Chapter 1310, Bei Shuai Flies!

That is the recovery that comes with the hero itself!

Increasing blood and restoring mana, even if it can only restore a little, is enough to bring Mo Bei back!

People watched as she was bleeding, moving to hide, giving herself a blow to restore the punishment stack, slowing down the opponent, and then raised her spear and passed through the dragon pit.

Generally speaking, assassins will usually run to the middle when they encounter problems such as being caught by the enemy.

No one expected that Mo Bei would move towards the top road.

Some of the red team's skills are empty, giving a signal to the top order, and the top order cannot move away at all.

Some scenes that fans were looking forward to did not appear.

But Mo Bei's extreme escape, the small details of positioning and recovery made some old players a little dumbfounded.

You won't die this way?

And she got the wild thing just now!

"This is really like entering the opponent's wild area as if there is no one around!" The voice of the commentator was excited. After all, three people chased me with the private blood hiding skill for most of the wild area, but they still jumped here and there. The key is Give yourself time to recover.

This kind of god-level operation can only be said to be so beautiful!

Xu Yiwan's eyes were red and she even clenched the mouse!

"What's going on with you in the middle? Can't you control people?"

The mage who had died twice was not wronged this time. He did not have time to use his skills, but he didn't understand how Xu Yiwan knew that Bey would be in that position. This prediction was too accurate!

The top laner on the red side took a look at the economy: "Develop first. The hero chosen by bey is very economical. As long as we are careful about the position of the dragon and don't lose it, we can get the rhythm back."

Xu Yiwan admitted that her teammates were right, but she didn't want to go back a little bit. Bey's heroes benefited from the economy, and so did hers.

Xu Yiwan used a secret signal to signal Zhang Zihao to give her the position of bey again.

This time Zhang Zihao did not agree.

Even if it is a match-fixing, it must be done under safe conditions.

In the professional league, the behavior of betraying teammates will always be despised. If he uses it at critical moments, it can be said that his position is wrong. If he uses it often, everyone will be suspicious.

What's more, he has to save the most deadly ones for team battles.

And he always betrays Bey’s location, so there’s no guarantee that he won’t be discovered by the other party.

With such prediction and calculation, even as a teammate, he felt that this person was too strong to deal with and must be suppressed.

But there are two situations in the game. One is that you clearly know that he is very strong, and then you deliberately target him to be able to target him. Another situation is that even if you deliberately target it, he can avoid it.

If it is the second situation, the strategy must be changed.

Xu Yiwan understood what Zhang Zihao meant, and she asked her to deal with other people on the blue side, such as the bottom lane.

That's right, it's really a good idea to get a few heads first to make yourself fatter.

When Zhang Zihao signaled his position, Xu Yiwan opened his perspective and moved directly towards Lan Fang's bottom lane.

Such behavior was indeed not within Mo Bei's prediction.

After all, no matter who he is, he should guard the tyrant at this time.

Wu Xiao was clearing troops in the bottom lane. This wave of arrests made him feel a little unstable.

The assistant who came to help was beheaded by Xu Yiwan along with him.

The sound effect of the double kill sounded.

The barrages are full of proud and proud people.

Don't expect them to change, they can't.

The blue assistant made a mistake here, otherwise he wouldn't have died.

Although this kind of situation should not happen in the professional arena, he did hear Bey say that when he retreated, he reversed and hit the wall.

"What the hell kind of operation is this? Did you deliberately kill someone?"

"It looks very much like me at the Bronze level."

"He's as good as an actor."

In the conference room of the organizing committee, the attitude was still anxious.

Except for the old man, everyone else still didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhang Zihao.

For the sake of some speculation, they couldn't have stopped the game.

"King, if the person you proposed today was Wu Xiao or this auxiliary player, we would all think it was excusable. But there is no problem with Zhang Zihao's operation. Why do you want us to suppress the future of a player? After all, If this matter is spoken out, it will have an impact.”

When Feng Nai heard this, he raised his eyes slightly. He was sitting on the sofa, his long legs folded, one hand half hanging, and even the fingertips were cold. He always looked like this when Mo Bei was not around, There is no warmth in his eyes at all, but his beauty is shocking.

The word "arrogant" is perfect for him.

After hearing what the other party said, he seemed to think for a moment, and then spoke: "You have now thought about the impact on the players. Why didn't you think of this when defining Mo Beixiangnan as a substitute player? She clearly meets the criteria. All the rules of the competition system were just created by someone to let her jump. Everyone of you knew it, but she was banned from competing. At that time, why didn't you think about the impact on a professional player. "

The man was blocked for a moment and choked: "This is different. Even if she complies with the rules of the competition, she has deceived the audience. In some ways..."

