No. 1058, God Gave 9 Gifts

Feng Yi glanced at his younger brother and suddenly smiled.

Everyone who is an older brother looks at his younger brother with a sense of accomplishment: "Ah, this kid has finally grown up."

After Feng Shang checked the things, he made a phone call.

The child had good intentions. He knew that this guy had been under pressure recently and wanted to comfort him.

Who would have thought that before he opened his mouth, the person over there said, "You want me not to care about what other people think of me, right? I know."

"Return, return..." Feng Shang wanted to say something more, but he just started talking.

He was interrupted again: "Is the operation correct? Don't worry, I have practiced very well now. There are many flaws in my technique. I am a fan of thousands of girls. I will definitely lead the rhythm tomorrow."

Feng Shang spoke again: "No, it's not..."

"Nothing? Ah, wrist guards, right? I've got them all, don't worry."

Feng Shang always had something to say, but was blocked back. At this time, his face was suppressed and turned red. It was not easy for a child to say something: "Who wants to tell you this? I want you not to be nervous, remember to bring Get on your rabbit.”

After a pause, he muttered: "Don't stutter when you speak."

Feng Shang also had a meal.

He coughed heavily: "I know, I was still nervous just now, that's why I said so many words, but now I'm not nervous anymore." At this point, he threw himself on the bed, and his face was blocked by the stuffed toy: "Feng Shang , we are finally going to face Shonan. In the past, many people said that our Imperial League wins based on appearance. Although this is true, this time we can finally tell everyone that Imperial League wins through technology. "

"Yeah." Although Feng Shang couldn't say anything, his heart hadn't stopped since just now.

They can finally stand up to the national competition and prove themselves.

This was something he had never dared to think about before.

Feng Shang looked out the window, and something beating in his eyes made Feng Yi stand up: "It's past eleven o'clock, go to bed."

"Alarm... alarm clock." Feng Shang was afraid that he would get up late.

Feng Yi chuckled: "I will wake you all up tomorrow morning. The game will start at ten o'clock, there is enough time.

"

"Okay." Feng Shang was very neat when saying a word.

After entering the room, he turned off the lights and just lay on the bed. Feng Shang was worried, so he sat up again and confirmed what he wanted to bring.

Xue Yaoyao was in the same situation as him.

Jiang Zuo, who was lying on the bed, looked at the back figure and raised his eyebrows slightly, until the man lay back down, still holding the backpack strap in his hand.

Xue Yaoyao's eyes fell on the logo of the backpack.

That was the symbol of the Imperial Alliance, a cluster of blazing fire burning in his eyes.

Xue Yaoyao put her hand on her heart and told herself that if she had a good sleep, she would be in better condition to face tomorrow's game...

Snapped.

The dart hit the e-sports poster on the wall.

That was the most miserable year for the Imperial Alliance.

Lin Feng still remembers that year, he really cried like a little Sabi.

It wasn't because of anything else, it was because of the way that man lowered his head.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, when has that guy ever been so miserable?

If only his operations could have been stronger, smarter, and more thoughtful.

Maybe he can hold on until the captain comes back.

The pressure of the entire team was on Yun Hu.

But he didn't even share the slightest bit.

Lin Feng looked at the poster that he had shot, then jumped back and threw himself into the bed.

In real life, the gap between him and Hu Zi is already huge. In the game, he doesn't want to be left too far behind... This may be the last time they fight side by side.

He didn't want to have any regrets.

Win back all the glory of the year.

I never want to hold that person back again.

This was probably Lin Feng's only mood at this time.

Qin family.

Qin Mo glanced at the young man lying in his arms.

Get up and prepare things for the boy.

I opened my laptop and checked my game account.

Just for a moment.

The world seemed to be boiling.

There are people constantly posting messages.

"What's going on? Qin Shen is online at this point?"

"Is it because I was too nervous before the game?"

"It's possible that when my family was doing the live broadcast today, I was a little distracted. I must have been thinking about tomorrow's game."

"If the opponent is Shonan, no one will be nervous."

People didn't know that Qin Mo went online just to give someone a homemade silver gun.

It was supposed to be given to the guy on the bed a few days ago, but because of recent events, it was never given.

If Feng Yi saw Qin Mo giving this silver gun to Bo Jiu, he would definitely be shocked.

The significance of this silver gun is extraordinary.

It was a silver gun Qin Mo made himself when he first started playing the game.

Whatever good material there is, Qin Mo will blend it into it.

It can be said that during that year, this silver gun became the most commonly used one in Qin Mo, until the operating character changed and Three Thousand Swordsman appeared.

This silver gun has always been there.

It can already be called a treasure-level weapon.

At that time, the materials produced in the game were all rare materials.

It's hard to find now.

This shows how precious this silver gun is.

Now the great god has given it to Jiu...

The most uneasy person when seeing Qin Mo online was Zhao Sanpang from Xiangnan, who spammed in the alliance group: "Qin Mo, are you really nervous? If you are nervous, just say it directly, we won't laugh at you!"

Because of this sentence, many players in the group jumped out and made jokes one after another.

Qin Mo looked at the page, raised his eyebrows, moved the mouse, and slowly sent a video to the group.

The video was nothing else but the secret hidden in the electronic lighter that Bo Jiu had given him before.

Zhao Sanpang was still sitting there with his legs crossed, typing away, and shouting that he wanted to challenge Qin Mo in a one-on-one duel.

The people in the group were in the same mood, all wanting to take advantage of this hard-won opportunity to tease Qin Mo.

Who would have thought that Qin Mo would send a video.

Zhao Sanpang thought it was some useful video operation.

When he first opened it, he was still watching it seriously, but his mouth twitched at the end.

What is this from your grandma?

A clip of Qin Mo and Little Black Peach showing their affection?

Not only Zhao Sanpang, but also the others who opened the video, including the people from other teams, were forced to recommend the Mo Jiu CP video!

Who said Qin Mo was nervous when playing the game? Come out, they will definitely beat him to death.

This is not nervous at all, it is clearly more shameless than usual!

Because, Qin Mo just typed a line of words at this time: "I am looking at the gift that Hetao gave me. Single people like you should not understand it."

Everyone knows that the most painful thing for Zhao Sanpang is that he has never had a partner.

Qin Mo's words made Zhao Sanpang cry and log off the line. He turned his head and said to the person standing next to him: "Captain, I apply to keep an eye on Qin Mo tomorrow."

"No need." Xiao Da stood up: "The Supreme Alliance has a very fatal weakness, which has now appeared."

Zhao Sanpang's face was full of question marks: "Weakness? Where is it?"

"It's in this video." Xiao Da pointed to a certain point in the video, and his eyes were shining...