The peak showdown in the middle lane back then.

Fighting until the bayonet is full of success.

Fighting to the point where the entire arena was shocked.

Even before the last moment, even the world's No. 1 mid laner, now the head of the Four Emperors, was forced into a dangerous endangered situation by his opponent countless times.

I flashed back to the arena in my mind, and the figure that was once extremely friendly and familiar, and could talk and laugh loudly without restraint.

Mu Qiu pulled the corner of his mouth.

It brings up a curve of not knowing whether it is ridicule or self-deprecating.

Just as he was about to put the empty wine jar in his hand, his eyes accidentally swept across somewhere.

But his movements stopped as if they were frozen in an instant.

Then.

The wine jar fell from his hand, landed on the ground and bounced up, rolling to the side.

Go to someone's feet.
Chapter completed!