Hesitating, He Ziyu couldn't help but ask, "Brother, I think it's okay for us to surrender." ”

"I'll come."

A clear, cold voice suddenly sounded behind itself.

Without waiting for Gu Qian to react, the person was already sitting on the man's lap by Li Nanjue.

And the mobile phone in Gu Qian's hand was also taken away by the man.

"Amazing...... Li...... Mr. Li. ”

Li Nanjue sat next to him coldly, and He Ziyu's tongue couldn't straighten up.

He Zihan was born a few seconds early.

Compared with He Ziyu, He Zihan is much calmer, and his hand is shaking with his mobile phone.

Gu Qian sent too many heads.

The shooter's teammates are still scolding Gu Qian, a mouthful of garbage.

Li Nanjue glanced at the chat history, his thin lips were pursed, and he didn't speak.

The man's slender fingers manipulated the little man, and he ran in the direction of the shooter.

The shooter was supposed to fight on the road.

The blood bars on the road are almost empty.

Suddenly, a mage came out of the grass, and the other party fell to the ground on the road.

Gu Qian's mage has an extra head.

After that, every time the shooter's teammate and the opposite bar were on the opposite bar, and the opponent was about to die, Gu Qian's mage would suddenly come out of the grass to pick up people's heads.

Of course, if the shooter teammate died, Gu Qian's mage would always be squatting and unable to come out.

The shooter's teammates didn't know it at first, but when they saw the mage coming, they thought it was two against one, or two against two, and rushed forward bravely.

As a result, he gave away his head every time, and then he was picked up by Li Nanjue.

One by two.

Soon, Gu Qian's mage picked up more than a dozen heads.

And the shooter teammates also died dozens of times.

The shooter teammate finally couldn't bear it anymore: [Human-headed dog! 】

Gu Qian's mage paused, and the man's slender fingers quickly typed a few lines.

Mage: [Down the road, SB shooter, go die!] 】

Mage: [You don't fucking know how to play on the next road, can you go back to guard the spring?] 】

Mage: [Down the road, you trash!] 】

……

In all words, Li Nanjue returned it to his shooter teammates on the World Channel as they were.

The enemy haha.

Enemy shooter: [Haha, I'm laughing to death, the rumored strength slaps the face, the enemy shooter, does the face hurt!] 】

Enemy Warrior: [Haha, the enemy mage is hard, this face crackles.] 】

Enemy Mage: [It's also a mage, why are others so good.] 】

Enemy Assassin: [Enemy mage, add a friend to double row together, 6666.] 】

……

He Ziyu, He Zihan, and Li Yihang were all speechless.

Even the other boys watching next to him were speechless.

These words, no matter how you look at them, don't look like this ascetic Li Nanjue typed.

But the truth is what he typed.

They saw it with their own eyes.

Next, Li Nanjue operated the mage to show the whole process, and the economy of the two sides gradually equalized.

Li Nanjue's mage has directly grown from the worst economy to the highest economic friend.

The shooter was shown off, and he simply stopped beating angrily, and stopped at the spring to curse.

Archer: [Trash, you call again, wait for Lao Tzu, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you!] 】

Archer: [Trash, don't be cowardly, make an appointment with an address Lao Tzu to face you face-to-face!] 】

Shooter: [Trash, don't be cowardly, dare you leave the number]

Mage: [183xxxxxx]

Li Nanjue's line of words was typed, and the crystal exploded.

Victorious.

From beginning to end, Li Yihang is who I am, where I am, and what I am doing.

After He Ziyu and He Zihan sat down in Li Nanjue, their hands never stopped shaking.

The two of them are also not in a state at all.

The whole game was all Li Nanjue showing off alone.