The efficacy should start to work.

Thinking of this, Bo Jiu rushed into the crowd again, but this time he forgot to release his skills and forgot to move, and died instantly when he went in.

Qin Mo turned his head and said with a thin lips: "Are you an undercover agent sent by the other party?"

Bo Jiu held another French fries, and when he was careless, he still had a hint of ruffianism: "Brother Mo, I have only died twice. Look at the bottom lane, I have died four times. If you want to tell who is an undercover agent, that is, the economy is poor, and the other party beats me, I will lose blood quickly."

"Do you still want to win?" Qin Mo's tone was very slow.

Bo Jiu smiled: "I think."

Qin Mo didn't say anything. If he couldn't even see someone's condition, he wouldn't have to be a psychological criminology expert.

So absent-minded and don't know what to think.

The only thing Qin Mo could think of was the person she was in the car just before she went upstairs.

This made him pause his fingers.

That's just that.

The opponent's mage hit the fireball on him.

Add a big move to sweep.

Three people surrounded him in the center.

That's definitely not going to go.

Looking at the person falling down on the screen.

Qin Mo pulled the collar again, as if only in this way could he be less annoyed.

But those eyes were cold.

Bo Jiu was also surprised that the great god died.

Logically speaking, even if it is operated with one hand and the great god will not do anything without leaving the tower.

Is it the effect of the medicine?

After thinking about it, Bo Jiu felt that there was such a possibility that the corners of his mouth were raised, and it seemed that he was not far from success.

Qin Mo did not realize where his annoyance came from, but the person in the bottom lane was still shouting: "Don't send him off, just stay under the tower and don't come out."

A person who has died six times is really not qualified to say such things.

However, Qin Mo's attention was not on this, probably because his mind was not calm, so his lips were a little dry.

I put down my phone, took the Coke next to me, took a few sips, and returned to the game again.

Bo Jiu was sitting next to him, smiling. It seemed that the medicine really worked. Otherwise, according to the habits of the great god, he would not take the initiative to drink Coke.

Games are an existence that can divert people's attention.

In addition, Qin Mo had something hidden in his mind. When he realized something was wrong, it was the people from their side who were fighting against the dominant, and people from the other side robbed him.

He paused, frowned, turned his eyes to look at Coke who was put aside...
Chapter completed!