Chapter 1434: Fourteen hundred and ten, you are not worthy

Chapter 1434: Fourteen One Ten, You Are Not Worthy
Mo Bei sided, holding a thin devil in one hand, and one hand hanging on one side. The wind that blew in whizzed past, and gradually became a little cold as the car hummed.
Her black hair was blown into a mess, but it didn't affect her face.
Faintly, only the arc of the chin can be seen.
Pale with something else beyond words.
No one could see her expression clearly.
She seemed to have thought about it for a long time, and seemed to have thought nothing.
After almost a minute.
She just opened her mouth.
Just asked.
"Did my brother give me the opportunity for surgery?"
The sound was as if it could be blown away by the wind.
But those who knew her could hear it, and the atmosphere inside was a little unstable.
Few things in the world can make Mo Bei's breath unstable.
Even at the borders of the snow-capped mountains that are not changing all year round, the body is extremely uncomfortable, and they are still trying to complete the designated tasks in the shortest time.
At that time, her sore forehead would sweat, but she would never be unstable.
I just want to be quicker and come back to this place faster.
Back to the arena where you can play with that group of people.
How many times, this thought was supported deep in her heart, so that she did not reveal any weakness.
Today, her voice is a little hoarse.
She said, "Ann, don't lie to me."
The flying eagle over there was froze. You must know that such a thing cannot bey know.
In her personality, if she learned that only one of the two could be selected for surgery, she would not accept it.
Not to mention that man is still Mo Nan.
Feiying looked at the thin little devil. This is Z's son. It is certainly not bad in comforting people, at least to say something. Let her survive the hurdle.
Bo Xiao's hand is still in the palm of Mo Bei. He raised his head and looked like a child, his eyes were black and clear, but when he was talking, he was like a gentleman: "Yes."
Two words, no denial at all.
The flying eagle in a fluffy coat really wanted to drag the child over and let him talk. If it wasn't a little devil, he would have been intimidated.
The appearance of Bo Xiaomon was so impressed that he was called a takeaway and was by the halo.
This kind of thing, the flying eagle does not want to go through it again.
But it's better to just say something than to just throw the word "yes" in the past.
Mo Bei looked at him, his eyes deepened and deepened.
After being quiet for more than ten seconds, Bo Xiaovil also said: "Sister Bei, do you want to give up? Give up the opportunity for surgery and let Nan brother cure him."
There was too much emotion in Mo Bei's eyes.
The little devil seemed to be telling the truth: "Let him do it, what can he do, he has retired."
"Sister Bei." There was immaturity in Bo Xiaoyue's voice: "He cut off, your way back, blocking thousands of horses there, so that's a possibility, you should know better than anyone."
Mo Bei's hands were clenching, and his tight palms were full of crescents.
"Can't you bear it?" The little devil slowly let go of her hand. "If it is, I use other methods to shut up those people."
Mo Bei retracted his gaze and dragged his scarf up: "Go, go to the organizing committee."
Just go to the organizing committee? Really not participating?
The eagle was uncomfortable looking aside and wanted to move some data.
The little devil tilted his head: "You stay here, do you want to be taken away by those who are sent by my daddy?"
The flying eagle had always acted in his own favor. He looked up and looked at the figure.
At the subway, the wind was blowing, and the man was silent all the way.
No one can really see Mo Bei's expression clearly.
Not to know, how difficult every step she took from here.
As a kid, he said, my sister is better than me, let my sister go.
When he grows up, he said, you know what, my sister, genius playing wild, you all are dregs.
Later, he said, facet paralysis, you have to go forward, do not look back, rest assured that there is an older brother.
In order to keep her qualifications, he stood there with a spirited smile, even when facing the camera.
He said: "I, Mo Nan, will officially retire starting today and never play again."
Mo Bei bowed his head and pulled up the scarf.
"He deserves his hands."
"No matter what, it's 0 kills 6 dead."
"Everyone else is fine, Mo Nan, why did you make it to the final."
These sounds, they made her look like smoke.
impossible.
It will never be.
Mo Bei looked down at the building, because of her arrival, she also surrounded some people who would come to interview the organizing committee.
"Bey! Bey!"
Someone came over there, holding a microphone in his hand.
"Bey, you can't keep up with hand speed. What do you think about this?"
"Is your personal interest important, or is teamwork more important?"
"Some people say that if they really love this industry, they would have retired long ago. After all, who is doing it and who is going to do it, it ’s important to go outside to play. Winning is the most important thing. Have you considered this statement? What about automatic yielding? "
Every problem came when I smashed it.
