Ji Zhiyao: "But…"
Mo Huaifeng: "If you lose this match, for the next month you can only dream of getting creeps from the right side of the jungle."
A chill went down Ji Zhiyao's spine and he jumped onto the keyboard.
Mo Huaifeng watched Ji Zhiyao's handling that seemed like he was on fire for a while, then as if remembering something, turned toward Yuan Wei, who looked upset… He "tsk-ed" reluctantly, the tilt of his chin pointing to the direction of the front door.
A minute later.
There were two more people in the courtyard of Mix's base.
Yuan Wei looked at the man whose features appeared even more perfect under the clear moonlight, his expression remained unchanged on the surface but deep down he wished to stuff him into the toilet bowl on the first level of the base.
Mo Huaifeng pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case, biting it as he said, "Very troublesome?"
