Chapter 1705

In the game, it is normal to bump into ID names.

You are like me, I am like you, even the same is nothing.

Some fans will directly imitate their idols to express their love.

When he was playing games before, he met a man named Rao Rong.

These are all very common.

So, for a game ID.

Qin Mo would never come to this match.

Rao Rong's eyes shifted for a moment, and when he was about to continue reading, he scanned another ID name, "Luoluo Wuxia", and the word Wuxia was deliberately weakened, as if there was nothing there.

Of course, these are not the point.

The key is the style of play of those two people.

For example, T of Spades chooses Z of Spades, who was the best assassin at that time.

And Luoluo Wuxia chose Luoluo's best mage.

That girl named T of Spades? She also dyed her silver hair and has no tear moles, so she wants to order one for herself.

Raising his eyes to look at the camera, his voice sounded very weak: "Everyone knows how noisy I have been during this period, some spades fans, don't come to BB again, you don't want to watch me play games, get out."

After hearing that sentence, Rao Rong turned his head to look at Qin Mo.

These things are nothing to him.

Qin Mo should be too.

Only this level, of course, will not come to play a game.

What happened before that made Qin Mo make this decision.

Before his thoughts fell.

In the live broadcast room, a wave of barrage popped up: "God T is so handsome, our qualified spade fans are not the ones who come here to make trouble."

"Same as the one above, I like Spade Z, and I also like God T."

"In my mind, Emperor League and Spade Z are irreplaceable, but this does not affect my support for God T."

"God T, come on!"

Seeing this, Rao Rong couldn't help but smile, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked: "A fan of Little Spade?"

"Self-proclaimed." Qin Mo threw two words over.

Rao Rong chuckled: "I'm afraid I really like Little Spades, but it's quite funny to support each other while saying that it's irreplaceable."

"Normal." Qin Mo began to log in slowly: "Did you really take these likings?"

Rao Rong's eyes were low but still calm: "I'm still a little chilled."

"I thought your heart was completely dark at that time." Qin Mo said at that time.

Rao Rong knew exactly when and how he got up again, only Rao Rong himself knew.

How many times have I felt that living in the dark is nothing.

Anyway, the world is like this.

What is human nature.

When you shine, the tuft maintains.

When you are defeated, trample at will.

People who say they like you don't know where your despair lies.

You can't express all of your heart.

Because no one understands "Longquan is on the tongue, but blood is not seen in killing people."

Their liking may be the last straw that overwhelms the original intention.

Those who defeat us are never the opposite enemy.

It's that we compromised and became like each other.

But, fortunately, he came out.

Don't be trapped in your heart, and don't be afraid of the future.

It's because Rao Rong understands.

There is a human nature in this world that you can't explain.

Even if it's just you sitting here like this.

It can remind people why you work so hard to play a game.

Because, there are them fighting side by side.

Because, I want to fight for my country one day.

Because, even if you have been drinking ice for ten years, you are not the only one whose blood is not cold, but also the person sitting next to you who also walked out of the darkness and dared to wave the mouse again.

Perhaps only a few of them came out.

But Rao Rong believes that there are still many newcomers who are staying up late for training and have the same feelings as them.

They were never beliefs, let alone exceptions.

The world is so big, everyone has his own dream of a hero in his heart.

Whether male or female...