Adolf hasn't said the word "you".
Seeing a flash of a figure in front of him, he drew his knife fiercely, and then turned his hand back, and sent him a knife "free return to the city" in the wild area on the upper road
Adolf looked at his dead body lying on the grass on the screen with a dull expression.
Mo Bei's voice was as serious as ever: "It's really good, the harvest is faster."
"..." Adolf let out a wow, wanting to cry.
It's fine to use his best hero, but also use his best moves to kill him!
The most hateful thing is why that knife is more accurate than myself!
Adolf held his breath in his chest, and his next moves became more detailed. He even began to calculate subconsciously, and every move was extremely precise.
If Adolf in the past was a reckless man who was not afraid of the sky or the earth.
Now he is a scheming reckless man.
If the latter is developed, it can become a sharp sword on the road in any team.
Zhao Sanpang watched this scene with satisfaction.
Feng Yi, who was dressed in a neat suit, came over, raised his eyes and glanced, put his arms around his chest, and smiled suddenly, gentle and foxy: "This doesn't seem like a tactic that the fat man would have."
"You old fox is still smart." Zhao Sanpang didn't hide it: "The idea came from Little Spade, and you should know that, looking at the current arena, no one can calculate better than Little Facial Paralyzed, and a pair like her One hit can be significantly improved in a short period of time."
Feng Yi pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose: "Not bad, but it should be more than that."
"Of course, Little Spade, that person is just like an apprentice." Zhao Sanpang's eyes were black and bright, as if something was burning: "She said that Beibei hasn't played a good game for a long time. After getting used to intrigue, she may forget some things, let her get it back a little bit in advance, and she will put aside distracting thoughts until the official start of the game, and the more she fights, the stronger she will be."
Feng Yi paused with his fingers: "About this, indeed."
"Fenghu, this year, we can still win the championship." Zhao Sanpang's eyes reflected Mo Bei's game screen: "Just like that year."
Feng Yi also looked away: "I can take it."
Two words, pressed on a group of teenagers.
E-sports, what exactly is it, can only be seen on the field.
All morning, Mo Bei was playing a 1V1 wheel battle.
One can imagine what the training room will be like.
I don't know if it's more uncomfortable to solo with God Bey, or the solo diamond game is more uncomfortable, anyway, there are already wailing everywhere.
Even Han Xi, an adc in the national server, played 90% of the output, 21 kills, 1 kill and 9 assists. In the end, he was forced to fight because his teammates didn't get along.
It's really hard to win a rank.
Similarly, it is not that simple to escape from Mo Bei's hands.
When the call is cold, people still have hope.
After all, the power of the magic thorn lies in his explosive power, coupled with the heroes that Huan Leng is good at, as long as he is not controlled, he can roam the entire map at will, mark the target, and directly harvest!
Except for the old K who was not in trouble, no one could avoid it.
It's really hard to say who will win this game.
Look at the time, it's been so long.
In this 1v1 match, the playing time was indeed not short.
So it successfully aroused everyone's interest.
It's a pity that they are still in the ranking and cannot watch the game, they can only wait for the end.
Here I call Leng to take off the earphones.
Adolf leaned over and asked softly, "Captain, who won?"
(end of this chapter)