Shao Gangan was licking his bag: "What?"

Lin Jiacuo: "Why don't you talk anymore."

Shao Gan Gan said, "I'm so tired to play tennis in the afternoon. If I hadn't even broadcast live, I would have wanted to sleep on my tummy."

Lin Jiacuo remembered the appearance of someone in the tennis class today, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously bent slightly: "You can die by playing tennis, but you really can't do it."

Shao Gangan rolled his eyes: "What's wrong? The man on the opposite side was fucking a few random balls, and I can't even get them even if I get them."

"How many blind things... feeding me?" Lin Jiacuo pressed the keyboard's fingers and stopped, "It's obviously your food."

"No, it's definitely not my food."

"You say you are a novice and you are not good at all? If you are willing to feed you a ball, you should burn the incense and be rude!

"But I really can't get it when he beats so much."

"Haha, it's your thing. If I were me, I would take him ten or eight moves in a minute."

Shao Gangan was dissatisfied when he heard this. In her eyes, Lin Jiacuo was the one who could complain, but if others dared to say something bad about her male god, they would make her lose all their money.

"Oh, please stop talking big, how can you beat someone a great master?"

Lin Jiacuo was not happy either. What he hated the most was that others said he was "dish".

"Ha! I'm a rookie, I've never met an opponent in tennis."

"Hahaha, cooperate with you to laugh a few times," Shao Gan laughed immediately after laughing, and said sarcastically, "If you can beat the great god down, then I will kowtow to you and call you dad."

"Cheng..." The words "Sheng" were pressed back into Lin Jiacuo's throat.

Wait, something is wrong.

Kill yourself? Is there something wrong with it?

Shao Gangan heard that he didn't say anything and thought he had admitted defeat, so she proudly drove a small pickup truck: "Tsk, how can children be so crazy? Forget this, let alone get in the car first and shrink the circle."

Lin Jiacuo's mouth twitched: "Okay, I'm crazy, I can't beat that great god, okay."

Shao Gangan smiled and inexplicably began a tone of "Wang Po selling melons": "It's normal, my great god's awesomeness soars into the sky, and ordinary people really can't compare."

Lin Jiacuo was stunned and suddenly pressed his finger down in a daze. This press just poked the jump key. The game character on the computer groaned and knelt on the ground.

“???”

“…”

Shao Gangan: "Why are you jumping off the car? If you can't beat my great god, you won't be ashamed to commit suicide."

“…”

"Cousin, you are still young, and you still have room for growth."

“…”

"You kids are just mentally unable to bear it!" Shao Gangan went down to rescue him while muttering.

After the rescue, Lin Jiacuo silently called a bag and drank a bottle of medicine.

The poison circle was almost approaching. After the two got back in the car, Shao Gangan quickly started the car.

When the pickup truck passed through the grassland, climbed over the mountains, and finally reached the line in the safety zone, Shao Gangan suddenly heard a soft voice from the headphones: "When will it become your home..."
Chapter completed!