[We] WD immediately flew (Guan Yu): "Little bronze, Angela's reverse is big, it's really awesome..."

[We] WD Shan Zong (Yu Ji): "Admire, admire, make persistent efforts." ”

【All】Wang Da Hammer (Marco Polo): "Hahaha, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to kill King one day!" Enough to blow for a year! ”

[All] Wang Xiaoming (Zhuge Liang): "That, Xiao Anqi, are you really the king..."

[All] WD Shan Zong (Yu Ji): "Xiao Ming, you have never been in love, this is called martyrdom →_→"

Chu Xiaoxi bit her lip, the corners of her cherry red lips pursed slightly, and the slender fingers that fell on the phone were also a little uneasy.

One of her negligences caused King to die with her.

Chu Xiaoxi was slightly lost, looking at the dark resurrection countdown sign in the upper left corner, her heart seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and she was uncomfortably tight.

Will he dislike himself too? A little bronze who has never known his life, made repeated mistakes and dragged his feet.

【All】WD. L (Li Yuanfang): "It's okay, I'll teach her well." ”

For some reason, he sent this message, and the surroundings seemed to fall silent.

Even the opponents chose silence.

Calmly, Chu Xiaoxi's heart suddenly throbbed, and the corners of her lips that had just been pressed secretly curved.

Next, the dialogue is all King's speech-to-text:

【We】WD. L (Li Yuanfang): "Walking into the grass in the middle, when Marco Polo appeared, the second skill." ”

【We】WD. L (Li Yuanfang): "Out of the anger of the erudite scholar, follow me." Zhuge Liang came out and made a big move directly. ”

【We】WD. L (Li Yuanfang): "Wait to hide under the tower, walk around the tower, and avoid skills." ”

【We】WD. L (Li Yuanfang): "Go to our blue buff, there are people in the grass, and the vertigo is big." ”

Chu Xiaoxi followed his instructions in a proper manner, as if there was a magical magic that made her stand by King's side.

Even the most nagging Mr. Shan chose to be silent, and several people secretly opened their eyes in frustration and watched a rare drama of the year.

[All] Wang Xiaoming (Zhuge Liang): "Xiao Anqi, are you playing with someone else?" ”

【All】Wang Sledgehammer (Marco Polo): "Big guy, how do you know I'm in the grass..."

【All】Wang next door (Li Bai): "Wang Dazhui, what about the funeral you prepared for me?" 3-10-2, it's a (T_T) shame"

[All] Wang Sledgehammer (Marco Polo): "I will give you a beautiful funeral." ”

The WD team was invincible all the way, and after a wave of four kills in king, they pushed straight to the high ground.

On the other side, Zhuge Liang shook a pitiful fan and was forced into the spring to defend pitifully.

[All] Wang Xiaoming (Zhuge Liang): "Xiao Anqi, I only have one thing I want to ask, what rank are you?" ”

Chu Xiaoxi proudly replied:

[All] a sunset (Angela): "Stubborn Bronze III." ”

Zhuge Liang died.

Wang Jiajun was all dead.

Team WD won a big game.

After cleaning the battlefield, Chu Xiaoxi stared at the 2-7-4 record and smiled happily.

Looking at king's 15-1-7 MVP result, Chu Xiaoxi shrugged and silently bloomed a flower in her heart.

Just when she thought the game was over today, a message came from the private message box.

WD. L: "Can I join the WD team?" ”

Chu Xiaoxi almost knocked over the coffee, and poked out a few words with his fingers: "Big, great god, are you kidding?" ”

WD. L: "In the Glory of Kings Competition of Chinese Universities, the team is short of a mage. ”

This large-scale competition is widely known in the circle of Honor of Kings enthusiasts.

Chu Xiaoxi grabbed her hair, her delicate face was full of incredulity, even if you lack a mage... There's no need to find her a little bronze?

With a casual roar, a large number of kings are willing to join in, singing conquest around the WD battle flag.

However, King God did not give Chu Xiaoxi time to react, and in the next second, Chu Xiaoxi received an invitation notice.

She stared at the bar inviting her to join the party for a long time.

Then, silently clicked the accept button...

There is a promising and ideal thigh, who doesn't want to hug it.