It's almost a day up.

Mo Bei sensed this problem.

Deliberately targeted.

This situation has not been encountered before.

But today's Mo Bei, if he wants to use his position and speed to avoid the opponent's encirclement, he is bound to pull to his right shoulder.

When the pain came, it could be clearly seen that the game character operated by Mo Bei was stuck.

If such a lag appears in the game, it will definitely be scolded.

If an auxiliary does not protect the ADC, forget it, and let the ADC turn back to save him.

This is the most bounced out of the barrage.

But Shen Ao smiled, after the first game, he found that as long as he kept letting Mo Bei do the action of raising his right shoulder to the south.

Then he can definitely scrap him in this game.

"Hei Yan's speed is a little slow."

"The wild area looks like it can't be defended."

"This kind of lineup has been used by Hei Yan before, but that one is a fight with Ye Fu linkage, and now Mo Bei can't help to the south, it seems that the playing style has also been studied, otherwise Mo Nan will not do what he wants, Shen Ao will intercept his way one step in advance,

"Since then, the auxiliary field linkage has not been able to fight, and it will also slow down the development of the cold past, so I can only look at the road."

"There will be no breakthrough on the road, but the side road of Yaoguang is very strong."

"This black flame has to find a way to get the rhythm back."

"Personally, I don't think there's too much to worry about, the rhythm or something, King will bring, mainly on Mo Nan's side, I'm afraid it will be eliminated in advance, this game Shen Ao has been playing in a targeted manner."

"There's nothing wrong with that, after all, it's a breakthrough."

If a hand injury is also a breakthrough, what is the difference between it and someone deliberately kicking someone when playing football?

This sentence, the narrator did not say.

Through live streaming.

Feng Yi saw it clearly.

Such a style of play, if it had not been studied with people in advance, would not have appeared.

There's one thing, though.

Let Feng Yi relax a little, because when the camera swept over the back of that Qing Jun, he noticed one thing, Xiao Budian used his right hand.

"Mr. Feng." The secretary turned his head: "There is an accident ahead, the road in the past is blocked, and it will not be opened to traffic until the scene is cleared." ”

Feng Yi stretched out his hand and pressed it on his gold-rimmed glasses, full of commercial atmosphere: "How far is it?" ”

"Less than eight hundred meters."

"Find a place to park your car and walk over."

The barrage on the Internet is still playing.

There are many emotions of discontent.

People, that's it.

You play the game so badly that she can't understand it, and she will question why you play like this.

You don't play the game well, she'll say, garbage.

In the same way, when you do anything, as long as you get attention, there will be these discussions.

In Feng Yi's eyes, this is normal.

That's how the Imperial League came back then.

He believed that Xiao Mobei would not be defeated by this kind of thing.

Especially when he saw her sitting there, pressing the keyboard without moving, her hands slender up and down, because she was focused and didn't even see the camera, her face was clear and fair, but there were things he was most familiar with in those eyes.

Want to win.

Want to prove yourself.

Just like it was at the beginning.

Outside the car, not far from the competition venue.

Shen Ao cut off Mo Bei's way for the third time, and the smile on his face became even more obvious: "I want to see how long you can hold on..."

"Vice." Flare's help followed.

Shen Ao lowered his voice: "Mo Nan is already in the limit state, wait for a minute, and then start our real tactics, five to four." ”