National School Prince Is A Girl

In a trance.

Feng Yi actually felt that he had seen the expensive god of war.

Qin Mo at the time was like this.

Watching him play games is like watching a feast

All the blood that was once extinguished seems to be burning at this instant, and the audience on the field are shouting the same name, Dimeng!

No one said that in this game, the team that will definitely lose is the Dimeng League.

All overtakings are like a miracle.

This miracle was brought by the teenager.

Xiao Jing ’s right hand did not move away from the mouse, looking at the countdown to the resurrection, and said only two words to the drop: "Hold.

Everyone knows that this wave is the key to the imperial alliance, which is the key to Shonan.

Just after the resurrection, the rest of them died three times, and they no longer have the qualification to play.

It should just be not too late.

After the resurrection, they still have a chance.

This is the desire of every Shonan team member from the bottom of his heart.

But, the next second, a white figure broke their expectations.

Qin Mo!

"Qin Shen's hand is so injured, do you want to go?"

The white figure with Long Yue Tower on the screen answered the questions in everyone's mind.

Waving and waving the mouse, the last moat in Xiangnan was gone when he rolled out.

Qin Mo jumped over with the dragon and headed for the high ground.

Squinting, carrying a sniper gun, was a blow in the direction of Qin Mo.

Qin Mo moved his right hand with his left hand, and his left hand took off and landed on the side of the figure, avoiding the cannonball, cut across from the left side, and crossed the sword with the electric array. Rolled his position, rolled to the right again, the sniper artillery rebounded, and hit him hard with a bang.

"It seems that Qin Mo's hand injury has seriously affected his operation."

"Xiao Jing is about to be resurrected in fifteen seconds. Such a strong attack by Qin Mo should not be able to attack. Even if there is a flying dragon as an assist, it is not so easy to break through highland defense.

"Looking at such operations as Qin Mo, if you fail, you will be killed by the goddess Luo."

As if to answer the commentator's words, in the next second, Qin Mo will have less than half a jar of blood left.

Even if the dragon is still there, it can't hide the decline of his operation.

The teenager who was still waiting for the resurrection suddenly looked in the direction of Qin Mo.

Then I realized that the wrist holding the mouse was obviously swollen.

In a flash, Bo Jiu squeezed the mouse in his hand, hoping that he could resurrect and rush out now.

All the audience felt sorry.

Including sitting in front of Internet cafes, the oldest group of people who like to play online games.

When such a bad operation, coupled with the id Qin Mo, everyone felt uncomfortable for a while.

After all, Qin Mo is different from others.

This is true even for fans of other teams.

"Qin Shen will not be really killed?"

One of the Dimeng fans asked a question to the people around them.

No one answered, that atmosphere would not work.

People watched the screen, Qin Mo's blood volume retreating less and less.

The goddess of falling did not give up this opportunity, and rolled in the direction of Qin Mo.

Just when everyone turned their heads and didn't want to watch this scene again.

But Yoshin stood up, clutching the railing in front of him with his fingers, and his eye crossed a sharp edge: "Xiangnan Zhongji."

In the middle?

What do you mean?