"Finally won!"
Seeing the crystal in the red square exploded to pieces, and the game page showed the game screen of "Victory!", this made Peng Yingying put down her phone, and at the same time subconsciously leaned back on the chair, and her beautiful face was also exposed. The look of exhaustion that is hard to conceal.
After all, this game lasted for nearly thirty minutes, and it was still under the condition of Devilofgod hanging up, struggling to hold on, and holding on with difficulty.
Fortunately, her teammates in this round were all the type who had a strong desire to win and lose. In the end, they had no intention of giving up. In the end, they persisted until Devilofgod's Sun Wukong came back, and a wave of team battles produced good results. In the end, he pushed away the crystal on the opposite side and won.
However, although the victory was a victory, the pressure this game brought to Peng Yingying, whether it was physical pressure or mental pressure, was extremely heavy.
Therefore, this made Peng Yingying particularly tired.
"Huh, I'm exhausted. Let me take a rest first. I'm really exhausted." Peng Yingying shook her head helplessly and said to the water friends in the live broadcast room.
At this moment, the water friends in the live broadcast room also continued to send out barrages:
"It's so bleak!"
"But fortunately, we managed to come back in this game. This can be considered a blessing in misfortune!"
"Your Diao Chan is quite strong and can guard the house to the extreme."
Seeing these barrages, Peng Yingying also smiled and said modestly: "No, no, I am really good at this round. If Devilofgod hadn't come back in time, I'm afraid we would have really lost this round!"
"The main reason is that you are being targeted!"
"Yeah, I don't even understand why the other side is targeting you!"
"That's right, then the dish is still aimed at you!"
"Naikita Mana!"
"This Diao Chan is too good!"
Seeing these barrages that suddenly became bad, Peng Yingying, who was exhausted, suddenly felt even more tired. She didn't know why the barrages suddenly became like this, and she couldn't help but argue: "No way, what's wrong with me? They are clearly targeting me, okay? Otherwise, how could I achieve such a record!"
"A rookie is a rookie, don't explain!"
"That's right, food is food!"
"You're such a noob, how can you help others get points?"
"Everyone else is a fan-facilitator, you are a fan-favorite anchor!"
One barrage after another angrily criticizing Peng Yingying passed through her live broadcast room, which made Peng Yingying feel a little aggrieved all of a sudden.
Why!
She has obviously been working very hard to play this game!
But they all came to target her, so what could she do?
She was completely restricted and couldn't play her role at all. What could she do?
This made Peng Yingying feel really wronged and innocent. She was really trying her best. From the beginning to the end, she was not acting, she was working very hard to play well and win.
But, why can't they see my efforts?
These barrages, full of negative energy, were like sharp blades, piercing Peng Yingying's heart, ruthlessly tearing open her wounds, and spreading blood on her bleeding wounds. It was given with a pinch of salt and filled her with pain.
"I'm a little tired, so I'll stop broadcasting now."
Peng Yingying held on to her emotions, said something, then bit her lip and turned off the live broadcast.
However, when she turned off the live broadcast, her emotions finally couldn't bear it anymore and she collapsed completely.
