For him, the game is nothing more than a tool for revenge.
What kind of talented e-sports player is not important to him, and he doesn't need it.
Looking at Wei Liang's indifferent expression, Tan Xiao could only hold back the words in his heart.
Completely forgot his initial question, he just asked who Wei Liang was.
Seeing that Tan Xiao finally shut up, Wei Liang became happy.
He was finally able to talk to him now.
"Senior" Wei Liang called out with an expression like a lover.
However, in the next second, he saw the character controlled by Mu Ran and suddenly disappeared in place.
Wei Liang's face sank.
Tan Xiao also noticed it. He took off his earphones and immediately logged off.
What Wei Liang got was Tan Xiao's "captain" call.
He gritted his silver teeth.
There seemed to be something stuck in his throat, it couldn't go up or down, which made him extremely uncomfortable.
The cell phone rang at this time.
Wei Liang gritted his teeth and answered the phone.
"how?"
Uncle Li looked at the dark eyes on the screen, his heart skipped a beat with fright, and he almost turned around.
"Master, I'm secretly calling you right now." Uncle Li said quickly, his steps quickened a bit.
He successfully sneaked into the bathroom, seeing Wei Liang on the screen showing a trend visible to the naked eye, and his mood stabilized, Uncle Li heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he had the foresight. When he saw them playing the game, he quickly turned on his mobile phone and called.
Something almost went wrong.
Huh¡ª¡ª
If the young master gets sick, no one can control him.
Uncle Li wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and whispered to Wei Liang furtively, "Master, that guy is shopping outside."
Wei Liang gave a deep "hmm".
His face finally calmed down a bit.
He stood up and walked towards the window with his mobile phone.
He reached out and pulled open the black curtain, and the scene outside immediately appeared in front of his eyes.
The lively crowd below and the colorful neon lights made Wei Liang freeze in place.
The tip of his tongue rested on the palate, his two cheeks were clenched tightly, his breathing was a little disordered, and large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead.
A pair of black and white eyes are gradually covered with bloodshot red.
Rapid breathing, beating heart, every small change seemed to stimulate his somewhat tense emotions like needle pricks.
The sharp and mournful female voice rang in his mind: "You and your father are the same kind of people!"
"Why don't you die? Why don't you die?!"
"Liangliang, Liangliang, mom is wrong Mom is wrong"
"Wei Liang! Giving birth to you was the worst thing I ever did in my life!"
The same face, different expressions, intertwined and appeared in the cool brain.
"Stab¡ª¡ª"
The black sunshade curtain was suddenly pulled by Wei Liang's hand.
"Uncle Li, what are you doing here?"
The elegant and soft voice instantly calmed Wei Liang's broken emotions.
Uncle Li was embarrassed: "UhI"
Oops, why did this young man whom the young master took a fancy to suddenly come here!
How should he explain that he was standing obscenely at the bathroom door?
"Ahem, what?" Uncle Li pretended to be calm, but the hand hanging by his side, holding the phone, moved slightly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com