So Mo Fengya roared there, ordered, rebuked, she ignored it.

This kind of speed game is dangerous and challenges.

After entering this field, who will care about others, even if injury will not shrink back.

Mo Fengya saw that she did not respond, but the movements on the field became more and more thrilling.

He was so angry that he almost crushed the communication device, but his concerns came like a tsunami. [

Can't let her go crazy like this.

His voice penetrated the chill, and he was scared like a needle.

"Ye Chuqing, you represent my Mo Shi. As the highest person in charge, I ordered you to give up the game immediately, and immediately. Since you didn't plan to come from the beginning, I have no plans to let you represent Mo Shi. This championship is to me.

It's meaningless to say. You will come back immediately, otherwise don't blame me. "

Strong, Sen Hanhan's voice echoed in the car, Ye Chuqing finally heard his ears.

A anger rose from the bottom of her heart, meaningless? She ordered her to give up the game.

Ye Chuqing's hot blood cooled up.

At the critical moment of this kind of game, he doesn't encourage himself.

Still blocked, disrupting her emotions, making her angry and calm.

"At this time, you have no right to order me. As a dedicated driver, you must not shrink back."

She stepped on the placket of the placket even more fiercely, and pressed the communicator with a snap.

Listening to the dumb sound from the communication device, Mo Fengya was full of anger, his fingers were green.

Even if sunglasses can't cover his anger.

He instantly exudes violent murderousness.

"Give me the gun." He commanded coldly to Purgatory.

Purgatory and Flying Eagle were frightened. I did not expect the old meeting to lose their minds so much.

"Boss, shoot this kind of occasion, some of us have any more relationships, and can't stop things."

Mo Fengya swept him over, only one sentence.

"I let you give me the gun, the farthest range."

Under his coercion, the Purgatory was helplessly yielded, and obediently handed over a cutting -edge pistol that was carried with him. [[

The pistol is very small, and it is not easy to be found, but the power is more powerful than the submachine gun, and the range is far away.

It is the most beloved baby in Purgatory.

After Mo Fengya took it, he took a few times and put it on a magazine.

Flying Eagle can't help but can't help: "Master, you are planning ..."
Chapter completed!