The Falcon taunts the magic piano, making them even more self-blame.

Both of them knew very well that if they were not defeated in this game, they would definitely win this game with the equipment of the Magic Qin Opera Master.

But now—

The defense tower in the middle was pushed out in fifteen minutes.

This game seemed to have come to an end early.

"Why are you so anxious to apologize?" Just as the two of you were depressed, Qin Mo's light voice came from his ears, and that tone surprised them in a plain manner.

The mid laner was stunned for a moment before saying ashamed: "We are too poor..."

"The game is not over yet, right? The jungle is in the jungle, you can give me the resources in the jungle area next." Before he could finish all of it, Qin Mo said again.

At the same time, in the astonished eyes of everyone, Qin Mo manipulated the Ximing Master to quickly clear the line of troops in the middle and walked directly into the wild area.

Why do people always think that pushing down a high ground tower will win the entire game?
Chapter completed!