Liang Liang pulled his shadow demon online "They must be fighting roshan, let's take steady steps..."

What interrupted Liang Liang's words was the lightsword roared by the Beast King, and the rainbow that kept jumping above his head.

Tang Lian: "Shen Zi lost!"

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The snow rose again, and the sky was dark. A person walked out of the Deep Purple Sports Hall. They did not laugh or insult, but just walked silently with their heads down. Occasionally, they brushed the snow on their heads and bodies, and then put their hands on their faces, as if they wanted to make their warm cheeks and soothe their frozen hands. Perhaps, they wanted to deeply imprint the sensation of coldness into their hearts.

The audience at the Deep Purple Sports Hall has almost been exposed, and the members of the Mingyue team also resigned to Tian Yi and returned to the hotel. The staff of the Game Storm are still dismantling their equipment. The referee is still reporting the results of the game to the boss and the scores of their respective members.

After finishing all these tasks, the referee looked at Zhuo Shang’s five mobile phones, smiled bitterly and shook his head gently.

When he opened the door of the home team's box, the referee saw five young men sitting there motionless, his face full of loneliness and sadness that should not appear at their age. Especially the oldest one, with tears in his eyes, but he raised his head and tried not to let him fall.

The referee put his cell phone on the table and patted each of these young men's shoulders. He had been doing things for five years and had seen too many happy and sad people. He knew that this kind of persuasion was useless.

Just as the referee was about to close the door of the box, he still said: "There are a lot of text messages on your phone, let's take a look!" Seeing that they were motionless, the referee seemed unable to bear it, and said again: "It's like this when people live, there are both losses and losses, and no one can be smooth sailing for the rest of their lives."

The fat man leaned on his forehead with his hand and picked up his cell phone. He knew what those text messages were, comforting, without any substantial comfort, but when people are fragile, who doesn’t want to hear a few comforts!

Chen Suqing: You always said before that the setbacks and sufferings I have suffered are not all bad things. That may be my lifelong wealth. Now I will comfort you like this. I took Dafu home. It was snowy outside and it was a bit cold. Wear more clothes. Come back early and don’t worry your parents.

Xiao Zhangfei: At least we have upgraded. I don’t say this, but I’m telling you that we will meet Mingyue next year and take back what we lost.

Lao Fei...

Guo Feng...

The bull runs...

What the fat man could not imagine was that Chi Wen actually sent a text message, no, it was a MMS.

A picture without any text modification. What Chi Wen sent was their team logo of the phoenix ashes: a fiery red fire phoenix flying with wings spreading.
Chapter completed!