Feng Nai looked at that side without speaking, light eyes sank again, fingertips did not stop: "little brother, do you still play games? I can't wait to score. "

Knock it out, add expression, send it.

"Well, fight." Mobei looks at the chat dialog box and recovers the property of speaking less than usual.

make complaints about her milk, though she likes to love her brother brother, but she thinks the best is milk.

Mobei also has a brother, so he doesn't want to continue to talk like this.

After all, the other side is still a child.

It's different from cat and bear.

Mobei points to the game screen, then sends an invitation message.

Feng Nai casually points open, just as a game to play, anyway, with the little brother's water assessment of the pit, as long as he can lie well.

So for this game, fengnai didn't pay much attention to it, but still thought about how to lie down in a while, so as to better meet the pit cargo standard of the pit.

However, in the next second.

His fingers suddenly stopped.

Can see clearly, his pupil of light color, when falling in the game picture, that suddenly rises the danger.

It's like the coming storm.

As if layer after layer of thick fog shrouded in his eyes, the color black to the extreme.

No mistake.

Whether it's image or game ID.

is as like as two peas in his memory.

Darling, Tu, ER!

Many problems, a moment filled with the brain of fenai.

Why does the little brother, Linkeng, use the account of good apprentice.

It was he who knew the good student.

Or, he is

Fengnai's lazy fingers tightened slightly at this moment, and his throat was still burning, but he would not be stupid enough to do something like cat, cat and bear.

After drinking a mouthful of mineral water, Feng Nai's eyes narrowed and pressed his cell phone one by one: "little brother, is that you?"

Mobei's voice was light. "Well," he said, "prepare."

"When did the little brother change his name? I can't recognize it." Fengnai now finds that it's not useless to talk more about the pit. It's very convenient to confirm something.

Mobei didn't say much: "trumpet."

Yeah?

Trumpet?

Looking at the picture of the game, Feng Nai stood up with long legs, copied it into his pants pocket with one hand, and held his mobile phone with the other hand. His eyes were dark and deep, and his side face seemed to be hidden in the dark, with unknown expression.

It's no wonder that I would ask about my dear apprentice.

He thought it was because the little brother, Linkeng, also liked gossip.

Now, it doesn't.

"What is xiaonai playing for you?" The cold and indifferent voice was heard again.

After Feng Nai listened, he laughed and wrote mockingly, but he didn't forget to hit: "if you want to hit an assassin, little brother."

"Good." Mobei left the assassin's place to the other side, chose a different role and officially started the game.

Feng Nai's eyes flash from the screen inch by inch. If there is anything he is most reluctant to recall, it is that he once moved his heart on the Internet.

To a virtual character in the game.

Without knowing who the other party is.

I think this person is very good in all aspects.

Maybe it's because they don't quarrel at all.

So not only in the game to buy a couple of clothes, but also want to meet each other in reality.

Now think about it.

Really

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