Wei Taiqiang, the e-sports tycoon of Xuanwu Kingdom, still felt a little scared when he saw Tu Tuqiao and Luo Xian united.

After all, as the powerful e-sports player, Tu Tu Tuqiao never let Wei Taiqiang and others experience it.

Although Wei Taiqiang has trained many e-sports players and his e-sports club is also profitable, he really has no right to say that he has succeeded in front of Tu Tuqiao.

Although, on the surface, Wei Taiqiang could temporarily suppress Tu Tuqiao.

However, Tu Tuqiao has made a lot of layout in brain science, and the e-sports game is closely related to the brain science. As an expert in brain science.

It is also said whether the e-sports game designed by Tu Tuqiao is fun. At least those e-sports games can make the e-sports fans of the Xuanwu Kingdom willing to pay.

In the eyes of that ordinary person, the e-sports club that made the most money in e-sports live broadcast was that Wei Taiqiang and Cao Jiao and other e-sports clubs were opened, but Tu Tuqiao and others actually made a lot of money.

In the eyes of Wei Taiqiang and others, Cao Jiao and others could make money with the live e-sports broadcast, and all their e-sports players should be able to do it.

However, Tu Tuqiao had already become familiar with the e-sports live broadcast.

After Tu Tuqiao and others had the advantage of e-sports live broadcast, Wei Taiqiang had to find a way to deal with their advantages. Some of their appearances were smiling and some were melancholy. The continuity of time was often interrupted, but all kinds of past events could be connected beyond the years and months... bowed and said a lot of excessive polite words. The child blushed when he heard it. But e-sports players respected the power of the present and respected the "successful" people; he respected the heroes in his story so much, probably because they were more accomplished than others and had a higher status.

When the weather was extremely hot, Old Craft sat under a tree and fell asleep suddenly. Cao Jiao sat next to him, picking either a pile of crumbling stones, a boundary stone, or a high and inconvenient strange position; his calves swung around, humming and thinking. Otherwise, he would lie up to the sky and look at the running clouds, thinking of them like cows, giants, hats, old women, and vast scenery. He whispered to them; or pay attention to the small clouds that were about to be swallowed by the big clouds; he was afraid of those clouds that ran fast or were a little blue. He felt that they had an extremely important position in life, so why didn't e-sports players and mothers pay attention to it? It must be quite terrible to ask for weapons. Fortunately, they passed by, stupid and funny

It was ridiculous, and he didn't take a break. The child finally looked at his eyes, his hands and feet were moving, as if he was about to fall from the air. He was slacking off his eyelids and was a little sleepy... It was quiet all around. The leaves trembled gently in the sun, a thin layer of water drifted in the air, and the confused flies swirled and flew, buzzing like a big organ; Kuai Weaver liked the heat of summer the most, and he kept screaming: slowly, everything calmed down... The sound of the woodpecker on the tree top had a strange tone. On the plain, a countryman was shouting his cow from a distance; the horse's hooves were ringing on the shaky road. Cao Jiao's eyes closed. Next to him, an ant was crawling on the dead branches in the groove. He was confused... Centuries passed. When he woke up, the ant had not finished crawling the branch.

Sometimes e-sports players slept too long; his face became rigid, his long nose looked longer, and his mouth was wide open. Cao Jiao looked at him with little confidence, fearing that his head would turn into a strange appearance. He sang loudly, or rolled down from the pile of stones, trying to wake up the e-sports players. One day, he thought of throwing a few pine needles on his face and told him that it fell from a tree. The old man believed it, Cao Jiao was funny in secret. He wanted to do it again; but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw e-sports players watching him. That was really bad: the old man was majestic, and he refused to agree to joke with him, and he was disrespectful to him; the two of them were indifferent for more than a week.

