Papa Loli open up

Chapter 8 Never seen such a brazen person

There are all kinds of people on the birth island of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, some wearing only big pants, some wearing a three-point style, and some with a red exploding head.

Sun Yifeng: "This afro is a bit arrogant, I'm afraid I'm going to be headshot."

Although there were few people in the room, there were still some sporadic comments:

[What kind of anchor is this?The anchor’s nickname is Feng Shui Master, but he’s eating chicken as soon as he comes in? 】

[New anchor?Hey, are you hanging up? 】

[The anchor's voice is pretty nice, but why doesn't he show his face? 】

All kinds of friendly "greetings" came and went on the island where he was born, and Sun Yifeng had long been accustomed to this.

As for why?
Learn more about Quality Plaza?
"You are my little little apple, like the most beautiful cloud in the sky..."

"Damn chicken! Who put Little Apple on the public channel?!"

"Is this... the song of the square dance?"

"What kind of apple?! It's like jumping into the airport!"

"It's the guy in the blue shorts, beat him to death!"

Sun Yifeng smiled sweetly and turned around in three steps, followed by a group of men and women waving their fists.

Barrage:

[Hammer, hammer shit on him! 】

[Is this new anchor still a little skinny? 】

[There is nothing wrong with playing the square dance song in the quality square! 】

After getting on the plane, Sun Yifeng began to figure out where to jump.

He glanced at the preset trajectory of the plane on the map, and said loudly to the public channel:
"I just broadcast Little Apple just now, you guys are kind of jumping into the airport! Fuck you gang of Dogecoins!"

Immediately the crowd was raging:

"Square dance dog! You wait for me!"

"Whoever dances like that, I will fuck you to death!"

"I am the tyrant of the airport, any one of you who jumps out of the airport will die!"

Sun Yifeng: "Whoever doesn't jump off the airport is a grandson!"

The plane flew over the river between the military base (airport) island and the main mainland at extremely fast speeds.

Sun Yifeng jumped off the plane, but the direction was wrong!
He was floating in the direction of the lighthouse!

Sun Yifeng looked towards the airport from a distance. There were only three words to describe that scene -

Put down the dumplings.

The air above the airport is densely packed with parachutes.

Sun Yifeng: "A group of fools without intelligence!"

After all, take a look at the barrage in the live broadcast room on the split screen:

【This nima is too dirty】

【This Feng Shui master is a dog】

[Master of Arch Fire? ? 】

[Fucking... the intelligence is a bit high, I paid attention]

[Didn’t the anchor say that whoever doesn’t jump into the airport is a grandson? ! 】

Sun Yifeng smiled evilly: "I am indeed a grandson. Although the host's surname is Han now, maybe he was surnamed Sun in his previous life!"

【I have never seen such a brazen person】

[Holy shit...Anchor, are you still shameless? ! 】

【Shameless thief! 】

At a safe height, Sun Yifeng took off his umbrella and landed.

Nima, is there a problem with the graphics card of this Alien computer?

The 2080ti graphics card is loaded like this?

Sun Yifeng rubbed his eyes and felt something was wrong.

It's not a problem with the graphics card.

The problem is his eyes!
He clearly saw countless small icons, that shape is the location icon on Baidu map.

There are dialog box signs above each icon: M416, sprayer, tertiary head, Red Bull (energy drink), frying pan...

These icons floated in front of his eyes. When he turned his vision and needed to run or observe, these icons automatically became like Bilibili's barrage, and their transparency became in vain.

Is this Nima god?
What's the situation, what the fuck...

He glanced at the barrage. It didn't say that I was cheating!

What the fuck is going on?
Like a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, he suddenly remembered what the system said——

Congratulations to the host for obtaining the "Eye of Equipment Tracking"!
The feeling of those icons floating in front of my eyes, like a mirage of fairyland, looming, is somewhat similar to those digital images that floated out in the lottery shop in the afternoon.

And others will never see these images.

It's just that the "eye of the future" is a magical skill that can predict the future.

The current "equipment tracking eye" cannot predict the future, but it can accurately tell Sun Yifeng the exact location of the equipment.

This shit!Brother is going to take off? !

Think of my anchor nickname "Jedi Feng Shui Master".

Why don't you relive the feeling of being a magic stick?
Sun Yifeng: "I see this tile-roofed hut under the lighthouse, facing the sea, with flowers blooming in spring. It used to be a restaurant in the world of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. There must be a frying pan in this room!"

Barrage:

[This anchor is probably out of his mind, right? 】

【Just blow it】

【Do you really think of yourself as a Feng Shui master? 】

Sun Yifeng pushed the door open, and a frying pan stood in front of the room!

【Fuck? ! ! 】

[Metaphysics eating chicken? ! 】

【…】

【6666】

[This is just luck, right? 】

System: There are currently 63 people in the live broadcast room, and the shock points from all members of the live broadcast room are +20.

Pick it up, Sun Yifeng just hung the pan on his butt.

Suddenly heard a "bang".

Frying sparks from the pan on the ass!
What the hell!

What's the situation?
Sun Yifeng looked back, and suddenly found a person aiming at him with a revolver!

I rely on!

The old bastard hiding in the house!
Run!

The barrage exploded:
[Others use first aid kits to seduce, but this one will be hooked by forcing a frying pan hahaha]

[Hurry up and kill this pretentious Feng Shui guy! 】

[Damn McRae is here! 】

[It's noon! 】

Sun Yifeng turned his head and ran out of the house.

The man, with a revolver in his hand, was in hot pursuit.

As soon as he ran to the road outside the door, Sun Yifeng felt bullets "swish" flying past him.

The snake skin can only move.

Sun Yifeng moved forward in an S shape with his butt twisted.

The man stopped again, sparks sparked from the muzzle of the revolver, and several shots were fired at Sun Yifeng again!
Bang bang bang!
Sun Yifeng seemed to be running forward with a firework stuffed in his ass, sparks flying from the pan behind him!

Stuffed with fireworks and blindfolded, our journey is the ocean of stars!

Damn ass, holding a revolver and chasing Lao Tzu.

Sun Yifeng glanced at the bungalow not far away, and the floating icon on it marked "S1897".

Isn't S1897 just a troll?

Sun Yifeng turned around and ran towards the bungalow. The man behind him chased and shot at him.

Bang bang bang!
Sparks suddenly flew out of the butt again!
This man's marksmanship is also impressive!
[God protector pot? 】

【Pan 6666】

[Why is the marksmanship on the opposite side so poor]

[Land into box pre-order! 】

Sun Yifeng didn't care too much, pushed the door and walked in. The floating icon showed that the S1897 (sprayer) was on the kitchen floor at the corner after entering the door.

The man was delayed by walking around and shooting, and when he entered the door, he was a little slower than Sun Yifeng.

As soon as he walked to the living room with the revolver, he saw a figure flashing in the kitchen on the left.

The man was startled and shot randomly, but he didn't hit anything.

"Let you fuck me!"

Before Sun Yifeng finished speaking, he pulled the trigger and shot the man.

The man fell to the ground.

"The Jedi Feng Shui master used S1897 to kill the boy chasing the wind."

"Still chasing the boy? This gun is like a dog!"

[This TM is a chasing boy, right?The bullets are all on the pot]

[Nima, what kind of luck is this? ! 】

[The rookie who was saved by a troll! 】

【Feng Shui Master Killed, Feng Shui Master Killed】

(End of this chapter)