National School Prince Is A Girl

The sound of the game sounds.

For the first time, Qin Mo felt that some people were thick-skinned, which was quite attractive.

However, it is easy to understand.

Domestic prey, of course, will look better and better.

At this time, Bo Jiu had entered the page and directly selected the characters.

She uses a trumpet, and the level is not eye-catching.

But that name ... Qin Mo looked at it and raised an eyebrow: "Qin Xiaomi belongs to my family?"

Bo Jiu's scalp is slightly numb: "Mo brother, don't care about these details."

"How come, after all, you are the golden master." Qin Mo said, leaning over and biting her ear.

Bo Jiuyi trembled, and his ears were red.

Qin Mo looked satisfied, and his eyes returned to the screen: "Someone is talking."

Bo Jiu also saw that it was a man who wanted to grab a wild position.

She didn't let it.

The man was obviously unhappy and didn't change, so it was so exhausting.

Playing games with temper is definitely not conducive to development.

Bo Jiu also knew that he didn't say much. It was common sense to pay money before catching people.

But his teammates are still talking: "The one who plays assassins on the same team, look at my level, then look at yours, you can't see that I am two levels higher than you, I have to fight with me, I tell you, You ’d better not pit, if you pit, complain about you when you go out. "

Qin Mo listened to the words on his mobile phone, his eyes darkened, from his initial lack of interest, to the sight of only one person locked: "What is he doing?"

After hearing this, Bo Jiu realized that the Great God really had amnesia, as if he were a newcomer.

"In brushing the wild, the assassins need to brush wild monsters to increase their economy, or they will not grow up. Every assassin must find a way to reach level 4 as soon as possible. The most effective way is to brush the wild."

Hearing this, Qin Mo smiled and reached out to let her change her walking route.

"Why?" Bo Jiu was a little bit confused. What is God doing?

Qin Mo tapped the screen: "I play."

"Are you going to fight?" Bo Jiu's eyes brought surprises.

Qin Mo's voice was faint: "No, I saw the operation you just made. There is a button to directly hit the jungle."

That's right.

But ... Bo Jiu looked at the great god standing in the grass of the Blue Baba, waiting for others to brush the wild. What is this for?

Soon, Bo Jiu understood the intention of the Great God.

Because the voice of the teammate on their side rang again: "I depend, I played blue for a long time!"

Next.

The man found that whether it was blue, red, or any mobs, they would be snatched away with precision at the last knife, and they would be scolded there.

Bo Jiu saw the great god, his backbone fingers lifted slightly, turned off the voice button above, and continued to do his own field work.

"I hang up! Fuck!" This time it was typing.

The teammates are helpless, thinking to make that high-ranking good fight.

The man snorted and divided into three paragraphs to send a message: "Let that Qin Xiaomi don't snatch me wild, I will go out! Just like that, what will you do besides snatching me wild, come personal Can kill him. "

Bo Jiu swept the light, took the phone, and pressed a few words to go back: "Don't want to come out? Then don't you come out."

After talking, she manipulated the characters in her hand, like a cold wind, and swept towards the opposite wild area.

Yi Yi fluttered, and even the sword was glowing with white light.

"Rhythm of death." The assassin's words just fell.

The sound of the game sounded.