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When Lu Guanghan was holding the keyboard and wanted to rush to the front line, Lu Wanwan grabbed him and told him not to pay attention to these people and waste time.
But at this time, Mo Baizhijian said something in the trumpet.
[Trumpet] Mo Baizhijian: BCC Guild, if you want to be beaten and resigned, just continue.
The noisy screen suddenly became quiet.
A few seconds later, a passionate young man rushed out of the BCC Guild.
[Trumpet] Yin Yu Mian Mian: What a joke, there are more than 100 people in the guild, you said you will resign if you are beaten and resigned?
[Trumpet] Ninth Prince: Upstairs, you successfully made me laugh with this sentence.
[Trumpet] Mei.Street Cat°: Yin Yu Mian Mian is a newcomer? Friendly reminder, Master never jokes.
[Small Trumpet] Zisang Qingyi: Besides, are 100 people a lot?
[Small Trumpet] Blindness: Today's newcomers are so arrogant, they don't even understand the situation, but they come to speak nonsense.
[Small Trumpet] Yiyan Qingge Lihuayu: Go to the forum and find a few videos to watch, I will teach you how to behave in every minute.
...
After that, everyone in the entire BCC guild quieted down, and no one dared to speak on the small trumpet.
As for whether they went back to their own guild channel to gossip, Lu Wanwan guessed that they did, because she sneezed several times at this time.
[Private Chat] Xuhe: The great god is mighty, he will unify the world for thousands of years!
[Private Chat] Mo Baizhijian: ...
[Private Chat] Xuhe: I will go and massage your waist and legs!
While working as a maid, Lu Wanwan was guessing what Liunian Huakai's smurf was. She felt that it was probably related to the BCC family. She would have to be vigilant when she met these people in the future.
I never thought that playing an online game could be so thrilling.
When I went offline, I said a few sweet words, but Mo Baizhijian didn't seem to like it.
[Private chat] Xu He: If you don't like it, we won't do it again in the future.
[Private chat] Mo Baizhijian: I said it.
[Private chat] Xu He: ...Why are you so self-torturing?
[Private chat] Mo Baizhijian: I enjoy it.
[Private chat] Xu He: Okay, you can continue to torture yourself, I'm going offline.
[Private chat] Mo Baizhijian: Good night, ma'am.
[Private chat] Xu He: Good night.
[Private chat] Mo Baizhijian: I have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Lu Wanwan was stunned, not understanding why he suddenly said this.
[Private chat] Xu He: What do you mean?
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: I said good night, madam, and you replied good night, it's not symmetrical.
Lu Wanwan frowned, this obsessive-compulsive disorder is new, right!
[Private chat] Xu He: Good night, master, it's symmetrical, right?
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: Did you see what's on my head?
[Private chat] Xu He: If you are not bald, you have hair on your head.
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: ...
[Private chat] Xu He: It could also be a green grassland. [Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian
: ...
[Private chat] Xu He: Or a green light.
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: Go offline immediately, don't let me see you.
[Private chat] Xu He: I know, wait a minute.
In fact, Lu Wanwan understood that he was referring to the title above his head: Xu He's husband.
But how could she say that?
She could accept him calling her Madam, but she couldn't call him husband or hubby, that was too shameful.
So, Lu Wanwan cleverly changed the title.
[Private chat] Xu He: Good night, my dear wife.
After this sentence was sent, there was no movement from Mo Baizhijian for a minute.
Scared?
When Lu Wanwan wanted to ask him if he had diarrhea, Mo Baizhijian suddenly moved, and used the folding fan she gave him, which was so elegant and graceful, and knocked her out on the spot. Lu Wanwan
was sweating, is it that serious?
[Private chat] Xu He: I tell you, you are murdering your own husband!
[Private chat] Mo Baizhijian: Get up.
[Private chat] Xu He: Get up and let you kill me again? I'm too smart to be fooled.
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: ...
Xu He lay on the ground, her eyes still
open. Mo Bai Zhijian stood beside her, staring at her with his eyes downcast.
Lu Wanwan did not log off, nor did he choose to resurrect on the spot.
[Private chat] Xu He: That's wrong, I have to teach you a lesson. [ Private
chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: Hmm?
[Private chat] Xu He: Baby, dear, muah, isn't it a very commonly used Internet term?
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: Yes.
[Private chat] Xu He: So, it's just a name, isn't it just a call, why are you so angry?
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: You are very courageous.
Lu Wanwan shuddered subconsciously, took his hands off the keyboard and did a chest expansion exercise before continuing to type.
[Private chat] Xu He: It's not that I'm brave, it's that I don't want to succumb to your power anymore.
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: ...
[Private chat] Xu He: Okay, my dear wife, I'm going offline directly.
[Private chat] Mo Bai Zhijian: ...
Before he whipped his corpse, Lu Wanwan quit the game. Before
going to bed, I went to Lu Guanghan's room and found that he was still holding the keyboard and cursing with netizens...
Lu Wanwan asked him: "What happened again?"
"Two idiots added me, and then killed me. After killing me, they started cursing, and I had to fight back, and I had to fight back so hard that even my own mother didn't recognize me."
Lu Wanwan looked at him suspiciously, and felt that he was clearly enjoying it.
Without the constraints of identity on the Internet, he just let himself go?
After standing and watching for a while, Lu Wanwan was puzzled: "Why is the mistress here?"
Lu Guanghan kept tapping the keyboard, without looking up: "He is responsible for force output, and I am responsible for language output."
"You two have a clear division of labor."
"What do you mean, I don't know what's wrong with him, he suddenly said he wanted to do a husband and wife mission." Lu Guanghan shuddered: "Little brat."
"What do you mean?!" Lu Wanwan was shocked: "He wants to marry you?"
"Yeah, children's things, what's fun about it?" Lu Guanghan regarded himself as a 27-year-old man.
"He knows your real gender, right?"
"He said he got married because he knew it, for insurance." Lu Guanghan paused while typing and shook his head: "I don't know what insurance to take."
"So, you guys have to..." Lu Wanwan coughed twice.
"Would I do something so childish?" Lu Guanghan successfully knocked one of them offline, rubbed his shoulders, and focused on the other one.
"Not really." Lu Wanwan said coldly: "After all, you still have to focus on Gu Qiaobei."
Hearing this, Lu Guanghan stopped using his golden hand to knock people down, and looked back at her: "Did you get Qiaoqiao's game account?"
"No, he said his agent doesn't let him play games, but I think he's reluctant to tell."
"Why?"
"How would I know." Lu Wanwan spread his hands.
"You can ask indirectly, or ask Han Jingmo, they have such a good relationship, he must know."
"Stop it, he is mad at me." Lu Wanwan said in a decadent tone: "I still have to apologize to him."