"I……"
Nanfang Zhou Wen paused for a moment. He had nothing to say and suddenly began to slap his big mouth hard.
One slap after another, the crisp sound hurt.
"I was wrong, brother, I was really wrong. Please don't kill me. Please, I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, and below me..."
"Don't."
Jiang Bai's long bow pressed against Nanfang Zhou Wen's head.
"You are really looked down upon by people like you. If you show your original attitude, you can at least die with a little dignity."
"Fuck!"
As soon as he heard the word "death", Nanfang Zhou Wen trembled even more violently. He hugged Jiang Bai's thigh and began to cry.
"Brother! Brother, I was really wrong! Please, I really don't want to die, I don't want to die."
"Dad! I can call you dad!!!"
However, the one who responded to him was still Jiang Bai's cold arrow.
Directly submerged into Nanfang Zhouwen's Tianling Gai, the shots were very deep, powerful, and numerous.
This time, Southern Zhou Wen lost 16 resurrection coins.
The family's financial resources have bottomed out.
He was really panicked.
After being resurrected again, Nanfang Zhou Wen could no longer die. If he died again, his life would be gone.
He stared at Jiang Bai blankly.
The eyes were confused and empty.
I no longer know how to struggle.
Studio.
The barrages continued and became more and more intense.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really miserable."
"What is the purpose of this old dream in an empty city? Why can we ignore the safety zone protection rules?"
"This guy is really scary, and his hands are really ruthless. This Southern Zhou Wen has only been resurrected a few times, right?"
"If nothing else, I don't know what Nanfang Zhou Wen did, but he looks so pitiful."
"It's a bit pitiful. He has killed so many times in the empty city and his old dream, and he still hasn't calmed down? He's almost done."
"That's right. Isn't it a bit excessive to do this in public?"
"Then it's still a human life."
…
The barrage kept going on. Zhan Wushuang, who was looking at the barrage in deep thought, suddenly had a glimmer of light in his eyes, and he quickly explained to his subordinates.
"Quick! Send a large number of brothers to the live broadcast room, set the rhythm, and extend the attack around the meanings of the above people. The darker the description, the better!"
"Made."
After saying that, Zhan Wushuang breathed a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the bed, his eyes shining with light.
"An old dream in an empty city, you want to be executed in public?"
"I want to show you what backlash is!!!"
Soon, Zhan Wushuang's instructions were implemented.
A large number of people suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room, attacking Jiang Bai as "cruel", "bullying the weak", "enough is enough", and Nanfang Zhou Wen was "too pitiful".
The wind direction starts to get a little skewed from here.
…
"Empty city dreams!"
At this moment, Parker Pen, the second-in-command of the [Tomorrow Star] Guild and the head of the war department, finally squeezed over.
He pointed at Jiang Bai and scolded him harshly.
"Old dream in an empty city, are you going too far!?"
"Anyway, our boss is just trying to smear you. In the final analysis, it's just a verbal fight."
"You are going too far to publicly execute our boss and take our boss's life like this!!!"
"That's right, isn't it too much?"
"You're going to kill people just for a verbal fight? Haha, I really am..."
"Is the old dream in the empty city so vengeful? This person is so scary."
Following the rhythm of Parker pen, the live broadcast room was also buzzing with discussion.
However, before Jiang Bai could speak, Long Tengao, who never suffered a loss, started scolding him.
"Excessive!?"
"I'm too spicy for you!"
"I'll tell you what, just because of your boss's two gossiping videos, Jiutian lost a third of the tens of thousands of guild members in three days!"
"Are you going to bear this loss?"
"Even if you don't say this, just because of your boss's video, my Jiutian brothers were besieged by everyone for several days in a row. As many as 54 brothers died permanently because of the sneak attack. I want to ask, the lives of these 54 brothers , who will pay for it!!!”
“Who will pay for it!!!”
The dragon's proud roar was loud and deafening.
"Are these 54 brothers who died because of your boss inferior to his Nanfang Zhou Wen's life!?"
"Now I ask you, does your boss deserve to die?"
"I……"
A quick output, direct drying of the Parker pen makes it impossible to say a word.
"And do you think your guild is such a good person?"
As he said that, Long Tengao directly pulled out a few unfamiliar faces.
There is no doubt that these people are all guilds that have been messed up by [Star of Tomorrow], and some guilds have been disbanded directly.
Some guilds suffered more than half of their casualties overnight.
Based on these descriptions of the scene, it is no exaggeration to say that [Star of Tomorrow] has committed many crimes.
But it happened that at this time, Jiang Bai posted the chat history between him and Nanfang Zhou Wen.
All players in the audience, including those in the live broadcast room, can see it clearly.
Suddenly, the barrage in the live broadcast room paused for a full 3.1415926 seconds!
Then, the direction of public opinion completely changed again.
"Damn! Mad, that's it, damn it! The most disgusting thing for me is this kind of gossiping bitch. This is simply worse than killing someone!"
"It turns out that Nanfang Zhou Wen has this face, then I have no sympathy."
"Hahaha, poor people must be hateful, this sentence is indeed true!"
"I have to say that in this kind of guild, the more people who eat this kind of food die, the better. Mader is born to make money without conscience. Although they don't carry knives, they kill people without blood!"
"I am the victim and I can guarantee that what they say is true."
…
In an instant, public opinion reversed.
And while the crowd was talking about it, the disgraced Parker pen that was scolded by Long Teng quietly disappeared without a trace.
After all, my underwear was completely stripped off.
At this time, Nanfang Zhou Wen realized how much of a crime he had committed.
Kneel down directly towards Jiang Bai again.
"I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. Give me a chance. I will never do this kind of thing again in the future. Really."
"I apologize to everyone I have wronged. I'm sorry. The reason why this happened this time was also instigated by [Star Temple] Guild Zhan Wushuang."
"Both of these videos were edited by me. The real situation is..."
In order to seek Jiang Bai's forgiveness, Nanfang Zhou Wen told all the truth.
After such a self-destruction, those who originally sympathized with Nanfang Zhou Wen could not even let out a single fart.
All that's left is disgust.
"I've said it all, it's an old dream in an empty city."
After finishing speaking, Nanfang Zhou Wen looked at Jiang Bai with a flattering expression.
"Can you spare my life?"
"Please, please swear to the audience in the live broadcast room and let everyone witness it. Can you promise not to hunt me down in the future?"
"I will never do this again."
Jiang Bai lowered his head.
Putting his mouth against Nanfang Zhou Wen's ear, he whispered.
"I'll send it to your mother!"
"Whoosh!"
The words have not yet finished.
Another arrow penetrated Nanfang Zhou Wen's chest again.
This time.
His body completely fell into a pool of blood.
His widened eyes seemed to be full of unwillingness, and his pupils gradually became dilated.
Until the corpse refresh time, Nanfang Zhouwen's corpse did not turn into a white data stream as usual.
Instead, it disappeared directly.
This means that this time, he will never be resurrected.
Before the live broadcast room is about to close.
Jiang Bai suddenly turned his head, as if staring at a certain camera, and showed a strange smile to the live broadcast camera.
