Chapter 1322 Mo Bei Turns Black

Qin Mo continued to smile and pressed his fingers on someone's left shoulder.

Bo Jiu looked at his actions and said seriously: "Huh? William? I don't know. Brother Mo has seen him and should know better than me."

"Don't know?" Qin Mo was also sure that someone would not recognize him: "The financial owner is wandering around like this. He should have finished what he should do. The Feng family is here to do the rest."

After finishing the last sentence, Qin Mo clasped her hands with his: "I don't have any integrity here, so just tie her hands like this."

The calmer the weather, the more grudges you will hold afterwards.

Bo Jiu knew that in order to coax people, she didn't even look at Lin Feng's circle of friends.

You know, every time she swipes her phone, she can be located.

"Brother Mo, there must be trust between people." Bo Jiu tugged on his hand and smiled: "It doesn't matter if you tie me up like this. It just affects your image. After all, we have a meeting later."

Qin Mo glanced at her: "I'm not the one being kidnapped. I believe they can get used to it."

It doesn't matter.

She is thick-skinned anyway.

Bo Jiu was brought back to the commercial building in this way.

Qin Mo has already let go of the rest.

And it’s not just water.

Zhao Sanpang looked at the sparkling things that appeared on the table. He suddenly paused with his fingers and shook his eyes violently twice.

"It seems,

Have you been prepared for it? You know it will be possible this year. "

When Zhao Sanpang said this, he took out the contents of his pocket.

This should make everything clear.

At this time, on the field, the camera looked at Zhang Zihao's eyes in disbelief.

It's just that he hid it better and didn't let anyone see anything.

I thought they would definitely lose this game.

He really never expected that Bey would directly cut off Xu Yiwan's domain.

Alone, he reversed the situation of the battle, and the Cangshan dragon roar passed through the wild area...

Zhang Zihao no longer knows how to play the next game.

The variable bey caught him completely off guard.

What's more, if the fight continues, he will definitely be exposed.

After all, it's okay to act for one round, but if it's too obvious, experienced players will definitely notice something.

Zhang Zihao was thinking vaguely, and the excited voice of the commentator was still there.

The people on the red side over there have all stood up.

They were the only ones left. Zhang Zihao was still thinking about how to communicate with Xu Yiwan when the two teams met later.

It's impossible for this matter to end at this point.

Xu Yiwan has all the records about his match-fixing. If it doesn't go as she wants, he won't be able to reach the finals, and he will even be ruined.

Zhang Zihao knows very well who is standing on the same boat with him, and the most important thing is how to deal with Bey.

Cangshan dragon chants.

How to resist such a trick?

Zhang Zihao thought a lot, but his thinking was still chaotic.

Until Wu Xiao excitedly pulled Mo Bei to his feet.

The other party's instant rejection made Zhang Zihao look over.

what's the situation?

Others were also a little confused.

After all, judging from Bey's performance just now, he doesn't look like someone with internal conflicts.

She didn't react like this when she lost, and she wouldn't react like this when she won.

Of course, someone as smart as Mo Bei would be able to detect the gazes around her. She stood up and said in a calm voice, "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

Distracted?

Zhang Zihao glanced at her hand again. Was it an illusion? He always felt that he had been holding the mouse for a long time.

Mo Bei's face was turned sideways, his mood unchanged, making it impossible to tell anything.

The five people walked to the red square together, and after shaking hands, it was time to rest.

Mo Nan was still laughing, probably because of this, no one would doubt his state.

The top laner on the red side even said in a low voice when shaking hands with him: "I will try my best this round."

"Same." Mo Nan shook his hand back.

The real competition is about mutual appreciation and hard work.

However, if Mo Nan was the previous Mo Nan, it would be very easy to do this.

Now, standing there, he wouldn't even let anyone see the pain.

It's the last round.

Just win this round again.

You can go to Milan if you have facial paralysis.

Mo Nan lowered his eyes, clenched his hands and opened them again. Even if it was useless, he would still hold it for her.

"Mo Nan."

The person who played the support position had good intentions, because he had been too repulsive to the two of them before, so when he left the field just now, he went to buy some water, hoping to relieve the pain, and he also decided to play well in the last game.

He threw a bottle of water over casually.

Bang.

The water was empty and fell to the ground.

It wasn't that Mo Nan didn't react. He had already stretched out his arm and touched the bottle of water, but he couldn't hold it.

After seeing this scene, everyone else in the lounge stopped and looked in his direction.

Mo Nan's hands were shaking. In order to cover it up, he bent down suddenly without leaving the smile on his face: "Brother, next time you throw water, can you say hello first?"

