From the beginning to the end, Mo Bei didn't take the words of others seriously. If the other party hadn't mentioned the code name z, her figure would not have moved.
"Like the master back then?" Mo Bei looked sideways, with a cold glow in her eyes. She looked at the girls wearing the self-made Imperial League badges, and said in a calm voice, "Who are you insulting by saying this?"
Mo Nan knew this would happen, his sister was a little facial paralyzed, and she could calm down no matter what she encountered.
When encountering something about her master, calmness is the floating cloud that day, and she will jump into even a trap.
"Did you talk to you? You don't care what we say, but you came back with the honor of the Dimension, didn't you find out who you insulted?"
"That's right, don't pay attention to her, just rub the heat."
"I really think of myself as a god, what are you without the Emperor League?"
This wave of people actually has nothing to do with Xu Yiwan, they really like Xu Yiwan recently, but this time they came to the first match, which was organized before, just to show their position, the Dimension is the Dimension, bey is bey, Don't try to take advantage of the popularity of the Imperial League, their fans of the Imperial League disagree.
One of them lost his fans after being accused at the high-speed rail station. Bey always thinks that he is unique, but in fact he is a super big white lotus, full of scheming, relying on his own fans of the Imperial League, he will come and go when he says he wants to Just leave, making her favorite king not like herself, and suing their fans.
This time, let everyone see that the fans of the Imperial League don't like this kind of enthusiasm. If they like it, they also like Goddess Wan.
Some of bey are just young independent fans, but anyone who is older will not fail to see what she looks like.
People passing by, after hearing the noise here, will come to see it.
Some people may ask, is the power of public opinion really that great
The butterfly effect will always show its power over time.
Because it is Bey, it is impossible for anything about Bey to be unpopular, not to mention that the fans of the Imperial League are rejecting this player who was once hailed as the successor of the team.
But anyone who knows how to grasp the topic will gather here, and someone is already taking pictures with their mobile phones.
Just like the day when Bey was hit by a substitute, rumors spread everywhere.
"It seems that the fans of the Imperial League came out because they couldn't bear it, which shows Bey's character."
No one cares what you do right or what you mean.
From the moment Mo Bei joined the Imperial League and was hailed as the heir, she was doomed to stand on the cusp as long as she picked up the mouse.
But this time she was different from that time.
At that time, she was concerned about her parents, Hei Yan, and whether her brother would be able to play again.
This time, her brother was standing beside her, so there was no need to worry about it.
Only tall and tall, with an overwhelming aura: "Four years ago, I represented the Imperial League against new foreign players, and defended the name of the strongest team for the Imperial League. If you compare anyone with the master, then I will I'll tell you on the field." As she spoke, she approached slowly, and the wind blew: "I am the Emperor League."
I am the Emperor League!
This sentence was obviously not loud, but it made everyone stop.
Mo Nan was startled, and looked at the person beside him.
He didn't know all about what the little face went through this time, because most of them were classified tasks.
But he understood that after four years, the little facial paralysis finally came out of the city called Memories of the Imperial League...
(end of this chapter)