National School Prince Is A Girl

Between 恍惚.

Feng Yi actually felt that he had seen the old **** of war.

The Qin desert at that time was also like this.

Watching him play the game is like watching a feast.

All the blood that was once quenched seems to be in this moment, burning up, the audience above the stadium, are shouting the same name, the Dimension!

No one has ever said that this game will definitely be lost to the Convoy.

All the overtaking is like a miracle.

And this miracle was brought by the boy.

Xiao Jing’s right hand did not move away from the mouse. He looked at the countdown of the resurrection and said only two words to the landing: “hold it.”

Everyone knows that this wave is the key to the Dimension, which is the key to Shonan.

The resurrection was just resurrected, and the rest of the people died three times and never qualified again.

It should be that it is not too late.

After the resurrection, they still have a chance.

This is the desire of every Xiangnan player from the bottom of my heart.

Yes, in the next second, a white figure broke their expectations.

It is Qin Mo!

"Qin Shen’s hand is hurt like that, is it going to be?"

The white figure with the Long Yue Tower on the screen answers the questions of everyone.

When the mouse fell and rolled out, the last moat tower in Shonan was gone.

The Qin desert leaped with the dragon and rushed to the high ground.

Falling into the blink of an eye, picking up the sniper gun, the direction of the Qin desert is a blow.

When the fire broke out, Qin Mo’s right hand moved, his left hand rose and fell, and his body shape avoided the shell. He cut it from the left side, the long sword crossed, and the electric frame was lowered, but the speed was reduced, but it relied on flexibility. The tumbling position, and then to the right side, the sniper gun re-started, a bang, heavy hit on the body of Qin Mo.

"It seems that the hand injury of Qin Mo has seriously affected his operation."

"There are still fifteen seconds of Xiaojing to be resurrected. Qin Mo's such a strong attack should not be able to attack. Even if there is a dragon to assist, it is not so easy to break through the high ground defense."

"Look at the operation of Qin Mo, if it is not good, it will be killed by the goddess."

As if he had explained the commentator, the next second, Qin Mo had only half a can of blood left.

Even if the dragon is still there, it can't cover the decline of his operation.

The boy who was still waiting for the resurrection, looked at the direction of the Qin desert.

It was discovered that the wrist that held the mouse was already swollen.

In the blink of an eye, the thin nine pinched the mouse on the hand, and wished that it would be resurrected and rushed out now.

All the audience feel sorry.

Including sitting in front of the Internet cafe, the oldest group of people who like to play online games.

When such a bad operation, coupled with the id of Qin Mo, everyone felt a bit uncomfortable.

After all, Qin Mo is different from others.

Even for fans of other teams, it is the same.

"Qin God will not really be killed?"

One of the Dili powders asked one of the people around.

No one answered, the atmosphere is not working.

People look at the screen, and the amount of blood in the Qin desert that is retreating back and forth is getting less and less.

The goddess of the fall did not give up this opportunity and rolled over in the direction of the Qin desert.

Just when everyone turned their heads and didn't want to see this scene again.

You Sixin stood up, his fingers caught the railing in front of him, and the low arrow crossed a sharp edge: "Shonan has counted."

In the middle?

What do you mean?