But she believed in her choice.

Futan with a jungler, with this kind of operation that not everyone can do, one against three, reversing the overall situation.

Crisp auxiliary wanders, cooperates with assassins, moves smartly, flashes kills, and wins MVP,

These operations are not at all what they say, and they can be completed just by relying on the king god.

E-sports is inherently a team battle.

It is the person who uses his style of play to tell everyone that it does not exist just to protect anyone.

Its role is essential throughout the team.

Since it doesn't make sense, let's not talk about it.

However, I still feel a little uncomfortable......

She understands that sometimes some processes are indeed carried out by the K God.

For example, the scene during the interview.

But she felt that this time was different.

The chatter next to it is still there, as if it is endless.

On the contrary, Mo Bei, who was standing in the passage, was still as cold as ever, holding his trouser pocket with one hand, and raising his eyes as if he was looking at something.

If it is a person with a heart, it will be found.

Before each game, this support of Black Flame is more serious than anyone looking at those classic images that appear on the big screen.

It seems that so many people present are not as important as that flashing id.

Is it good to play or not.

Did you disgrace that person.

Is it worthy of the team she once loved the most?

is what Mobei is most concerned about.

It's just that no one will understand.

Because of the heat under the eyes.

It seems to be buried too deep.

So much so that after seeing the picture, she lowered her eyes slightly and restrained all her emotions.

The wind blew, and the black hair fell.

What people can see is that the assistant who stands at the end really has no sense of existence.

However, at this very time.

Feng Nai, who was originally standing at the front, suddenly turned his eyes back and fell on Mo Bei.

Then, he raised his hand and casually pulled the corner of Mo Bei's clothes.

It's such a careless action.

almost made the fans who could see this side pause a little.

Especially the girls who were still talking, it was as if they were choked up.

Mo Bei grimaced a cold face, and raised his eyebrows.

Feng Nai's voice was faint: "Clothes, put them on." ”

Mo Bei glanced at his dress, and there was no problem.

Feng Nai raised her hand again at this time, put it directly on the zipper of her battle uniform, and pulled it up, the smile on her thin lips seemed to be deeper, and she lowered her voice, and there was a mockery in her tone: "I don't have many friends, so this little brother, you have to cherish it." ”

In the passageway, two equally slender and straight figures stood against the light, with the same symbol on their bodies.

It's just that the temperament is different, one is careless and evil, and the other has a light expression and is cold and silent.

One of them was casually lowering his eyes to help the other zipper, I don't know what to say, the corners of his mouth were still faintly curved, and the black broken hair fell to his eyebrows, and the handsome face that could cause people to scream was naturally captured in the camera by the media.

And the man in the battle uniform is born cold, as ascetic as an iceberg.

At this point, the light seemed to shatter all over their faces.

Mo Beiqing had a face, and when he raised his eyes, he could just see his evil smile.

I only vaguely heard him: "Heh, keep your distance." ”

Mo Bei raised his eyebrows lightly, not quite understanding, what kind of unconventional operation is this by a certain god......