The eSports King’s Crush

Chapter 642 The horrible bey

The club manager froze, and at this time he truly realized the terrible bey.

Before the start of the World Series, in Milan, he had seen the bey side, a very small boy, wearing the Imperial League uniform, and even a little hypertrophy.

The black broken hair was a little long, no face was visible, and there was very little talk, and a small pointed chin was exposed.

It is an unforgettable look, with a clear winter temperament.

A little child can have that temperament.

At the beginning of the night, the ice lost, and all of them thought that the child could only smash the assassins.

After banning all his heroes, he took a hand to swim.

That game was just played by two teams casually.

But at that time, Yebing was already better than many professional players.

Is the newcomer most expected to develop in China.

How can it not be too far.

It really wasn't that bad at the time.

If it wasn't for bey's walking position with therapy, maybe the winner would be Yebing.

Because at that time bey operated other heroes, and it was a little jerky.

Now he started playing assist.

Many ordinary players think that assisting this position is optional, and sometimes it is better to have a tank.

But in fact, good assassins, mages, and adcs can be found, and the names of them are everywhere.

In contrast, God-level assistance.

The world is just two or three.

And they have been playing in this position, and everyone knows how to play.

But bye is different. If a man of this genius assassin was able to handle it once even the assistant, like Ye Bing said, how should he stop him.

I just do n’t know. People in Huaxia know whether bey is back.

It should not be known, otherwise they would not be able to get the news.

However, if no one knew it was bey and treated him as an ordinary assistant, his existence would be worthless.

After all, no matter how strong the assistance, it still needs someone in the team to keep up with his thoughts.

The bad thing is that Hei Yan has a King.

Club managers are now almost skeptical that bey is deliberate. Choosing one of these teams to participate in the competition may be the world champion.

He really should have booked a few plane tickets to Huaxia quickly, to see if it was really bey back.

That night.

There will always be a little bit of cold on Chinese autumn night.

Wang Jun's face in the office was somber: "The rules don't need me to say anything. I'll pack things myself."

"Manager, please, give me another chance, I must have a way to pace." Yang Meng was abandoned if he didn't want to.

Wang Jun glanced at her: "I always think you are very smart, and you should also understand that this time it is not my idea. It doesn't matter if you do stupid things. You have to do it in front of Miss Yu, how can I keep you?"

"Manager, you do n’t have to look at the monk's face, you have to look at what I have done before. Do n’t try to kill it like this." Yang Mengruo's finger stunned: "If it weren't for me, Mo Nan's credibility would not collapse, and there are still many Don't people like him? "

Wang Jun really didn't want to lose such a person who helped him: "I can help you deal with it, provided that you must be able to take out enough things to destroy Mo Nan."

"I will." Yang Mengruo lowered his eyes, and Yu Guang was poisonous: "There must be something I haven't noticed yet ..."

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(End of this chapter)