National School Prince Is A Girl

When Qin Mo's game id appeared in everyone's eyes.

The whole network seemed to stop at 0.1 second.

Immediately!

It's really fried!

The public screen message was smashed!

The cry of ah ah filled the whole game!

"My Qin God! What I saw! My Qin God! I will do it, calm down, I will take another look, mother, it is really Qin God!"

"Excitedly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs for three laps! There were surprises online today!"

"What? Is Qin Shen back? Where, where ?!"

"Click to watch the war, the first room shows that they are Qin God!"

"I depend, five black! Since I am still alive, I can still see this scene online!"

"Don't stop me, I want to see my husband!"

The game hasn't started yet, Qin Mo is still choosing characters, not just here, even Guanwei has been bombed!

No matter how black said, he was cold.

But one thing is that the popularity of the official micro-reposting has not been reduced.

Qin Mo, these two words represent what every e-sports team knows.

They didn't know his life experience, they just wanted to dig him up, but he didn't go away, when he got to know Feng Yi's little agent.

All businessmen are well aware of the hot spots, traffic, popularity, and god-like operating techniques that no one can surpass.

He is not a star.

But it has more topics than stars.

Many people are caught up in the dust.

The heat has been rising.

The number of people watching the battle is the same.

"Huh? Why hasn't Qin Shen chosen a character yet?"

"The jungler's positions are all vacant, and Qin Shen will definitely jungler, ah, I have a hunch, and today my husband's operation will cry again!"

Say so, but this time, Qin Mo's role selection time is indeed too long.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced towards this side.

I saw the captain of their family, holding a mouse in one hand, and casually asked the boy next to him: "Which character did you choose last time?"

"Do you want to use what I have used?" Bo Jiu smiled and turned sideways, holding the mouse across his hand, his breath a little bit: "This, this is the most handsome assassin in the hero, dressed in white. With a long sword in his hand and a graceful position, when he gets better, he can show the audience and is liked by many girls. He will call his husband or brother in private. "

"Do you like it too?" Qin Mo asked with certainty while absent-mindedly asking someone, what do the fake people like?

Bo Jiuban dragged his cheeks and smiled. He was very evil: "I like it."

"Is it?" Qin Mo had the urge to change the role and re-selected. His thin lips were a little cold, and he didn't look handsome. He had a little white face and a hip flask hanging on his waist. Ah.

He used to think that the prey he fought for had no obvious advantages, but his vision was good.

Now it seems that the vision is not good.

Unexpectedly, his idea has not yet come down.

There was the voice of the teenager again, the breath was very close to him, like he said in his ear, it was a little hot and itchy: "Because Mo brother, your best role is him, to tell the truth, this whole In the game, only you operate him, he will be particularly handsome, no one else can look at it. "

Lin Feng: ... I'm relying on it, little spade, do you still have the morale?Such words can be spoken!This game can't be played yet!