Feng Nai sat next to Mo Bei, his gaze moving from the man's hand to the game page, and then his eyes fell to the assassin opposite

But more than others, he wants to know why someone he recruits is an all-round player.

Even if he didn't know Mo Nan before, he could tell it from his resume.

Except for the Assassin, who was not so skilled, the rest of the people were not so skilled.

The most important thing is what the hell is there that this person does not know.

If it weren't for such a game today, would he never have come up with such a hero?

What are you worried about?

Mo Bei was not unaware of Feng Nai's slightly scrutinizing gaze.

So even though she knew that if she didn't do her best, she would probably not be able to defeat the assassin on the other side, Mo Bei was still operating with her right hand.

It would indeed be smoother with the left hand than it is now.

But Mo Bei knew very well that in that case, it was very likely that someone next to him would see that she was Bey...

"When will you be this hero?"

Feng Nai's words were asked casually.

Mo Bei's hand did not stop, and his side face was as clear as usual: "After being dismissed." ”

Feng Nai seemed to laugh, and tapped his finger on the side of his face: "Our assistant little brother is really a genius, he can practice this level in such a short time." ”

Mo Bei's voice was very light: "Isn't the captain the same. ”

Feng Nai's eyes flashed: "I'm the same with anything." ”

"These days, you're also practicing other heroes, and every game is a MVP." Mo Bei was very calm.

Wang Dongdong was a little dumbfounded when he listened to it in the live broadcast room.

God K is training other heroes.

It's a strategic secret.

Why did he say it like that.

Who thinks, Feng Nai doesn't care: "It's practicing, it's because of practice that I think you're playing a little extraordinary." ”

Mo Bei didn't answer this sentence, but naturally put his eyes back on the game, waved the mouse and went to the road.

Feng Nai looked at the complicated situation, and of course he wouldn't distract anyone more.

It's just, apart from these, what else is he hiding from himself?

This question gradually planted a seed in Feng Nai's heart.

And the other end of the game.

Not in the territory of China.

A young man with golden hair and yellow hair is wearing headphones, blowing gum, and waving a mouse to harvest human heads.

Sitting next to him was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a battle uniform.

I was reading a magazine.

At this time, he raised his eyes and glanced over here: "The wandering position on the opposite side is a good one." ”

"That's good, as many people I kill this guy, he can recover as many as he can." The blonde boy turned his head: "The most important thing is that I still wanted to oppose their blue just now, but I didn't expect that as soon as I got closer, I was discovered by him, when will there be someone in the low-end bureau who can compete with my consciousness." ”

The man listened, and his handsome side face was a little faint: "You are playing in Huaxia costumes?" ”

"Uh-huh." The blonde boy bit his gum: "That's why I'm even more strange, they have some professional players, they all fight averagely, how can this person seem to be better than professional players, captain, you said I shouldn't meet it." ”

Hearing this, the man stood up, put the magazine aside, took the young man's mouse in his left hand, slid it slightly, and looked at the record: "You go to this person and pick it up." ”