His reaction didn't seem like anything, it was probably just a slip of the hand.

The assistant smiled happily: "I'll call in advance next time."

As long as we can reconcile.

He just listened to too many rumors and that's why he did that to this pair of siblings.

Now that he has changed, I believe Wu Xiao has also changed.

Thinking of this, the assistant said again: "I really didn't expect that I could stop Xu Shen, he is so handsome! And Bey God, my God, they are really brother and sister, each of them is so awesome, I sat next to her and watched her When I cut off the left field and got four kills, I felt goosebumps on my body. If we keep going like this, we will definitely win, right, Wu Xiao! "

Wu Xiao also said an apologetic "hmm" in his heart, and said: "Which jungle hero bey wants to get, I will help her get it later, and I will be careful in the bottom lane. I'm sorry before."

Mo Nan thought many times about the scenario where the truth would be revealed one day.

But in fact, this day has really come.

Only then did he realize that it was just an apology.

Some people would have such an apology, and some people would have even forgotten what he had misinterpreted and slandered.

Mo Nan lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand that picked up the mineral water bottle. His black hair was knocked down, making his expression unclear.

Wu Xiao is still waiting for his answer. He hopes they can become teammates.

"It's too late." It was Mo Bei. She came over, her eyes so dark that she couldn't tell whether she was happy or angry: "Not all sorry can be replaced by a saying that it doesn't matter."

The voice was very indifferent, and the curve of his face was filled with light: "Why didn't you give me the jungle position in the first round?"

After saying this, she raised her eyes and landed on Zhang Zihao: "Also, are you happy about the match-fixing?"

Zhang Zihao was still observing Mo Nan. He thought that Mo Nan looked a bit strange, and it might be a breakthrough.

The moment he had this idea, a voice came to his ears.

Zhang Zihao's expression suddenly changed!

Everyone in the lounge looked in his direction.

Wu Xiao frowned: "A fight against match-fixing?"

Zhang Zihao reacted and looked at Mo Bei: "Don't just think that the blow just caused a lot of damage, so you can just spit on others. I respect it because I was once a member of the Imperial Alliance, but bey, since he is called a god, then he should be right about his remarks. Take responsibility."

"It doesn't matter if you admit it." Mo Bei walked towards him and said in a very indifferent tone: "Now, I am telling the other two people. If you want to win the next game, ban all the mid-lane heroes that he is good at. Just treat him as a transparent existence and hide his location without giving any signals.”

The assistant saw that the atmosphere was too awkward: "God bey, is there any misunderstanding here?"

Mo Bei looked at him: "The game has been swinging from side to side until now. If you think about it carefully, God is really unfair. One is a fool, one wants to stand out, one is cheating, and there are so many people who feel sorry for me. Brother, I did something wrong.”

When he said this, Mo Bei's eyes did not change, but his figure became a little lower, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"Did he do something wrong? To be forced into this situation."

"Because you trust your teammates, or because you don't know how to deal with people and please those so-called likes?"

"Playing games is really a boring thing."

"How about I cut off one of your hands too?"

"God, it's time to be fair."

When Mo Bei smiled, he looked like a messenger from hell, probably because his eyes were so dark.

Zhang Zihao realized that she was really planning to break his hand, and he was so frightened that he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

What's going on with bey?

Is she crazy?

Want to do it in the break room?

It would be better if she did it.

That would disqualify her from the competition.

When the time comes, he can end this fight without playing match-fixing.

But at this time.

A figure blocked the way.

It's Mo Nan.

Mo Bei looked at him.

Mo Nan stretched out his hand to cover her eyes: "My brother told me when I was little, don't look at bad things. Other children said that my brother would teach them a lesson. We with small faces are not suitable for such eyes."

"The hands are for holding candies and playing games."

"How can it be folded here?"

The voice was low, with his usual smile.

"We are so small, but one day we will come back with the trophy on our shoulders."

"This way I can tell others, if you see that jungler who is particularly handsome, that is my sister, that is... the world champion."

Mo Bei's clenched hands loosened little by little, his eyes also focused, and the black mist faded from his eyes, and then was hidden again.

Perhaps no one can empathize with what it is like.

Not to mention, how Mo Bei felt when she saw that her brother couldn't even hold a bottle of mineral water.

Mo Bei also lived like this when he was a child.

Make those people pay the price.

Whether it's a discussion or a second face under the skin.

She can just tear it up.

For a long time.

The darkness buried deep in the heart, which can almost swallow people up, is always there.

Mo Bei thought that she had never been kind. It was just that when she was a child, there was always someone who would take action before her and face the rumors faster than her. Then she could stay like this and look clean...

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