Suddenly, the air at the scene seemed to be cooled.
The whole face of the girl who spoke froze, and because it was so sudden, even the corners of her mouth looked unnatural.
Even if you are not a Dimeng fan, you know what the word Qin Mo means.
Back then, he was the one who led the Huaxia team to win the world championship.
Longkeng Tianxiu, extreme dress-up, no pawn line demolishing towers, even some foreign players now use him as the front car.
So far, no one has been able to break through his three thousand swords.
That is truly recorded in the annals of e-sports, the undoubted god.
The Emperor League was created by him, and the little boy standing here is his son
The mother in his mouth...
There was a snap.
The badge fell from the girl's hand.
The same goes for the other onlookers, all of them were shocked!
Then there was a sound.
"That's actually the son of God Qin and God Z!"
"I'm God Z becoming a mother? What should I do? I can't imagine it at all. That's my youth."
"I don't listen, I want to marry God Z."
"Really? It always feels unreal, and the age is not right."
After hearing this sentence, the girl seemed to have grasped something, turned her head and said, "Kids, don't talk nonsense. Everyone knows that God Z was only 19 when he retired, and he was not yet married. How could he have you?" Such a big kid."
"That's right."
"God Z even played in the World Series later, but he didn't see anything."
"Age doesn't justify."
The girl decided that it was impossible: "I said bey, you are really good enough. In order to clear yourself up, it doesn't count as time to just bring up a child and say that he is the son of God Z."
Little Demon Bo narrowed his eyes and was about to speak.
Mo Bei stood next to him, then yanked the keyboard on his back, and then turned his hand: "Dimension fan? Do you know what this is?"
The girl let out a cry: "Isn't it just a keyboard, what do you want to say?"
"China won the World Series that year, and everyone on the team had their own custom-made keyboard." Mo Bei held the keyboard with one hand, and swished handsomely: "This one is called Spade Z, and the whole body is black, except for the keys, There is no other color, it can be folded and disassembled, and on its side, the owner's ID is engraved in pure gold."
The girl's face turned pale quickly. She had indeed heard of such a keyboard, but she had never seen what a keyboard looked like.
It should be said that few people have seen it, except those who were in Milan at the time.
Could it be that the one in front of him is really the son of God Z
If that was the case, she would be a joke.
How could a Dimension fan not know the son of God Z, and still say that he is a child who doesn't know where he came from.
No, she doesn't allow that. No matter how she organizes everyone in the future, her credibility will decline accordingly.
Anyway, no one has proved that this keyboard is real, not to mention that some people in the group don't know the existence of the keyboard.
It's better to deny it, and it's better to end.
After the girl made up her mind, she laughed: "God Bey can play like this if he wants to. Just use a keyboard to make people believe that God Z has a child? If there is a child, why don't we Dimension fans know?"
"The three words Dimeng Fan can be used by you to deny Z's son?" Suddenly, a round of applause rang out from the crowd lazily: "It's really powerful, I can't afford it, I can't afford it."
(end of this chapter)