The eSports King’s Crush

The crowds are full of posters, and the enthusiasm of the fans is like fire, which is a mess.

Mo Bei bowed his head and looked at the poster of the aid left by his owner.

The k is on the front, and I like you on the back.

Subconsciously, Mo Bei stooped and picked it up ...

However, Wang Dongdong seemed to understand something by the side, and he was distressed: "Male god, I thought you had changed. I didn't expect you to make such a plan. Did you know that God k said during the interview that he liked it? A cleaner person, so you dye your hair back to black.

Mo Bei opened her mouth. She wanted to say that her hair had always been this color, but remembering that she was now playing her brother, she could only lift her mouth corner, which was quite helpless.

"Male god, really! In order for me to survive, you really can't do the same as before!" Wang Dongdong looked solemnly: "You don't even want to meet with God k here, go, let's go now!"

Mo Bei was funny: "It's too exaggerated, you."

"You forgot how you held someone's thigh last time, you have to confess it to you!" Wang Dongdong looked like a walking expression pack: "I exaggerate? What I exaggerated at the time was not stopping you!"

Mo Bei paused for a moment, and was stunned back when she reached her lips, she? Holding someone's thigh, confession?

"Come on, let's go!" Wang Dongdong was still urging. He was afraid that if the non-mainstream saw k God, he would not be able to walk!

Mo Bei did not give more explanation. Vaguely, he could see the black and red uniform in the crowd.

As a new member who will report shortly, she has an identical uniform in her suitcase.

Really fate ... Mo Bei thin lips hooked, thinking about going to the exit with the least number of people, but did not expect she hit something as soon as she turned around.

This scene happened too suddenly, the man withdrew his long legs backwards, still did not escape ...

"K God!"

The assistant behind the man wanted to pull away the young master, but it was too late.

The two men had hit each other, and they were still in a very ambiguous posture.

The nose stabbed and Mo Bei hadn't felt the pain before, and the good smell of tobacco and lemon was all poured in.

The other side was looking at her, her brows frowned, her back arched slightly because of her bending, and her team uniform slipped down slightly because of her tugging, revealing the **** collarbone inside. , As if a good porcelain jade, Qinggui abstinence.

At this time, Mo Bei realized that she seemed to be in the arms of the other party?

The temperature of the man's chest was stained on his face, and Mo Bei was a little cyanotic, and his limbs stopped.

Probably it was too close. When Mo Bei lifted his eyes, it seemed that he could touch his breath.

Fortunately, wearing a mask on the other's face, the black color covered the face, and only a pair of lingering eyes were exposed, and the indifferent Qingyan was indifferent.

She knows this person.

Even though he still wore a black mask on his face, he didn't feel wrong.

Mo Bei still clearly remembers the picture he saw on the screen one year ago.

A figure killed the opponent's blood pool all the way without any support from his teammates in the back, and took a one-on-five, Jedi counterattack, and won the championship.

Since then, Mo Bei remembered that game id, King.