"good."

When Bo Jiu was talking about this word, his lips were extremely pale.

But the corner of his mouth was smiling.

No one except Feng Yi knew about it.

Along the way, the boy's only move was to drink two painkillers.

Feng Yi looked at Bo Jiu with concern, how could he do 5v5 like this?

But if Spades don't play, the Emperor Alliance will be destined to lose.

"Do you want me to do something?" Seeing the boy feeling so uncomfortable, Feng Yi didn't know what the other party was doing. It seemed that he had stomachache: "Is it because the interrogation room is too cold and you didn't eat?"

Bo Jiu hurried with his arms, not overexplaining his physical condition. He raised his eyes and felt a layer of sweat: "When is it now."

Feng Yi knew what the boy meant, turned his head and ordered to the driver: "Take a shortcut."

"The shortcut is a bit bumpy, the body of Jiu Shao..."

Bo Jiu held the cat and his voice was low: "It won't affect."

"Then the young master sits well." The driver's skills are pretty good, which shows that he often avoids the media.

But along the way, Feng Yi could only see the young man's pale side face, which was bent over and pressed against his stomach, which made him feel uncomfortable when he saw it.

"Do you want some hot water?" Feng Yi suggested getting out of the car and buying a cup of things.

Bo Jiu raised his eyes, wondering if it was because of the pain, his voice was a little sandy, "Let's go to the venue first, give me a cigarette first."

Cigarettes can relieve pain. Feng Yi looked at the boy with his head down and lighted cigarettes. He suddenly remembered that he had the same look after someone had a wrist injury.

At that time, his fingertips were stained with blood, but he was determined to go to the competition.

But that time, I didn't catch up.

This time... I hope time can wait for them.

Outside the car window, another red light was on.

Bo Jiu felt so painful, but his attention was not removed from the game live broadcast.

Inside the e-sports venue.

The character Lin Feng operated has died once.

This is undoubtedly very unfavorable to the Imperial Alliance.

In the last game, the Emperor League had already lost.

If you lose again in this game.

That... all the fans tightened the clothes in front of their chests.

"The first resurrection time is less than 20 seconds. Yunhu should be able to hold on in 20 seconds, but it is necessary to throw a city tower." The commentator's voice sounded: "The current form is really bad."

"Spades are not here either." Another commentator felt quite regretful: "Whether the captain of a team is present or not, it will directly affect the momentum of the team. In addition, the Emperor League lost the first game, and this game seems to be irreversible."

"In fact, this is not the strongest lineup of the Emperor Alliance, and Qin Mo is not there."

"There is no way, the game is about winning or losing, not anything else."

In the car, Feng Yi could also hear the analysis of these two people.

He raised his eyes and looked at Bo Jiu again.

"They can win." The boy's voice was very light, but his eyes were bright: "If you say you will leave it to me 5v5, you will definitely leave it to me."

That moment.

Feng Yi didn't say anything more, turned his head and said to the driver: "Drive faster and drive directly into the venue. I'll do the follow-up work."

Not until the last moment.

Don't give up.

This has always been the spirit conveyed to everyone by the Emperor Alliance.

As an agent, he doesn't think he should lose too much.

Isn’t it just a drink with the venue staff?

As long as it arrives on time.

Lin Feng, who had died once, was obviously a little restrained and his playing style became conservative.

At this time.

Yunhu, who was originally guarding the tower, stopped his movements.

A hand was empty.
Chapter completed!