"Is this still called the Eighth King of Uncrowned? I'm really laughing."

"Haha, I'm going to be a member of KG passers-by, trash KG, and all Chinese teams who are boasting about it?"

Almost half of such barrage were directed towards Tian Tian. Those mean insulting and attacking words were like sharp swords that were about to plunge into people's hearts.

Tang Bingyao subconsciously turned her head, looked at Lin Feng, who was pursing his lips tightly, and asked in a low voice:

"Are you okay?"

Lin Feng took a deep breath.

Then he took a deep breath.

I took three deep breaths, then rubbed my face hard, then raised my head again, and my face had barely become normal:

"fine."

"Yes, a little angry."

That was the tone that became calm after trying to suppress the emotions.

But at this moment, Lin Feng's eyes flashed with an angry and dangerous light.

If the fat man is not good at fighting from scratch, he will only feel annoyed and anxious for the fat man.

But the problem is...
Chapter completed!