Mo Bei raised his eyes. The red eyes were red the moment before, and nothing was left at the bottom of the eyes.
Then she smiled, her face was never wanton.
"Why are you laughing?"
The man who was near was smirked by this laughter.
Mo Bei stepped closer and looked at the big screen cast by the organizing committee.
That was the picture when the imperial league won the championship.
Before the bright lights, we must all readily accept the embarrassment and difficulty, even slander and calculation.
Even if you tell yourself so.
The strength of the hand still could not help but aggravate, even with a sound of oppression.
"You never knew what I was relying on to support me here."
"Have you heard of Mo Nan's name?"
The people interviewing her were a little dazed. They asked if she would take the initiative to retire for the overall situation, and bey suddenly did what Timonan did.
"Bey god, do n’t change the subject. I also like to watch your videos, so I would like to ask you a question instead of fans. In this case, should you take the initiative to retire? Fans think you are too tired. It ’s not appropriate to hit your hand again, who is such a small thing as Mo Nan, so don't say it at this time. "
Mo Bei looked at her hand, and she let go of her strength: "Little things?"
"The most important thing now is the Milan competition. If you are here, it may affect the overall strength of the team. After all, your hand speed is already ..."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Bei interrupted: "Want to know?"
The man nodded.
The sound quality of Mo Bei is still weak: "You said just now, you replace the fans?"
"Imperial powder." The man said with a decent face: "After all, you were the heir of Imperial League."
Mo Bei took it a step closer: "Is it your title? It is self-proclaimed, and it is also considered as an imperial alliance?"
The man did not touch those people before, and after a change of face, he said, "Even if I am a spectator watching a game, you should be able to deal with it. Your original intention of playing the game, not to mention this has something to do with our external record."
"My original intention of playing the game ..." Mo Bei stood upright, copying his trousers with both hands. At that moment, the wind blew and messed up his hair. It was a handsome face with clear abstinence and pale thin lips. Then, the black material was full: "You people like this don't deserve to know."
The whole scene was a bit fried.
"What does she mean?"
"Is it unclear what is happening now?"
"I'm so convinced, how could there be such a madness."
"What else did you sell before? I want to resist her jointly."
Accompanying the sound, the sound swept through.
Mo Bei did not tilt her eyes to look at her, she paced past the man, and walked directly towards the revolving glass door.
Bo Xiaomon followed her behind, but didn't go in immediately, but stopped beside the person just now.
The man was still angry with his finger stretched out, not forgetting to say to a colleague next to him, "This kind of person is not worthy of being a professional player. Which professional player is like her and only considers for her own self!"
The thin little devil did not hesitate, stepping on it with one foot, his face was white and expensive.
The man who was in pain was going to scold, and his head was facing a child.
The little devil removed his feet.
The man squinted: "Where the bear child is, parents don't care, let me control you."
He hasn't waited for him to lift his hand.
A dark shadow over there held his wrist, and his eyes were cold and could freeze people.
The little devil didn't look at him, like a vampire prince with oriental blood in the 19th century: "This person just used Imperial League and charged him the price according to commercial charges. If he doesn't want to give it to me, he will throw it away. He said he confessed that my mummy was here, thinking that my mummy should be with him and should not marry Qin Mo. "
That man: ... when did he say that! and many more! Qin, Qin, Qin Mo? !!
"Please, sir, Little Master has re-registered the right to use Dimeng. You ... need to pay."
It's all this time. It's not as simple as paying. President Qin couldn't bear it when he heard such words. Little Master really wanted to make this person die miserably.
It really should be treated, the mouth is so owed ~
I'm stuck here at this time, and I want a result. No one is looking forward to Mo Bei's goodness. This is for sure.
Topic, heat, including the strongest team they want.
Feiying followed Mo Bei along the way.
Sometimes he really wanted her to be just like him, be a hacker, be happy, and there would be so many things.
Use Monan's surgery to change his own.
How did she accept it.
The elevator is going up.
Until the top stops.
Then someone came out and greeted, "Is Mo north to south? Please, I am here to wait for you. The situation inside is a bit complicated."
Then, he looked back behind Mo Bei, only looking at a person wearing a fleece jacket, but did not see the familiar figure, he could not help raising his eyebrows: "Feng Shao, did you come?"
If Feng Shao is here, the situation may be more friendly to this Miss Mo.
Feng Shao did not come to mean that he did not care about this matter, let the organizing committee decide?
that……
(End of this chapter)