Chapter 1356: One thousand three hundred and thirty one

Chapter 1356: One Thousand And Thirty One
People watched the figure walking down the field. Soon, Zhao Jianjian and the ladies looked at each other, jumped off the railing, and ran towards Mo Nan.
The person reading did not stop him because it was clear why Mo Nan made this decision.
According to King, if you hit it again, bey's hand will be used up.
But if the game does not continue, no one will accept the current result.
The red side advances two, and the blue side only enters bey, so no one will have any more comments.
It was too bad. If the game system was unfair, the players they selected would be discredited.
The person reading the book still thought that what the old man said when he came, couldn't make people feel that the road had come to an end, and it was still black.
At least they kept one.
The audience who was still analyzing just accepted the current results.
No more inside story.
Probably it was Monan's voluntary retirement that shocked them a little.
But this is fair. The red side ca n’t just waste it because Xu Yiwan did it alone, right?
In the order, continue to the fourth place.
Mo Bei got good medicine and saw this scene.
She stood there, with her black hair shattered and messy by the wind.
Because she was blocked, she couldn't see her expression at all.
However, she has never been emotionally turbulent, her hand hanging to one side is tighter than ever, and even the joints are pale.
The spectators don't care.
It's like no one thinks that a word can ruin a person.
The staff there asked her to collect the trophy, and there was a jubilant atmosphere everywhere.
After all, everyone sees fairness and is applauding for it.
"The mvp in this trial, Mo North to South!"
After reading the sentence, the readers arrived at Mobei.
Feng Nai, who was standing beside her, was frowning, just as he was looking back to find the person in charge.
Mo Bei had stretched her long legs, and the wind poured in her back. Her face was clear and white, and she came to the reader.
The host over there seemed to pass the trophy to her with a smile, and then passed the topic.
"As the mvp of the entire trial, the most valuable player, what does bey God think?"
Mo Bei's side eyes, black eyes and black hair, handsome and flawless: "My id is called Mo Bei Xiang Nan."
The host paused for a moment, then laughed again: "Looking at my mistake, what do you think?"
"Feeling?" Mo Bei glanced at the trophy in his hand, squinting hard with his left hand.
A click.
People just heard that something was broken.
Then I saw the blood dripping from her palms to the ground.
In the picture, she is cold and beautiful. She looks upright like winter pine and cypress, and her eyes are dark. "Thank you."
No one can feel the gratitude inside, just feel like choking in his throat.
Mo Nan didn't look back, his body froze there.
Mo Bei was watching him: "This will never be my end point. Such a trophy is too light to match your hand. I will go there and carry that trophy back for you."
Mo Nan shocked with one hand holding his trousers pocket.
"Then tell the whole world, my brother, his name is Mo Nan."
Click.
There was another sound.
People stared at the bottom of the trophy, which was broken into Mo Bei's palm.
But she looked like nothing had happened. "When he was at its peak, he could avoid my left field. He was also selected by the Imperial League. It was for me that he did not join. He dreamed of him Let me. "
For a moment.
The audience was boiling.
"Can you avoid the left field? Really?"
"How good is Mo Nan's technology?"
"Did you ever be selected by the Imperial League? Tell me the truth."
"I'm convinced. At this step, it's necessary for bey to tell such a lie? Can you not misinterpret it?"
The straight men really couldn't stand it!
"Come here! It's you! I don't like to be rough with girls, but you remember to me, Mo Nan, he was the most promising player during the youth training camp. Robbed by many professional teams. He used his own strength to enter the national competition with an unknown team. Come tell me who is talking!
"Why fierce, I don't know, wronged."
"I said, I've seen Nang at that time, so I didn't read it wrong."
"What's wrong with giving up the dream to bey?"
"What do you think? Blue can only enter one, otherwise the game will continue. I would like to ask you, three games, the first game was betrayed, the second game 2 played 8 and the third game played alone. , How much pressure will the hand endure, such a trick as Cangshan Longyin, how delicate the opponent's speed and wrist rotation requirements are, and let a bruised person continue to hit 1 to 5, you are fair, Nan brother can only Retired to change, do you think he cares about what you say? He only cares about one person from beginning to end. "
"Why are you so fierce, and his retirement has nothing to do with us? Bey's hand injury was not caused by us."
"Yeah, not you." The straight man stood up and looked at the stage.
In that figure, the trophy in her hand was still stained with blood.
It is how desperate it is that we have come here, standing in a sober and rational way by hurting ourselves.
"I won't lose until these things come," she said.
Crowded, Mo Nan smiled low.
He knows.
Even if everyone surrenders.
The small facial paralysis in his house will not give up.
"Brother Nan." It was a thin little demon. He came over with his little milk, holding a flag in his hand.
People are looking back.
It's because the flag on the little devil's hand is too eye-catching!
That is the team flag that no one can forget. When the imperial league won the national championship, the z wore this team flag.
"day!"
Someone couldn't help but reach out and covered his mouth.
"I read it right, is it true?"
"Can't fake it. This flag is only available to God Z."
"So the rumor is true, that child is really z-God ..."
The little devil didn't care about the sensation he caused. Like his father, he was very expensive at a young age and was very good at himself. She thinks that apart from Qin eating soft rice and sister Bei, it is the best jungler. "
After listening to this sentence, there was no one beside him.
The moment the two children stood on the seat and draped the battle flag over Mo Nan's body, the number of straight men heated their eyes.
"Nam!"
"We wait for you to come back!"
It was a sound from the chest, shaking the heart and boiling.
As soon as Mo Nan stopped, the flag of war unfolded on him and swelled in the wind.
Mo Bei let go of his hand ...
(End of this chapter)