Chapter 1240: Twelve hundred and fifty can not afford to mess with

Chapter 1240: One Hundred Two Hundred and Twenty Five
Suddenly, the air at the scene seemed to be cooled.
The talking girl's face froze, because it was too sudden, and even the corners of her mouth looked a little unnatural.
Even if it's not the Dimeng Fan, you know what Qin Mo means.
That year, he led the Huaxia team and won the world championship.
Longkeng Tianxiu, extreme dressing, no soldiers line demolition, even some foreign players now play with him as the front car.
So far, no one has been able to break through his three thousand swords.
That is the that is truly recorded in the history of e-sports.
Imperial League was created by him, and now the little boy standing here is his son?
The mother in his mouth ...
A click.
The badge in the girl's hand is missing.
The same is true of the other onlookers, with shock on every face!
Then there was a bang.
"That is actually the son of God Q and God Z!"
"I am a mother? What can I do? I can't imagine it, but that's my youth."
"I don't listen, I will still marry me."
"Really? It always feels unreal, and the age is not right."
When the girl heard this sentence, she seemed to have caught something and leaned her head and said, "Children do n’t say anything. Everyone knows that the Z was only 19 when he retired. How can there be you? Such an old child. "
"That's right."
"God z played the World Series later and saw nothing."
"Age can't be justified."
The girl decided that it was impossible: "I said bey, you are really good enough. In order to wash yourself, you can just call a child to be the son of God Z, and it doesn't count as time."
The thin little devil's eyes narrowed and he just wanted to speak.
Mo Bei stood next to him, then drew the keyboard on his back, then flipped his hand sideways: "Imperial fan? Do you know what this is?"
The girl snorted: "It's not just a keyboard. What on earth do you want to say?"
"In the World Championship that year, China won the championship. Everyone in the team had their own custom keyboard." Mo Bei held the keyboard alone, and made a handsome and dashing cross: "This one is called the z, and the whole body is black. There is no other color, it can be folded and disassembled, and on its side, the owner's id is carved in pure gold. "
The girl's face quickly turned white. She did hear such a keyboard, but what the keyboard was like, she had never seen it before.
It should be said that few people have met, except those in Milan at the time.
Is this really the son of God Z?
If that was the case, she would become a joke.
How could Dimeng Fan not know the son of God Z, and still said that he was a child who did not know where he came from.
No, she is not allowed to go to that point. In the future, no matter how she organizes everyone, her credibility will decline.
Anyway, no one has proved that this keyboard is real, not to mention that some people in the group do not know the existence of the keyboard.
It's better to deny, or to end.
After the girl made up her mind, she laughed: "God bey is willing to play like this, just play it, and get out a keyboard to make people believe that z has children? Really have children, why don't we know that Emperor Fan?"
"You can use the three words" Dimengfan "to deny z's son?" Suddenly, with applause, laziness rang out from the crowd: "It's terrible, can't afford it, can't afford it."
(End of this chapter)