You don't need to look at the atmosphere on the blue side to know what it looks like.
lost.
No matter where these two words are, they will make people feel powerless.
Mo Nan has lost many times, but never has he felt as uncomfortable as he is now.
If his hand is not injured, if he is not playing support today, but a hero with damage, if he can be stronger.
One hit three, body for tower, he didn't even defend the city he was supposed to defend
Mo Nan clenched the mouse tightly with one hand, and when he looked sideways, he looked at the person who was still looking at the screen, his eyes seemed a little confused, but his face was as clear as before.
Mo Nan was shocked suddenly.
He can't go on like this.
If even he gave up.
Then his sister really has no teammates.
"us… "
Before Mo Nan could finish speaking, Mo Bei took off his second earphones, under his messy black hair, his eyes were faint: "We have another game."
Mo Nan smiled recklessly and arrogantly: "This time, I won't guard and kill with you."
"Yeah." Mo Bei stood up, his fingertips still feeling cool: "I was careless, the opponent's top order is very good."
She always seems to be that way.
If you lose, first find the problem yourself.
Mo Nan stretched out his hand and placed it on her head: "Don't worry, the next game, I will suppress him, you just need to play with peace of mind."
Now that he can vaguely guess, only one person can stay.
Then there is no need to waste any more time.
This match was the first for their brother and sister to join forces.
He will never let this match become her joke and black material.
The little facial paralysis in their family is worth going further afield.
The way Mo Nan smiled was always heartless and pissed off, including the little tutu on his head, which was also handsome and hot.
The mocking never stops.
Especially after losing.
It is impossible for Xu Yiwan's fans not to come out.
"What did I say, that bey has become a thing of the past, but some people always fail to recognize this."
"I just want to say that my master Wan's skills are not inferior to Bey's at all, and her prediction is not inferior to that of Spade Z. I hope everyone can learn more about it."
"How powerful you Master Wan are is all your own business, don't bring me to God, thank you!"
"It's not that Bey lost, and lost face to Z, don't mention our God Z's name in everything."
"That's right, Z is still protecting Bey, really, don't you just want to let the heat of the Imperial League pass?"
"I'm late in the circle. Anyway, the first time I came into contact with Master Wan, I don't like to see how it was before. I like her. Don't keep talking about the Dimension. Ky ends here. I don't think Wan Where is the difference?"'
The keyboard man always thinks he is a man.
Zhao Sanpang wanted to show them something powerful, and was just about to get started.
The boy over there didn't know what he was doing, so he took the USB flash drive in his mouth and switched the page with one hand.
Zhao Sanpang was very dissatisfied: "Don't you go back?"
"No time." The boy removed the USB flash drive between his teeth and inserted it into the computer.
Zhao Sanpang sucked his teeth: "I have never seen you so kind before."
"Five minutes." The corner of Bo Jiu's mouth curled up, motioning him to look out of the window: "Someone can find me in five minutes, if I don't take advantage of this time to do something serious, talk to a group of fake and shoddy nonsense, you think I'm you ?”
Zhao Sanpang: "Then I go talk nonsense?"
"What nonsense, go kill." Bo Jiu smiled, raised his jaw slightly, and said in a beautiful arc: "I'm lying on their city, let them see the power of our fat man to slaughter the city."
Zhao Sanpang sighed: "Didn't you say that as long as they don't go too far, they won't do anything?"
"I've changed my mind." Bo Jiu said slowly, "I can't see my apprentice losing, can't I?"
Zhao Sanpang is used to it. The big spade protects the calf, and she really doesn't look like a person. This attribute is the same as her show of affection in a different way.
It's Wan Fan's side, who never thought that the other party would really kill him!
And is Spade Z's style of play so cheap? It's not like it's said on the Internet, killing people invisible.
He just drilled around like this, killing them one by one, which didn't look like a hero's style of play.
Zhao Sanpang was very happy, and he didn't forget to spare some time to look at Bo Jiu: "I said, why don't you kill yourself."
"I'm slaughtering." Bo Jiu's black eyes reflected the codes that kept flashing on the screen.
Zhao Sanpang raised his eyebrows: "This is? The blue player from the match just now..."
"Their personal information." Bo Jiuchang sighed: "I was caught this time, fat man, you must remember to visit me in the cell, it's too uncomfortable, being handcuffed and fed, a little freedom nothing."
Zhao Sanpang never forgets to provoke: "Divorce! If I were you, I would never divorce! He still locks you, has he considered your feelings!"
"That's right, I didn't think about it at all." Bo Jiu spoke slowly, but the speed of his fingers rising and falling was astonishing: "Handcuffed, how can I eat his tofu? I can't take advantage of it. Life is too difficult, but fortunately I can still kiss."
Zhao Sanpang: ... What the hell am I doing with this extra sentence!
Just when he was thinking so angrily, he suddenly realized that something was wrong: "What are you doing with the information of the teammates with facial paralysis?"
"My apprentice's mental arithmetic has never made a mistake." Bo Jiu seemed to have caught something, and pressed the enter key: "Unless someone is not playing normally at all."
Zhao Sanpang stared: "You mean the jungler just now."
"I'm not talking about the jungler, it's him."
On the big screen, Zhang Zihao's game screen was locked.
The people from the organizing committee looked at Feng Nai, and frowned: "King, you have to understand that we are absolutely fair here, and the contestants may have their own ideas, but they will definitely not appear like before. There was a match-fixing situation, not to mention that in this match, I couldn’t see anything about Zhang Zihao that made you think there was something wrong with him. The team has fallen into a desperate situation, but it is understandable. Regarding the situation of Wu Xiao, we have also observed and removed him from the pre-selection list this time, but the competition must continue. In any competition, No matter what happens, professional players should face it.
"Including the teammate who fights fake matches?" Feng Nai sat there with an overwhelming aura, wondering if it was because of his glasses that the cold and hostile look on his face would appear more severe than usual.
His hands were hanging on one side, and when he looked at people with his eyes, it seemed that he could billow black mist.
Even the members of the organizing committee couldn't help but feel a chill on the back of their necks.
The one sitting on the top was an old man in his sixties who already had white hair: "No matter what kind of sport it is, cheating will not be allowed, but if you say so, there will be, Feng boy, here is the evidence. "
(end of this chapter)