The fans in the live broadcast room, hearing her words, all sent greetings: A quick-scope shot?
"Do you know, host, what kind of shooting technique this is?"
The little witch simply explained the aning of a quick-scope to the fans in the live broadcast room.
Instantly, everyone again spamd "66666"
"Brother Gun God, take as your disciple. I want to be as cool as you and charm the girls at our school."
"I want to learn too. God, please take in. I'm already on my knees."
The little witch, seeing the fans in her live broadcast room, said grumpily, "Don't fight over it; I'm first in line. Wait until I learn, and I'll let you all watch every day in the live broadcast room."
"What? The little witch wants to beco his apprentice?"
"Did the style just change too fast? Weren't you just hating on him a mont ago?"
"As expected, a woman changes her mind faster than flipping a page."
"My little witch couldn't have fallen for the Gun God uncle, right? No, she's my goddess."
...
In the ga, after Qin Hao wiped out that squad, another team ran over from behind.
They had heard the sounds of the fight and quickly ran over, hoping to benefit from the aftermath.
Just as Qin Hao finished off the first team, another team ran over; both sides could already see each other.
"Bang"
Qin Hao fired directly; a quick-scope shot rang out, and soone on the opposing side fell to the ground.
"Jianghai, the Gun Demon, uses the 98K to headshot and knock down Crazy Little Second 13."
Crazy Little Second 13 was the only one among the four wearing a level two helt, while the others all had level three helts.
The little witch and the people in the broadcast room only saw a quick flash from the 98K's scope.
Then, Qin Hao returned behind the big tree and switched to the AWM, his movents as smooth as flowing clouds, elegant and unrestrained.
He didn't have any pause or hesitation, not even taking an extra glance to see if the opponent was dead. Such was the confidence of a master.
In less than a second, he popped out from the other side.
"Bang"
The opposing sniper's head burst into a flower of blood, instantly hitting the ground.
At the sa ti, dozens of bullets hit the big tree in front of him, and wood chips flew everywhere.
"Dammit, how is this person so good? Headshot with every shot," cursed the two who were knocked down.
"Be careful; don't show your head. That sniper on the other side is a bit twisted."
The remaining two beca much more cautious.
They cowered just as Qin Hao wanted. He threw a grenade towards one of them.
That person had no choice but to dodge and quickly ran out from behind the tree. Then, "bang," he was shot and fell to the ground.
Less than a minute left, and there was only one person remaining in the four-man squad.
The last one trembled in fear: "Damn, this guy is too strong?"
Qin Hao, with pride broadcasting on the public channel, said, "The number one Gun God of the national server is here. Are you trash shaking yet?"
The little witch was exasperated; they were about to win the round, could the uncle stop showing off?
If he capsized in the gutter now, that would really stink.
"Haha, Gun God uncle is so cheeky, but that's exactly why I like his style."
"To the shaless belong the invincible."
"66666, tremble, you trash."
...
"Jianghai, the Gun Demon, you can't kill , haha."
"Boom"
Suddenly, there was an explosion from behind the tree; the person blew themselves up.
Qin Hao was dumbfounded.
The little witch was also sowhat speechless; the person on the other side was clearly in despair, otherwise, they wouldn't have resorted to suicide by grenade.
Fans in the live broadcast room: "666666"
"Damn, soone in the final circle got scared into self-destructing with a grenade, this is the first ti I've seen this, freaking aweso!"
"God, you have my knees."
"Forget the three top snipers of the national server, from now on, I only revere Jianghai, the Gun Demon."
"Where's the person who said they'd eat shit if they won the match on a live stream? Step up."
"Do I still have enough two pounds of hot garbage for you, bro?"
anwhile, gifts were flying across the live stream room, with many attracted by Qin Hao's stunning marksmanship.
"Ten cruise ships have been sent."
A rich guy nicknad Soft Tiger sent ten cruise ships in one go.
One cruise ship costs 1,314 yuan, and ten amount to over thirteen thousand—that's a real tycoon.
The little witch giggled, "Thanks to Hu for the cruise ships."
After that, she turned to Qin Hao and said, "Uncle, your shooting skills are so sharp, let's add each other on chat software, shall we? We can play together when there's ti."
Her tone of voice this ti was completely different from before, sincere and warm. Your next chapter awaits on empire
Qin Hao: "You're too noob, but considering your humility, I'll reluctantly agree."
...
"Damn, that's our goddess, impossible to friend, and yet you're reluctantly agreeing. Where is justice?" said a fan incredulously.
"One thousand yuan for the strear's contact info."
"It's over, I feel like our goddess is going to fall under the spell of the rifle demon uncle's long gun."
"The guy above, aren't you being too shaless? My gun isn't short either."
...
After finishing the ga, Qin Hao received a system notification:
"Congratulations to the host for completing the phase-side quest The Road to Gaming God (I), reward 1,000 achievent points, Delicious Duck Head Skill Book."
"Phase-side quest: The Road to Gaming God (II) unlocked, achieve a reputation of five hundred thousand (125,788/500,000)"
"Quest reward: 5,000 achievent points, Delicious Duck Neck Skill Book."
He was surprised by his current reputation points: over a hundred and twenty-five thousand? How did it increase so much?
Qin Hao turned on the team voice chat and asked, "Little sister, are you a strear?"
The little witch's heart leapt, could it be that this guy knew who she was? "Yes, I'm a strear."
Qin Hao asked curiously, "Which platform? How popular are you?"
There was a hint of pride in the little witch's voice: "A ga strear on a chat software live broadcasting platform, with a popularity just under two hundred thousand."
Qin Hao was a bit surprised: "You're this noob and yet so many people watch you?"
...
The little witch had several responses prepared, but Qin Hao's comnt left her speechless.
"Haha, that hit hard, bro."
"Ten thousand points of critical hit damage."
"Not only is the rifle demon uncle aweso in shooting, but he's also sharp-tongued."
"666666666"
Soon enough, the little witch added Qin Hao as a friend on the chat software.
After checking Qin Hao's profile, she ssaged him: "Are you Rifle Demon Uncle?"
Qin Hao: "You got a problem?"
"How old are you?"
"19."
The little witch looked stunned: "19? But what about your voice?"
Realization dawned on her: "Are you using a voice changer software?"
Qin Hao: "Disappointed I'm not an uncle?"
The little witch rolled her eyes: "I'm not into uncles. So you're called Jianghai's Rifle Demon, are you from Jianghai?"
"No, but I'll be going to university in Jianghai after the sumr vacation starts."
Going to university in Jianghai? The little witch's eyes lit up: "You just finished your unified exams? Which university will you be attending?"
Qin Hao: "Little sister, you ask too many questions. Even if you like , you don't have to make it so obvious."
"Pfft, who likes you? Aren't you full of yourself?" retorted the little witch, pouting.
Qin Hao: "Are you still playing gas or not? If not, I'm logging off."
The little witch quickly said, "Playing, it's just past eight o'clock. I play until after ten every night, co on, let's continue."
The two played a few more gas together, and after seeing Qin Hao's strength firsthand, she didn't try to test him anymore, they stuck to playing duos.
With Qin Hao there, they won in every ga, and her live room's popularity gradually increased.
The little witch had never imagined winning could be so easy. She had a great ti playing until she ended the live stream at ten in the evening.
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