Dressed as the white moonlight of the blackened male protagonist

Chapter 1939 Rescue the Glory Sniper God 57
"Bang—" In the medicine jar, the green poison juice exploded, and the spray of the medicine sprayed up all the soldiers, leaving no dregs to the shooter.

The C position can't get the economy, so what is it called C?

Gang Jing's teammates are suffocating.

"Hey, will you fight?"

Qin Ke replied in seconds, "You can just watch from the side, and remember to stay away from me, or you will die soon."

Gang Jing's teammates didn't believe in this evil, as if they had grown rebellious bones, and insisted on fighting against Qin Ke.

Not only did he not go back to the tower, but he also stood beside the medicine jar, rushing to replenish soldiers.

Although one did not make up.

This scene stunned the shooter on the opposite line.

"This...is there still time for the support to eat the shooter's economy?"

Gang Jing's teammate didn't listen to Qin Ke's advice, and kept standing very forward, fearing that Qin Ke would snatch his line of troops.

The results of it.

Three seconds later, an explosive assassin sprang out of the enemy grass, and the crispy broken leg shooter was taken away with two skills.

Huangmao:! ! ?
What kind of God's prediction is this?

First Blood!

It's a pity that the head was taken by the opposite side.

Qin Ke shook his head secretly, "I told you that you would die if you run around, don't you believe me?"

The lineup on the opposite side is for shooters.

Seeing that one of his teammates died, Qin Ke didn't panic in the slightest, but blocked the pawn line one by one to make up for the knife.

Just when Gang Jing's teammate had just been revived and was about to turn on the annoying mode, Qin Ke directly manipulated the medicine tank and rushed into the bottom of the tower.

"Hahahaha, what an idiot, what can you do as an assistant entering the tower?"

In the next second, he was caught off guard by the slap in the face.

Qin Ke directly used a dual skill, and the timing of the venom in the medicine jar was just right, blowing up the opposite shooter to nothing but blood.

"Fuck!"

Huang Mao was shocked, "This... how can this be a show of hands, is this a fairy art learned?"

Jian Yang watched Qin Ke kill the shooter on the other side by jumping the tower, and he was also amazed in his heart, who is this man?

He has seen many masters, but they all have their own areas of expertise, including shooters and junglers.

But it's really rare for him to be able to play an assistant so well.

Either he is concentrating on studying wild ways...or he is a peerless master.

The gangster teammate spoke again.

"Hehehe, let's see how you come back after playing tower jumping and strong killing?"

Qin Ke has been under the defense tower for too long.

The current damage is enough for him to be killed without stepping out.

The saddest play ever.

But after Qin Ke opened his big move, he stood there without moving.

Huang Mao suddenly realized.

"Ah, why didn't I expect that the medicine jar can be resurrected!"

It's really a stroke of genius.

The gangster teammate was jealous with jealousy, "Smashing the crowd."

Ever since he finished speaking, I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the opposing jungler has been coming down the road.

But Gang Jing's teammate desperately wanted face, and refused to give out meat clothes, so he could only be caught to death over and over again like a repeater.

In the end, this ranking was spent in a special magical atmosphere.

The other three teammates were still looking up at the sky, "This... is it over?"

"This is too efficient."

Lie down without pressure, just follow the push tower.

Qin Ke played a few more rounds, then put down his phone and looked at Huang Mao and Jian Yang.

"You still say I'm not qualified, huh?"

The man's eyes were aggressive, just like his game style, handsome and evil.

Huangmao wants to cry but has no tears.

How did he know that a mistake in the studio would attract a great master?

"Brother, I didn't mean it, you don't mind."

He is cowardly.

For the strong, there is always a bit of awe.

(End of this chapter)