National School Prince Is A Girl

"So a person who doesn't like talking doesn't mean that she doesn't want to kill." Qin Mo's voice is very weak: "Sometimes the grievances accumulate to a certain point will also produce this kind of thought, but one thing, the murderer let her As an accomplice, it is not necessarily used on Chen Hong. "

Bo Jiu frowned: "Several other victims."

"This is just my speculation, and it depends on the evidence to confirm this speculation." Qin Mo reached out his hand, picked up the cell phone next to him, and typed the last sentence from the murderer: "What you need to do has been sent to yours. In the mailbox, open it."

"Mailbox?" Bo Jiu narrowed his eyes: "This is ..."

Qin Mo ’s voice has n’t changed much: “It ’s very likely that it ’s a mailbox in the school. Generally speaking, this kind of mailbox is not used at all. It ’s not surprising that the police will miss this.”

"I'll go to school tomorrow to see." Bo Jiu smiled. Although she didn't go to school like this before, she is already familiar with it. Anyway, it can be done by crossing the wall. From the current clues, the murderer explained the seat. Mo Er is very important.

Qin Mo put down his mobile phone, looked up at Bo Jiu, his voice was very weak: "Sleep."

"So early?" Bo Jiu raised a brow, his hand faster than his mouth.

Qin Mo looked at someone who was pulling his clothes. Jun's face came to his side, which meant that Bo Jiujiu was let go.

Bo Jiu laughed, with a bit of suffocation: "Mo brother, I bought Burger King and Coke, play games, sleep after eating?"

"No computer or mobile phone." Qin Mo's eyes were light.

Bo Jiu thought for a while: "Wait."

After I finished, I went downstairs and went to the study.

Open the study drawer, there are at least a dozen mobile phones.

Basically, they are of different brands and models, and they are all her usual tools. I took one at hand and tried it and the response was not bad.

Connected to the wireless network and returned to the room.

"Mo brother, you use my phone, I use this."

Qin Mo snorted: "You are not afraid of whom I contact."

"I'm a trumpet, there's no one on it, you can't contact anyone." When Bo Jiu smiled, he always seemed very clever.

Such deceptive foxes made Qin Mo raise his eyebrows, looked at the nickname of the game on the screen of the mobile phone, and twitched his lips.

Bo Jiu coughed softly, thinking hard and forgetting his nickname.

"Qin Mo is my little secret?" Qin Mo yelled again.

Bo Jiu could hear that there was only a lot of mockery in it.

Qin Mo slipped his finger across the screen: "Every day the gold master Baba thinks, it's really like dreaming."

Bo Jiuxin said, I want to tie you up, not just tied up, I can sleep for a while, how can I dream.

But these words, Bo Jiu wouldn't say it stupidly, sitting lazily on the sofa, the black jacket was still on his body, and took a straw into the Coke.

Qin Mo sat next to her: "What hero to choose."

"Anyway, anyway, there is a brother, I can lie and win." Bo Jiu bit a fries, thinking that the medicine should be mixed.

Qin Mo turned his eyes and looked at the man again: "I play with one hand, how can I let you lie and win."

"Then I will take Mo Brother to lie and win." Bo Jiuyi smiled and chose a hero who often played.

The game enters.

Qin Mo is really operating with one hand.

When he came up, he typed three words: "Practice a hero."

The first reaction of the teammates is that this game is a little dangling.

Fortunately, he chose Fatan, not the kind that is easy to die.

Teammates think it's not too pitted.

They all play with trumpets, and all levels are low.

Bo Jiu's game is not the same as her usual style.

Mindful of the medicine in Coke, the speed of brushing wild monsters is very slow, just rely on Ping a.

In fact, there is a mistake in the understanding of the teammates.

In this game, anyone who takes the middle path plays a very crucial role.

We said that the heroes of the order guarded the tower, as long as they can hold for four minutes, it is a good order. After all, one person must be at least two people, and sometimes there is an ambush in the grass.

The jungler's assassin didn't support the road within four minutes, so he was not a good jungler.

But these are not important in the middle.

Hitting the middle road is not just enough for you to hold the moat.

You must always look at the small map to support it at any time.

Therefore, the position where Qin Mo is standing is very important.

Even in such a trumpet game, no one will come back to fight the wild, according to Qin Mo ’s style of play, he has become accustomed to, zoom in on the small map to see his wild area, and see that someone does not even put his skills when playing wild monsters. Brow raised: "You hit me with Lan Baba, I hit it, is it fun?"

Bo Jiuwen said that the fries had just finished eating, and her eyes returned to the screen of her mobile phone. She was almost killed by blue.

An assassin was killed by Blue Baba ... It was also pitting.

Bo Jiu thought for a while, just act first, and act again, otherwise, she would always miss the glass of cola.

