Chapter 1500: One thousand four hundred and seventy five

Chapter 1500: One thousand four hundred and seventy-five
"Fuck! Brother, handsome!"
"What brother, that voice, girl?"
"The jungler is a woman? Don't make a joke, I will advance to the tournament."
"You have said this many times!"
"Are you really wild?"
"Just opened the wheat, didn't you hear?"
"I just focused on the road, I'm going, woman? So amazing!"
"Teach the man how to play games."
"So what's the situation?"
"Man, come and let my girlfriend fly, sleep! I'm so envious! I want to lie down and win!"
Both the mage and the order are very interesting.
Only the shooter.
"In the beginning, I didn't even catch an individual, but now I'm here. What do I envy? Don't overturn."
He was dissatisfied anyway.
Understandable, after all, the rankings do not like to meet couples.
Don't bring your sister to the dish, this is a truth.
Mo Bei also has this mentality.
Now the hand speed can't keep up, and the opposite position can only be estimated by using predictions and perspective points.
"Wild, four o'clock."
Four o'clock?
Some teammates did not understand this sentence.
Feng Nai understands that the mouse moves slightly, one skill is exploring the grass, the second skill is keeping up, and the injury is not, but it has a certain retention effect.
This time, it was not commanded by Mo Bei.
Plus his hands ...
As Mo Bei swept in, his eyes narrowed slightly, and after a few seconds, he returned to his place.
Then he paused.
"You will."
Not a question.
Feng Nai casually said: "If you don't lose a skill, there is nothing you can't do."
Mo Bei looked at his wrist.
Feng Na raised an eyebrow: ‘What? ’
"Nothing." Mo Bei said softly, "We can fight two or four."
Feng Nai did not refuse, for him, it was just a matter of waving the mouse.
He did not observe these, but others did not notice, such as someone's operation and skill cooling, and some traces.
The shooter is still impatient, he always feels that no one is coming to help him.
Just listen to me!
Wild sound sounded at the same time.
It was Mo Bei who entered Fengkeng with Feng Nai.
The other party was in Kailong and thought it was foolproof.
I never expected that this white shadow would suddenly appear!
"The assassin opposite is here!"
"Baolong, come on!"
Baolong?
Is it guaranteed?
Longkeng has always been the home of Mo Bei.
It's a pity that the hand speed is slow, there is no way Tianxiu can kill four rounds.
But after entering and leaving, grabbing the dragon, withdrawing another skill, and avoiding the opponent's auxiliary tank, it was another predatory move.
Refreshing the big move, killed the other two blood.
Two people died four times and two, and the dragon was gone, and the mentality of the other side was destroyed!
In the later period, when he saw the figure, he flew away.
Those two teammates are beautiful.
"I also want to meet such a love party."
"Miss Sister is really good at playing wildly. How about the next five rows?"
Mo Bei has not spoken yet.
Feng Nai opened Mai: "We have a little personal matter to deal with, no longer."
Team news.
"..."
"Private matter? Why am I envious again?"
A private matter?
Mo Bei turned to look at him.
Feng Nai could not see anything, but glanced at the shooter's id nickname, and raised his eyes impassively: "I have no taste in my mouth and want to eat some fruit."
Is this private matter?
Mo Bei did not forget that he had just had a fever, and the cold did, and he let go of his mouse and said, "Wait for a while."
"Ok."
Feng Nai responded and invited a shooter into the pk room ...
(End of this chapter)