Chapter 1652: Mo Bei's Random Killing (2)

  Chapter 1652 Mo Bei's Random Killing (2)
  Adolf has not said the word "you" yet.
  I saw the figure in front of him flashed, he drew the knife sharply, and again, he directly sent him a knife to "return to the city for free" in the Shanglu Wild Area.
  Adolf looked at the screen, his corpse lying on the grass, his expression was dull.
   Mo Bei’s voice was as serious as ever:
It’s really good, the harvest is faster.

   "..." Adolf wowed and wanted to cry.
  Never use his best hero, and kill him with his best tricks!
  The most hateful thing is, why the knife is more accurate than yourself!
  Adolf blocked his chest in one breath, and the next position became more detailed. He even began to subconsciously calculate what, every position was extremely accurate.
  If the former Adolf was a reckless man who was not afraid of the sky or the earth.
   Then he is a scheming brat.
  If the latter is cultivated, it can become a sword that lives on the road in any team.
  Zhao Sanpang watched this scene with satisfaction.
  Feng Yi, in a straight suit, walked over, raised his eyes and glanced, with his hands around his chest, with a sudden smile, Sven said again to the fox: "This is not like the tactics that Fat Master would have."
"You are the old fox smart." Zhao Sanpang did not hide: "The idea came from the little spades. You should also know that, looking at the current stadium, no one can calculate more than the little facial paralysis, and she is such a pair. One hit can get a significant improvement in a short period of time."
  Feng Yi pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose: "Yes, but it should be more than that."
"Of course, the little person, a lively apprentice control." Zhao Sanpang's eyes were black and bright, as if something was burning: "She said that Beibei hasn't played a good game for too long. After getting accustomed to intrigues, she may forget something, and ask her to find it back in advance. After the official start, she will put aside her distracting thoughts and become stronger in the war."
  Feng Yi paused with his fingers: "About this, indeed."
   "Feng Fox, this year, we can still win the championship." Zhao Sanpang's eyes reflected on Mo Bei's game screen: "Just like that year."
  Feng Yi also looked over: "Can take it."
The two words    were pressed on a group of teenagers.
  E-sports, what it is, can only be seen on the field.
  One morning, Mobei was fighting a 1V1 wheel battle.
  You can imagine what the training room will be like.
  I don’t know if it’s the uncomfortable solo with the Bey, or the more uncomfortable single row diamond game, anyway, it has been wailing.
  Even Hanxi’s national server adc had 90% of the output, 21 kills, 1 dead and 9 assists. In the end, they were forced to a wave because their teammates were not in a group.
  It is really difficult to win the previous rank.
   The same wish to escape in Mo Bei's hands is not that simple.
  When the cold went up, people still had hope.
  After all, the power of the thorn lies in his explosive power, coupled with the heroes that Huan Leng is good at, as long as he is not controlled, the entire map can wander freely, mark the target, and directly harvest!
  Except for the old K who is not in a situation, no one can avoid it.
  I really can’t tell who can win this game.
  Look at the time, it's been so long.
  In this 1v1 game, the playing time is indeed not short.
  So it succeeded in arousing everyone's interest.
  Unfortunately, they are still in the rankings, they can't watch the battle, they can only wait for the end.
  Call Leng to take off the earphones here.
  Adolf leaned in and asked in a low voice: "Captain, who won?"
  (End of this chapter)