Jing Qian turned around and looked at Jing Jie. His pale face instantly turned red.
Jing Qian only tapped a few keys on the keyboard and a game interface appeared on the screen.
[The Murder's Past: Didn't you say that you brought a legend? This is what you refer to as a legend?]
[Please Call Me Little Devil: F**k this! Bro, don't bother listening to their bullshit! Has there ever been a time where they weren't beaten by us? This dumba** had the audacity to call himself a legend?]
[Eighteen Palms of the B*tch: Watch your mouth! Brother Jie is occupied with something else, which is why he is offline now. If you think you're that great, just wait for him to be back!]
TATATATATATA-
Just when 'Eighteen Palms of the B*tch' finished speaking, 'The Murder's Past' had beaten him to the ground.
