Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 120 Hold on, we can win! 8
When Xie Cen came back from the bathroom, he heard Xin He's soft voice talking to the mouse in a low voice.

"What are you talking about?"

"Boss, you are back, and you didn't talk about anything. Boss, let me tell you that this young lady is so cute," replied, and the mouse complained softly, "I don't know why I went there, I just dawdled for a long time. online."

Mouse had just introduced himself and Jiang's name, and now he heard another slap in the face, and Xin He couldn't help laughing: "Is your team's name so random?"

While chatting with the mouse, Xinhe had already seen a lot of news from the barrage.

She said that during the last round, there were so many people in the live broadcast room, it turned out that it was Xie Cen who brought the popularity.

All the comments on the bullet screen were crooked, and they all despised Xin He in unison.

[Boiled eggs, you, you, you, enough!Hurry up and restore your original pouty face, a soft and cute image is not suitable for you! 】

[Fuck, I'm not used to not hearing the braised egg for a whole round. 】

[The great master Yichen is indeed a great master, even the short legs are defeated by the pomegranate skirt of the great master. 】

[Boiled egg, look carefully ahead, the thousands of girls in front are all your rivals in love! 】

[I didn't expect to be as arrogant as a marinated egg, and there would be a day as a little woman, I couldn't believe it. 】

[Little short legs begging you to quickly change back to the image of a female man!Wife is not used to it! ! 】

Xin He looked at the content on the bullet screen, wrinkled her face, and wanted to refute them seriously, but thought that Xie Cen was also opposite, so she gave up struggling.

Left and right Xie Cen also couldn't see the comments in her live broadcast room, so what was there to be afraid of.

So, Xinhe chatted with the mouse very calmly.

After waiting for nearly 5 minutes, the garlic on the other end went online. Xie Cen suddenly clicked cancel when the match was halfway through.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Xin He also asked: "What's wrong?"

In the next second, Xinhe heard Xie Cen's deep voice and remembered: "Do you have a diamond number?"

"Yes, yes, what's the matter?" Xinhe said yes, but in fact, he called Shuangmao frantically in his mind: "Maomao, hurry up, help me get a diamond number, all heroes and skins Prepare them all for me, as well as the inscription, remember to choose a gentle name for me."

"Okay..." The cat wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end, and went to help her get the data according to Xin He's request.

As soon as Shuangmao's voice fell, Xie Cen's voice also came over: "There are too few heroes on this account, and the inscriptions are not matched properly. It is a bit difficult to play in the late stage of the king's game. I happen to have a diamond account. Let's play the diamond game." .”

With such a wretched account, Xie Cen was too embarrassed to play games with Xin He.

He would rather expose his private account than use that wretched account to continue teaming up with Xin He.

These three accounts are Mouse's own trumpet, which heroes does he not know?
So when he heard Xie Cen's words, he turned his head and wanted to refute, but unexpectedly, Xie Cen spoke first and blocked his words, "Mouse, go find a diamond account, if you don't have one, I'll call Caijiao to go online .”

Having been with Xie Cen for so long, the mouse could see what he meant at a glance, thinking that now was not the time to make a deal, so he didn't break the news, obediently obediently went to find the Diamond.

As a professional player and streamer, Mice didn't have much else to do, except that he grabbed a lot of game accounts, and by the way, distributed one to garlic.

(End of this chapter)