seems that the players in the Jedi game have become more powerful.

I haven't played for too long, and my hands are all born.

Jia Long was in tears and watched the characters in the game fall down on the ground, gradually crawling with blood, and quickly opened the voice public channel.

"Little brother, are you my fan? Can you stop hitting me?"

She started to act cute, her voice was so sweet that it made people get goosebumps.

There is no way, Jia Long really doesn't want to call his fans dads.

The fan player holding the S686 shotgun jumped into the window from outside and also opened a public voice channel.

"Hahaha, are you Mr. Long? Why did you become so naive?"

"I……"

The veins on Jia Long's forehead were almost protruding.

She wanted to say it, but she hadn't played it for too long, but no matter how she said it, it would be like an excuse to make excuses.

"Don't hit me, let my teammates help me, and we'll see you in the finals."

She saw the enemy's shaking gun in front of her, and she couldn't help but swallow her anger and beg in a low voice.

Jia Long's voice was sweet and cute, and when she begged, her voice was lowered, and she seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a cute face.

Obviously, the opposite fan players are softened.

"You can't beat you, just tell me, hurry up."

"ah?!"

"Hurry up, or I'll shoot."

The male fans seemed sadistic and did not care about the beauty at all.

At the same time, with a "bang", the shotgun bullet shot next to Jia Long's fallen figure.

"No, what..."

Jia Long's face was blushing, and her sweet voice was stuck in her throat, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

"Speak quickly, or I'll hit you."

She looked angry and finally spit out from her teeth like a mosquito: "Well, moma, little brother, that's OK."

"No, no feelings, do it again and have feelings."

"Ahhhhhh, Momoda, Momoda is OK!" Jia Long was almost furious and said yes Momoda, but in fact it was no different from the roar of the dinosaurs.

"Haha, it's comfortable. Bye."

The fan player sneered, then put away his gun and jumped out the window.

"You haven't come to save me yet, hurry up."

Jia Long was furious and finally waited for his teammates to arrive late.

At the same time, in the live broadcast room, a large number of viewers laughed while watching Jia Long's blushing face.

“6666!”

"Hahaha, I'm so laughing."

"What a joke, dinosaurs call."

"Mr. Long is autistic."

"It's a pity that it didn't land into a box, otherwise she would have to call us dad, haha."

"The live broadcast effect is explosive, this little brother is so funny."

"6666, Longlong is going to be so angry."

In the barrage, countless messages passed by, and many people were laughing at Jia Long’s just-in-law operations.

The young man was not afraid of facing millions of audiences. He really dared to tease everyone's idol Jia Long, and Jia Long, who had a strong desire to survive, really dared to do so, so the effect came out in an instant.

A few seconds later, Jia Long was rescued by a teammate.

Jia Long stood up again without pausing at all, nor did he replenish the blood-blooded person he had just rescued.

Instead, he was furious and sliding the mouse board made the characters rush to the window.

"Where are you, go to yours!"

Seeing a shadow of a game character, she happened to run past a house thirty meters away, and she instantly raised her gun.

Bang bang.

After five or six consecutive shots, the gun shot.

The opposite player fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!