The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 172

While looking at the podium, he muttered: "Arguing or something, I'm not mature at all."

"That's right." Lang Qiao nodded in agreement behind him.

Gu Congxin: "..." Excuse me?

Did she hear wrong?These two kindergarten students who compete to be each other's brother and sister every day, dare to sing and sing about their immaturity?

Who gave you your confidence?
This arena is full of fantasy, and there is no sense of disobedience in the mix and match of various styles.

If the shining light ball in the center of the stage is the representative of Tuhai, then this podium is a model of technology.

The square platform is raised and lowered, and there is a sunken handprint on each side.

Ji Shaoyi wandered around the square platform, and asked with a confused face: "What does this mean? Only by gathering all four hands can you summon the dragon?"

"Whatever it means, try it out." Gu Congxin couldn't wait to draw the prize, and put his hand on the sunken handprint first.

Others followed suit. When four hands, big and small, pressed the fingerprints at the same time, the mechanism of the podium was slowly activated.

Under the expectant eyes of the four of them, an opening was automatically opened above the podium, and the lifting platform rose slowly, and a frying pan for home cooking rose out.

The bottom of the pot is also engraved with the words 'First Prize of the [-]st Geun City PUBG Competition'.

The moment they saw the pot, all the villains' faces were numb.

After a few seconds of strange silence, Gu Congxin pointed to the words on the bottom of the pot, and said weakly: "This...the one with the words engraved on it should be considered a trophy, right?"

It doesn't matter if it's a prize or not, what she cares most about is her truth or dare.

Ji Shaoyi squeezed his chin, "Theoretically speaking, various large-scale professional leagues at home and abroad do have the habit of using frying pans as trophies."

"However, they are gold pots, silver pots and copper pots." Lang Qiao added.

"Then I don't care, the iron pot is still a pot anyway." Gu Congxin picked up the pot and made a gesture of holding a trophy, triumphantly said to Tian Luo: "You lost."

Tian Luo scolded 'knock' on the spot, pouted his neck and said with dissatisfaction: "Why? I also said that it is around the pan of PUBG!"

"Can you cook vegetables around your house?" Gu Congxin retorted.

Tian Luo: "Then your trophies are not allowed..."

"I don't care, trophy trophy trophy!"

"Periphery, surrounding, surrounding!"

The two quarreled from the stage to the audience without any result. Gu Congxin turned to look at Lang Qiao, and began to invite foreign aid: "Lang Jun, tell me, is this a trophy or a peripheral?"

Tian Luo was not to be outdone: "Boss, tell me, from the shape to the color of this pot, which item is not like the same PUBG peripheral?"

He was only looking for foreign aid, completely ignoring one point: when he was sent to the men's restroom of Manzhan, the three of them had a share.

Lang Qiao didn't even look at the pot, and said without hesitation, "The trophy."

Nothing else, she said that she was afraid that Gu Congxin would make trouble with her after returning home.

Tian Luo didn't expect her to speak up for him, so he looked at Ji Shaoyi expectantly, and began to reminisce about their lost youth when they disagreed: "Boss, I warmed the bed for you and folded it for you." Being, blocked the gun for you, shed blood for you..."

Before he could finish reminiscing, Ji Shaoyi's finger hanging by his side was touched by someone.

He was slightly taken aback, and felt someone hook his little finger and shake it lightly twice.

This coquettish flattery shook Ji Shaoyi's mind, and he grabbed the troublesome little hand with his backhand, and said without changing his face and heartbeat: "I listen to you."

Tian Luo: "..." I knew it.

After all, this Ji's family can't tolerate him anymore!

The rain outside was heavier than the day Yiping asked her father to borrow money, Tian Luo artificially wiped away her tears, and ran out of the arena without looking back.

Gu Congxin's devilish voice echoed behind him: "I'm willing to accept the bet, don't forget your truth or dare!"

Tian Luo: "..." If you take a risk, I will rush into the rain regardless, don't you care?
After all, it was a wrong payment.jpg
When Ji Shaoyi and the others came out together, they saw Tian Luo holding his knees with his hands, squatting under the corridor at the entrance of the stadium, the whole person was pitiful, weak and helpless.

As soon as Ji Shaoyi was about to taunt him, he caught a glimpse of a group of people walking towards them ferociously with foolish steps.

The person in the lead had dyed his hair yellow, and the hair of the three people behind him was also more bizarre than the last. The four strong men went to that stop like little demon fairies, pink, blue, yellow, and purple. up.

Huang Mao yelled as he walked: "Which of you is Lang's temptation?"

Judging from Ji Shaoyi's many years of experience in the crime department, the comer is not kind.

With a chill in his heart, he subconsciously protected Lang Qiao behind him, and said in a deep voice, "I am."

Even though Lang Qiao has no experience in committing crimes, she can tell that this group of people is not simple. She was struggling to come out from behind Ji Shaoyi, but he pressed her to death. ,obedient."

Lang Qiao: "..." Obedient with a hammer.

How can a real man let his wife rush forward to block the gun for him?
Before she could struggle any more, the group of people had already wobbled to a stop in front of them. Their haircuts looked like they had been struck by lightning, and they were even more terrifying when viewed from a closer distance.

Huang Mao patted Ji Shaoyi's shoulder, and the moment he opened his mouth, he was an old society person: "What the hell are you called Lang's Temptation?"

Although Ji Shaoyi didn't have a weird hairstyle, he didn't hesitate at all. He brushed his shoulder with his hand and said, "If you have something to say, don't touch it."

The pitiful, weak and helpless Tian Luo, who was squatting aside, saw that the situation was not going well, so he quickly stood up, stood in front of Gu Congxin and said, "What are you going to do?"

But Gu Congxin still shrank behind him and whispered, "He, he, he, he doesn't think our husband's skills are too good, so he wants to take her hand away..."

She does it all the time on TV...

As soon as these words came out, Ji Shaoyi and Tian Luo, who stood in the front row, shivered subconsciously, shivering.jpg
Huang Maocai didn't care what they were thinking, after admiring "good boy, you're kind", he waved his hands at his three brothers arrogantly: "Copy guys!"

Tian Luo almost fainted from this posture, and asked Ji Shaoyi angrily: "Boss, Boss, what should I do? He might want to chop off your hand..."

Ji Shaoyi was also confused by this battle, but when he thought that Lang Qiao was still hiding behind him, he straightened up unconsciously, and asked Gu Congxin without looking back: "The one you saw? On TV, did they take anesthesia when chopping their hands? I'm a little afraid of pain..."

Gu Congxin: "..." God damn it, why don't you worry about losing your hand?
And Lang Qiao clenched his hand with a solemn face, "I will call 120 for you in time."

(End of this chapter)