That is the recovery that comes with the hero itself!
Increase blood and return blue, even if it can only return a little, it is enough to bring Mo Bei back!
People saw her move to avoid q under the condition of traces of blood, and then gave herself a bite to restore the superposition of punishment, slowed down the opponent, and then picked up a long spear, and passed through the dragon pit.
Generally speaking, assassins usually run to the middle lane when encountering the problem of not being able to get caught in the anti-jungle.
No one expected that Mo Bei would fly towards the top road.
Some of the red team's skills were lost, and the top order was given a signal, and the top order could not go away at all.
Some scenes that Wan fans were looking forward to did not appear.
However, Mo Bei's extreme escape, the small details of positioning and recovery made some old players a little dumbfounded.
This is not dead
And she got the wild one just now!
"This is really entering the opponent's wild area like no one's land!" The voice of the commentator was excited. After all, the private blood hide skill was chased by three people for more than half of the wild area, and they still jumped around. The key Restore yourself at all times.
Such a god-level operation can only be said to be too beautiful!
Xu Yiwan's eyes were red, and she even clenched the mouse tightly!
"What's your situation in the middle, can't you control people?"
The sorcerer who had already died twice, was not wronged this time, he really didn't have time to use his skills, but he didn't understand, how did Xu Yiwan know that Bey would be in that position, this prediction was too accurate!
The red team's top laner took a look at the economy: "Grow first, the hero chosen by Bey is very economical, just be careful about the position of the dragon, don't lose it, and we can get the rhythm back."
Xu Yiwan admitted that what her teammate said was correct, but she didn't want to go back a little bit like this. Bey's hero eats money, and so does hers.
Xu Yiwan used a secret signal to signal Zhang Zihao to give her the position of Bey again.
This time Zhang Zihao did not agree.
Even if it is a match-fixing match, it must be played in a safe situation.
In the professional league, the behavior of selling teammates will always be cast aside. If he uses it at critical times, it can be said that he has made a mistake in his position. If he uses it frequently, everyone will doubt it.
What's more, the most deadly, he has to save it for team battles.
And always betraying Bey's position, it's hard not to be discovered by the other party.
With such predictions and calculations, even as a teammate, he felt that this person was too strong to deal with and had to be suppressed.
But there are two situations in the game. One is that you clearly know that he is very strong, and then deliberately target him, and you can target him. Another situation is that even if you deliberately target it, he can avoid it.
If it is the second case, the strategy must be changed.
Xu Yiwan understood what Zhang Zihao meant, and she asked her to deal with other people from the blue side, such as Xialu.
That's right, it's really a good way to take a few heads to make yourself fat.
With Zhang Zihao showing the position, Xu Yiwan opened the camera and flew directly towards the blue side's bottom lane.
Such behavior was indeed not within Mo Bei's prediction.
After all, no matter who it is, they should guard the tyrant at this time.
Wu Xiao was clearing the soldiers in the bottom lane. This round of arrests made him feel a little unstable.
The assistant who came to help was beheaded by Xu Yiwan together with him.
The sound effect of double killing sounded.
The barrage is full of elated beeps and beeps.
Don't expect them to change, they can't.
The blue team's assistant made a mistake here, otherwise he wouldn't die.
Although such a situation shouldn't happen in a professional arena, he did hear Bey say that when he was retreating, he flashed backwards and hit the wall.
"What kind of operation is this, is it deliberately giving away the head?"
"Extremely like me in the bronze rank."
"The dish looks like an actor."
In the conference room of the organizing committee, the attitude is still anxious.
Except for the old man, the others still didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhang Zihao.
For some guesswork, it's impossible for them to terminate the game.
"King, if the person you proposed today is Wu Xiao or this support player, we all feel that it is understandable, but there is no problem with Zhang Zihao's operation. What reason do you want us to suppress a player's future? After all If this matter gets out, it will have an impact.”
Hearing this, Feng Nai raised his eyes slightly. He was sitting on the sofa with his long legs folded, one hand half hanging down, and even his fingertips were cold. When there was no Mo Bei, he always looked like this, There is no warmth in the eyes at all, but the beauty is shocking.
The word "superior" is perfect for him.
After hearing what the other party said, he seemed to think about it for a while, and then he opened his mouth: "Now you have thought about the impact on the players. When you defined Mo Beixiangnan as a substitute player, why didn't you think of this? She obviously fits the bill." All the regulations of the competition system are just that someone dug a hole for her to dance, each of you knows it well, but banned her from the competition, at that time, why don't you think about the impact on a professional player."
