The Beautiful Time With You Chapter 490 - Husband, I Won’t Let You Die (2)

Chapter 490: Husband, I Won’t Let You Die (2)

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Seeing that Mister Numbers had come to save her, Shi Yao heaved a sigh of relief as though she had just escaped death in real life. “It’s alright, it’s Alright, I didn’t die…”
Very soon, Shi Yao was saved.
Lying on the grass, she began applying medicine.
When she was drinking her drink, she realized that Mister Numbers, who had saved her, was actually squatting beside her, refusing to leave.!!
She subconsciously wanted to ask him if he had gone offline?
But before she could finish her sentence, a text message from Mister Numbers appeared on the screen, “Husband…”
Husband… husband… is mister numbers… addicted to shouting?
Shi Yao instinctively wanted to ask him if he could pass this joke. She was just playing around last time..
Just like before, she still didn’t have the chance to say it out loud. At this moment, another text message from Mister Numbers appeared on the screen,”… I Won’t let you die.”
Shi Yao froze.
Staring at the message on the screen, she instantly forgot the embarrassing feeling that mister numbers had brought her when he typed out the word “Husband.”.
I Won’t let you die… roughly three seconds later, Shi Yao replayed the message that Mister Numbers had typed out in her mind, and she could clearly feel.., her heart trembled slightly.
Even though it was just a game, and even though she didn’t know Mister Numbers in real life, she had to admit that his words… had struck a chord with her..
She stared fixedly at the screen, unable to react for a long moment.
It wasn’t until another sentence popped up on the screen.
[111111] : “Let’s go, the poison is here.”
Shi Yao replied with an “Oh oh”before crawling up from the ground. With a long gun in her hand, she followed behind Mister Numbers and ran into the safe zone.
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Lin Jiage was much more nimble than Shi Yao in the game.
When he jumped into the safe zone, she was still about a hundred meters away from it.
He found a house and squatted inside. While waiting for her, he logged out of the game and went back to [ year of desolation ]’s livestream room.
Compared to the previous two times he watched it, the bullet comments in [ year of desolation ]’s live stream room could be said to have exploded.
—— no, no, I want to quit being a fan every year and go to love the second God on the list!
—— I can’t take it anymore, what should I do? I was seduced by 111111! His words just now were really too seductive. Husband, I can’t Let You Die… sob, sob, I really want to be called husband like this..
— was it my imagination? I actually felt that when 111111 typed this sentence just now, it was full of overbearing doting and gentle protection!
— upstairs, are you writing a novel about an overbearing president falling in love with a petite wife?
— I have to say, the second place on the 1111111 list is well-deserved. Those three shots just now destroyed a team, shot through the head, and didn’t have any useless operations. This is a slutty operation, this is a god, this is Bullsh * t!
But, speaking of which, didn’t you guys notice a problem? That is, 111111 calls the goddess husband, which means that 111111 is the goddess’wife, and that year is a big light bulb?
— hahaha, so every year is actually just a streamer who eats dog food? Every year you go too far! It’s fine if you eat dog food yourself, but you still want to eat it with us!
—— excessive + 1
—— excessive + 2
—— excessive + 10086
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Having succeeded in his evil scheme, Lin Jiage exited [ desolate year ]’s livestream room in satisfaction and returned to the game.
Lin Jiage didn’t relax after [ desolate year ]’s death. Instead, he began playing the game even more earnestly.
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