A set of outdated styles of play, 4 pairs with 1, not to mention the cost, the power to exert on the battlefield is very limited...

In general, the harm outweighs the benefits, so I advise you to think carefully."

Lin Xiang replied: "His potential is far higher than you think! Do what I said..."

Mo Qiuyu: "You think too simple..."

Lin Xiang: "No, it's because you think too complicatedly. There are so many pros and cons in professional competitions. Isn't it just playing games? Playing games is a very simple thing, either you win or lose! Needless to say, this is my choice, I can afford to lose!"

Mo Qiuyu: "I can't afford to lose!"

Lin Xiang: "I am the boss, I have the final say!"

"The war soul is mine!!"

"Believe me once, I won't win the championship this year. In the next three years, I will pay you three consecutive championships!"

“……………………”

Mo Qiuyu was so angry that she had a toothache, but what else could she say!

"I won't talk about it anymore, I'm playing games."

"Get out! Fuck!"

Mo Qiuyu became more and more irritable as she thought about it. She took a picture of her phone on the sofa.

Mo Qiufeng on the sofa is browsing B station. Some netizens edited Teacher Ma’s five-shot whip into a very magical ghost video, making him shaking his legs.

But while shaking, a sudden disaster suddenly came, and a ghost screamed!

Mo Qiufeng was obviously very experienced in such incidents. He covered his forehead hit by his cell phone and said with a sad face: "Sister! We must make three rules. That bastard makes you angry. You can't hit me every time. I'm your brother!"

Mo Qiuyu shook a fierce look directly: "Get out too!"
Chapter completed!