"If I were her." Feng Nai interrupted the other party and said slowly: "I won't come back to participate in any trials. One day, you people will be anxious. As long as you lose one game in the Asian competition, you have to find a way to make it better. When she comes to compete, just like when you went to Qin Mo, this champion will also give you bonuses, right? "

The man's chest felt tight because of the blockage: "King, what do you think e-sports is, you!"

The old man patted his shoulder and motioned for him to hand it over to him.

But Feng Nai smiled, a bit evil.

The old man looked at him: "Every move you make represents more than just yourself, especially after you become a professional player. That child, she is inseparable from the Imperial Alliance, and the popularity of the Imperial Alliance will definitely make people There are stricter requirements for her. Others may be able to minimize big problems and trivial matters, but she can't. She can't even do it if she doesn't have a pure love for e-sports, so people can't accept it. She came back as her brother. Just to seek justice for her brother, she also cannot lose. Once she loses, she will not be the god she was back then. For example, even if she meets all the regulations, for the sake of the audience, she must be banned. With great responsibility comes great responsibility. If she doesn’t understand this, she won’t come back. She wants to come back and compete in the World Series with you. We and all those who hope that our strength can be seen by the world are grateful. We have a player like this who understands the decisions we make.”

Feng Nai stood up and slowly lowered his figure: "You should be lucky, but none of you will think about what she went through to come back. What I want from the beginning to the end is fairness and equality."

"Nair." The old man let out a long sigh, walked closer to him, and lowered his voice: "You actually understand better than anyone else. No matter where you are, it's not fair to heroes, so why bother."

Feng Nai curled his lips again, stretched out one hand, hooked his tag, and then pulled it and threw it away: "Then I will accompany her."

What's the meaning? !

Some people's faces changed after seeing that sign!

"Nair, don't act like a child!" The old man was also a little unsteady. He had never seen this kid do such a meaningless thing: "You should understand that no matter how strong you are, the competition system is the competition system and the rules are the rules. , will not accept your threat."

Feng Nai was nonchalant, as if he didn't care much: "Old man, have you ever been confused or threatened? I just wanted to accompany her this time. In some places, standing alone, no matter how strong you are, will feel cold. "

Someone's appearance would always appear in his eyes exactly at this time.

When they were riding the subway together, she was afraid that he couldn't stand the smell, so she stretched out her hand and pulled him to her side.

In Yis, she walked out of the firelight with blood dripping from her fingertips.

And she would push his forehead hair away and kiss him gently.

Also, no matter how cool she is in the game, someone will still throw something at her when she walks in the corridor.

She stood there, the emotion in her eyes was always hard to see through, and she was clearly upright and standing out from the snow.

No one knows what she did.

The good ones will not be known, and the bad ones will be known to everyone.

So many times that I remembered the scene where her right hand hung limply, lying lifelessly in his arms like a porcelain doll.

He couldn't reconcile with these people.

The self-righteousness of talking about others casually, spreading rumors and confusing right and wrong, hurting family members, and digging into people's privacy.

It's ridiculous that they still have to fight for such a person.

Even when that person is performing a mission abroad, he has to rescue such a person.

Who will treat her well?

Feng Nai glanced sideways at the figure on the screen, seeing how serious his extreme movements had been on his right hand.

If her hand can no longer fight.

What will people say.

He would say, I really don’t understand why I have to do it even if my hand is injured. Is it because I want to clear my reputation as a proxy player?

This world, huh.

What kind of game are you still playing?

Feng Nai smiled softly, and even his eyes looked pretty, probably because he was wearing gold-rimmed glasses. No matter what his thoughts were, he would not be disgusting.

Looking at the closed door, the people in the organizing committee were a little helpless. It wasn't that they didn't want to take care of it, but how could they take care of it?

Zhang Zihao really has no problem.

What Bo Jiu found was similar to the answer, but...

There are always other ways, such as images that no one notices.

Bo Jiu moved his fingers faster than ever.

Zhao Sanpang is not idle either, he is having a great time torturing people in the game.

The two people seemed to have forgotten about keeping watch, so when a slender figure approached the crumbling wooden door of the store, no one noticed it.

The figure was wearing a white shirt, with long and straight legs. He clearly had the temperament of Jin Gui Qingyue. He was from a wealthy family at first glance, but what he wore on his porcelain white wrist was not a luxury watch, but a five- or six-dollar watch by the roadside. Even though money can buy a red rope, it doesn't feel cheap. Instead, it has a strange sense of beauty because the person wearing it is extraordinary.