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At the same time, Thin Hell covered his face with his hands helplessly, and was speechless for a while.

The little wild boar and the bull's head and horse face on the side also chose to be silent very tacitly.

Because, in just a few minutes, Thin Hell experienced several consecutive failures.

No matter how you fight, you just can't beat the stickman.

Finally, the bull-headed horse patted Thin Hell on the shoulder and said.

"How about you go wash your face and calm down?"

At this time, the bull's head and horse face had already seen some clues.

In the first small round between Skinny Hell and the Stickman, he used his solid basic skills and innovative blood-selling tactics to push the Stickman into the edge, thus gaining an advantage and winning in one fell swoop.

This shows that with the strength and state of Thin Hell, it is possible to defeat the stickman.

But for some reason, since he determined the stickman's style of play, he seemed to be caught in some kind of strange circle and couldn't get out.

No matter how you fight, it just doesn't go your way.

Even if he wants to imitate the appearance of the first small round, using blood selling tactics to push the stickman into the edge of the board.

But when it is actually implemented, it is not always as smooth as the first round.

Often because of selling too much blood, he loses the battle before he pushes the stickman into the board.

There is no way, the state of Thin Hell is not right.

However, at this time, Thin Hell understood the good intentions of the bull head and horse face, but still shook his head stubbornly, and restarted the game.

Soon, the first opponent Feifei appeared.

Seeing this, Slender Hell hurriedly manipulated the game character and took the initiative to attack, trying to kill the opponent with the superb stand-up technique as before.

This time, however, the situation seems to be a little different.

Thin Hell slowly approached Feifei, and kicked out with a heavy foot.

That distance seems to be the limit distance for standing heavy.

According to Feifei before, there are usually two options.

One, take a step back, dodge the attack, and then look for an opportunity to fight back.

Second, active defense.

Of course, there is actually no difference between these two options, both of which do not lose blood.

However, this time, Feifei actually chose to stay put.

Next, Slender Hell's heavy foot was kicked out like this, and finally it was a palm-sized distance away from Feifei.

Missed!

At this time, Feifei quickly seized the opportunity, taking advantage of the time for Shouhe Hell's heavy-footed closing move, and quickly released the killer-Ba Zhinv.

Her figure quickly passed through the short distance between the two, and it was a sure-fire hit!

Next, another tear.

And after this tearing, the blood volume of Thin Hell directly exceeded half.

Seeing this scene, Thin Hell blinked, a little in disbelief.

As for the bull head and horse face, of course he saw the reason.

distance!

Just now, when Thin Hell kicked out of the stance, the distance was not well controlled, which revealed his flaws.

This kind of mistake should not be done for a top standing back master like Thin Hell.

But skinny hell at this point is committed.

The situation got worse.

And when he got up from the ground again, his body was pushed to the edge by Feifei, and he was at a disadvantage.

Originally, Feifei's standing back ability should be a bit worse than Slender Hell.

Even standing on the sidelines, he should be able to break away from the sidelines and recover his disadvantages through hard power.

But this time, Thin Hell just couldn't get out.

He jumps, and the opponent ascends the dragon.

He dodged AB, and the opponent waited to grab his dodge position.

He fought back with his fists and kicks, but he couldn't fight back.

Even if he wanted to have a new CD, the other party seemed to be waiting to lie to him at any time, without giving him a chance.

In this case, Thin Hell made another low-level mistake.

When Feifei on the opposite side didn't make any moves, she forcibly released her ultimate skill.

This one is sure to kill and is directly blocked by the opponent.

Generally speaking, the stronger the moves in fighting games, the longer his recovery time will be.

As a must-kill skill, one can imagine how long it takes to recruit.

Taking advantage of the time when the old lady could react to the move, Feifei on the opposite side directly stood up and punched Slender Hell in the face.

Then, the three sunflowers were connected.

"Crack...crack...crack..."

Three consecutive blows, one after another, hit the body of Slender Hell, and it seemed to hit everyone's heart.

And after three sunflowers, Slender Hell's HP immediately bottomed out.

"KO!"

Seeing this scene, Thin Hell stretched out his hands to cover his face again.

This was the first time he lost to his first opponent, Feifei, and it was under the circumstances that he was obviously much stronger than the other opponent.

"It's messed up, it's messed up." The bullhead looked at the skinny hell at this time, and couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Moreover, he is well aware of the state of Thin Hell at this time.

To put it simply, the mind exploded.

And the result after the mentality exploded can be imagined.

So at this time, the bull-headed horse-face patted Thin Hell's shoulder again and said.

"Or, take a break."

At this time, the little wild boar seemed to realize something, and quickly complained.

"That's right, take a break, I've been playing for so long."

