Chapter 633: One hundred and eighty seven

Chapter 633
Feng Nai was sitting next to Mo Bei, his gaze fell from that person on the mouse's hand, moved to the game page, and then his eyes fell on the opposite assassin.
But more than anyone else, he wants to know why someone he recruits is an all-around player.
Even if he was unfamiliar with Mo Nan before, it can be seen from his resume to some extent.
This person should not be so skilled except that the assassin played well.
Most importantly, what else does this person have that he doesn't know.
If it were not for such a game being played today, would he never come up with such a hero?
What are you worried about?
Mo Bei is not unaware of Feng Nai's slightly scrutiny.
So even if she knew that if she didn't do her best, she would probably not win the assassin on the opposite side, but Mo Bei was still operating with her right hand.
With your left hand, it will indeed be smoother than it is now.
But Mo Bei knew very well that in that case, she would probably be seen by someone next to her. She was Bey ...
"When will you be this hero?"
Feng Nai asked casually.
Mo Bei did not stop in his hand, his face cleared as usual: "After being fired."
Feng Nai laughed, and tapped his finger on his side face: "Our assistant little brother is really a genius. In such a short time, we can develop this level."
Mo Bei's voice was very light: "The captain is not the same."
Feng Nai blinked: "I'm the same."
"In the past few days, you are practicing other heroes, and every game is Mvp." Mo Bei calmly.
Wang Dongdong listened a little dumbly during the live broadcast.
K God is practicing other heroes.
This is a strategic secret.
Why did he say so.
Whoever thinks about it, Feng Nai doesn't care: "I'm practicing, it's because I practice that I think you're playing a little unusual."
This sentence Mo Bei did not answer, but naturally set his eyes back to the game, waving his mouse to go to the road.
Feng Nai looked at the complex situation, of course, would not distract someone more.
But, besides that, what else is he hiding from himself?
This question gradually planted a seed in Feng Nai's heart.
And the other end of the game.
Not in China.
A golden-haired young man with golden hair was wearing headphones, blowing gum, and waving his mouse to harvest people's heads.
Sitting next to him was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a military uniform.
I was reading a magazine.
At this time, he lifted his eyes and glanced at this side: "The walking position opposite is good."
"Yes, this guy can kill as many people as he can, and he can recover as much as he can." The blond boy turned his head: "The most important thing is that I just wanted to fight against their blue, but I didn't expect that as soon as I approached, He discovered that at some point in the low-end game, there would be someone comparable to my consciousness. "
The man listened, and Jun Mei's side face was slightly faint: "Are you playing with Chinese clothes?"
"Hmm." The blonde teenager bit her chewing gum. "That's why I'm even more weird. Some of them are professional players who play in general. Why does this person seem to be better than professional players? Captain, do you think I should hang out? Right. "
The man stood up, and the magazine was set aside. He took the boy's mouse in his left hand, swiped gently, and looked at the record: "Go to this person to single out."
(End of this chapter)