Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Without changing his expression, He Jiang consoled Shang Jing, “They already exhausted all their smoke bombs and didn’t have the capacity to do so.”
The smoke bomb would block off enemy’s vision and prevent someone from taking the chance to deliver the final blow to Shang Jing.
“Is that so?” Shang Jing had no doubt in his mind. After all, He Jiang has always been good at keeping track of what was in his teammates backpack.
He handed the phone back to He Jiang with dissatisfaction. Despite the legendary set up, he had only lasted 9 minutes in the match.
At this moment, he felt like a hungry kid who had his whole roasted chicken taken away from him, especially when he only got to taste a part of the wing after resisting the offer for half a day.
There was absolutely no fucks given to whether he was full or not.
It would not have been an issue if he managed to resist his urge and left the chicken alone in the first place. But now that he has had a taste, the thirst in him was insatiable.
How frustrating. If my hands weren’t shivering, I would have definitely won the round with my teammates.
If only I can turn back time.
Nonchalantly, He Jiang suggested, “If we get first place during the rapport game later, I’ll assemble an even more formidable set up for you.”
Shang Jing’s eyes brightened up. “Really? Didn’t you say it was difficult?”
He Jiang: “If there’s a will, there’s a way.”
Shang Jing who had intended to react passively in the game: “Deal.”
In the live broadcast.
“I have a joke. The retired legendary e-games master player, Soda, could only fend for himself.”
“Report! Soda has 5 more smoke bombs in his backpack!”
“Fam, I can finally understand why Shang Jing calls He Jiang a douchebag.”
“HAHAHAHAHA. He can’t escape from He Jiang.”
“The mystery has finally revealed itself. No wonder He Jiang told his teammates at the start of the match to not help him if he falls. He was setting a trap for his wife to fall into.”
“How should I let my son know the truth? How frustrating. I’ll stay online.”
“Can you bring me along to your next match? W
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