Hearing this, Thin Hell finally nodded and stood up from the chair.

From the look of it, it is estimated that his game will be left for a while.

"I'm sorry." Thin Hell looked at the bull-headed horse-face and the little wild boar with a disappointed expression.

Seeing this, the two quickly waved their hands, signaling to Thin Hell to relax and not to take it to heart.

In short, they all expressed understanding of the situation in Thin Hell.

However, contrary to the real situation, the barrage in the live broadcast room of Little Wild Boar made it clear that he did not understand Thin Hell.

"What's going on with this skinny hell? Thanks to me, I came to this live broadcast room to watch it!"

"Do you know that this is Douyu's official live broadcast room, and many people who don't play fighting games can see it? Now, it's embarrassing to throw it at grandma's house."

"If you continue like this, I won't even dare to say I'm your fan."

...

Of course, there are also some barrages specifically for the game situation just now.

"I don't understand. Didn't you beat a stickman before? You should know how to do it. Why can't you beat it now?"

"It's alright now, let alone a stickman, even the first opponent Feifei can lose, it's really you!"

"The Feifei on the opposite side is obviously weaker than you, so you just go up and do it, can't you be done? Counseling, I know how to be cowardly all day long. Look, let the other party take a chance, and a certain kill will be sent to the edge of the page for you. When you get to the edge of the page I don’t know how to rush out as soon as possible, and even release Desperate Kill, I wonder if you will play fighting games.”

"Forget it, let's break up. Even Feifei can't beat him, let alone the stick figure behind him. I guess he won't be able to win the whole day today."

...

These similar barrages kept drifting past, almost occupying the entire live broadcast room.

At this time, Thin Hell, who had just stood up, just glanced at the live broadcast room, and his expression changed instantly.

However, he did not speak.

As if noticing this, the bull head and horse face took the initiative to stand between the thin hell and the computer, and smiled.

"Go and wash your face."

Thin Hell listened to the words and took a deep breath.

Turn around and leave.

Of course, no one knows whether he went to wash his face or not.

And seeing Slender Hell leave the office, the bull-headed horse-face finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He rushed to the camera and yelled.

"You idiots, can you shut up!"

"You guys dare to call yourself fans of Skinny Hell, it's just anecdotal!"

Hearing the bull's head and horse's face, the barrage seemed to be even more arrogant.

"What's the matter? Why don't you tell me if you didn't fight well?"

"I spent money to get a card for Skinny Hell. Why am I not a fan? Didn't you see that I was wearing his brand?"

"It's all beaten up to what it is now. If we don't teach him, how can he improve?"

Seeing these bullet screens, the bull head and horse face laughed out of anger.

"You people, are you really teaching the world champion to play games?"

"Would you like to come and try, let alone skinny hell, I can torture you with one hand!"

However, the meaning of the barrage is to vent emotions, and there is no need to talk about logic.

"Ox head horse face, what do you mean by this?"

"Messi's coach, can he play Messi?"

"Kobe's coach, can he beat Kobe?"

"Then why can't we teach Skinny Hell to play games? It's obviously very simple, but he keeps making mistakes!"

...

Seeing this, the bull head and horse face directly held his breath in his chest, unable to speak for a long time.

This time, the barrage became even more arrogant.

"Look, you can't be reasonable enough for us."

At this time, a short-tempered little wild boar couldn't stand it anymore.

He looked directly at his team members and shouted.

"Shut up! Anyone who sends those bullshit again will be silenced!"

"It doesn't matter whether he is a duke or a king, all of them will be sealed, and the ban will never be lifted!"

Hearing what the little wild boar said, everyone responded one after another.

Seeing the current situation, they were also upset.

For the decision of the little wild boar, of course, applause.

However, not only Douyu, almost all live broadcast platforms have a bad point, you can apply for a trumpet.

So, after hearing what Little Wild Boar said, the arrogant tuba in the live broadcast room disappeared, and all of them became first-class trumpets.

Of course, the barrage sent by these first-class trumpets was as unsightly as before.

And if one is sealed, there will be another one immediately.

Seeing this scene, even the little wild boar shook his head helplessly.

He had no choice but to set up a live broadcast room to restrict low-level trumpets from speaking.

At the same time, hide the barrage floating in the live broadcast room.

Meanwhile, Skinny Hell is back.

"I'm back, let's continue the game."

Judging from his complexion, he should have just washed his face and regained a little radiance.

However, when he sat back on the chair and was about to restart the game, his eyes were abnormally dull.

Even the hands that operate the joystick don't look as flexible as before.

Seeing this scene, the bull-headed horse-face and the little wild boar looked at each other and shook their heads.

Apparently, Thin Hell's condition hasn't improved much after taking a break.

And the game, in this case, restarts...