Fang Lun became more and more excited, his hero pool was biased towards the assassin type, and although the traditional mage also played very well, it was difficult for him to play the feeling of spirit (xìng) on the traditional mage (shēn) except for farming.

Spirit (xìng) is a wonderful thing, Fang Lun is not sure what it feels like, when he gets the Assassin Hero, he will be very confident, and his judgment and control of the situation will be much higher than when playing traditional mages.

"Again, if you can't put pressure on the other side, then I don't recommend you to play this hero."

Fang Lun chose LeBlanc again at the beginning, and the opponent's mid-laner was the Infinite Sword Saint, which made him stunned, the equipment of the Embrace of the Hellfire has been deleted, and the magic strength of the Sword Saint's W skill has also been greatly reduced, and there are still people who play the mid-laner Sword Saint, I'm afraid that they haven't died.

The Infinite Juggernaut rarely appears in the professional arena, and the most active period is when the Wild Core version, the Jewel Juggernaut has no brainless entry system, but even so, the Juggernaut still does not shine in the arena, and this hero is still too easy to target.

The passer-by bureau is not tacit enough, and the control skills are randomly intertwined, and it is easy to be made by the sword master (cāo), but unlike the professional game, as long as the first hit is controlled, you can leave the keyboard with both hands.

Elegant? Basically non-existent.

The middle lane line arrived quickly, Fang Lun's long hand took a big advantage, as long as the Sword Saint replenished the troops, he would be white A, even under the tower, the Sword Saint wanted to replenish the troops, and it would be consumed by Fang Lun's use of skills.

After the Juggernaut used the Q skill, Fang Lun once again put the mark of the Q skill on the top of the Juggernaut's head, and the basic attack and W skill were immediately cast, and the light of the defense tower just lit up, and before the laser (shè) came out, Fang Lun was already out of the range of the defense tower.

"Baa, this Sword Saint is too difficult."

"It's true, the selection of the mid-laner Sword Saint is an orphan, and he doesn't want to win at all."

"Wait for the Sword Saint Q skill level to rise, the Qing soldiers will be very fast, and W will still have blood regeneration, as long as there is a blue buff, it can still be held."

……

Of course, Fang Lun also knew this, and controlled the line of troops in front of his tower, not giving the Sword Saint a chance to meet the soldiers at all.

"Everyone, pay attention to the position of my line, the defense tower in this position just can't hit the soldiers, and in the case that I only replenish the tail knife (qíng), the push back speed of the line will be very slow, and heroes like Sword Saint are very hungry and developed, if you don't get enough economic supplements, it's useless."

Fang Lun explained, while beating back the Sword Saint who wanted to come over to eat the line, not bad grade, the Sword Saint has the power to fight a battle with a short hand, and it is difficult to deal damage with a long hand except for Q skills, especially against the line LeBlanc, if he is not careful, it is easy to be taken to the defense tower by him.

The Juggernaut player was obviously playing very unpleasantly, trying to get close to the line three times and twice, but Fang Lun didn't leave any of them, and every time he was consumed, he was not in pain.

Let him eat experience, it has already given him enough face, if it is a professional arena, this kind of hero is selected, Fang Lun cooperates with the jungler, so that he can't even eat experience.

"I'll help you."

The Jungle Dragon Tortoise couldn't stand it anymore, and its body shēn shrank into a ball and slammed into the line.

"Alright, I'm leaving."

After the dragon turtle pushed the line of troops into the tower, he staggered and disappeared into the middle lane, leaving only a bewildered (bī) Juggernaut.

"Why the hell are you going to come here and eat soldiers?"

After the Sword Master reacted, he was angry, did he know how difficult it was to make up a soldier by himself? He knocked out four pawns in one head, and in the first five minutes of the game, he didn't make up a few pawns except for the adjacent wave of troops.

"That's how you helped me, right? Deliberately colliding into the line? ”

The jungler dragon turtle turned his head to see that he was still typing under the tower, it was messy, the donkey's lips were not in the horse's mouth, and he couldn't help explaining: "I went over to help you push the line, so that the line can be pushed back to the middle." ”

"I laughed, eat the line, eat the line, and push back the line, will you play?"

"I won't play? You don't even understand the military line, and you still play games? Choose a Juggernaut midlaner, ten soldiers didn't make up for it in five minutes, and the level was pressed by more than one level, will you play? ”

The Jungler Dragon Turtle is very fast, and after typing, he also uses the everybody mode and says, "The mentally handicapped middle laner, this is your welfare bureau." ”

The Sword Master was obviously not convinced, and the soldiers were not replenished, so he stood under the tower and argued with the dragon turtle.

Fang Lun suddenly felt bored when he saw this, the feeling of abuse was due to the other party's desperate resistance, trying his best but helpless appearance, which was what Fang Lun wanted to see, this kind of wooden man who was motionless and did not have the slightest reaction, gave Fang Lun abuse in vain, and Fang Lun was too lazy to do it.

"See, brothers, this sword master was beaten by me, please call me the king of the canyon in the future, just like the weapon master, no one can fight."

"Anchor, the cow is flying on the ground, and you are blowing on the ground."

"It turns out that you are such a streamer, subscribed."

"After watching it for so long, the anchor does have strength, but it's too much."

Zhao Hanyue looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, walked into Fang Lun's house with the food, and wanted to leave the room after putting the food on the table.

Fang Lun heard the sound and saw Zhao Hanyue coming in with food, his heart warmed, and the live broadcast (yīn) haze was swept away.

"Wife, come here."

Zhao Hanyue hesitated for a moment, sat down on the side (chuáng) with a cold face, and deliberately tilted her head to prevent Fang Lun from facing her.

Fang Lun noticed that there was something wrong with Zhao Han Yueshen (qíng), and scratched his head, not knowing how he had provoked her again.

"Wife, what's wrong with you?" Fang Lun pulled her arm and asked heartily.

"Don't touch me, it's not good to affect your live broadcast."

"Uh." Fang Lun immediately realized that she was losing her temper again, and after saying sorry to the audience, he turned off his voice and came to Zhao Hanyue (shēn).

"Wife, work, you should be serious, the live broadcast room has just started, these are very busy, after a while to get on the right track, I have plenty of time, besides, haven't we been studying together in the morning?"

Zhao Hanyue thought about it, turned her head, and said aggrievedly: "I thought you were annoying me." ”

"You're crazy." Fang Lun put one hand around her shoulder, and the other hand zeroed her head, and at the same time was alert in his heart, Zhao Hanyue lacked a sufficient sense of security due to family reasons, and the psychology of gain and loss was more serious, and he was indeed negligent of her.

"In the evening, let's go out for a walk together, I haven't been shopping with you for a long time."

"Really?" Zhao Hanyue looked at Fang Lun happily, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's go find Hongping together, I haven't seen her for a long time, her mother has had a successful operation and has been discharged from the hospital, let's take a look at Auntie by the way." ”

Fang Lun naturally agreed, leaned his head close to Zhao Hanyue (shēn), and said, "How can you thank me?" ”

Zhao Hanyue's face turned red, realizing that Fang Lun had bad intentions, and wanted to walk out of the room, Fang Lun smiled evilly, and after dragging her into his arms, he instantly found her warm lips.

After a long time, Fang Lun remembered that he was going to broadcast live, raised his head reluctantly, scratched her nose, and said, "Let you go for the time being, and then continue after my live broadcast." ”

"Dead, don't go live yet."

"Wife, you're getting more and more feminine." Fang Lun and Zhao Hanyue warmed up for a moment before they got up (shēn) and came to the computer.