The game panel showed that Wen had killed several more people.

Pan Shu is keen on looting.

And Cen Juan was like a follower, following behind Pan Shu in circles.

"Qiao Qiao, here's an airdrop for you to lick."

After Pan Shu walked around the garage a few times and looted all the supplies, she heard Cen Juan say this earnestly.

The flattering intention is very obvious.

The next second——

Wen drove the jeep directly towards Cen Juan.

Even that's not enough.

He raised the SCAR-L and fired a few more shots at Cen Juan.

Although he couldn't kill his teammates with a gun, Wen did this purely to vent his personal emotions.

After a "bang" sound effect.

Cen Juan's screen went dark, and the box started to smoke.

[You were eliminated by Demon using SCAR-L.]

He was stunned, staring at the screen that automatically jumped to the teammate viewing interface, gritting his teeth.

"Wen Que you fucking——"

The veins on Cen Juan's forehead twitched twice.

I wanted to punch him in the face.

"Are you fucking sick? Why did you hit me?"

Still in front of Panshu.

Does he still want to save face?

Wen, however, threw a grenade calmly, "You're noisy."

"It affects my performance."

The silver-haired boy spoke indifferently and without any expression, but for some reason he gave people a feeling of conviction.

...It must be Cen Juan who affected God D's performance.

God D definitely didn't do it on purpose.

In e-sports, being bad is the original sin.

Cen Juan had truly understood this saying: noobs have no human rights!

Pan Shu blinked slowly and apologized very sincerely, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything."

Wen Que's fingertips moved slightly, and he ruthlessly harvested a few more heads. He raised his eyes to meet the girl's wet eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He pursed his lips:

"It's okay if it's you."

He chuckled softly and said lovingly, "It doesn't matter. You can do whatever you want. I'll always take you to eat chicken in the end."

“…”

[Too hypocritical, too weak to complain.]

[Drinking some horse urine makes you arrogant. If you dare to provoke God D, your fate is in jeopardy!]

[Tired God: The love between three people is too crowded, and I don’t deserve to have a name...]

【Hahahaha this is awesome!!】

With the last gunshot.

A cloud of green smoke suddenly rose above the enemy's head.

The next second, a few large characters appeared on the screen: [Good luck, chicken dinner tonight.]

This live broadcast of eating chicken was edited by fans into several versions of love, hate, and revenge, as well as various ghost and animal spoofs, and it remained at the top of the hot searches.

The organizer was smiling from ear to ear.

After all, this traffic is like something you picked up for free.

After the meeting, Pan Shu followed the staff out of the venue. When passing the lounge, a big hand suddenly put its arm around Pan Shu's slender waist and brought her in.

The staff outside the door looked at each other in confusion.

What the fuck is going on?

"Did you see who it was?"

"It seems to be... uh, the God of Weary..."

"So are we going to leave?"

"They seem to know each other, right? What about us? Why don't we leave first? There are surveillance cameras in the lounge anyway..."

The voice of the staff outside the door gradually became smaller and smaller until it disappeared.

The lounge was eerily quiet.

There was no light on inside and the curtains were drawn tightly, not letting any light in. But even so, the boy's eyes still looked so bright.

With a hint of gnashing teeth as if he wanted to peel off her flesh.

Ban Shu did not retreat, but even took a step forward, and her slender fingers stroked the boy's cheek ambiguously like feathers.

Cen Juan has very good skin.

It feels smooth and delicate, with a slight coolness.

The boy slowly curled his lower lip.

"Do you hate me?" he asked.

The voice is a little hoarse.

With a hint of seductive desire.

Panshu paused, then said, "No."

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and tightened his grip on her waist. He said, half aggrieved, half threateningly, "Wen is outside—"

Seeing Panshu's pupils shrink, he paused.

"so……"

He raised his index finger and gently placed it between Pan Shu's lips, "Shh."

Their distance was a little too close.

What's more, in such a confined environment, certain ambiguous and restless factors seemed to be ignited and exploded as if they could no longer be restrained.

After a brief stalemate, Pan Shu yawned lazily and said lazily, "Don't tell me... that you kidnapped me here in such a high-profile manner..."

She paused with a strange tone, then spoke provocatively:

"I don't even dare to kiss."

Cen Juan was choked by her words and said angrily, "How can you, a girl, keep saying such things all the time?"

Banshu raised her eyebrows indifferently.

The girl smiled sweetly, "Because... this person is you."

With a loud "boom".

Cen Juan's mind went blank.

The girl stood on tiptoe, and then... there was a slightly cool and soft touch on Cen Juan's lips.

Like jelly.

But she is sweeter and more addictive than jelly.

Pan Shu raised her eyelids, chuckled, and gently placed her hand on the boy's chest, "Really... your heart is beating so fast, it's just a kiss."

Just a kiss, that's all—

Cen Juan suddenly felt annoyed as if he had been teased.

He licked and bit her lips fiercely, but soon softened to show weakness. He looked at her with wet eyes pleadingly, "You can't do this to me, Qiao Qiao, you can't."

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