An invitation to Team 040SG
Song Mo operated carefully to avoid hitting the witch doctor.
Once a witch doctor is accidentally killed, the assassin's body is full of death Gu, and he can only be out of the game if he does not return.
The rat bogey device made Song Mo's operation very restricted.
The assassin on the other end of the computer continued to attack the practitioner, but his eyes kept looking at Song Mo.
"Her micro-are very good, better than you." It's better to go back and smile and look at the young man next to him who is operating the witch doctor.
The young man operated the witch doctor, constantly trying to interfere with Song Mo's operation, but to little avail.
"She's amazing." The boy blinked, then collided with the fox's attack.
When the witch doctor enters a state of death, it is better to return to the death Gu on his body that explodes instantly, and his health drops to the bottom.
Two out.
"You're going to lose." It's better to go back and judge.
"It doesn't matter, winning or losing is the experience of life." The little boy folded his hands and closed his eyes, not disappointed at losing.
It's better to go back and pat him on the head as a reward, and listen to the next sentence.
"After all, it's just a good fate for our manager once."
It's better to go back and prepare to wring off the boy's skull.
At a young age, Buddha has to die, is he still an e-sports player? Can you have a little underage momentum and passion!
"Captain." The boy blinked.
It's better to go back and rub his hair around," you say. â
The two continued to observe Song Mo's operation from the perspective of a ghost after death.
"Hey, awesome, the operating perspective is in the first person, how did she see behind her!" The young man returned to normal and analyzed her operation, "Captain, let's record her movements and analyze them, this is better than Yaohua's brother with a very stinky face." â
"Let Squint ask her, if only I could pull her in." It's better to go back and continue to study Song Mo's operation, "If we can cooperate with Da Dun and Lao K, maybe we will have a chance next year." â
A cry came from the computer next to him, "You two little ghosts, don't make me squint." â
Fox Eye was unfortunately released alive by the bleeding attached to the medical skills, and only the night was still and the one-on-one medical practice was left on the field.
There was not much blood left on the two of them, and the doctor put a buff on himself that continued to heal, widening the distance from the night.
And the night is still, there is an extra layer of red flowing water on his body, he has been hit by the poison powder of the doctor, and he is continuing to lose blood.
The longer it drags on, the more still the night will definitely lose.
At this moment, the night stood still.
The cane struck the jade flute of the practitioner, and the health bar on the practitioner's body slipped by one square.
The hermit's skill, fighting cattle across the mountain.
The medicine practiced and retreated, but the hermit was almost like a maggot on the tarsus.
The ultimate move of practicing medicine can help her carry the blood line to a safe place, but Song Mo still has the hermit's control technique in her hand and has not released it, once the ultimate move is controlled during the chanting, she will definitely lose.
The safest tactic now is procrastination.
After determining the tactic, the practitioner grabbed a handful of medicinal powder from the sachet again, wanting to add another layer of bleeding buff to the night stillness and accelerate the hermit's health bar drop.
At the moment when she raised her hand, the shadowless and invisible activation, the hermit directly relied on invincibility to dodge the powder, and immediately, the qi bar on the practitioner's body exploded.
One, two, three, the practice of medicine can't resist.
The ninth attack, the air bar bursts for the second time.
And that's not all!
10th, 11th......
It's better to go back to the blank mind.
Even if it was Yaohua, she could only hit thirteen times at most, but Song Mo, she hit fifteen consecutive blows, and she saved up three internal injuries alive.
Because of the ability to stack internal damage, the Hermit's ultimate damage will only get higher and higher with each hit.
Under the gaze that it was better to go back and hold his breath and dare not miss it, Song Mo hit the sixteenth damage.
Under this blow, the blood bar of the doctor was completely bottomed out.
It's stupid to go back.
What kind of monster is this, three internal injuries in one ultimate, and it can vaguely hit the seventeenth damage.
"I'll be obedient," it is better to go back and look at the word victory on the screen, and he hasn't returned to his senses for a long time, and the first thing he said was, "Squint, you must pull someone in for me!" â
This kind of genius is already twenty-five years old, and with this hand speed, he will definitely achieve something.
Team manager Foxeye poked his head out of the computer, "Don't tell me to squint, you kid!" â
He's just a little smaller, what's the squint?
[Fox Eyes] The night god is powerful, have you considered playing professionally?
[Night Still]??? What's that?
[Foxeye] Hentai Pro League EPL, interested?
[Night still] still has to learn
The fox eye on the other side of the computer humbly typed the next line.
[Foxeye] If you are interested in it one day, you will reply to us?
Song Mo looked at the extra invitation letter in the mailbox, and tapped his finger lightly on the keyboard.
Team SG, a rather old team, looks interesting.
After disbanding the team, Song Mo continued to play a few rounds in the arena, and then played the game with satisfaction.
Before going to bed, she watched entertainment news.
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The topic below is the carnival of Song Yi's fans.
"In these years, whether Song Yi shaved his leg hair can be on the hot search." Song Mo looked at the hot search list and was speechless.
Lying on the soft mattress, she closed her eyes.
The soft quilt hugged her and sank into sleep.
A good night's sleep.
The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning.
Song Yi simply fiddled with his phone, tidied up his appearance, and then turned on the live broadcast.
"Good morning, everyone."
Translators saw the familiar signature smile on their phones.
- Whew, so handsome!
- I translated it without makeup!
-What is the wife?ââ
Song Yi kept smiling and leaned against the stairs, "I'm at home now." â
He spun the camera around.
The clean and tidy villa, with his clean smile, is even more dazzling and bright in the eyes of fans.
Twinkling like a star.
Fans screamed with excitement on the other end of their phones.
The camera moves up the stairs, revealing a pair of legs.
-There seems to be a girl in the back.
- Good legs, envious
- Who is it, who is it?
Song Mo rolled around on the bed, and only then did he get up and prepare to go to the restaurant to get some bread pads to pad his stomach.
When she went downstairs, she saw Song Yi scratching his head and making gestures by the stairs.
"She, she's my second sister." Song Yi leaned over to Song Mo and hugged her shoulders, "Looks good, right?" â
Song Mo struggled for a while, but Song Yi's strength was greater than hers, and it was difficult to break free.
Song Yi didn't notice her dark face, "We have a good relationship." â
Good relationship? What kind of slang to play.
"Song Yi, let go of your hand." The girl's cool gaze swept over Song Yi's eyes.
"Sister, what are you talking about......
Song Yi was thinking about his words, and the next second his instep was in severe pain.
Song Mo used Foshan toe stomping on him.