239. Would you rather match, how many would you rather match?

Wang Lung didn't expect that the water god Nas on the other side couldn't bear to see that he still had a little blood, and he couldn't bear to want to cross the tower and kill him, which was extremely stupid, which was directly equivalent to sacrificing his head.

Yu Xuanji laughed happily, "Wang Long, the big anchor, you are really suitable for playing a novice hero like Wang Zhaojun, and it scares the other side ......"

After speaking, he decisively typed a few words in the whole chat:

Our [Time Remember Sand Sculpture Concubine]: Today I finally saw the god man who people said that he would send a thousand miles to the supergods, and he died funny.

Enemy [Hua Shao]: @我方时间记得沙雕爱妃. Sand force, you, you are so special that you will send a super god thousands of miles! I have a mad dog biting people indiscriminately, and I have the face to talk about others!

When Wang Lung saw that this person named Hua Shao dared to lead the fire of war to his teammates, the whole person couldn't help but tremble, and his anger ignited.

"Anyway, this person is really poisonous! From the very beginning, I spit fragrant in my mouth, and I still don't know how to advance or retreat, either a primary school student or a 2B pencil. ”

Yu Xuanji looked at Aite's own people, and said disdainfully while typing: "This Hua Shao is a fairy, and he is simply a broken-mouthed mother-in-law locked up in Zu'an District. ”

Hua Yin nodded, a cold smile spread to the bottom of his eyes, "Zu'an people have a stinky mouth, and they are called scolding. ”

Our [Time remembers the sand sculpture concubine]: @敌方华少. I didn't just refer to your name, why do you have to buckle all the basins on your head, please don't sit down in the right number, okay? Otherwise, the basin will turn over, and I don't care about the on my face.

Enemy [Fish Fish Loves Fish]: On the other side, your brain-dead behavior can also be stopped, okay, if you don't play the game well, it's already disgusting to choose five mages. If you still have a personal attack on the field, can't you play the game well?!

Looking at this person's message, Hua Yin felt sick in his heart, a little sarcasm gathered between his eyebrows, his fingertips tapped on the keyboard of his mobile phone, and after editing, he pressed send.

Our [•]: @敌方鱼鱼爱吃鱼. Doesn't Ning have long eyes, or is the Mary Sue White Lotus heroine possessed? Brush up on a wave of existence, would rather think that Ning is an angel of justice?

Looking at the subtitles that appeared in the chat, Wang Lung clapped his hands and applauded: "Hahaha, what a white lotus heroine, the skills of the great god have gone further!" ”

"False praise."

Hua Yin also smiled unambiguously.

Then he manipulated Diao Chan to operate on the road, took away a human head and pushed down the outer defense tower, but when he wanted to retreat, he was blocked by the opposite mage Zhang Liang.

And two people also came out from under the tower opposite, it was the newly resurrected water god Nasi and the tank Zhang Fei.

For a moment, Diao Chan seemed isolated.

Hua Yin licked his back molars, and a wicked smile on his face.

"Okay, let's go together~"

After speaking, Hua Yin suddenly jumped out of Xi Shi and Yang Yuhuan behind him, and the lineup became three to three. For the siege on the opposite side, they had already prepared.

One replenishes blood, the other accelerates, it's absolutely amazing!

The big move lotus array landed, Hua Yin operated Diao Chan's first skill and two skills to shuttle back and forth, they could hardly see Diao Chan's figure clearly, and the amount of blood was almost consumed. By the time they reacted in time and let the sprint flash, it was already too late.

Two of the three people were killed, and a thick-skinned Zhang Fei escaped.

Enemy [Hua Shao]: @我方•. Made! It's kind of heads-up, you rely on your teammates to be a fart!

These words made Hua Yin laugh.

The lips hooked up the wicked and sultry arc, the eyebrows and eyes were thick, and the white fingertips lingered on the on-screen keyboard, pressing one key after another:.

Would you rather match it, how many handfuls would you rather match?