Chapter 687

Just the next second.

The young man walked over.

Putting his left hand on Lin Feng's shoulder, he still had that face when he raised his eyes.

Even if it is so pale that it has no blood color.

But still with silver hair and black eyes, so handsome that people can't help but pause.

"It's not necessary."

Very light three words.

Lin Feng turned his head and looked down, the red streak on the boy's wrist seemed to ooze blood.

That's it, isn't it necessary?

It was really unnecessary for Bo Jiu.

The boy knows exactly what the world looks like.

It is also very clear what human nature looks like.

"If you lose, you lose."

The back view of the boy standing there.

Tall and straight like winter pines and cypresses.

But even so.

Xue Yaoyao also saw the slightly clenched hands of the young man hidden under the uniform.

It must hurt.

When playing games.

What is it supporting.

And now what is he relying on to support the boy to stand here and admit defeat.

It is because the last trace of dignity of the Imperial League is to be preserved.

Some fans at the scene couldn't say anything anymore.

After all, anyone can see what kind of state the boy is in.

Even if you lose.

There was no intention of making excuses either.

Xue Yaoyao turned her face away, if she had been stronger, the ending would not have been like this.

Since when did we learn to cry.

When you feel sad, wronged and lost.

Since when did I learn to force the tears back into the eye sockets, and then stare unswervingly at those eyes from all directions.

There is a kind of growth that always makes people feel like wearing armor, not afraid of darkness.

It is because I believe that one day I will see the light...

Ceremonies always have to end perfectly.

The youth represents that the Imperial League has to come forward to shake hands with the captain of the opponent, and then it is over.

Just at this time.

Bang!

The door was pushed open.

In the midst of time, a slender and tall figure walked up and down.

The members of the Dimension paused the moment they turned their heads.

The man had a handsome face that everyone present was familiar with.

The sharp-edged side face has a blade-like indifference.

The battle uniform on his body made him look like the commander of Star Trek, and the white gloves were worn on his hands, which fit perfectly without leaving any gaps.

If a name.

Shouting out will make people feel powerful.

Then he is such an existence.

"Brother Mo..." The boy's words have not yet begun.

He was pulled into his arms by that person, followed by a pleasant and magnetic voice: "You are being bullied like this when I am not here, you are really promising."

The uproar at the scene can be imagined.

It's not just that there are thousands of people watching.

There are also live broadcasts on major online platforms.

Manager Feng stretched out his hand and pressed his aching forehead.

Why didn't anyone inform him that the Great God is back.

Just like no one else's hug.

How many media questions he has to deal with this afternoon.

The great god really made things for him as soon as he came back.

However, this is also good.

Because sometimes, he really doesn't know how to comfort Little Spade.

Being well-informed, he always feels that he doesn't look like a high school student when facing a teenager.

Not like a great god.

It seems that no matter what the boy looks like.

In front of him is the younger brother who should be pampered.

Bo Jiu didn't feel that she was being bullied, but because the smell of the master was so good, she couldn't help but buried her face in the man's chest.

The princess squatted beside her, very arrogant. Seeing that someone is suffering so much today, she will not compete for favor, and leave some room for fair competition to someone. Being a cat can't be too harsh.