After thinking of this, she rolled her eyes and glanced down at the great god who was playing games.

With one hand hitting Fatan, there is still time to stare at her, it is estimated that there is only one big god.

It is impossible not to lose blood, but with the habit of calculating blood volume and skills of the great god, if you do n’t go out of the tower, there is really no way to get the great god opposite.

Even at this level, I like the group.

Three people came at once, and the assassin on the opposite side was still hidden in the grass. A stick knocked it down, and the god flashed with one hand, putting a skill.

Three people lost blood at the same time.

Of course, lethality is not enough.

Qin Mo still stood under the tower, his voice slowly: "Look at your own mobile phone."

Bo Jiu: ... even she can notice when she peeks ...

Bo Jiu said that the drunkard meant not to drink, and hit a wild monster under the meaning, and then picked up the cola, and the straw touched Qin Mo's lips.

Young Master Qin has never been drinking this kind of thing, but someone who sent it is different. He took a sip and said, "Come and take the head."

"Okay." Bo Jiujin saw the great God drinking Coke, with a half-hook in his mouth, carrying a large knife. One skill release hit the mob, and he made a big move across the wall.

Coupled with Qin Mo's one-handed coordination with serial locking.

The other party's mage had come together to think of freezing Bo Jiu. Unexpectedly, just after her skills were thrown out, Bo Jiu reached behind her, and the knife rang.

K, o.

The first drop of blood got his hand.

Behind him again, he happened to meet the residual blood shooter.

The scimitar is horizontal.

Double kill!

Bo Jiu's blood also fell in half.

The assassin squatting in the grass across from him wanted a stick to knock.

At this time, Bo Jiu made a big move and jumped back into the moat tower, making it impossible for anyone to grasp.

Not only that.

Qin Mo took the opportunity to open up and attract people.

Bo Jiu carried the machete and turned around again, with two sounds.

Three, kill!

The news from Midway surprised the other three teammates.

But it is not Fatan who is so powerful in their eyes.

After finishing his head, Bo Jiu started to look at Qin Mo again. He didn't forget to switch out while playing the game, and look at the time.

When I went in again, I found myself dead.

died?

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows. The other party's assassin should not be resurrected.

Qin Mo glanced at someone, turned sideways, and pointed her finger at her screen: "How does it feel to be killed by the other's moat?"

Bo Jiu: ... it might as well be killed by Blue Baba.

But she noticed a little.

That is, after saying this, the god stretched out his hand and pulled away the collar of the shirt. Even the handsome face looked bloodier than usual.

Three minutes.

The drug effect should start to work.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu rushed into the crowd again, but this time he forgot to put his skills and position, and went to die in seconds.

Qin Mo turned his head and thin lips spit out: "Are you an undercover sent by the other party?"

Bo Jiu drank another fries, and when he was careless, he also brought a trace of suffocation: "Mo brother, I only died twice, you see the road is dead four times, to say who is undercover, that is. , The economy is bad, the other party beat me, I lose blood quickly. "

"Do you still want to win?" Qin Mo's tone was very slow.

Bo Jiu smiled: "Thinking."

Qin Mo didn't speak. If he couldn't even see someone's state, he didn't need to be a psychocriminologist.

Such an absent-mindedness, I don't know what I'm thinking.

The only thing Qin Mo could think of was related to the person who sat in the car just before she went upstairs.

This gave him a pause.

That's it.

The opponent's mage hit the fireball with him.

Plus a sweeping sweep.

Three people surrounded him in the center.

That must be impossible.

Look at the fallen characters on the screen.

Qin Mo ripped the neckline again, as if this was the only way to make himself less annoying.

It's just that those eyes are cold.

Bo Jiu also surprised how the great god died.

According to the truth, even if it is operated by one hand, the Great God will not be too bad without going out of the tower.

Is it the effect of medicine?

Bo Jiu thought about it, but thought there was such a possibility that the corner of his mouth was tilted upward, and it seemed that he was not far from success.

Qin Mo did not realize where his troubles came from, but the people who went down the road still shouted: "Don't send Fatan, keep the heroes under the tower and don't come out."

A person who has died six times is really not qualified to say such things.

But Qin Mo's attention was not there, probably because he was uneasy, so he even dries with his lips.

Put down the phone, took the coke next to it, and after a few sips, returned to the game.

Bo Jiu was sitting next to him with a smile on his face. It seemed that the drug effect really worked. Otherwise, according to the habit of the Great God, he should not take the initiative to drink Coke.

Game is a kind of existence that can distract people's attention.

In addition, there is something hidden in Qin Mo's heart. When he realizes that it is wrong, it is already the people on their side who are playing the dominant role, and the people from the opposite side are robbing.

He paused there, frowning, frowning, looking at the Coke aside ...

Thank you baby monthly pass.