My teammates have lied to me thousands of times. I treat my teammates like first love. My position is wrong. I can't make up for those soldiers. I will retreat in the group battle.
Wen can hang up and spray his teammates and send his head across the tower.
Quiet is not seen for a hundred years, but moving is a thousand miles away.
Give blood when you flash bravely and sell your teammates without looking back.
Ten steps pit one person, a thousand miles send a super god.
Will drink, pit teammates, play team battles, not participate, wild waves, cold waves, and die young!