Chapter 1472 (1/2)

Pesticide game?

Who glorifies the king?

It's all about what.

Night Feng dance don't understand his ”technical terms”, put the mobile phone aside, calm and relaxed way: ”play with things, I want to practice.”

Gu Xiying looks at the mobile phone eagerly, wants to grab the mobile phone to play the game, has tried several times, the finger has pierced in the past.

Then, he saw the side is happy to eat snacks of the little black mouse, showing a sly smile.

It will be ten o'clock in the evening.

The night Feng dance just meditates to cultivate good, open an eye to hear knock on the door.

Get up and open the door.

Gu huaiming came in with snacks.

They are all imported nutritious snacks.

”Miss Li, I think you are very thin. You should eat more!”

Gu huaiming put down his snacks and began to look for his son, ”Miss Li, where is my son now?”

The night Feng dance points to the sofa.

Gu huaiming looked and saw a little black rat tugging at the screen of his mobile phone with his little paw.

He leaned over to see that the little black mouse was playing the pesticide game. Although it was clumsy, it did not prevent it from taking a three kill.

”My son is really good! Son, how did you become a little black rat? ”

Night Feng dance while eating snacks explained: ”he is just attached to the black body.”

Gu huaiming used to know little about his son and care about his son's preferences. Now seeing that he can operate so smoothly with the little black mouse's paw, he can't help boasting: ”son, you can go to the game at this speed.”

The little black mouse squeaked.

”Dad, I've played in competitions before, and I've won trophies,” yefengwu said

Gu huaiming sighed and felt his small head with guilt. ”If only dad had awakened earlier.”

In the past, my son liked to drag racing, bought expensive shoes, and played games day and night. In his opinion, he was frustrated and didn't want to make progress.

Since his son died, he began to understand everything that his son loved.

Playing games is not all about the loss of playthings. Now there are E-sports competitions, which can win glory for our country.

”Dad, it's OK. Look at me take a five kill! ”

”Good!” Gu huaiming came to have a look.

Ye Fengwu sits on the opposite sofa, watching one person and one mouse in the fierce game, and feels that the picture is inexplicably strange

Of course, she's not the only one who feels weird.

And Gu Xiying's teammates in the game account.

As we all know, after Gu Xiying died, the game account was shelved, and his avatar never lit up again.

Today, I saw his head lit up, not only online, but also in the game, which made my teammates talk about it.

”Lying trough? Is the number of Hijra online

”Which tortoise grandson stole the name of Xiying God? Aren't you afraid that Xiying God will come to you in the middle of the night?”

”Who are you, get out of my idol's name!”

Gu Xiying hit five times with his black mouse paw and pushed the other party's crystal. When he came out, the private letter exploded.

Gu huaiming naturally also saw the content of the private message, picked up a small biscuit and fed it to the little black rat's mouth. He joked amiably: ”if they knew that it was a little black rat that they were playing games with, they would be scared to pee.”

”Ha ha ha, that's for sure.” Gu Xiying laughs heartily. He never thought that his father, who is always unsmiling, would have such a lovely and kind day.

It lay on the screen and typed out a line.

”Brother is just a legend. Don't be infatuated with him.”

”Damn, where did you get the second disease?”

”Do you feel that this tone is very similar to the great God of Xiying?”