Chapter 1190: Hundred and Twelfth Mo Nan Hu Bei (Do not order if you don't like it)

Chapter 1190: One Hundred Two Hundred Mo South Protects the North (Don't Order If You Don't Like It)
"You are already strong."
This is the last sentence of Leng Leng.
Because of this sentence, Mo Nan stood there for a long time.
Then he supported his forehead with one hand and smiled suddenly.
Willfully and evilly, he put his hand on Huoleng's shoulder: "I haven't noticed it before. You have a vision. To be honest, just now you are terrific. Move back to your position ..."
"There is so much talk." Before calling Leng Leng, he thought he would abandon him aside.
Mo Nan didn't care, he just copied the trousers bag with one hand, and when he laughed, he showed his teeth with his little sister.
Huoleng only glanced at it and didn't stay any longer.
"Hey," Mo Nan said again.
Call cold eyes.
Mo Nan: "Thank you."
"Restoring your hand speed." Huan Leng nodded, "Now you can't keep up with me."
Mo Nan looked at the back without temperature, and touched the bridge of his nose. This guy is still the same as before. He doesn't understand what is called the moving atmosphere, and deserves to be single until now.
The manager was still standing there, seeing the two men, he seemed to see a new beginning of the team.
After all, compared to Hei Yan, their awareness of home assistance is indeed much worse.
People who are unfamiliar with this game often ignore the auxiliary position, and only focus on the position where Kerry can c.
Whether it's money or something else.
But people who have been in this industry for a long time know that it is too difficult to find a good assistant.
Hei Yan really picked up Bao and met bey.
Anticipation, hand speed, command, accurate calculation to the second and the opponent's blue consumption situation and passive often.
There are bey willing to go to the auxiliary team.
If it didn't happen then.
Has long been a champion.
He didn't understand why Huo Leng insisted on getting Mo Nan back.
Now he knows a little bit.
Mo Nan is extremely familiar with this game.
He knows what his opponent is thinking.
Not only talent, but also more than a thousand days, facing various opponents and accumulated experience.
It's really been too long.
The long-time manager has forgotten one thing. That year, the teenager who made a sweep of the sword broke into the top ten with an unknown team.
The dark horse of that year exceeded everyone's expectations.
And that boy was either someone else or Mo Nan.
The only thing everyone remembers is the enthusiasm, selling people, 0 kills 6 dead.
But forgot, the shock of that year.
The sharp edge will fall so fast.
Now Mo Nan seems to have understood this truth.
The manager looked away again.
Mo Nan was planning to return, and he hadn't washed yet.
The loser stood there without moving: "Don't you think you won me, you can go to Milan to compete, just at your speed, don't dream!"
Mo Nan ignored, even his eyes were pale.
The manager frowned and was about to speak.
"And your sister, I heard she is back again, what qualifications does she have to return ..."
He hasn't finished his words yet.
Just listen to bang.
Something smashed in the past.
It's a mouse on a computer desk.
Mo Nan stood there, the line was still in his hands, and his eyes were dark and dull: "I'm so sorry, my hands slipped."
"How could it be slippery, you obviously did it on purpose!"
Mo Nan's wicked smile began: "How can you prove that I did it on purpose?"
Lin Yu Feiqi's hands were shaking: "Everyone is watching you hit me."
"I smashed the wall behind you." Mo Nan paced over. "Children, I just wanted to say that, me, it doesn't matter how you pour dirty water on me, my sister, in the future, You try it out. "
I have been cracking down on this recently, but I have written it here because some pros seem to never see it.
You have been deleted for management, and you are still persevering in yy. Mo Nan's foreigners have been strangled. They are indeed brotherhood. I can only say that as his dad, I have tried hard to leave him, and have never won you.
Strike hard is some bad idea. If you say it, this book may be blocked.
During this period, some inappropriate ideas will be deleted and banned.
If you think it's okay, there are problems.
Everyone speaks positively, and there are welfare activities here to join.
Talk about how Mo Bei taught you to stick to it, and you will have the opportunity to get wristbands, pillows, backpacks, etc., provided that you meet the familiar rules.
It's difficult to write about this in the text, because I like nothing you can do.
But whether you like it sincerely or not, at this time, you still come to yy and do not follow the book rules. In order to wait for the updated friends, I will fight you out as a hack, all good, wait for sugar, Ann ...
(End of this chapter)