Wang Lang looked back at the old man with a dog look, and he was fucking letting him go.

"Senior, I suddenly feel that you are pretty good here. I think you are quite bored, so I will accompany you later."

The old man ate a iron bean and nodded heavily.

"I am indeed bored. Do you have any interesting things? Let's play with me." The old man stared at Wang Lang with one eye.

Wang Lang hesitated for a moment, took out his cell phone, sat next to the old man, and showed him a ghost beast.

The old man obviously didn't like to watch this. When he frowned, Wang Lang knew that the situation was not good and hurriedly turned off the video.

"Why is Zhuge Kongming's singing so unpleasant?" the old man frowned.

Wang Lang took out his ears and laughed dryly, "Maybe there was no vocal class at that time, and Mr. Zhuge didn't have time to learn to sing."

After swiping on the phone for most of the day, Wang Lang didn't know what to show the old man. He didn't know how many years the old man was locked up here, and he didn't know what the old man liked at all.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Lang clicked on a software.

Welcome to King of Pesticides, the enemy will arrive at the battlefield in thirty seconds.

The old man's one-eyed eyes flashed, staring at the phone in Wang Lang's hand.

Wang Lang smiled in his heart, and this game finally had some other uses.

After choosing a Han Xin, Wang Lang's slutty bag operation made the old man dazzled.

Both of them stared at the screen of their phones silently.

The old man's expression was tense and he stared at the screen tightly. That look made Wang Lang a little nervous.

Wang Lang's Han Xin was jumping, and was about to oppose Hong. Who knew that Zhao Yun on the opposite side was in the grass and took Wang Lang away in one go.

snort!

The old man suddenly snorted coldly, and Wang Lang was so shocked that he almost couldn't get his phone firmly.

"Who is the one who killed you?" the old man asked in a deep voice.

"Zhao Yun." Wang Lang said carefully.

"How could Zhao Zilong in Changshan do such a sinister thing?" the old man asked.

When encountering this kind of Yin Bi who loves to squat in the grass, Wang Langshang can only laugh at the old man, "Senior, this is just a game."

"The game is not good either!" The old man was tough.

Wang Lang nodded in a hurry.

This is the most tense game that Wang Lang has played since his life. The old man next to him stared at Wang Lang's mobile phone screen intently.

The battle situation gradually became fierce. Wang Lang stole the high ground several times but failed. One of his teammates had hang up, which made the difficulty even greater. Mulan on the opposite side practiced and shouted, and kept silent and was rubbish.

Wang Lang calmed down and cleaned up the opposite wild area, then stole a tyrant, and his teammates were stuck with each other again.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Lang took the troops straight to the high ground.

Sun Shangxiang, opposite, came to block Wang Lang, and was taken away by Wang Lang's Han Xin.

After pushing the high ground, Liu Bang from the opposite side came over to block Wang Lang, and was killed by Wang Lang's first skill plus A.

The old man stared at Wang Lang's operation with one eye. Wang Lang attacked the defensive tower and finally ended the battle.

Then he laughed at the old man, "Senior, I'll change something and let you see it."

The old man's eyes sterned, and Wang Lang immediately became timid.

"You keep going."

Wang Lang had no choice but to start another game, and this time he chose Li Bai.

As soon as he went on the court, the jungler assisted against the blue, and the middle lane came to help. Old Guan Yu from the top lane slashed the two people on the top lane with several slashes. In addition, the middle lane mage had a strong control, and he gave two heads when he came up.

After level 4, he went to the front road to kill the opponent's shooter, and then took the tyrant.

Wang Lang occasionally peeked at the old man next to him and found that the old man staring at Wang Lang's mobile phone screen.

As time went by, everyone on both sides reached level 15. Six gods were also released, and Wang Lang's equipment was also replaced.

When his teammates fought with the opponent, Wang Lang was so angry that he wanted to join the group.

Who knew that the old man next to him frowned and said, "Go and fight the big dragon."

Wang Lang's mood at that time could no longer be described in any of the words in the Xinhua Dictionary, and it was so fucking surprised.

In order to make the old man happy, Wang Lang turned around and went to fight the dragon.

The dragon just finished fighting.

All of his teammates died, and several teammates began to criticize Wang Lang for not joining the team. Wang Lang was indifferent and too lazy to reply.

The team started on the opposite side, and the situation was to see that the middle lane was going to be a wave. The teammates cursed, "Pig teammates, go home to guard the tower."

"Broken the line of troops on the opposite side." The old man said in a deep voice.

Wang Lang did as he did.

Then the old man spoke again, "Brush the opposite jungle area."

Wang Lang followed suit and did it.

The opponent pushed the high ground, and after the high ground was pushed, the troops were gone, and Wang Lang's teammates were still alive, but the dragon was all out.

"Beat the tyrant." The old man said again.

Wang Lang followed and beat the tyrant.

After the tyrant fought, his teammates were alive.

The opposite side must be withdrawn.

The old man exuded a strong sense of murderousness in his one-eyed eyes, and he whispered, "Kill!"

Wang Lang rushed in after a big shot and then instantly made two crispy skins, and then killed a single residual blood.

There were two remaining blood. Wang Lang was about to continue fighting, but the old man said, "Retreat!"

Wang Lang left after hearing this.

"Go on the road, steal!"

When Wang Lang saw that the dragon had reached the opposite high ground, he jumped directly to the opposite high ground.

He pushed the opposite high ground in just a few seconds. When he saw the word "Victory", Wang Lang glanced at the corner of the old man's lips and smiled.

The old man went to drink and found that the wine was gone, so he ate an iron bean.

"Seniors are really masters in planning and winning thousands of miles away, and I admire them." Wang Lang shook his hand and flattered him loudly.

The old man was still unsatisfied and ordered Wang Lang to "continue."

Who would have thought that Wang Lang would be able to use King of Pesticides to make him happy in such a broken attic.

After a new handful, there was a person who gave him a head out. The opponent's snatcher flew up in a short while. Wang Lang went to catch him after level 4, and was killed by the opponent's snatcher and assist.

The middle lane collapsed soon, and the bottom lane collapsed immediately.

The assistant hangs up in less than three minutes, and the remaining three six points were shot.

The game failed.

Wang Lang secretly glanced at the old man, who ate a bite of iron beans, "See what I did! Winning and losing are commonplaces in military affairs! Continue!"

He continued to drive.

In the next three hours, Wang Lang deeply realized the old man's outstanding strategic vision, keen insight and overall control.

Wang Lang did whatever the old man said, it was just a stable match.

There was a game where the opponent was pushing the house, but the old man asked Wang Lang to beat the tyrant. Wang Lang thought he had lost, but he didn't think that the opponent was too arrogant and thought he could win. He jumped into the spring water to show off one after another, but the crystal was almost bloody and didn't push it away.

With the tyrant, Wang Lang's team pushed hard in the middle and won the game in minutes.

The old man rubbed his eyes and closed it gently.

"This thing is good. It is suitable for playing with it for a short time, not for long periods of time, which is harmful to the body and mind." The old man said.

"I know, I'm sure." Wang Lang obediently put away his cell phone.

After a while, the old man raised his eyes and looked at the armor on the wall.

"Take me your armor."
Chapter completed!