To be honest, a few spades present were a little confused It was Qin Shen's last sentence that was stunned.
One of the girls tugged on Sister Turtle's sleeve: "What, sister, did you hear that?"
Sister Turtle also has a lot of activities in her heart, for example, she didn't expect Qin Shen to bend it, and she bent it so openly.
Facing the two cuties looking at her, she coughed heavily, and she really didn't know what to say.
However, it doesn't matter how Qin Shen bends now.
The important thing is that something went wrong.
Obviously, Qin Shen could see more clearly than anyone else, he only swiped the phone screen twice, then raised his eyes and looked towards the venue.
How to find out the person who planned this is very crucial.
After all, time is too tight.
Qin Mo's eyes swept from left to right.
Fortunately, after the last incident, this time Feng Yi arranged for people to enter again, and divided the official fans and unofficial fan members into two parts.
It's just that the unofficial fan members are not necessarily all part of the organizers this time.
Qin Mo's eyes sank little by little with time, and they were almost a little black.
Sister Turtle has experienced this, and she understands very well what state it is now, since the establishment of the official support of Spade Z, there are many illegitimate groups about Spade Z, and the official reminds everyone that it is best not to add, all come to the official support club, but if you really add it, if you don't build it, the official will not care.
But this time it was noticeably different Through a medium called swarming, the powder of spades is condensed on the grounds of liking, so as to infringe on the big spades.
The other party is right, and they can't find them out of the many unofficial fan members.
One can imagine what the people who organized this matter were thinking.
Time is really tight.
There is only half an hour left before the start of the race.
Every time the clock walks, whether it is Feng Yi or someone who knows about it, his mood will sink a little lower.
There is an indescribable sense of powerlessness.
The feeling of being out of breath.
The feeling of powerlessness that you know that the other party is going to hurt you, and even bite you back after hurting you.
From the hands to the eyes.
Some of the cuties really turned their heads away and wanted to cry a little.
They were thinking, how could they not protect that person.
They now want to tell the world how good that person is.
But they couldn't even protect that person.
Seeing what was happening, my angry fingers trembled.
How can it be like this?
This world shouldn't be like this.
Qin Mo stood there for thirty seconds, and then, he picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number, his voice was very deep; "Fatty, bring your notebook to the front desk, immediately."
Such a call meant that Qin Mo had already thought of a solution to this matter.
It's using fat hacking techniques.
It's just that no one thought of it.
Qin Mo's words fell.
In the crowd over there, there was a young man wearing a black mask and wearing his battle uniform backwards, suddenly holding on to the railing on the left hand, jumping sideways, with the wind at the hem of his clothes, he stood in front of Qin Mo, the silver hair under the hat was still fluttering, his posture was as handsome as ever, he put one hand into his trouser pocket, first smiled at Sister Turtle, but turned his eyes sideways to the great god and said: "Brother Mo, I found you for most of the field, it turns out that you are here."
What are you asking the fat man to do, and he is still having a notebook because he wants to check people" aa2705221: