Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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On the eve of the final night, five people nested in the hotel room to discuss tactics.

This feeling is like the eve of the big test, full of tension and expectations.

"I am going, I am a little panicked!" When the fat man was drinking the fifth bottle of cola, he looked at them and said: "I will not flash the wall tomorrow! No... I think my chance of being vacant is high... No. No, I am still watching the other party's video."

"It’s useless to hold the Buddha’s foot temporarily.” Luo whispered softly and smiled: “Now we look at a video and watch a video less than a video, and it does not affect the ending.

This is like reading a roll and reading a roll before the test, it will not affect your final score.

Because there is something you already have, there is no side to see more, it is impossible to remember.

"You said... If we lose this time..." The fat man scratched his head and said: "It will not be miserable to return to Congress!"

After all, today's honors and humiliations are not only their own team, but also their country.

"We have no retreat." Luo Dust slightly decapitated, his eyes said with great conviction: "I want to take the champion back."

The night of the thousand souls turned slightly, looking at her serious eyebrows, the mouth flashed a touch of petting smile.

He used to think that the priest was the luckiest person in the world because he met the phoenix.

Nowadays, he feels that he is the luckiest person in the world, because he has the dust.

The priest said yes, the past loss was just because he did not meet that person.

But when she really stands on the stage, she can fully feel the tense atmosphere,

Since this is the home of Fnatic, they are all fans of the stage, which is the so-called home advantage.

In the first game, they lost the game.

When I returned to the lounge to prepare for the second game, everyone’s expressions looked a little dignified.

"I just didn't go over the tower just now." The priest sighed and said: "I'm sorry."

"No, it's my problem." Feng Dance licked his lips and said: "If I make a big move early, the thousand gods will not die."

"What are you fighting for?" The fat man patted their shoulders: "It’s just that my skills are not as good as people."

The next second, the night of the thousand souls looked at them three smirk: "Don't worry, put the middle single carry, rest assured!"

"Ah?" Luo slammed into the dust, originally thought that the night soul would say that he was carrying, did not expect to say her? !

This person's brain circuit is not a little problem... Oh no, it is a big problem.

In an instant, she immediately turned to look at the night of the soul: "It is obviously ADCcarry!"

"Good! If I have a carry, what reward do you give me?"

“Oh oh—” There was a scream in the lounge, and the tense atmosphere disappeared.

"Win it and say it!" Luo laughed and licked his lips, and his white cheeks unconsciously spread a blush.

The second game began, the enemy's face appeared very relaxed. After all, they won a special victory in winning them, and the smile looks like it is already stable.

The voice of the fat is very unpleasant in the voice: "What should I do? I am full of anger when I look at the smile of foreigners."

"Then please turn your anger into fighting spirit, and make up the knife!" Feng Dance did not forget to wake up the fat man.

After all, in the case of one point behind, they must play the spirit of twelve points to win!