Coldly looking at the chat interface where the opponent’s mid laner kept harassing and insulting ng Luo, Bi Xia raised his hand to open the chat interface and typed on the keyboard.
World’s Strongest Little Flying Hero: Opponent mid laner, I’ll kill you four tis in the bot lane. Good luck.
[Holy shit!]
[Holy shit!]
[Holy shit!]
[Holy shit!]
[Holy shit!]
[Ahhhhhhhhh!!!]
A series of "holy shit" ssages broke the sudden silence in the live stream, and the barrage filled with "ahh"s instantly blew up the chat room.
Opponent Cutie Look Over: Yo, little friend from the bot lane wants to play hero? Be careful or big bro will co down and insta-kill you.
World’s Strongest Little Flying Hero: Try .
[Oh my god, is this the little guy hubby has been hiding? So handso!]
[Look at , look at , ahhhh, those eyes, that nose, that mouth, every move is absolute perfection!]
[So handso! Does he have a girlfriend?]
[Is he warning that guy? He’s so cool!]
[Wait, Supre? Ahhh, it’s the Supre!!!]
[Hold on, who is the Supre, explain!!!]
Watching the good impression indicator, which had long been set to silent mode, it was now flashing incessantly, brighter than usual. Feeling the fullness brought by the spiritual power, 007 contentedly patted its non-existent belly with its formatted little hands, [If only I’d let you start live streaming earlier, this increases the goodwill so much! This is way more effective than my usual efforts to gain experience.]
[You’ve got the looks and the personality, with skills in all eighteen martial arts. Just start live streaming, and I guarantee you’ll be more popular than those internet celebrities.]
’Thanks for the complint, but no interest,’ calmly rejecting 007’s suggestion, Bi Xia took advantage of the mont when Izreal had not yet respawned, first talking to the support bot holding the bottom lane, and then opened the equipnt to start reviewing, ’Right now, I just want to kill that guy four tis in the bot lane.’
[Oh oh oh,] 007 nodded quickly, [Good luck, good luck! Do you want my help as a little ga expert to analyze it for you?]
’Yes,’ Bi Xia answered frankly, ’Give an equipnt recomndation.’
[Sure thing, right away.]
In less than three seconds, 007 transmitted the equipnt recomndations to Bi Xia’s mind. Bi Xia quickly reviewed the suggestions, then went over the skills again, despite having seen Xu Renfei play before, making sure to morize each skill’s key points.
With a bang, Izreal reappeared in the fountain, his golden hair softly swaying in the wind as he lightly adjusted the goggles on his head.
Pop—
Bi Xia felt sothing in his mind break open, and a surge of overwhelming yet extrely pleasant waves rushed towards him, a streak of deep blue starry sky flashing in his dark eyes.
Bi Xia seed to hear soone in the computer saying ’hi’ to him, steadied his gaze at the computer, and in a daze, saw Izreal standing in the fountain look up and give a lazy smile. The man’s carefree voice slowly flowed out, ’Soone as handso as is usually the main character!’
Pausing slightly and shaking his head gently, the in-ga Izreal was still standing in the fountain, without any changes, making it seem like everything just a mont ago was an illusion.
"Ha." Bi Xia chuckled softly; was it an illusion? Looking up at Izreal, who had suddenly changed positions, it was no surprise that Bi Xia clearly saw Izreal winking at him, she knew it...
’007, was it your doing?’ Bi Xia’s expression didn’t change, as if nothing had happened.
[Yes,] 007’s voice sounded sowhat different, [Goodwill has reached the second level top, and spiritual power increased accordingly. The reason you feel like Izreal is talking to you is due to the increase in spiritual power and also a sign of my upcoming upgrade.]
Clicking his tongue, about to level up, he had almost forgotten that besides completing tasks to gain experience, high goodwill can also provide experience. This was great news.
However, closing his eyes slightly and then opening them again, Bi Xia felt his spiritual power flicker, and it was as if he had entered the Summoner’s Rift. The golden-haired man was playing with the yellow light ball in his hand, ’Ti to strike.’
Slowly looking up, stars twinkled in his eyes, his lips slowly curling up, and simultaneously, he spoke Izreal’s signature line, "Ti for a true display of skill."
’It’s ti to show so real skills.’
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