"No, that would be too shameless. I think every noble has his own dignity!"

"Tch, with the dignity of a hammer, I estimate that he can continue until eleven wins in twenty games. Let's just wait and see!"

…

With the refresh of the barrage.

Leng Shao, the character in the game, slowly typed out four words.

Buried Love Leng Shao: Five wins in eight games?

Everything can be hung: Yes!

Thirty seconds later, Burying Ai Lengshao turned into a corpse for once.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Good guy, I'm so direct, what the hell is this nobleman? Just give up if you can't beat him, why are you holding on so hard!"

"Yes, if you lose, you lose. After all, you lose to the Sword God, and no one will laugh at you!"

"Hahaha, I told you a long time ago that 11 wins in twenty games are waiting for you, just wait and see if you don't believe me!"

…

What everyone didn't expect was that the audience in the live broadcast room really guessed it right.

After a while, Mr. Leng, who buried his love, actually typed those words.

Buried Love Leng Shao: Twenty rounds, eleven wins?

Everything can be hung: OK!

Just like that, another moment passed.

After Li Haoze achieved his eleventh consecutive victory, Young Master Leng of Burial Love finally stopped talking.

Just when everyone was guessing what he wanted to do.

He suddenly disappeared into the PK room.

In the live broadcast room.

"That's it? That's it? Is this the way nobles do things? Then I've really learned a lot!"

"Hey, it's so embarrassing. Wouldn't it be over if you just gave up early? Why do you have to hold on so hard? It's so embarrassing!"

"Perhaps, maybe he feels that he can really defeat the Sword God?"
Chapter completed!