The beginning of a city with a trillion

Chapter 335 Backhand slap in the face! (third change)

At the same time, Yang Fei fought against the other team by himself. There were obviously two people on the opposite side, but he dared not show his face.

Because, as soon as Yang Fei showed his head, a 98K bullet flew over here and knocked him down with a headshot.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The two threw cigarettes for cover, but it didn't help at all. As soon as they showed their heads, they lay down for a second, and then had to crawl over to let their teammates pull them up.

Half a minute passed, and the poison circle was refreshed.

"Brother, tell me honestly, are you cheating?" One of them typed and said in a gloomy tone, as if giving up the last struggle.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Fei chuckled and typed quickly: "Not at all!"

"Whoosh!"

A person rushed out from behind the wall, trying to take advantage of Yang Fei's typing time and go around.

"boom!"

The 98K sound sounded again, and the moment the man probed his head, he was headshot again.

"Fuck, hang up." The other party typed again, and said angrily.

Then, the two of them seemed to give up their struggle and let the poison circle poison them to death.

"Good luck, eat chicken tonight!"

On the screen, eight characters appeared.

"Giggle, good luck, chicken tonight." Chen Fa'er smiled, then waved his little hand, and said excitedly.

……

At the end of the game, Lin Junming's fans rushed into the live broadcast room frantically, and started swiping the screen and cursing without saying a word.

"Trash comparison, playing with your paralysis."

"Garbage, you know how to cheat, don't play if you can't afford it, it's amazing to have money."

"Garbage, we have all reported it, wait for your title."

"What else can you do other than have two forced money? Huh?"

"It's still licking my face and live broadcasting. It's just that I have face. Wait for the official title."

"I'm so disgusted, you're just playing with trash, get out of here."

"..."

Chen Fa'er was a little dazed, a little at a loss, and said with a dark face: "What's the situation? Can you talk well? Can you stop the rhythm?"

In the live broadcast room, a group of people saw that Chen Fa'er was wronged, and immediately ended the internal strife, and unanimously spoke out.

"Grass, where are there a group of dogs that bite people when they come in?"

"Sorry everyone, I didn't close the door properly today, my dog ​​ran out."

"Brothers, protect Sister Fa'er, scold these bastards to death, dare to bully Sister Fa'er, and don't think about what you are."

"..."

In Chen Fa'er's live broadcast room, fans from both sides were scolding each other, and more netizens chose to eat melons and watch the show.

The entire live broadcast room was filled with smog.

"What are you doing? Don't bring the rhythm, okay? Brother Fei really didn't cheat, what do you guys want?" Chen Fa'er looked a little embarrassed, and kept saying out loud.

In the current situation, as the host, she obviously wants to come out and stop it, otherwise, the live broadcast will not be possible at all.

In this era of cheap rumors, no one can ignore the public opinion on the Internet.

Seeing Chen Fa'er's pitiful appearance, Chen Fa'er's fans became even more angry.

Lin Junming's fans, on the other hand, were still insulting Yang Fei as if they hadn't seen it.

Moreover, he brought Chen Fa'er along while cursing and cursing.

"Fuck, it's a pity that the anchor doesn't want to act. Today's live broadcast was obviously carefully planned by the two of you."

"Hey, hey, show anchor, no matter how much you pretend to be pitiful, it's useless. You can't afford to provoke her."

"It's clearly a stone hammer, but you still refuse to admit it. This is to make trouble."

"That's right, rubbish, play your mother's game, go home and nurse."

"The front row occupies a building, and sells melon seeds, spicy strips, and small benches. The quantity is large and the price is good. Welcome new and old customers to come and buy."

"I'm so stupid for calling your mother, did my father give you a face, a bunch of dishes, if you can't play it, just say so."

"Wow! It turns out that you are fans of Lin Junming, the chicken-eating god. You really have [quality], I have learned."

"Who is Lin Junming? Can you please tell me?"

"You don't know Lin Junming? Then let me remind you, oops, I'm dead again, shit, the opposite is a hang..."

"Pfft! Brother upstairs, you are the most naughty."

"I'm sub-Ao, this description is no one else."

"***, please sit down and speak."

"..."

Looking at the messy live broadcast room, Chen Fa'er was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Fei laughed lightly, and then said lightly: "Since everyone suspects that I use cheating, shouldn't I prove myself?"

Because he was on the mic at this time, all the audience in the live broadcast room heard what he said.

Hearing the playful tone in Yang Fei's tone, those who believed that he hadn't cheated on him suddenly became more confident. Some people who doubted him before were also a little vacillating at this time.

"Fei Shao, there's no need for that, we all believe that you didn't cheat, those dishes are more than pure broken, just looking for trouble."