PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds Super Villain

Chapter 142 Now, It's My Turn to Attack

If eyes can kill a person, then Yi Xiaotian may have died countless times under Ye Hui's eyes.

It was hard to imagine that Ye Hui, who was over [-] years old, would feel such a surge of anger in his heart, especially after he easily won the first set.

Without the joy he imagined, he felt that the person opposite him was here to insult him.

Ye Hui was already prepared for a hard fight, and he was fully prepared for Yi Xiaotian's You Li.

But after the game started, Yuli under Yi Xiaotian was like a person with impaired limbs, and she had no power to resist against Damen's men.

He didn't even get rid of the bloody skin on the gate, so he was easily killed with full blood.

"That's it? I think this anchor is a bit too good. To put it bluntly, my grandma is better than him."

"Indeed, this is too cerebellar atrophy. Boss Lian Hui didn't lose a trace of blood, but it's really embarrassing."

"How should I put it, I once thought that in the King of Fighters, Da Sima was the best. Now I finally found out that there is someone who is better than Da Sima."

"Brothers, the anchor on the opposite side boasted that he was a player who played for one coin for a month. I swear I really didn't laugh, I was professionally trained."

"Unless you can't help it, hahahaha."

After Ye Hui saw the gossip on the bullet screen, a mocking smile appeared on his face, and he treated Yi Xiaotian and himself.

Taunting Yi Xiaotian's overreaching, and mocking how big his head is to be so close to this little anchor of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds.

Ye Hui opened the black cloth covering the camera, looked at the camera and shook his head in disdain.

Although he didn't say a word at this time, it was enough for everyone to understand the meaning of his action.

Yi Xiaotian, no!

Looking at the barrage in Hechi's live broadcast room, it was also full of ridicule towards Yi Xiaotian.

"It's really not worth it to mock the second brother at this level."

"The bragging is quite awesome. I thought it would be so powerful."

"u1s1, I think in terms of King of Fighters, I have to train my four-year-old brother a little bit. This anchor should not be my brother's opponent."

"Your words are a bit too much. I don't think your four-year-old brother can do it. You have to wait for him to be five years old."

"Brothers, the 571684 anchor's live broadcast room is uniformly replaced with the brand of electric baton, let's rush him."

"clear."

"Good brother, don't say much, put on the brand, let's rush!"

Hechi looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room with a sneer on his face. If he encountered this kind of rhythm before, he would definitely stop it. After all, everyone works on the same platform, and it can barely be counted. colleague.

But this time he chose to remain silent, firstly because Hechi felt that Yi Xiaotian was doing it on his own, and secondly because these people did not carry his own brand, so what did what they said have anything to do with him?

It's better to find whoever's brand you bring.

In just a few tens of seconds, dozens of viewers with electric batons rushed into Yi Xiaotian's live broadcast room like a tiger descending a mountain.

"That's it? That's it? I suggest the anchor stop broadcasting immediately to heal your brain. I think the anchor's cerebral cortex must be flat."

"Hehe, the anchor's operation is really good enough to eat. After watching the anchor's operation, the anorexia that has plagued me for many years suddenly healed like this."

"Yuan, don't look at it, come back and bring me a pack of King Furong, the kind you smoke."

"I thought that the big guys are quite fierce, why did they go to the anchor to pull their crotch?"

"The anchor said that it can be operated, that is, it can be operated, because what the anchor said is what the terminal cancer patient said, understand the applause!"

"Hey, it seems that the anchor is dead."

Yi Xiaotian looked at the audience who suddenly swarmed into his live broadcast room, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

He didn't expect that there would be such a big gap between using the keyboard and the joystick, and his opponent Ye Hui was indeed quite capable. He only made two mistakes before being taken away by him, and he didn't fight back at all. Opportunity.

He is indeed a man who has won multiple world championships.

Yi Xiaotian looked at the bullet screens in the live broadcast room, without any feeling of anger.

In the past few years of our live broadcast, he has seen countless bullet screens like this, and he has long been used to it.

If he could be affected by these mere bullet screens, then he wouldn't have to continue doing live broadcast work.

But Yi Xiaotian didn't say anything, and the fans in his live broadcast room exploded.

"Where did these rhythm dogs come from? I smelled a foul smell as soon as I came in."

"What is the electric baton, and it is also used to bring the rhythm in Brother Tian's live broadcast room?"

"I know the electric baton, but it's just an ugly dog ​​with a foul mouth. It really is a servant who has what kind of master there is."

"Hurry up and go back wherever you came from, Brother Tian's live broadcast room doesn't welcome you!"

Yi Xiaotian looked at the audience in the live broadcast room who spoke for him, and a black line appeared on his forehead. It seemed that the audience in his live broadcast room were too innocent. He had also heard the name of the electric baton. A live broadcast of League of Legends The anchor, and the live broadcast effect is not bad, I will stay in his live broadcast room for a while on weekdays.

But I can't compete with him at all, it's obvious that someone brought his brand to me to bring rhythm.

Yi Xiaotian showed a wry smile on his face, and said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Everyone, don't be tempted, this must be someone who brought an electric baton brand to make trouble, everyone don't believe it."

"That's right, audience lords, don't be led by the rhythm." Xiao Tuantuan also echoed and sent out a barrage of explanations.

After some explanations, the audience in Yi Xiaotian's live broadcast room seemed to finally understand what was going on, and calmed down, and stopped entangled with these people.

"Huh." Yi Xiaotian wiped the sweat from his forehead, heaved a sigh of relief, and asked Ye Hui to lift the suspension.

Ye Hui didn't talk nonsense, and directly agreed to Shen Qiye's request, but his face was full of impatience, as if he was going to directly manipulate the gate under his command to take Yi Xiaotian away.

He even regretted that he had to fight Yi Xiaotian for five rounds. Fighting this kind of trash is an insult to himself.

But in order to bet on the rocket in the contract, Ye Hui still suppressed his impatience and manipulated the tasks under his command to attack Shen Qiye.

Ye Hui didn't even think about it, he went up and broke into a fight, and ran towards Shen Qiye's king.

But what he never expected was that, unlike the one-sided battle he imagined, this time Yi Xiaotian's operation was like a different person, defending his attack step by step, without revealing the slightest flaw.

Yi Xiaotian manipulated the characters under him, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and said softly: "Now, it's my turn to attack."

(End of this chapter)