Chapter eight hundred and sixty-eight, it's dead
The second time.
This is the second time that it has fallen north of Yinshan.
Once again, whether the city is still there or not.
This game will be judged as a great victory in the world.
The mood of fans can be imagined.
The commentator also shook his head: "I really didn't expect that this game would really become a newcomer show with great potential in the world. It seems that in some aspects, the Emperor League is still a little lacking."
"This is normal." The commentators analyzed everything: "Although there are many masters in the Imperial Alliance, these masters all have a problem. For example, north of Yinshan, you and I know that the age and opponent speed will definitely have a certain impact. This is the first competition of the Imperial Alliance. There are two more games in a while. This time, the Imperial Alliance recruited four main players at once. In addition to spades, the north of Yinshan will be abandoned first. The other two are completely new novices. 55, and they won't be able to fight easily. If this continues, I'm afraid that they will lose in the second game, and there is no chance to go to the team battle."
"The north of Yinshan Mountain is resurrected again. This time he will be waiting for a little longer. The members of the Imperial League team sitting outside the field must be in a bad mood..."
Live broadcast, you must show your status to everyone.
As the commentator said, the machine moved away and aimed at Qin Mo's position.
Surprisingly, the handsome and handsome face had no extra emotion, but his slender fingers pressed on the Bluetooth headset on the left.
The commentator was shocked: "Can Qin Mo plan to use the call opportunity now?"
Each team captain has a chance to talk to members.
This is an adjustment that the final group has only made in the past two years.
But everyone knows that this call is too important.
Another commentator expressed his confusion: "If I were Qin Mo, I would never use the call opportunity here. There will be another 22 games next. Compared to the 11 games that cannot be saved in any case, it will be more meaningful to use it in 22."
"It's true, but he did press the headphones. Since that's the case, the microphone will be given to the field control. Let's hear what Qin Mo said."
The game sound effects are covered.
Then Qin Mo's voice, which was not only heard from the audience's ears through Bluetooth headphones, but also from Yin Wuyao's ears: "The speed of hand has nothing to do with age. Since I have decided to come back, why not prove this sentence?"
that's all?
The commentator paused.
They deliberately reserved time to hear how Qin Mo would provide technical guidance to the north of Yinshan.
But now, just like that?
However, the boy sitting on the long bench felt that only one sentence was enough.
When Bo Jiu heard that sentence, the corners of his mouth were already curled up lightly.
Yin Wuyao, who was wearing headphones, was even more shocked.
Immediately afterwards, my eyes raised, and those eyes looked at the screen in front of me.
The memories of the past spread from the mind to the limbs.
The night I was expelled from the club.
He lay in bed, smoking constantly, and didn't want to go anywhere.
He also told himself that if he didn't forget it, he was indeed old.
But I can't persuade myself.
He wants to fight another game.
I was really unwilling to accept that I didn’t win the championship.
For a professional team member, it is more uncomfortable than anything else without a game.
It’s not that I didn’t think about going to other clubs.
But everyone's ideas are the same.
Chapter completed!