National School Prince Is A Girl

It just ends in this way.

It's a pity too.

Lin Shentao's eyes moved to the organizing committee with Feng Yi's figure, and he saw Feng Yi just about to speak to the person in charge.

Just hear a click.

The teenager sitting at the computer pressed Qin Mo's wrist for the second time.

Only this time, Bo Jiu did not free another hand to relieve the pressure for Qin Mo, because that was not allowed by the system.

"Mo Brother, do you believe me?"

This is the voice of a teenager, with a peculiar lowness mixed in the light, and passed through the earphone cable to everyone's ears.

"Believe."

The two words are Qin Mo's answer. The deep eyes are placed on the boy's body, and they come back and fall on his wrist.

Bo Jiu pressed his hand and focused his eyes: "As you said before, I will bring the rhythm of the Dimeng League. I will call Zhao Sanfao called Dad. Don't worry."

Seeing how the teenager was talking seriously, the silver hair was still messy with earphones, Qin Mo suddenly relaxed his wrist strength: "Okay."

What a good thing!

Zhao San fat was angry, who wants to call that bastard kid father!

He found the man of Little Spades, and it was really impossible not to beat him!

Watch him for a while without chopping people down!

Thinking this way, all the people in southern Hunan have rushed out.

Bo Jiu turned his head away, his silver hair was blocked, and Junmei looked sideways, looking at Feng Yi's direction.

Feng Yi paused and smiled suddenly after seeing the line of sight. Is this telling him not to move?

Instead, the person in charge looked at Feng Yi and raised a brow: "Is there anything wrong with the Emperor League?"

"No." Feng Yixiao's decent smile, even if the organizing committee's face was inexplicable, he just stood there and did not say abandon the game.

Everyone knows that Dimeng is at a disadvantage now.

Still because the economy can't keep up.

Plus there is only one moat tower in the middle.

The rhythm of this game is really not so good.

What's more, the other party has Xiao Jing.

The man who never breathed a sigh of relief.

The game of heroes has an ironic conclusion. The person who controls the wild area is the person who controls the entire game.

So Xiao Jing never gave up brushing wild.

Nor did it give Dimeng a chance to suppress it under the tower and prevent them from coming out, which was already an advantage.

The new wave of team fights has gathered in the middle with the fierce competition.

At this time, the moat towers on both sides are very few.

In addition to Xiao Jing, Luo Luo, Bo Jiu and Qin Mo.

Everyone has died twice.

If you die again, you will be judged out.

So this wave of three-person team battle is bound to open.

Everyone's skills are excellent.

It's just obvious that Shonan's attack speed is too fierce.

It was so fierce that even standing under the moat tower, the Emperor League did not dare to take it lightly, plus the opponent had a soldier line.

The audience clenched their hands nervously, and always felt that this round of team battle, the Dimeng League would collapse.

Sometimes intuition comes just like this.

Zhao Sanfa came in with a big move, directly interrupting Xue Yaoyao's rain array, and successfully cut off more than half of her blood.

With Zhao Sanfa's blow, the tank leapt forward and squatted down on Xue Yaoyao. The goddess fell into a position, carrying a sniper gun, and was a shot towards Xue Yaoyao.

In the blood of the sky, Xue Yaoyao's screen turned into a rich gray.

Dimeng is really about to lose.

Because there seems to be no time for Bo Jiu to take rhythm.