Just the next second.
The boy paced over.
His left hand was on Lin Feng's shoulder, and his face was still the same when he raised his eyes.
Even if it was so pale that there was no blood. is still silver-haired and black-eyed, handsome and handsome.
"There's no need."
Three very light words.
Lin Feng looked back and lowered his eyes, the red on the young man's wrist seemed to be oozing blood.
That's it, isn't there any need?
It was really unnecessary for Bo Jiu.
The boy knew very well what the world was like.
I also know very well what human nature looks like.
"A loss is a loss."
The back of the boy standing there.
It stands tall like a pine and cypress in winter.
But even so.
Xue Yaoyao also saw the slightly clenched hand of the young man hidden under the battle uniform.
It must have hurt.
When playing the game.
What is it relying on?
And now what is it relying on to support the boy to stand here and admit defeat.
It is because it is necessary to preserve the last vestiges of dignity of the Imperial League.
Some fans at the scene couldn't say anything anymore.
After all, everyone can see what kind of state the teenager is in.
Even if it's losing.
There's no excuse either.
Xue Yaoyao turned her face sideways, if she was a little stronger, the ending would not be like this.
When did we learn to cry.
Feel sad, sad, wronged, and lost when you are sad.
When did you learn to force tears back into your eyes, and then look at those eyes from all directions unswervingly.
There is a kind of growth that can always make people like wearing armor and not afraid of gloom.
It's because I believe that one day we will see the light Ceremonies always have to end perfectly.
The boy represents that the Imperial League will step forward and shake hands with the captain of the other party, and then it will end.
It was at this time. syllable The door was pushed open.
In the middle of the time, a slender and upright figure walked up.
The members of the Imperial League paused the moment they looked back.
The man had a handsome face that was familiar to everyone present.
The angular side face has a knife-edge indifference.
The battle uniform he wore on his body made him look like a Star Trek commander, and the white gloves were worn on his hands, which fit perfectly without leaving a single gap.
If a name.
When you shout it, you feel empowered.
That's how he is.
The words of the "Brother Mo" boy have not yet begun. was dragged into the arms of the man, followed by a nice magnetic voice: "I'm not here, you are being bullied like this, it's really good." ” The uproar at the scene can be imagined.
It's not just a thousand people watching.
There are also live broadcasts on major online platforms.
Feng Da Agent stretched out his hand and pressed the corner of his aching forehead.
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Why didn't anyone inform him that the great god had returned.
It's like no one else's hug.
How many media questions he has to deal with this afternoon.
The great god really did things for him as soon as he came back.
Still, that's fine.
Because sometimes, he really doesn't know how to comfort the little spade.
He is well-informed, but when facing teenagers, he always feels that it does not look like a high school student.
Not like the great gods.
It seems that no matter what the teenager looks like.
In front of him, he is the younger brother who should be pampered.
Bo Jiu didn't feel that he was being bullied, but because the smell of the great god was so good, he couldn't help but bury his face in the man's chest.
The princess squatted next to her, very arrogant, for someone's sake, for the sake of someone who is so uncomfortable today, it will not compete for favor, and it will also leave someone some room for fair competition, and you can't be too harsh to be a cat. aa2705221: