The Blood Is Back

When hearing these four words.

Adolf's expression changed. He swept away the sadness before and watched the scene of himself being tortured with relish!

Cat, Cat and Bear looked at Mo Bei with admiration and applauded like seals: "My brother is also very good at deceiving."

"It's not a lie." Zhao Sanpang, who had been smiling all the time, even smiled and rolled his eyes. His eyes looked at the tall and clear figure, vaguely, as if they were overlapping with something, and his eyes were lowered and different. Emotions.

"Little Spade, you will definitely regret it. It's not you who is standing here now, but me, hahahaha."

This inexplicable sentence made several teenagers look over at the same time.

Zhao Sanpang clapped his hands.

Cat, Cat and Bear were almost lying there when they were photographed.

After all, if you think about the weight of our fat man, you can imagine that not everyone can bear that palm.

"We are little, ah, no, you guys have really grown up, hahahaha!"

Saying that, Zhao Sanpang patted him twice more to express his joy. "

Cat, Cat and Bear coughed twice: "Fat Master, please be merciful!"

"Train! Give it to me, Fatty!" Fatty Zhao San walked away, but walked over to Teng Hui, slapping him in the same way.

Teng Hui's small body is almost the same as that of a cat, cat, and bear, almost useless.

"Don't expect me to be merciful. If you win, you will be the idols of thousands of girls when you return home. I tell you from experience, do you know why I have so many female fans? It's all because I look so handsome when I win! Damn it. It’s all about shame, you know?”

As Zhao Sanpang spoke, he walked up behind Feng Nai: "Of course, there are some people who rely on scheming. I say, nephew, what are you looking at? Keep fighting."

Feng Nai was too lazy to correct his title. After all, there was still another 1v1 waiting for him.

Only half of the players were left in the training room.

Everyone could feel that Zhao Sanpang's state had changed.

Cat, Cat, Bear and the others don’t know why.

As someone who has been along the way,

Feng Yi knew very well what kind of fire Xiaomianlan had lit in the heart of his old friend.

At this moment, it was like returning to that year again.

Feng Yi looked out the brightly lit window and reached out to push the gold-rimmed glasses frame on the bridge of his nose. They both still looked like teenagers.

"Hand speed."

Faintly, the voices coming from the training room could be heard, clear and faint.

"Adolf, watch your position."

"Teng Hui, the top laner needs more awareness."

"Han Xi, if you invade, be more reckless, it doesn't matter."

"Cat, Cat, Bear..."

For a moment, there seemed to be two coaches in the training room.

Mo Bei was correcting the details, while Zhao Sanpang was observing and reminding in the general direction.

On the other side, Huan Leng is still having a 1v1 with Feng Nai

I have to say that Young Master Feng's record this time is a bit unsatisfactory.

I fought 9 times and lost 9 times.

Adolf originally thought that the man would act like a young man. After all, K has always been the kind of green tea king with eyes that reach the top of his head. Even if he changed his personality, he would still hold grudges!

Unexpectedly, he just took a sip of water, put on his headphones, and said casually: "Come again."

Instead, Xuan Leng stopped, looked at him across the two computers, turned his wrist, and threw two words to him: "Tomorrow."

Feng Nai narrowed his eyes, filled with evil spirits: "Tomorrow?"

"I'm tired." Huan Leng stood up, his back was covered with sweat, but it didn't affect his temperament: "You should be tired too."

Hearing this, Feng Nai raised his eyebrows: "Tired?"

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