Chapter 111: Live Teaching of the BP Scene

At the WE players' bench.

Abu watched the extra person on the opposite side, his eyelids twitching wildly. He knew BSYY, the jungler and captain of the former LOL team Hwa Yi Spider.

As a team that was just one step away from the LPL, Hwa Yi's strength was not poor.

Being able to serve as team captain, in terms of game understanding, BSYY could be said to possess a quite good level. Now that the opponent suddenly appeared in NXG's coaching staff, for them...

Actually, most of the time he was exploring some powers of the future, after all, he would inherit a part of Earth's power in the future, even becoming the current agent of Earth's will.

He did not call out to Anqi'er either, but got out of bed on his own, walked to the round table, and poured himself a glass of water.

If they died, it would be as Minghan Kingdom wished; internal chaos would arise, joining the enemy invasion, causing the common people to suffer, and even the palace would see countless casualties.

Clouds had some thin sweat on her forehead. Menggu Qing, seeing this, called Clouds forward, waved away her handkerchief, wiped the child, and then personally fed her a drink.

She did not believe that the kind and benevolent Monk Jingrong of the past would act this way; the person before her must be an imposter.

First, Feng Yuan knew he was the new recorder, and perhaps also knew he had supplemented the records, yet he pretended to know nothing in front of Uncle Ma; this itself was unusual.

He just didn't know what was so good about his broken house; weren't most houses in Xianyang like this?

Terrifying flames and massive ammunition almost predetermined the fate of these bugs the moment they fired.

"And then, wouldn't that corpse appear in the home of the person who died at the village entrance?" Wu Yuan said, speaking tentatively.

Although the crowd did not know the history of this blade, the shocked tone of the middle-aged man allowed them to imagine that this was certainly no ordinary object. Thinking thus, everyone went mad, screaming as they rushed toward the Demon Blade.

Mu Qingge reached out to hold Feng Juechen's neck, then leaned in and kissed his face hard. "I love you too." Sometimes, speaking sweet words was necessary.

It turned out that Lame San's mother had passed away many years ago; at first, he didn't know her spirit remained in the human world. Last year, when his body began to fail—one leg was injured and became immobile—he lost his ability to work, and the family lost its source of income.

Even Zhang Kun was completely defeated in front of Ling Tian. Those who had sneered before were all dumbfounded.

Not only were her personal clothes gone, but her fair and tender skin was covered in red marks, and a strange sensation kept coming from her chest. Without making much movement, just a slight lowering of her head, she discovered the culprit behind it all.

What happened next was simple. After Dad and Mom met, Dad's resilience caught Mom's attention. Then, perhaps Mom had grown tired of the tastes of those refined scholars, and suddenly encountering a person with Dad's personality moved her greatly.

Under the support of the Martial Soul, Shen Jiannan's true essence, thick to the extreme, swirled up, transforming into a towering torrent. It roared out and then slammed heavily down upon Ling Tian.

The instant the doorknob began to turn, everyone's hearts rose to their throats, because the next second was the moment of judgment. Yet they lacked the power to influence the outcome of the judgment; they could only passively accept whether it was success or failure, eternal sleep or already awake.

In an instant, as that iron fan fell, a sword qi, carrying unparalleled sword sharpness, swept down.

Moye waved his hand, indicating he did not care. After exchanging some false greetings with the Demon Lord, Moye brought up the matter he cared about most.

Wang Hu was indeed the former leader of the younger generation of the Wang family; his words were sharp, striking without drawing blood.

Xie Yuanyi was too lazy to deal with this fellow, busying herself with running the Ice Spell she had just mastered.

After Prince Hao left, Long Shao was still shaken. Looking at his wrist, he saw several red handprints. He shook his hand, yet still felt a bit of pain.