Adolf hasn't said the word "you" yet.

When he saw the figure in front of him, he drew the knife fiercely, returned again, and directly sent him a knife "back to the city for free" in shangluye district

Adolf looked at the 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 cried and wanted to cry.

Even with his best hero, kill him with his best tricks!

The most hateful thing is, why is that knife more accurate than yourself!

Adolf blocked his chest in one breath. The next walk became more detailed. He even began to subconsciously calculate what. Each walk was extremely accurate.

If Adolf had been a reckless man who was not afraid of heaven and earth.

Now he is a scheming reckless man.

If the latter is cultivated, it can become a sharp sword on the road in any team.

Zhao sanpang looked at the scene with satisfaction.

Feng Yi, a straight suit, came over, glanced up, put his hands around his chest, suddenly smiled, and said, "this doesn't seem to be a tactic that fat master will have."

"You are still smart, old fox." Zhao sanpang did not hide: "the idea is from a small spade. You should also know that looking at the current field, no one's calculation can be higher than small facial paralysis. Playing one-on-one with her can be significantly improved in a short time."

Feng Yi pushed the spectacle frame on the bridge of his nose: "yes, but it should be more than that."

"Of course, the little spade is a real apprentice." Zhao sanpang's eyes are black and bright, like something burning: "she said that Beibei hasn't played a good game for too long. After getting used to intrigues, she may forget some things and ask her to find them back in advance. When the game officially starts, she will put aside her thoughts and become stronger in the Vietnam War."

Feng Yi said, "about this, indeed."

"Seal the fox. We can still win the championship this year." Zhao sanpang's eyes reflected Mo Bei's game picture: "just like that year."

Feng Yi also set his eyes on the past: "I can take it."

Two words, pressed on a group of teenagers.

E-sports, what is it, can only be seen on the field.

One morning, Mobei was fighting 1v1 wheel battles.

You can imagine what the training room will be like.

I don't know whether it's uncomfortable with bey God solo or even worse with a single row of diamond bureaus. Anyway, there have been howls everywhere.

Even Han Xi, the national service ADC, played 90% of the output, 21 killed, 1 killed and 9 assists. In the end, he was forced by others because his teammates were not in the league.

It's really hard to win a stage.

Similarly, it is not so simple to escape from Mobei.

When it gets cold, people still have hope.

After all, the strength of the magic spike lies in its explosive power. In addition, the hero who calls Leng is good at. As long as he is not charged, the whole map can swim away at will, mark the target and harvest directly!

Except for the old k who didn't go wrong, no one can escape.

I'm not sure who can win this one.

Look at the time. It's been so long.

This one 1v1, the playing time is really not short.

Therefore, it has successfully aroused people's interest.

Unfortunately, they are still in qualifying and can't watch the war. They can only wait for the end.

Take off your headphones.

Adolf leaned over and whispered, "Captain, who won?"