Chapter 273: 277th
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The eSports King’s Crush
- Warring Young Seven
- 567 characters
- 2021-01-29 06:23:26
Chapter 273
And this is like a scene that only appears in the comics, but clicks on the Internet to become popular.
The barrage was more flying, and each one was saying that their gods had changed.
But all the fans standing on the audience stand still, their eyes shook with incredible thickness.
Not to mention them, even the cat cat bear and grandma gray were blown up by the king.
After all, the boss never zips any of them!
Fans even didn't expect it to be like this.
Mo Bei Xiang Nan and K God, how could it be ... so good?
Such things as zippers can only be done if iron is certain.
Even, the one who took the initiative just now is their K god?
Not familiar?
This can't be unfamiliar!
Fans who are still talking, some people's faces are red.
The girl who helped Mo Bei talked a bit, then dragged her friend's sleeves: "What I said, what I said!"
Is really happy.
At the same time, it is also clear that God K will do this, to a certain extent, speaking for her Mo Bei to the south.
That act, to be honest, to put it plainly, does this person mean it to me?
The fans who talked about it in the beginning felt uncomfortable at first, but later they got angry.
Why is K God doing this!
This assistant also wanted to ask.
Before playing, he explicitly instructed the young master so many times to keep him away from Mo Nan.
It is to keep him away, not to let him be negative!
The assistant reached out and covered his face, what to do.
How should he explain above.
Give him up, I don't know if it will offset this sin.
But Feng Nai didn't seem to care. He closed his hands carelessly and looked at the place where Mo Bei had just looked. His voice was not cold and warm: "You seem to like watching the pictures of Imperial League."
Mo Bei paused, his eyes lightened: "Dimeng is a technological stream."
Feng Nai eyes narrowed: "It's that simple?"
Mo Bei said "um".
Feng Nai's voice slowly said: "You look just like someone you like in there."
"I like it." Mo Bei didn't hide this, his face cleared: "I play a job because of someone in there."
What's more, Feng Nai couldn't find anything wrong. She raised her eyes and looked at the countdown on the screen. Then she turned her eyes and looked at the players behind her: "Ready?"
Cats and bears and grandma nodded in unison, and even Shakespeare said he was OK.
"Go on then."
Simple four words.
But it seems to be able to arouse the deepest thing in my heart.
Flying suit, walking from the dark to the camera gathered.
Five people with very different styles, lined up, even with their cuffs, can bring out the wind.
The particular sign fluttering behind him was zoomed in and locked by the lens, raising a burst of solidarity.
There were many fans at the scene.
Not only the Imperial League, but also the storm over there, came out at the same time.
As teams that have won a big start, they all have their own fans.
It can be said that before, when Hei Yan was there, basically I could not hear the support of other teams.
Unless it is to enter the national competition.
But today is different.
After a thin and tall man came out of the storm.
A loud cheer sounded.
That was a player dug up by this year's storm, with a superb sideline of one dozen ...
(End of this chapter)