Feng Nai looked over there and said nothing, his light-colored eyes sank again, and his fingertips didn't stop: "Little brother, are you still playing games? I can't wait, I want to get a better score."
After typing, add emoticon and send.
"Well, hit." Mo Bei looked at the chat dialog box, and resumed his usual seldom-talking attributes.
Based on her understanding of Xiao Nailin, although she always likes to complain about her brother, she still thinks that the best one is Xiao Nailin.
Mo Bei also has an older brother, so he doesn't want to continue to use the other party's words like this.
After all, the other party is still a child.
It's different from cat, cat and bear.
Mo Bei moved his finger, opened the game screen, and sent an invitation message.
Feng Nai casually clicked on it, just playing it as an ordinary game, anyway, based on the water reviews of the little brother Lin Keng Keng, as long as he can lie down, it's fine.
So for this game, Feng Nai didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he was still thinking about how to lie down for a while, so as to be more in line with Linkeng's standard of cheating.
However, in the next second.
His fingers froze suddenly.
It can be clearly seen that when his light-colored pupils fall on the game screen, the danger that suddenly rises.
It's like a storm is coming.
It was as if layers of dense fog had shrouded his eyes, and the color was extremely black.
That's right.
Whether it is image or game id.
Everything was exactly as he remembered it.
Good boy, son!
Many questions flooded Feng Nai's mind in an instant.
Why does Linkengeng, the little brother, use the account of Guaituer
It was he who knew the good boy.
Or, he himself is...
Feng Nai's fingers, which were originally lazy, tightened slightly at this moment, and his throat was still burning, but he would not be so stupid as to do something like a cat, cat, panda and bear.
After taking a sip of mineral water, Feng Nai half-closed his eyes, and pressed the phone word by word: "Brother, is that you?"
Mo Bei said "um" in a faint voice: "Get ready."
"When did my little brother change his name? I can't even recognize it." Feng Nai now finds that it's not useless to talk too much in Linkengkeng, and it's very convenient to confirm some things.
Mo Bei didn't say much: "Trumpet."
Is it
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Feng Nai looked at the game screen he had entered, stood up with long legs, stuffed one hand into his trouser pocket, and held the phone in the other, his eyes darkened and darkened, his side face seemed to be hidden in the darkness, his expression was unclear.
No wonder he inquired about the good disciple intentionally or unintentionally.
He thought it was because the little brother Lin Keng Keng also liked gossip.
Now it seems that it is not.
"Little Nailin, what are you playing?" The cold and indifferent voice sounded in my ear again.
After hearing this, Feng Nai laughed, and it was obvious that it was full of mockery, but he didn't forget to type: "You want to hit an assassin, little brother."
"Okay." Mo Bei left the assassin position to the opponent, chose another character, and officially started the game.
Feng Nai's eyes flicked across the screen inch by inch. If there was anything he didn't want to remember the most, it was that he had been tempted online.
For a virtual character in a game.
Without knowing who the other party is.
I think this guy is good in every way.
Probably because the other party is not noisy at all.
So not only bought couple outfits in the game, but also wanted to meet each other in reality.
Thinking about it now.
Really are…
(end of this chapter)