Chapter 1626: bey's calculation

  Chapter 1626 Bey's calculation
Mao Maoxiong looked around and made sure that no one would hear it before he said: "The boss is definitely avenging his personal revenge. He doesn't catch Tou directly, but uses dragons to beat people. Isn't it more proof of the incompetence that was beaten? And this is a little bit of consumption, think about how Tou felt at the time."
   "Life is better than death." Huang Mao tried for a while: "Old K is really not a person."
   Mao Maoxiong nodded in agreement: "After all, it was an adulterer who came here to fight, so your eyes should be narrowed. Don't worship my brother too much, otherwise..."
   "Otherwise what?" A slow voice rang from behind him.
  Mao Mao Xiong's back stiffened, and he didn't dare to look back!
  This is embarrassing!
  Huang Mao tried to whistle to pretend that he was a passerby and did not participate in this topic at all.
   But as the protagonist of the discussion, Feng Nai was not affected in the slightest, and even raised his eyes and glanced at him, his tone was light: "Why don't you say it?"
   Huang Mao raised his head and looked at the ceiling.
  As soon as the cat's legs are short, she wants to slip.
  Feng Nai opened his mouth again, with a nice chin line, Qing Jun and indifferent: "There is a sentence, but it is correct. Converge."
   "Is this not ashamed but proud?" Huang Mao looked at the tall and straight back, both eyes widened.
  Heiyan people are obviously all used to it.
  The players over there did not leave.
  Everyone's gaze at Feng Nai changed.
   no longer looks like it was on the plane before.
   Huan Leng watched this scene with a low voice: "Bey is really good at calculating."
   "What?" Huang Mao quickly turned his attention to: "Captain, what do you mean bey can calculate?"
Huan Leng retracted his gaze, his eyes faint: "Eleven people wearing the same uniform does not mean that they are teammates. This will become a big taboo in the game. Bey understands this truth better than anyone else, so she Advance the battlefield."
  "Advance the battlefield?" Huang Mao heard the more and more confused.
  Hua Leng raised his chin: "Look at the people over there, now how many people can fully believe in K, and how many think they can get the first place?"
   "This... Captain, I can't tell." Huang Mao propped his eyes with his hands: "It's too difficult."
Huan Leng copied his trouser pocket with one hand:
It’s really not easy to see it this way. You’ll know when you play 1v1. Bey has been observing everyone from the moment he set off. Maybe we don’t know enough about it. Bey was regarded as an emperor. What is the successor of the League? I am afraid that everyone will recognize her again in this World Series."
"If you want to win, the most basic thing is to be internally stable." Huan Leng looked sideways and looked at Huang Mao: "Professional players, whether for fame or for profit, will want to start the Milan trip. Only in this way can I improve my commercial value. Eleven people and only five starting places. You and I are already on the list. The rest, those outside teams, no matter who they are, will compete for this place with K. field."
   Huang Mao didn’t understand:
Doesn’t it only consume old K’s energy when playing like this? How can it be calculated?
  "Consumption of energy?" Huan Leng's eyes deepened: "When have you seen K and lost energy? His hand speed will only get faster and faster."
  Speaking of this, Huan Leng paused, and even his voice was low: "Bey, I'm taking the top professional players in China and paving the way for K."
  (End of this chapter)