The fourth game of the myth still failed.

The online audience has gone crazy, how can this be, how can this be......

Only the last one remains, and if it fails, it is the last one of the myth.

Qiao Weitang looked at the young man whose face was gradually pale, she didn't know how a person with a wrist injury could hold on for so long......

Pursing her lips slightly, "Shall we ......?"

"Qiaoqiao," Jiang Tong's gaze remained unchanged, "that's disrespectful to him." ”

In the second scene, he released the water.

The boy on the other side realized it in an instant, and walked towards him in front of everyone.

His heart was pounding violently, afraid that he would blurt out a word not to release the water.

In the end, he smiled cleanly and said gently, fight hard.

The fifth game begins.

"All the troops are attacking."

Their final style of play is still strong and violent, the audience can't see it, the commentary can see it, the coach can see it.

They are all trying their best to protect one person, the jungler Nako Rulu.

The ultimate move to assist Taiyi Zhenren to resurrect is only left to him.

[I can't read it, it's really hehe.] 】

[Na Ke Lulu of Bao Nima, really smiled, Qingliu is not worthy, is it? ] 】

[I'm really disappointed in the myth, the treble in my heart, and today I was completely disappointed. 】

No one could see that the boy's hands were shaking,

He was trembling, almost unable to hold his phone, still trying his best to operate.

The lips were bitten white, and cold sweat oozed from the forehead.

Qingliu couldn't bear to look at him, but he had to look at him, and finally his eyes were red, and tears finally came out of his eyes,

The director's camera will cut to the contestants from time to time.

In the last game, there was not a single close shot of the players, which was the last dignity that the league could leave them.

Only the fans in the front row can see that the players on the court almost finished the whole game with tears in their eyes.

The crystal exploded at the last moment, flashing neon, and Nakorulu shook twice before finally falling in front of the crystal.

The audience exploded instantly.

Qiao Weitang took off her headphones, and the unbearable abuse in all directions almost made her burst into foul language.

Momo took the microphone from the host's hand, and his hand trembled violently.

He smiled cleanly and bowed to the audience.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm the one who makes it ...... Disappointed. ”

The audience was silent for a moment, as if realizing that something was wrong,

He stood up and walked to the front of the stage,

"I'm sorry to end like this, this is my last game......" His dark and clean pupils dimmed slightly,

"Maybe you can't feel it, but I'm really, really trying."

"For special reasons, I can't go on with everyone."

"Lin Mo, Alliance ID Myth, MOMO."

"Today, officially...... Retirement announced. ”

The fans at the scene suddenly panicked, they cried Momo's name and apologized for what they had just said.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Momo, don't you go......"

"We know it's wrong, we're never going to spray you again."

"Momo, please don't retire...... I've liked you for three years. ”

Qiao Weitang looked at him in a daze, and somehow, his tears flowed down.

The female fan holding the light sign in the front row was dumbfounded, as if she was poured from head to tail by a basin of biting ice water.

The light sign in his hand still reads,

MOMO, the god of war, is an immortal myth.

In the end, she was stunned, and the light sign in her hand smashed to the ground.

MOMO'S EYES FOLLOWED THE LIGHT SIGN AND FELL,

When he saw the girl, he immediately lowered his head and picked up the light sign.

Hugged tightly in his arms, whimpering and crying.