League of Legends Gone with the Wind

The trajectory of history is always moving forward, and the former kings will always fall. Fang Mian was slowly helped to the playing field. The sweat on his forehead and his sickly pale face made people feel distressed. "Steven, I don't need this championship. That's enough. I don't want to lose one of my best comrades." Li Xianghe looked at Fang Mian's painful expression, and felt extremely sore in his heart. "What nonsense are you talking about? Guapi, we agreed, and it's time to repay the kindness I owe you." Fang Yan looked at the 0-2 on the big screen on the stage, and the cold smile of Samsung jungler An Bixin, and shook his head with a wry smile. "Faker, I want the championship" Fang Yan looked at Li Xianghe with a very sad smile. Li Xianghe's tears had already covered his cheeks, "Don't worry, the championship must be ours!!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.