National School Prince Is A Girl

Just end it in this way.

It is a pity that it is a pity.

Lin Shentao's eyes moved to the organizing committee along with the shape of Feng Yi, and he saw that Feng Yi had to open his mouth and the person in charge said something.

Just listen to a bang.

The teenager sitting in front of the computer held Qin’s wrist for the second time.

Only this time, thin nine did not vacate a hand to relieve the pressure on the Qin desert, because it is not allowed in the competition system.

"Meng Ge, do you believe me?"

This is the voice of the teenager. The lightness is mixed with the unique lowness, which is transmitted to everyone's ears through the earphone cord.

"Believe."

The two words are the answer of Qin Mo, the deep shackles are placed on the juvenile, and they come back and fall on their wrists.

Thin nine presses his hand, and the light is focused: "That is what you said before. The rhythm of the League of Nations is brought by me. I will call Zhao Sanfu to call Dad. Don't worry."

Looking at the teenager's serious talk, the silver hair was still messy with headphones, and Qin Mo suddenly relaxed the strength of his wrist: "Good."

What is good!

Zhao San is angry, who wants to call the **** boy daddy!

He found the little spade, it is really not good to beat him!

Look at him for a while and don't cut people half a corpse!

Thinking so, the people in the south of Xiangnan have all rushed out.

Thin nine turned his head away, the silver hair was blocked, and the face was beautiful, but the direction of the seal was.

Feng Yi paused. After seeing the line of sight, he smiled. This is telling him, don’t you move?

Instead, he was in charge of the person, looking at Feng Yi, and raised his brow: "Is there anything in the Dimension?"

"No." Feng Yixiao's decent, even if the organizing committee's face is inexplicable, he just stood there and did not give up the abandonment.

Everyone knows that the Dimension is now at a disadvantage.

Or because the economy can't keep up.

Plus there is only one left in the middle of the moat.

The rhythm of this game is really not so good.

Not to mention the other side has Xiao Jing.

The man who never breathes a sigh of relief.

In this game of heroes, there is an iron conclusion. The person who masters the wild area is the one who masters the whole game.

Therefore, Xiao Jing never gave up brushing the wild.

Nor did it give the Opposition a chance to suppress it under the tower so that they could not come out. This is already an advantage.

A new wave of group battles gathered in the middle of the road as the game became hot.

At this time, the moat towers of both sides have been few.

In addition to Xiao Jing, Fall, thin nine, outside the Qin desert.

Everyone has died twice.

If you die again, you will be judged to be out.

Therefore, this wave of three-person team battle is bound to open.

Everyone's skills are very good.

It is obvious that the attack speed of Shonan is too strong.

Even if it is standing under the moat tower, the Dimensions are not willing to take it lightly, plus the other side has a line of soldiers.

The audience held their hands nervously and always felt that this round of team battles, the Dimension will collapse.

Sometimes the intuition comes from this.

Zhao Sanfu’s big move came in and directly interrupted Xue Yaoyao’s rain, and successfully cut off half of her blood.

With Zhao Sanfa's blow, the tank jumped into the jump and sneaked on Xue Yaoyao's body. The goddess of the fall took a position and picked up the sniper. It was a shot at Xue Yaoyao.

In the sky, Xue Yaoyao’s screen turned into a rich gray.

The Dimension is really going to lose.

Because there seems to be no time to let the thin nine go to the rhythm.