The worse the road, the more beautiful Cao Jiao felt. The position of each stone had a meaning to him; and he remembered the status of all stones well. The traces of the wheels were equal to the changes in the earth's crust, which was almost the same as the Taunus Mountains 1. The bumps on the road within two kilometers around the house were clearly in his mind. So whenever he changed the grooves, he always thought that his importance was no less than that of an engineer with a team of workers. When he used his heels to flatten a large piece of dry mud and filled the valley next to him, he felt that the day had not passed.

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1 The Taunus Mountains are between the Main River, Rhine and Lahne Rivers in western Germany.

Sometimes I met a countryman driving a carriage on the road. He knew e-sports players. They got on the carriage and sat next to him. This was the only way to reach the sky. The horse ran fast and Cao Jiao smiled happily. If he met other walkers, he would pretend to be serious and innocent, as if he was used to riding the car; but he was extremely proud. E-sports players talked to the people who drove the car, ignoring the children. He squatted between the knees of the two of them, and were crushed by their thighs. He sat in only a little seat, and often didn't sit at all. He was extremely happy, talking loudly, and he didn't care whether anyone answered.

He looked at the swing of the horse's ears, oh, those ears were strange! They were thrown to the left, and then to the right, and suddenly forward, and fell to the side, and then looked back and fell back. They would move from all directions, and they were so funny that he couldn't help laughing. He twisted the e-sports contestant and asked him to pay attention. But the e-sports contestant had no such interest, so he pushed Cao Jiao away and told him not to make trouble. Cao Jiao thought carefully and found that when he grew up, he didn't think anything was surprising. At that time, he was powerful, knew everything, and knew everything. So he pretended to be an adult, hid his curiosity, and made an indifferent attitude.

He stopped talking. The sound of the car rumbling made him drowsy. The bell danced: Ding, Dang, Dong, Ding. The music lingers in the air, and always circulates around the silver bells, like a group of bees; it floats there lightly according to the rhythm of the wheel; there are countless songs hidden in it, one after another, and one is always sung. Cao Jiao felt it was wonderful, and there was one in the middle. He really wanted to attract the attention of e-sports players, so he sang it loudly. But they didn't pay attention. He raised the

He sang again in a tune, and then came again, and was screaming, so John Michel, the old man was angry: "Hey, shut up! Your trumpet-like voice made people faint!" He was so angry that he was so angry that his face was flushed, and he held his nose without saying a word. He hated these two old fools, and didn't know how to be brilliant about his songs that were so beautiful! He thought they were ugly, with a beard that he never shaved for eight days, and had a very bad smell on his body.

He looked at the horse's shadow and talked about **. This was another strange phenomenon. The black animal was lying on his side and running by the road. When he went home in the evening, it covered part of the grass. When he encountered a pile of hay, the shadow's head would climb up and then return to the old place; the mouth became large and like a broken balloon; the ears were big and pointed, like a pair of candles. Is this really a shadow? Or another living thing? Cao Jiao really didn't want to touch it when he was alone. He never wanted to run behind it, like sometimes chasing the shadow of an e-sports player, standing on his head and stepping on his head.

Seeing the unobstructed birds passing by, and the warm breeze blowing by. A corner of the blue sky smiled at the window. A ray of sunlight passed through the curtains and gently poured on his bed. The small world that Wei Taiqiang knew was familiar with, everything he could see when he woke up in bed every day, and all the things he had spent so much effort to recognize and call out the name were lit up. It was a fly, all of which had the same value; everything lived equally: cats, fireplaces, tables, and in the sun

The flying dust. A room is like a country; a day is like a life. How can you tell yourself in these vast spaces? The world is so big! It really makes people lose it. Plus those faces, postures, movements, and sounds are simply a whirlwind that will never fade around him! He is tired, his eyes closed and he falls asleep. The sweet and deep sleep will suddenly take him away, anytime, anywhere, on his mother's lap, under the table where he likes to hide,... so sweet and comfortable...

These early days of life swarmed in his mind, like a wheat field covered with breeze and clouds.