The person was blocked for a moment and choked: "It's different, even if she complies with the rules of the competition, she still deceived the audience, in some respects..."
"If I were her." Feng Nai interrupted the other party, slowly: "I won't come back to participate in any trials, one day, you people will be anxious, as long as you lose a game in the Asian competition, you have to find a way to make it She came to compete, just like when you went to find Qin Mo, this champion will also be a bonus for you, won't it?"
The man's chest was stuffy from being blocked: "King, what do you think of e-sports, you!"
The old man patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to hand it over to him.
Feng Nai laughed, a little monstrous.
The old man looked at him: "Your every move represents not only yourselves, especially after you become a professional player. That child, she is already inseparable from the Dimeng, and the enthusiasm of the Dimeng is bound to make people There are stricter requirements for her. Others may be able to make big things into small things, but she can't, and she can't even have a pure love for e-sports, so people can't accept it. She came back as her brother, It's just to get justice for her brother. Similarly, she can't lose. Once she loses, she won't be the god she was back then. For example, even if she meets all the regulations, she should be suspended for the sake of the audience. Great responsibility comes with great responsibility. This principle, if she doesn’t understand, she won’t come back. She wants to come back to play with you in the World Series. We and all those who want our strength to be seen by the world are all grateful We can have a player who understands the decisions we make."
Feng Nai stood up and lowered his figure slowly: "You should be thankful, but none of you will think about what she went through to come back. What I want is fairness from beginning to end."
"Nai'er." The old man sighed, approached him, and lowered his voice again: "You actually understand better than anyone else, no matter where you are, it's not fair to heroes, why bother."
Feng Nai hooked his lips again, stretched out one hand, hooked his listing tag, and then pulled and threw it: "Then I'll accompany her."
What's the meaning? !
Some people's faces changed after seeing that listing!
"Nai'er, don't play childish temper!" The old man was also a little unsteady, he had never seen this kid do such a meaningless thing: "You should understand that no matter how strong you are, the competition system is the competition system, and the rules are the rules , I will not accept your threat."
Feng Nai was indifferent, as if he didn't care too much: "Old man, you sometimes get confused, threatening? I just want to accompany her this time. In some places, standing alone, no matter how strong you are, you will still feel cold. "
A certain person's appearance would always appear in his eyes exactly at this time.
When they took the subway together, she was afraid that he would not be able to stand the smell, so she reached out and pulled him to her side.
In Iss, she came out of the firelight, blood still dripping from her fingertips.
And she pushes his forehead hair, and kisses him gently.
Also, no matter how handsome the game is, someone will still throw things at her when she walks through the corridor.
Standing there, the emotion in her eyes was always hard to see through, she was obviously standing tall and steaming.
No one knows what she did.
No one knows the good ones, and everyone knows the bad ones.
So many times that she remembered the scene of her right hand hanging limply, lying lifelessly in her arms like a porcelain doll.
He can't make peace with these people.
Talking about others casually, making rumors to smear black and white, hurting family members, and digging people's privacy is self-righteous justice.
It's ridiculous that they still have to fight for such a person.
Even when that person is performing missions abroad, he has to save such a person.
Then who will treat her well
Feng Nai looked sideways at the figure on the screen, moving to the extreme again and again, to what extent did it seriously affect his right hand.
If her hands can no longer hit.
What will people say.
He would say, I really don't understand why I still have to go to the hospital when my hand is injured, is it because I want to clear my reputation as a proxy player
This world, heh.
What game are you playing.
Feng Nai smiled lightly, even his eyes were a bit pretty, probably because he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, no matter what he thought, no one would find him disgusting.
Looking at the closed door, the people in the organizing committee are also a little powerless. It's not that they don't want to take care of it, but how
Zhang Zihao was indeed fine.
What Bo Jiu found was similar to the answer, but...
There are always other ways, such as images that some people don't notice.
Bo Jiu's fingers moved faster than ever.
Zhao Sanpang wasn't idle either, the game was full of abuse.
The two of them seemed to have forgotten about keeping watch, so when a slender figure approached the crumbling wooden door of the storefront, no one noticed.
The figure was wearing a white shirt, with long straight legs, and he had an aura of nobleness and a clear moon. He was born rich at first glance, but his porcelain white wrist was not wearing an expensive watch, but a five or six yuan watch on the side of the road. The red rope that can be bought with money, even so, does not make people feel cheap, but because the person who wears it is extraordinary, it has a strange beauty.
(end of this chapter)