The eSports King’s Crush

Although the image only flashed for a moment.

But it still caused the barrage to pause for a moment.

They did have a guess in their minds.

I just want to ask, whose hand is that! ?

Porcelain white, slender, with well-defined joints.

A natural e-sports player, he looks more and more familiar the more he looks at it.

It’s not God K’s, they ate the phone!

Wang Dongdong was also a little surprised.

Doesn’t his Brother Nan not want God K to appear on the scene?

This is?

When Mo Bei realized that his wrist was being held, he quickly adjusted the direction of the camera, and then raised his eyes to look at Feng Nai.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes were in place. He was broadcasting live and asked him to keep as quiet as possible.

Feng Nai raised his eyebrows, and indeed he didn't say anything, but he had no intention of leaving. He pulled another chair in the room and sat there so casually.

It’s like watching her live broadcast.

In order not to show his face, Mo Bei kept his eyes clear and adjusted the camera again to focus on himself.

The game has started.

Mo Bei took advantage of the opportunity and stretched out his hand to tug at his collar, just so that he could fight without being restrained.

But it just happened to be such an action.

Paired with that iceberg temperament, the abstinence is simply alluring.

"I want a nosebleed!"

"Here, complain! Anchor Nan is acting like a hooligan, only flirting but not marrying!"

"Pounce on my brother Nan, this collar is so stretched that it makes you want to sleep with you, ahhhh!"

"Don't let Brother Nan lure you away. Ask him who is holding his hand!"

"Do you still have to ask?"

"I want to ask, I want to hear it from my brother Nan himself!"

Mo Bei had no intention of answering this question.

All eyes are on the game page.

The people who came to watch actually didn't pay much attention to how Master Mo Bei was playing.

At this time, I was thinking about the hand that flashed by just now.

Only the fans who were qualifying with Mo Bei looked at the person who was supposed to be guarding the middle lane and didn't know when he appeared in the grass where they were on the road.

Then a fireball skill stunned the opponent's adc with half remaining health, and he quickly moved and attacked.

While avoiding the tank, he directly took away a head.

first drop of blood!

Just started the game and lost a blood?

The adc directly sent a message: "The mage on the opposite side, wait for me!"

Mo Bei didn't reply, so he walked back to her middle lane and started clearing troops.

The fans were also a little excited. After all, it was the first time they saw this style of play. The mage came up without clearing the troops and went to the road to squat in the grass or something.

How many tricks does Brother Nan have? !

"Isn't this a regular way of playing?"

The men who came to watch the live broadcast woke up.

"This style of play is interesting. I will give it a try next time I am ranked."

"No wonder Mo Beixiangnan chose this mage. This mage has the highest attack power when everyone has no money."

"And he squatted directly in the grass on the top lane, just waiting for the adc to reach half health. This plan is simply terrifying!"

"I think the scariest thing is that the hero he just picked was a fill-in, which means he is... I guess it's impossible."

"That's nothing for a professional player, and it's a low-end round."

"That's right. I forgot about him switching zones. I must have thought too much."

"It's still very powerful. The blood obtained was unexpected."

"It won't be so easy next time, he's slowed down."

Mo Bei's hand speed was indeed slowed down, not because of anything else, but because of a certain great god sitting next to her...

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