No. 1088 Don’t Order the Game, Muah

In a trance.

Feng Yi actually felt that he saw the former war god with noble eyebrows and eyes.

Qin Mo was like this at that time.

Watching him play games is like watching a feast.

All the blood that had been extinguished seemed to burn at this moment. The audience on the field were shouting the same name, the Imperial Alliance!

No one said that the team that would definitely lose this game was the Imperial Alliance.

All the reversals seemed like a miracle.

And this miracle was brought by the boy.

Xiao Jing's right hand did not move away from the mouse. Looking at the countdown of the resurrection, he only said two words to Luo Luo: "Hold on."

Everyone knew that this wave was the key to the Imperial Alliance, which was also the key to Xiangnan.

Luo Luo had just resurrected, and the rest of the people had died three times and were no longer eligible to play.

But it should not be too late.

After Luo Luo was resurrected, they still had a chance.

This was the desire of every Xiangnan player from the bottom of their hearts.

But, the next second, a white figure broke their expectations.

It was Qin Mo!

"God Qin's hand is injured like that, do you still want to go?"

The white figure with the dragon leaping tower on the screen answered everyone's questions.

Luoluo waved the mouse, and when he rolled out, the last city defense tower of Xiangnan was gone.

Qin Mo jumped over with the flying dragon and rushed straight to the high ground.

Luoluo narrowed his eyes, carried the sniper cannon, and fired in the direction of Qin Mo.

As the fire spread, Qin Mo moved his right hand, raised his left hand, and moved his body to the side, avoiding the shell, cutting from the left, and the long sword passed by. The electric array was set up, and Luoluo was slowed down, but relying on flexible rolling and moving, he rolled to the right again, and the sniper cannon rose again, and with a bang, it hit Qin Mo heavily.

"It seems that Qin Mo's hand injury has seriously affected his operation."

"Xiao Jing will be resurrected in fifteen seconds. Qin Mo's strong attack should not be able to attack. Even with Feilong's assist, it is not so easy to break through the high ground defense."

"Looking at Qin Mo's operation, he might be killed by Luo Nu Shen."

As if the commentator's words were fulfilled, Qin Mo had less than half a tank of blood left in the next second.

Even if Feilong was still there, it could not cover up the decline of his operation.

The boy who was still waiting for resurrection suddenly looked in the direction of Qin Mo.

Only then did he realize that the wrist holding the mouse had obviously swollen.

Bo Jiu squeezed the mouse in his hand in an instant, wishing he could be resurrected and rush out now.

All the audience felt sorry.

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

Such a bad operation, coupled with Qin Mo's ID, everyone felt uncomfortable.

After all, Qin Mo is different from others.

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

"Will Qin Shen really be killed?"

One of the Emperor Alliance fans asked the people around him.

No one answered. The atmosphere was too oppressive.

People watched on the screen that Qin Mo's health was getting lower and lower as he retreated.

Goddess Luo did not give up this opportunity and rolled towards Qin Mo.

Just when everyone turned their heads away and didn't want to watch this scene anymore.

Yoshi Xin stood up, grasped the railing in front of him with his fingers, and his eyes flashed a sharp blade: "Xiangnan fell into the trap."

Fell into the trap?

What does it mean?