National School Prince Is A Girl

The sound of the game sounds.

For the first time, Qin Mo felt that some people were thick and thick, and they were quite popular.

However, it is also understandable.

Domestic prey, of course, will be more pleasing to the eye.

At this time, thin nine has entered the page and directly selected the characters.

She used the trumpet and the level was not eye-catching.

But the name... Qin Mo looked and picked up the eyebrow: "Qin Xiao secret is my family?"

Thin nine scalp micro-hemp: "Meng Ge, don't care about these details."

"How come, after all, you are the gold master." Qin Mo said, leaning over and biting her ear.

The thin nine-one trembled, the tip of the ear was red.

The satisfaction of Qin Mo, the line of sight returned to the screen: "There is someone talking on it."

Thin nine also saw that it is a person who wants to fight the wild.

She didn't let it.

The man is obviously not happy, and he does not change, so it is so consumed.

Playing games with temper is definitely not conducive to development.

Boji also knows that there is not much to say, it is common sense to fight money and then arrest people.

The teammates are still talking: "The same team playing the assassin, you look at my level, then look at yours, you can't see that I am two levels higher than you, still have to grab with me, I tell you, You better not pit, if you hang out, complain to you when you go out."

Qin Mo listened to the words from the mobile phone, and the light was sinking. From the beginning, there was no interest, and only one person was locked in sight: "What is he doing?"

It is said that the thin nine realized that the great **** is really lost memory, just like a new person.

"In the brush field, the assassins need to brush the wild monsters to raise the economy, otherwise they will not develop. Every assassin must find a way. As soon as possible, the most effective way is to brush the wild."

Hearing here, Qin Mo smiled and reached out and let her change the walking route.

“How?” Thin nine is a little confused, what is God doing?

Qin Mo clicked on the screen: "I play."

"You will fight?" The thin nine's sly brought a surprise.

The voice of Qin Mo is faint: "No, I saw the operation you just made. There is a button to play the game directly."

That's right.

However, ... thin nine looked at the blue grass and stood still, waiting for others to brush the wild god, what is this?

Soon, thin nine will understand the intention of the great god.

Because the voice of the wild teammates on their side rang again: "I rely, I played for a long time in the blue!"

Next.

The man found that whether it was blue, red, or any mob, it would be accurately taken away at the last knives and thoroughly opened at that end.

Thin nine saw the great god, the backbone of the fingers slightly lifted, closed the voice button above, continue to do their own field work.

"I hang up! By!" This time is typing.

The teammates are helpless, thinking about letting the high-ranking player play well.

The man snorted and broke into three paragraphs to send a message: "Let the Qin Xiao secret secretly rob me of the wild, I will go out! Just like that, in addition to robbing me, what else to do, come to the individual , you can kill him."

Thin nine glimmered, took the phone, and pressed back a few words: "Don't want to come out? Then you don't come out."

After that, she manipulated the characters in her hand, like the cold wind, plunging toward the opposite wilderness.

The clothes were fluttering, and even the sword was white.

"The rhythm of death." The assassin’s words just fell.

The sound of the game will ring.