Chapter 187

Feng Nai was sitting next to Mo Bei. His eyes moved from the man's hand on the mouse to the game page, and then his eyes fell on the assassin opposite.

But more than others, he wanted to know why the person he recruited was an all-around player.

Even if he wasn't familiar with Mo Nan before, he could tell from his resume.

Apart from being good at assassins, this person probably wasn't that skilled at anything else.

Most importantly, there is something else about this person that he doesn't know.

If there hadn't been such a staged game today, would he never have come up with this kind of hero?

What are you worried about?

It wasn't that Mo Bei couldn't detect Feng Nai's slightly scrutinizing gaze.

So even though she knew that if she didn't try her best, she might not be able to defeat the assassin on the opposite side, Mo Bei still used her right hand to make mistakes.

It does feel smoother with my left hand than it does now.

But Mo Bei knew very well that in that case, someone next to her would probably see that she was bey

"When did you become a hero?"

Feng Nai asked casually.

Mo Bei didn't stop, his profile was as clear as ever, "After being fired."

Feng Nai seemed to laugh and tapped his finger on the side of his face. "Our assistant brother is really a genius. He can develop to this level in such a short time."

Mo Bei's voice was very light, "Isn't it the same for captain?"

Feng Nai's eyes flashed, "I am the same."

"In the past few days, you have also been practicing other heroes, and every game is v." Mo Bei said calmly.

Wang Dongdong was a little dumbfounded when he listened in the live broadcast room.

God K is training other heroes.

This is a strategic secret.

Why did his brother Nan say that?

Unexpectedly, Feng Nai doesn't care. "It's just because I'm practicing that I think your performance is a bit unusual."

Mo Bei didn't answer this sentence, but naturally turned his attention back to the game, waving the mouse to hit the road.

Feng Nai saw that the situation was complicated, and of course he would not distract anyone too much.

But besides these, what else does he hide from himself?

This question gradually planted a seed in Feng Nai's heart.

And the other side of the game.

Not within China.

A young man with brilliant golden hair was wearing headphones, blowing chewing gum, and waving the mouse to harvest heads.

Sitting next to him was a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a battle uniform.

I was reading a magazine originally.

At this time, he raised his eyes and glanced this way, "The roaming position on the opposite side is playing well."

"That's right. As many people as I kill for this guy, he will be able to recover as many as he can." The blond boy turned his head. "The most important thing is that I wanted to fight against them just now. I didn't expect that as soon as I got close, he was killed." I discovered that when there are people in low-end bureaus who can match the level of consciousness."

As the man listened, his handsome profile looked slightly faint: "You are playing on the Chinese server."

"Yeah." The blond boy bit his gum. "That's why I'm even more surprised. Some of their professional players are average in their skills. Why does this guy seem to be better than the professional players? Captain, do you think I'm dead?" .”

The man stood up after hearing this, put the magazine aside, took the boy's mouse with his left hand, swiped it lightly, and looked at the record, "Go and challenge this person."