When the thin little devil was a little obedient, he turned his little handsome face, "I'm not very worried, anyway, the people you always beat are called Dad, it's just a matter of time." ”

"Hmm." Mo Bei stood up straight, and the lines of his side face were clear.

Xiao Nanlin hugged her legs, raised her little head, and said seriously, "Sister Bei, don't worry, An An and I are both RMB players, and some of them are small money to support you!" ”

"Who told you that I am a RMB player?" The thin little devil has a principle of playing games, never charging money, but this time for the sake of Sister Bey, he can make some changes.

The little grandmother sighed, "Then An'an, how do you usually play games?" ”

"Play with your hands." The thin little devil replied.

Xiao Nanlin said seriously, "This doesn't work, you can't beat them adults, in fact, the biggest fun of the game is to charge money, I charge money and I'm happy, after all, it's my brother's card, An An, I'll buy you some weapons for a while, your level is too low, if we fight together, you can be easily killed, after I buy you a weapon, I'll go buy a support booth, buy the biggest!" ”

Thin little devil "I'm buying some stickers, and I'm sticking them on my face." ”

Little Milk Pro "Cheering sticks are also needed, and there are posters. ”

Thin Little Devil: "Just let the people standing on the other side of the elevator do this kind of thing." ”

The two little ones didn't give Mo Bei a chance to stop them at all.

Just think about it, the Qin family is all tracking experts, and now they are actually shuttling through the streets with countless lights on.

It's best not to run into acquaintances or anything, otherwise the majesty will really be no longer in the future.

in the hotel.

Mo Bei lived in a standard room, just another bed, big enough for two little people to sleep together.

Unfortunately, they didn't mean to sleep at all.

The thin little devil does the co-ordination.

Little Milk Pro is planning.

They are all lying there, discussing how to make the aura tomorrow.

Of course, the little grandmother said ten words, and the thin little devil said at most one.

Mobei is still training and has reviewed many of the matches of the past 10 months.

Occasionally, I would stop to take a sip of water, and when I looked back, I could see the two very small ones on the bed.

In such an environment, it will also be more efficient to do things.

A three-hour review.

Mo Bei is not only watching, but also remembering.

Because, the characteristics and playing style of everyone on the field often determine his thinking to a certain extent.

Until she saw a female assassin, she pressed the mouse and dragged it back for more than ten seconds.

It's very familiar, no matter where it goes, how it plays and how it thinks, it's all familiar.

Mo Bei glanced at the barrage.

"My Wanye is handsome."

"Crossing the tower to kill people, it's too rigid!"

"Wan Ye has always been strong, otherwise how to be the leader of a team."

"It's a pity that her teammates are too ordinary, but it's also a good thing, I heard that Wan Ye has recently gone to Quancheng, and she plans to participate in the tryouts in the form of a single person."

"Really? Ahh ”

"Black Flame Fan strongly welcomes Wan Ye to join, saving some people from always being demons."

"That's it, someone who can't mention his name, I really hope to stay away from our Heiyan, every day to brag that he is a game genius, the heir of the Imperial League, in my opinion, there is no handsome Wan Ye played, but it came out a little earlier, let me say that she has to pass the golden age of professional players, Wan Ye is only 17 years old, and it is a matter of minutes to beat her."

Mo Bei didn't stay on that page for long, compared to what the barrage said, the other party's way of dealing with it was the reason why her mouse stayed.

However, it only stayed for four seconds.

Four seconds later, she began to review and record.

The thin little devil raised his eyes and saw this scene.

Those people always think they know what a bey is like.

No, they don't understand.

Whether it's the ones you don't like, or the ones you like.

They didn't even know that in Asia, the reason why his mommy was able to enter the arena on time.

It's because the bey, who they don't recognize, gave the only admission ticket to his mommy at a very young age.

He'd heard too much about the past, especially about Sister Bey.

Who would know that the little genius in the mouth of the people in the academy will summarize the reasons for the failure after every battle against her master.

Who would have known that she was not all halo and flowers from the beginning, and those people called her genius at the same time, they would say behind her back that she would only stammer.

Why did his father, who eats soft rice, dissolve the Imperial League?

He wasn't born at the time, and he didn't know it.

But looking at it now, I can guess that it is nothing more than because of the fan management and the concept of playing with him on his back.

Let his scumbag dad watch important people cater to fans in order to survive, it is better to disband, and the championship he wants to win will be won anyway.

If it continues, it will affect the rest of your life.

Bo Little Devil doesn't care much about these things, and if you look over the wall, you can see the former fans, how Uncle Lin Feng retired, and the Golden Triangle in southern Xiangnan.

But what is often funny is that those former fans keep asking, why disband, why?

The thin little devil lowered his head and looked at his wrist, as if he could bring out a black mist from the bottom of his eyes.

"Don't sleep?" Sensing that the child's mood was wrong, Mo Bei walked over, rubbed his head with one hand, and motioned him to look at the side, "The little grandmother is asleep." ”

The thin little devil tilted his head, looked at his arm that was being held, and did not speak.

The man's mouth was still muttering, "An'an, we have to come on tomorrow." ”

The thin little devil twitched his arm, but he couldn't pull it out, and his eyebrows twisted and twisted. Then look at Mo Bei "Sister bey." ”

That means taking the person away.

Mo Bei looked at it twice and said, "Not bad." ”

"What's good?" The little imp began to have a bad feeling.

Mo Bei stood up straight, "I can have my peers to play with An An." ”

The thin little devil slammed down, this was indeed the first peer to play with him.

Mo Bei didn't say much, reached out and pressed the headlight, leaving only a small bedside lamp, and then covered the thin quilt on the two small ones.

The thin little devil has always been obedient when he comes to his bey sister.

didn't kick his little friend down.

No matter how high the IQ is, a child will look like a little angel when he falls asleep.

Especially the thin little devil, who is influenced by etiquette, has two little hands on his chest, and his sleeping posture is aristocratic, which is completely different from the little milk next to him.

After Mo Bei glanced at it, he remembered something, opened the door and walked to the end of the corridor.

Sure enough, a member of the Qin family was standing there, and the headlamp sign under his feet was very incompatible with his appearance......

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