Live At The Murder Scene

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After the game ended, He Jueyun had no choice to log out immediately. He squatted on the ground with the rest of the difficult friends and smoked a vague cigarette, feeling the pain from growth.

This copy, how to say it, seems to have learned a lot, but also seems to have learned nothing. Anyway, there is a new posture in the commemorative manual of #how花式送人头#.

...Nothing.

But I have to say that when there are many teammates, the frustration from failure will be greatly reduced. He Jueyun looks at the frustrated teammates around him, and even feels a bit funny.

While Zhang Wuping looked up at the computer room for a while, he clapped his hands and exited the live broadcast room, and He Jueyun logged out.

In the plain silver room, the roar of autumn wind echoed. He Jueyun stepped off the machine and pressed his temples to relax his nerves.

The curtain was lifted by the wind, and a leaf of still green color floated in. He Jueyun realized that he had forgotten to close the window, but he didn't want to bother at this time. He turned to the computer on the table, flicked his fingers, and logged in to his Sanyao account.

After the screen of the live broadcast room jumped out, He Jueyun first went to the room from his own perspective and scanned the comments.

He is not a star player. The audience is much smaller than the sky. Most of the people who come to guard are fans, so the comment area is still harmonious as a whole. This time, his performance can be regarded as excellent in horizontal comparison, calm, steady, and venomous... However, this does not affect netizens from continuing to call him Brother Q.

It's very angry. People like Tiancang are really good. They can do anything. They are still number one by the nickname.

He Jueyun glanced at ten lines and confirmed the audience's feedback on this copy. After closing the live broadcast room, he sneaked into the sky to watch, wondering how she finally escaped and where she went.

He originally thought that the firmament escaped into the sky after a hundred people were chasing him, but he also put everyone together. He should be very proud. But when he pulled the live video recording to the last few minutes, he saw the firmament holding his handbag and walking alone on a deserted mountain road, his body froze.

The sky hung down, staring at the toes of his shoes, his thin figure almost turned into a hazy mist. He Jueyun read her thoughts clearly from her face. She should be thinking where she is going.

Like duckweed without roots, come and go without any support. At most, following the wind and rain, following the current, fled to unknown places.

He didn't know why this person who looked unpredictable, alienated and indifferent seemed to be let him see through.

He Jueyun raised his hand and rubbed his face.

For Qiu Cang and Fan Huai, leaving is not the end, but just the beginning.

He Jueyun was still in a trance. The door of the room suddenly opened. A young monkey like a monkey jumped in from the outside and shouted in surprise, "Boss!"

He Jueyun immediately turned off the screen, put the computer screen down, turned around and blocked the table, and said coldly, "What are you doing? I don't know how to knock on the door?"

"Isn't it because you haven't come out?" The young man squeezed, pretending to be shy, "What are you doing so nervously, boss. Are you looking at the woman you can never catch up with?"

He Jueyun: "??" The employees of these years are very courageous. Not sure about the situation.

Freedom is over.