[ are you triggered by Almighty K's act of protecting sister Qiao? Wake up, you're a noob! [ go back and hide! ]
[ don't give it away for free, daddy Ming!! ]
The netizens were frantically trying to stop him, but Ming Siran did not do as they expected. He quickly climbed up the building, chose a spot, and crouched down to take aim.
The netizens,"Yingluo."
Could it be that he still wanted to kill someone?
Just as this ridiculous thought appeared in his mind, before the netizens could send any mocking bullet comments, Ming Siran aimed at a running figure in the next second, and with a beautiful flick shot, exploded the other party's head!
The netizens were speechless.
Not only did the netizens 'eyes pop out of their sockets, but the live audience also couldn't help but exclaim in shock.
？？What was going on?
Luo Qiao's eyes widened and she looked at the man beside her in disbelief.
After the first shot, the enemy noticed Ming Siran's presence and started firing wildly in his direction. Ming Siran's long fingers were holding the mouse, his side profile clean and his eyes serious.
He didn't stay in this place for long. He quickly jumped off the building and changed to another spot to continue aiming.
Cai Miao's team, who had only been on guard against Han Jin and Qin Yuyang, didn't expect that there would still be a referee watching them. They panicked, not to mention that this shot was so f * cking accurate that it made their hair stand on end.
In that moment of chaos, Ming Siran had found an opening, and the audience heard a gunshot. Another member of Cai Miao's team had fallen!
One shot could be considered a coincidence, but consecutive shots were not.
The netizens:
[ what the f * ck?? ] [ I can't say anything else other than f * ck!! ]
[ Papa Ming knows how to play games?? ]
[ f * ck, if I don't shoot, it's fine. If I shoot, it'll definitely be a headshot. ] This wasn't just fighting, he was obviously an expert! [ this flick-shot prediction is absolutely godly! ]
The Cailin team realized that they were surrounded by Ming Siran alone, and they did not dare to move. Who knew where his demon flail was aiming at them?
However, Ming Siran only had eyes for the heads of the players. He was bored by the fact that Cai Mao's team did not come out. He left the building and was not sure when he had become the commander.
The man lifted his eyelids slightly and said in a sexy voice, " "Attack the building."
Han Jin and Qin Yuyang rushed in. It was three against two. Everyone only heard intense gunfire. When they reacted, two people were already lying on the ground.
Cai Chen took off his headphones and slammed them on the keyboard. His eyes were filled with hatred.
The audience was stunned for a moment, followed by earth-shattering cheers of excitement.
He won!
Sister Qiao's team won!
At this moment, in the chaotic light and shadow, the men and women around him began to shout those three words madly, "
"Ming Siran! Ming Siran! Ming Siran!"
The man let go of the mouse, leaned back, and chuckled casually. From his eyebrows to his jaw, every line of his was alluring.
With three gods taking care of one dish, Luo Qiao won the competition with a dumbfounded look on her face. Before she could come back to her senses, she saw the man beside her turn his head and look at her with a smile in his peach blossom eyes.
"Little sister Qiao Qiao, Huahua."
Luo Qiao quivered in an instant, her back stiffened as a bad feeling struck her.
Ming Siran looked at her lazily, and said slowly, " "I helped you win."
“……”
"Do you still mean what you said?" he asked slowly.
“……”
"Tonight or tomorrow night? Hmm?"
Luo Qiao heard him chuckling delightedly in the noisy environment.
"Big brother can't wait."