"This Maknu failed to seduce others, but was attacked and killed himself." Jim shook his head slightly on the American commentary stage.
"The main reason is that this Chinese Lin is so alert that he is not tempted by Maknu at all." Iserson said with a faint smile.
"Yes." Alexander nodded, "The moment Maknu cut the card, the Chinese Lin seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and decisively gave up the pursuit, making Maknu's idea come to nothing."
"Maknu also made a small mistake when the opponent Lee Sin made a surprise attack." Jim said, "If he could give Lee Sin the wild card, with the amount of health that Lee Sin had just escaped, he would definitely die."
"He was probably looking at the equipment," Esserson said. "Seeing that LeBlanc was not chasing him, he lost his guard, which caused his reaction to be a little slower."
Alexander smiled slightly: "Died twice in 6 minutes, Maknu is really miserable."
"He is now one level behind LeBlanc. If he can't regain his disadvantage, it will be difficult to fight later." Jim said.
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"Damn it." On the Korean commentary stage, Jin Chengnan punched the table again and said with great resentment, "I was just a little bit away, just a little bit away from taking away this damn Li Qing."
"Why is Maknu going back to the city?" Yunho said very puzzled.
"He wanted to seduce LeBlanc, but he didn't expect Li Qing to attack from above." The commentator sitting in the middle said.
"LeBlanc has left, why would she come here?" Yunho said.
The commentator sitting in the middle shook his head slightly, but stopped explaining anything. He looked at the big screen for a moment, as if to console himself: "It's just 1,500 yuan behind. It's still unknown who will win and who will lose. Moreover, Love Lan is a hero in the early and mid-term, so even if he is developed a little better, his late-stage effect is still not as good as that of Mark Nu."
Hearing his words, Jin Chengnan and Yunho's expressions softened a little. They both looked at Maknu in the contestants area and found that his face tightened even more, and his black and white eyes flashed with a hint of coldness from time to time. awn.
"Maknu is finally getting serious." Seeing Maknu's expression, Jincheng Man showed a rare smile.
"Let this Chinese loach know the consequences of offending our Maknu." Yunho also laughed.
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"Xiaoxiao, are you hungry?" Mulo asked softly, lowering his head and stroking the little girl lying on her lap.
"I'm not hungry." The little girl shook her little head, and glanced at Gao Lin in the contestants area with her big eyes. She turned her little face and asked Mulo Judo, "Mom, when will my cousin win?"
"How does mom know?" Grabbing the little girl's loose hair, Mu Luorou took off the bun from her head and tied it into a ponytail.
The little girl pouted her little mouth, as if she was a little unhappy. Soon, she seemed to remember something, and raised her little face again and asked: "Mom, after my cousin finishes the competition, can he compete with Xiaoxiao?" Want to play?"
"You, you just want to play all day long, and you don't have to go to school to study." Mu Luorou raised her hand and pinched the little girl's face, and scolded her dotingly.
"You are so young that you don't want to go to school." The little girl coquettishly crawled into Mu Luorou's arms.
"If you don't go to school, you will become a stupid girl in the future."
"No way."
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Far away in China, in the girls' apartment of Guida University, a pure and pretty girl was looking at the laptop in front of her, her thin lips like petals slightly pursed, looking like she was unhappy.
"Stupid senior, are you going to allow your cousins and others to go to the game, but not me?" The light and sweet voice was filled with so much resentment that one couldn't help but want to comfort and care for her.
"Hey, what are you talking about?" A crisp voice sounded, and a round-faced girl came in from the door holding two books, looking at the innocent and pretty girl with a smile, "Who doesn't allow you to go."
"Ah." As if she was startled, the pure and pretty girl touched her breasts and screamed. Seeing that it was a girl with a round face, she patted her tall and proud breasts with her delicate hands and said with annoyance, "Sister Zhu, you scared me to death."
"Are you dead?" The round-faced girl walked in with a smile and looked sideways at the pretty girl's laptop. "You are looking at this thing again. I said you are a Korean nymphomaniac. If you don't look at it for one day, will you die?"
"Anyway, I have nothing to do." Han Weiwei lowered her head slightly and said with a blush on her pure and beautiful face.
"If you have nothing to do, can you clean the dormitory? Can you help us buy supper? Can you go to dance practice?" Meng Zhu hit Han Weiwei on the head with a book. Meng Zhu stared and said, "What does it mean to have nothing to do? There are a lot of things waiting for you to do, do you have to guard your precious senior every day?"
"Okay, okay, I will buy it for you later." Unable to bear what the other party said, Han Weiwei said quickly.
"Really." Meng Zhu rolled his eyes at Han Weiwei, "I don't know what's good about him, but he just made you crazy."
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, don't you understand?" A tall girl walked in, it was Sun Lili.
"Sister Lili, you are wrong. Pan An should be in the eye of the beholder." Chen Juntong appeared behind Sun Lili and said.
Seeing that she had become the target of ridicule by the sisters in the dormitory again, Han Weiwei's pretty face turned even redder.
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"You damn yellow hair, get out of here." In the Great Man Internet Cafe in Guizhou City, a young man wearing glasses reached out and grabbed the shoulder of a young man with a small bunch of yellow hair on his forehead.
"Four-eyed boy, if you keep arguing again, believe it or not, I'll break your glasses." The yellow-haired young man turned around and glared.
The yellow-haired young man is tall and has a double-knife cross tattooed on the back of his neck. He looks quite ferocious, much like the gangsters on TV. Logically speaking, ordinary people would not want to mess with such a person, but , the young man wearing glasses was not afraid at all. Instead, he glared at each other: "You, don't force me to ask the boss to beat you!"
"Oh, you think you're the only one who knows the boss." The yellow-haired young man squinted at the bespectacled young man with a tugging look.
"What's going on, what's going on, we're going to fight, come on, come on, brother, I'll play with you." As if he heard what the two of them said, a bald and fierce man standing in the opposite row rolled up his sleeves and pointed at the two of them.
"Go away, don't interrupt me watching the game with your chirping." Sitting next to him, a tall man raised his hand and gave the bald man an elbow.
"Ouch." The fierce bald man screamed in pain and immediately glared at the tall man, "Boss, don't force me to take action. If I do, even I will..."
Before he could finish his words, the tall man elbowed him in the stomach again.
"How?" The tall man said provocatively as he narrowed his eyes at the fierce bald man.
