"You are the only one who is qualified to speak of God Ember like that? A fake will still be a fake if he practices for another eight hundred years." In the LPL backstage corridor, a female voice that sounded like tempered thin ice rang out.
Hearing his name, Yu Yan's narrow eyebrows raised with interest and looked towards the place where the dispute was taking place in front of him.
"You have the kind of brainless fan who deserves to be called Ember? Why is the dog barking and the dog owner doesn't come to pull the rope?" The man who was insulted looked at the girl wrapped in front of him with only one pair of eyes exposed, and his words were full of insults and malice.
Lu Ran was so angry that he was shaking, but he was surprisingly calm: "Stop, the winning team will have an exhibition match soon, do you dare to accept playing solo with me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire corridor became silent. The person who was called out by Lu Ran seemed to have heard some joke. He turned to look at Lu Ran with a more sarcastic look, and then made a downward movement with his hand. Before the movement was completed, he was grabbed by a strong force.
Yi Yan looked at Chen Huang with cold eyes: "Primary school student, who do you think is a dog?"
After Yan Yan finished speaking, some people on the same team couldn't help but laugh. It was too insulting to describe professional players as elementary school students. After all, Jin God was still the same Jin God who killed people without blood.
Didn't notice the arrival of Ember and his party.
Lu Ran was stunned for a moment, and then the blush spread from his cheeks to the roots of his ears. It was only because it was covered by the mask that he was not noticed.
"Kid, I'm looking forward to your exhibition match." Yu Yan suddenly raised his hand and gently patted Lu Ran's head with his long fingers.
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