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Chapter 1369 One Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty-Seven


A man suddenly stood up in the audience.

Because the body shape and temperament are too outstanding.

It attracted a lot of attention in an instant.

"Xiao Da" "Did he come to see the game too?"

"It's impossible for the Shonan team not to come to such a final."

"That's what I said, but looking at Xiao Da like this, shouldn't I think that the Imperial League has lost and is leaving."

"To be honest, there's really no way to fight back, it's really a pity."

The chatter grew louder and louder.

But Xiao Jing didn't look at it, but set his eyes on Qin Mo, and when he took off his headphones to drink water when he went back to the city, he suddenly opened his mouth: "Qin Mo, the Asian Competition, are you Emperor League going to fight like this?"

This is the first time that everyone has heard Xiao Jing say such a thing, after all, whether it is a game or an interview, Captain Xiao has always been able to stop talking without speaking.

After he spoke, Watanabe, who was sitting on the rest seat, looked at him.

The commentators and the organizing committee also focused their attention.

Normally, they don't interfere with who speaks, as long as it doesn't affect the game.

It's just a little bit unexpected.

The director was very smart and knew that this was a highlight, so he directly transferred the camera to Qin Mo's face.

At this time, the viewers of the live broadcast had only one idea.

I, the Great Qin God, actually still have the heart to drink water.

The game was so intense.

Why is the posture of drinking water still so handsome, even the slender fingers seem to be able to emit light, and I really want to lick the screen The director turned the camera over to see what Qin Mo had to say.

Unexpectedly, Qin Mo raised his eyebrows, put down the mineral water bottle, held the mouse again with his right hand, and only said one word with an indifferent expression: "Hmm." ” Well Well Well, what does that mean Zhao Sanpang wanted to learn to be the master and stood up and roared He had felt that Qin Mo was an incomparable underwhelming person before.

How amnesia is still such a virtue and so on This guy, no, no, no Zhao San's eyes widened suddenly, then he sat down, touched his chin with his fingers, and said in a divine way: "Captain, I think Qin Mo is holding back his bad, do you feel this way?"

Xiao Jing glanced at him, didn't go around in circles, and said what he wanted to say the most: "Qin Mo's memory has recovered. ” "Definitely restored, his well-worded is almost hanging shoulder to shoulder with the sun, that's what he looked like when he played with us," Zhao Sanpang said gritting his teeth.

The goddess of Luo held her face, and she was a nymphomaniac, and only Bo Jiu was left in her eyes: "I think it's not someone else who is holding back the bad, but my male god is really holding back the bad." ” Zhao Sanpang simply didn't want to pay attention to the characteristic of girls looking at their faces.

There is a figure to see in itself.

Who has him burly hum I really don't know how to appreciate Among the people present, none of them knew Qin Mo better than these three.

But obviously, in the eyes of many people, the outcome of this game has been decided.

The Imperial League is now only struggling.

It's a matter of time before we lose this game.

Mei Lin observed the emotions of the crowd: "We can see that some of the spectators on the field are starting to get bored, of course, the fans of the Imperial League are worried about their favorite teams, it's a pity, but as I said at the beginning, in fact, the Imperial League can regard this battle with Dongying as a sublimation learning." ” aa2705221: