Don't mess with me, the bastard of the glory of the king

Chapter 113 Little Fatty Gives His Head

Qiao Jia waited for Xia Lang's words, Qiao Kai went up to heal the wound, he and Shi Lian fought left and right, avoiding the opponent's mid laner Ying Zheng's hurtful and strong skill.

Facing a jungler who is super strong and waiting around to take advantage of loopholes, it is actually difficult for Qiao Jia and Shi Lian to deal a good amount of damage.

Qiao Kai's Daoist Taiyi stuck to Yingzheng, and sat down on it, draining half of Yingzheng's blood.

Shi Lian's Diao Chan opened up, and before Ying Zheng's big move came out, he was killed by two bullets.

The opponent's full-blooded jungler Zhao Yun controlled the still-blooded Daoist Taiyi. It was predicted that he would not be able to resurrect with a big move, so he took the Taiyiren.

Hou Yi with half of his blood remaining and Diao Chan whose ult was about to end seemed to be a meal on the plate and couldn't escape.

Zhao Yun just took a head, there is no reason to stop, they still have a meat here, and he is also a relatively meaty jungler.

It is more than enough to deal with a mage who is about to be empty mana and a shooter who has no displacement ability.

One exchange for three is an unprofitable deal, whoever chooses to withdraw at this juncture is a fool.

The silly hat teammate observed the field, but did not find the SR jungler, and frowned slightly: "It's not right, the opponent's jungler is not there, we should withdraw first..." Yibo didn't say anything yet.

I saw Zhao Yun rushing over like an attacking warrior, and my naked eyes jumped. Sure enough, after Zhao Yun made his big move.

Han Xin jumped out of the grass like a ghost, provoked Zhao Yun three or two times, and then the three began to encircle the remaining meat.

"Fuck!"

Meat is already bulky, and it was too late to run, so I could only watch myself being entangled to death.

One for three is really a bargain.

Before Xia Lang brought all his troops there, in the case of losing three of them, the BQ assistant and shooter could only rush to clear the troops.

This gave Xia Lang a chance to turn against the wild. Shi Lian and Qiao Jia returned to the crystal with blood remaining, and Song Nan was resurrected.

As a result, the assistant who seemed to be returning to the city cunningly hid in the red buff grass, and when he came up, he yelled loudly and entered the invincible mode.

Song Nan's eyes blurred, and he felt that his retinas seemed to be covered with a layer of gray shadows. He opened his eyes desperately, trying to see the picture on the phone's display, but it was useless.

Fans in the arena who were closely watching the game watched SR's top laner Xiong run towards Zhang Fei, who was in a frenzy. head off.

"..." What the hell are you doing?

Shi Lian and Qiao Jia retreated quickly after a brief moment of confusion, but fortunately Qiao Kai who came after him blocked a little damage, otherwise he would have been pressed to the ground and beaten.

Song Nan was sweating profusely, almost crying.

Shi Lian touched his feet under the table, trying to make his voice sound calm and unwavering: "Little Fatty, adjust your breathing, don't be psychologically stressed."

How could Song Nan have no psychological pressure, they all knew what this game meant.

If you lose this match, you will be eliminated, and you will miss the trophy. All your hard work in the past few months has been reduced to nothing.

He regretted it very much, and felt that he was so stupid, why did he lose weight at this important juncture, and the competition was not his alone.

He did this without regard to the consequences, and was extremely selfish.

The gap that could have been widened fell into anxiety again. Everyone was very tired, the eyes that had been concentrating on it were very dry, the tense muscles were sore, and even the fingers became stiff and numb.

(End of this chapter)