Mo Bei has not yet pulled out of the first game.

There is no more spectators of the cold past.

Mo Bei began to follow the original plan, watching what problems would arise when Mo Nan was playing support.

Then tell her brother how to switch thoughts at this time.

Whether it's positioning or anticipation.

Mo Bei believed that she didn't have to tell her brother.

She understands it, and her brother understands it.

The difference in operation between the hero characters is actually that you change your mind according to the skills of the character you are playing now.

Playing with the Assassin's second play support, it is true that sometimes the force is too strong.

Therefore, Mo Bei did not see that Mo Nan was slightly wrong in his operation.

Mo Nan also understands that in the first game, no matter how he makes mistakes, it is normal.

Coupled with the difference between the support and the assassin, he doesn't need to move so quickly, and the pressure on his wrist is naturally much less.

In such a state.

Mo Bei didn't look at his phone either.

Feng Nai, who sent a message, just leaned on the edge of the bed and waited.

Watch time pass minute by minute.

There was no reply from him.

Feng Nai's eyes were as deep as the night outside.

Didn't even the pit work?

Feng Nai's left hand on the side of the bed was slowly clenched.

After that, slowly release it again.

Didn't send another message.

Instead, he got up directly, paced to the computer desk in the room, and after turning on the main computer, his slender fingers knocked on the table.

The time to wait is particularly tormenting.

He knew what that person was like when he was playing a game with someone else.

Maybe Yun Shen already likes the cold past a little, at least he has a good feeling.

If she is taken by that person to play a few games at this time, she may find that she is still a certain iceberg little brother, which is suitable for her.

This situation.

Feng Nai didn't want to see it.

Because once it happens, it means that he will never have a chance again.

The game page flashed.

Feng Nai's eyes moved, and he logged in to his account on the terminal game, using his brother's avatar and ID.

Just like in the past, as soon as he entered, he saw a certain little brother in the game.

Without a pause, Feng Nai directly ordered his friend to watch the game.

This game has reached the second half of the game.

The outcome has basically been decided, and it can be said that there is no suspense.

But that doesn't matter.

Feng Nai's eyes only focused on the fluttering figure of the cloth and swept into the wild area.

He is not alone, and behind him, he is assisted by the image of a girl.

That figure is particularly caring for the auxiliary, and the mending knife is very accurate, hiding in the grass, and after beating the blue buff into residual blood, it is directly given to the auxiliary.

In other words, he's basically playing blue for that support.

Feng Nai raised her eyes and looked over the support girl's head.

ID name four words, the cloud is as deep as the sea, and the cloud is deep.

Feng Nai's fingers froze.

They play the game together behind the scenes.

It's all about letting him let the blue give it to him.

Because at that time, this person was holding a good man's account.

Now he's with someone else.

Even Lan helped each other fight.

Feng Nai was still beaten down by his black forehead, and strands did not cover his eyes, but the ends of his hair hit the bridge of his high nose.

The remaining droplets of water at the ends of the hair, overwhelmed, fell down and hit the keyboard.

Feng Nai slowly hooked his thin lips at this time, and seemed to be smiling as if he was very lazy.

But under the black eyes, what can be seen is a self-deprecating cold...