Li Changlin felt nauseous and uncomfortable.
After pondering for a moment, he typed and coldly said, "Reaping the benefits and still playing the innocent, White Elf, that's exactly what a bastard like you would do!"
It's no wonder Li Changlin was angry. White Butterfly was an admirer of his, and now she was being bullied by White Elf and even lost her own alternate nickname. Li Changlin obviously had to say something to express his displeasure.
"Who do you think you are?"
"Wow, that name's not bad, so filthy it's perfect."
"Tch, just a newcomer, get lost, kid!"
"That's right, that's right, been registered for so long, still a newbie, why don't you go die!"
There will always be some brain-dead fans who jump out to whitewash their idol.
White Elf was clearly in the wrong, but these assorted bastards were still desperately fawning over him—truly obedient as a drumming sound.
