National School Prince Is A Girl

The team battle begins!

No matter whether it is the second middle school or the first middle school, they are all heading towards the middle road!

But these teammates are not the Imperial League team after all.

And in the world of S2, when it comes to killing, you do n’t care about anything!

Especially the prickly youth, shouted: "Ahhhhhh!" and rushed towards Bo Ximing's side!

Bo Jiu first got a mess with his own voice effects, and it was too late to pull his arm back!

Looking at him, he rushed into the crowd.

Five people surrounded him in an instant, and the second went out!

Bo Jiu glanced at the distance. In this situation, the god wanted to save, but he couldn't catch up.

"Lying trough! Kill my brother! Is it right when I don't exist!" The other person violently ran away, and rushed forward!

Bo Jiu reached helplessly, his silver hair fell between his fingers.This is their strategy?

"Take him, yeah, get him!" The thorn-headed youths were all dead, and they still shouted there.

The boss lady thought that something had happened and turned back frequently.

Just watch a few people bury their heads there and drag their phones.

The prickly youth is also too eye-catching.

Thanks to the small number of people at this barbeque restaurant, otherwise they are bound to be on the lookout.

Double kill!

Don't think about it, they hung another S2.

This time the Great God arrived, but there was a person who was a step faster than him, and he jumped forward and was destroyed ...

Bo Jiu wanted to sigh in such a way of giving away.

The Great God himself didn't even have any emotions at all, Junmei retreated directly under the moat tower with a profile.

"Handsome man, what are you doing, rushing!" The second one, who hasn't been exterminated, has red eyes and continues to die.

Four kills!

Under the moat, this is really the only God left.

Mobile phone operation directly affected Qin Mo's hand speed.

But Bo Jiu also saw it. Just now the Great God dropped a drop of blood to save one of them.

He is standing under the tower and intends to pick 1.

The thorn-headed young people finally succeeded in resurrection, and those who roared roared forward!

But before he could move his finger, the phone in front of him didn't know what was going on, he was snatched away!

"Hey! That's mine ..." The prickly youth roared towards Bo Jiuyi.

Qin Mo's fingers moved a bit, thinking about it. Bo Jiu has been very good these days, and it is estimated that he can't help but want to touch the mobile phone.

He could understand the teenagers in adolescence and probably couldn't help it.

Bo Jiu really couldn't bear it. Although she knew that the god was standing under the moat, picking 1 and 5 was okay, but she was uncomfortable watching the scene.

The other party is a group of people, and they are also equipped to siege the gods.

The prickly youth was completely shocked by Bo Jiu's murderous face.

He didn't think of it. The handsome guy who had been smiling all the time just now, it seems like he is demonized in the blink of an eye. The face is still that face. Jealous, but the momentum is completely different, as if the sword has become enlightened, the whole body exudes Ling!

"No, don't rush forward!" The thorn-headed youth screamed depressively: "You are going to die!"

Bo Jiu didn't lift his head: "Do you know what it means to die?"

Spiked youth: ...

Why does he always feel that this sentence is mocking him, it must be that he thinks more!

Well, the form is grim!

The prickly-headed young man with a serious face, Bo Jiu had a smile when he saw it.