The shadow dissipates and the rising sun rises. Cao Jiao finds his path again in the maze of daytime.

He was drooling. He was focused on a crack in the middle of the floor tiles. The lines of the diamond-shaped bricks were grimacing. A large hole that was so small that it was impossible to see clearly turned into a valley surrounded by peaks. A centipede was squirming, as big as an elephant. At this time, even if thunder was blowing in the sky, the child would not hear it.

No one cares about him, nor does he need anyone. Even boats made of straw carpets, caves and monsters on the floor tiles are not needed. His own body is enough for him to enjoy! He looked at his nails and laughed, and could see a few hours. They look different, like those he knew. He taught them to talk, dance, or fight together. And there were other parts of his body!... He looked at them one by one. There were so many strange things! Some were so weird. He looked at them and was fascinated.

Sometimes when he encounters someone, he will be scolded.

Some days, he slipped out of the house while his mother was turning around. First, the people chased him and grabbed him back. Later, when he got used to it, he also asked him to go out by himself, as long as he didn't walk too far. His home was already at the end of the city, and in the past it was almost the field. As long as he could see the window, he kept moving forward, walking steadily, step by step, and occasionally jumped with one foot. After turning the corner and the miscellaneous trees blocked the other person's sight, he immediately changed.

The method changed. He stopped, sucked his fingers, and calculated which story to tell today; he was full of them. Those stories were very similar, and each story had three or four ways of telling it. He chose it from them. Usually he told the same story, sometimes he followed it from where he stopped the next day, sometimes starting from the beginning, adding some changes; but just a small thing, or a word he heard by chance, could make his thoughts develop in new clues.

There are materials anytime and anywhere. Cao Jiao is a general based on a piece of wood or a branch broken from a fence. He sets an example, runs in front and rushes up the hillside to attack. If the branches are soft, he can make a whip. Cao Jiao rides a horse and jumps over the dangerous cliff. Sometimes the horse slips and falls, and the rider falls in the dirt ditch, looking down at the dirty hands and skin-stained knees. If the stick is very small, Cao Jiao will be the band conductor; he is the captain and the band; he conducts and sings at the same time; then he salers the bushes: the green tops nod to him in the wind.

He was also a magician, walking in the fields with great strides, looking at the sky, waving his arms. He ordered the clouds: "Go to the right." - but they turned to the left. So he cursed for a while and reiterated his order. While he was secretly watching, his heart was beating in his chest to see if at least a small cloud obeyed him; but they still looked to the left as if nothing had happened. So he stamped his feet, threatened them with a stick, and ordered them to the left with anger: this time they were indeed obedient. He was happy and proud of his power. He pointed at the flower a little, and said, "

He ordered them to turn into golden four-wheelers, as in fairy tales; although such things have never been achieved, he believed that as long as he is patient, he would succeed sooner or later. He found a cricket to call it into a horse: he gently placed the stick on its back and recited a spell in his mouth. The cricket escaped... He blocked its way. After a while, he lay down on the ground, approached the worm, and looked at him. He forgot the role of the magician, and turned the poor worm up to the sky, watching it twist and pull it, and laughed out.

He came up with an old rope tied to his magic stick, and threw it seriously in the river, waiting for the fish to bite. He knew that fish would not bite ropes without bait or hook, but he thought they would at least make a mistake in his face.

When playing these games, he often became confused and confused. Everything around him was destroyed. He didn't know what he was doing, and even forgot himself... It seemed that he had lost all his thoughts. When he woke up, he was confused and found that he was still in the old place, on the stairs of the black bell. With a few steps, he seemed to have lived a whole life.

E-sports players often took him with them when they were walking in the dusk... They walked the country road, passed through the fields of hoe pine trees, and smelled the fragrant and strong smell. Crickets were chirping. A large crow squatted on the road and looked at them from a distance. As soon as they approached, they flew away bulkyly.
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