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Chapter 220 Xian Sen, do you need room service?(2/2)

"Well, I'll send me a video," Chen Bin opened the email, and there was indeed a video inside. He called it and saw it was taken by a blue and white mobile phone. It was full of light, angle, and anti-shake...

At the beginning of the picture, it was the hotel room.

There are only two people, Ye Jiaoyang and Lanbai.

Ye Jiaoyang looked at the camera and said to Lan Bai: "You take a photo, I'll call them."

Lan Bai pointed the camera at him, waved his hand, nodded and said, "Yes."

When Ye Jiaoyang went to call someone, it was soon displayed on the screen. Professional players entered Lanbai's room with a smirk, and opened their phones like Lanbai, swaying around.

Three minutes later, about twelve or three professional players arrived in the blue and white room.

Ye Jiaoyang came in again and said, "Go away."

In these three minutes, the Eternal Night Demon Moon was stunned.

The familiar and unfamiliar figures feasted his eyes on the different performances in the video.

Then, a group of people were joking, going upstairs, and the picture trembled...

Chen Bin shook his head, clicked the fast forward button, and skipped their stairs climbing.

Finally, the picture stopped at the door of a hotel room...

Chen Bin dragged the playback speed back to normal.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The house number was 1306. All the professional players present picked up their mobile phones and took a quick photo at the house number.

The eternal night demon moon stopped breathing and stared at the scene.

In the video, Ye Jiaoyang came out, cleared his throat, reached out and knocked on the door twice.

It knocked about two or three times.

Du Zitao's voice came clearly from the room: "Who?"

Du Zitao is an old commentator. Since he explained other games, many players have become familiar with his voice. Of course, Eternal Night Demon Moon is not unfamiliar with...

Ye Jiaoyang pinched his nose and almost pressed it against the crack of the door. As soon as he opened his mouth, he actually put out the sweet voice of the 18-year-old girl: "Shenson, do you need room service? It's very crisp...that kind!"

There was only a thud.

Chen Bin looked at the Yongye Yaoyue who was watching the video without blinking, accidentally fell from the chair to the ground...

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