The next day, in the morning light, Keisha was already up.

In fact, the more high-level transcendents became, the more inhuman they became, and a powerhouse like her, who was only one step away from the Sanctuary Realm, only needed 3 hours of sleep a day to stay energetic.

When Wren woke up, Keisha had already prepared breakfast for him, and he washed up briefly and ate at the table with her.

He picked up the glass carved with a daffodil, which was already filled with slightly cold fresh milk.

In the food culture of the Farolanders, breakfast is generally milk + bread, or various pies with soy milk.

For lunch, you can stir-fry vegetables and rice, and for dinner, you can choose a variety of vegetarian noodles, rice, or barbecue.

Of course, it is normal for some poor people to have two meals a day, and as for those who have the conditions, they will drink afternoon tea.

The Farolanders prefer coffee with milk, the Norckmans prefer black tea, the Pokmians drink fruit juices, and the St. Joans love green tea and have a special tea technique.

Of course, in recent years, under the promotion of the Steam Alliance, carbonated drinks have gradually become popular, such as Rennes, which is quite fond of the "awakening" produced in the Silver Eagle Federation.

Of course, wine is a different story, and the wines of Faroran are famous in many countries, and Catherine is very fond of the red wines.

After breakfast, Wren launched his mountain bike and gave Keisha the keys to Catherine's motorcycle, which is not really suitable for driving a steam locomotive.

Kaisha changed into a women's white chiffon shirt with short sleeves today, with a red and blue floral sundress, with a light and elegant temperament, showing a charming style.

With silver boat shoes on her feet, she took Wren's hand and put him on the "glow", the same Catherine's women's motorcycle.

"I still like my Blastwind bike." Wren, who was pulled onto the motorcycle by Kessa, muttered.

Driving this rather delicate women's motorcycle was Wren, who of course knew how to drive, and Catherine taught him a few times before learning it, and it was not difficult to operate.

Keisha folded her skirt and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, her snow-white arms wrapped around his waist, and her smooth face leaned on his back: "But why don't you buy a road bike, your mountain bike doesn't have a back seat." ”

"Puff puff!"

Although he was reluctant to ride a lady's motorcycle, Wren was not too pretentious and started the Force engine directly.

He retorted, "What do you want in the back seat?" Way! Besides, we can have one for each person, and you should be able to ride a motorcycle. ”

Keisha, who was leaning on Wren's back, was very dissatisfied, and her green jade fingers twisted on his waist: "It's inconvenient to ride in a skirt, you must not have a girlfriend before, you don't have a back seat, how can you carry a girlfriend?" ”

"Boom!"

The motorcycle had already started and drove onto the asphalt road, Wren took a deep breath and was pinched very painfully: "Let go, what's wrong with being single, eat your rice?" Besides, you're not my girlfriend. ”

When Keisha heard this, she couldn't help but show a sweet smile on her face, she finally understood, and the other party's EQ was as low as wood: "When Catherine comes back, she will officially be your girlfriend, you better learn how to make girls happy." ”

His expression was a little nervous and uneasy, and he was very uneasy in his heart: "I don't know why she fell in love with me, but, I admit, I miss her a little now."

What's the matter with you, don't tell me you have a crush on me too. ”

She knew her own affairs, and Catherine could understand that the peach blossoms were coming, but Keisha was not as innocent as her cousin.

God knows what happened to her sudden change of attitude, but he hasn't forgotten how quickly this woman turned her face.

He is still a little self-aware, although he looks quite handsome, but he is not so handsome that he is miserable, and there are beauties upside down.

As for the potential, the old goat also said that he was very talented, but as the princess of the Keisha Norkman Empire, she was not unprecedented, and perhaps there were third-order transcendent professionals younger than him.

The motorcycle was speeding down the city's main roads, and the wind was blowing Kesha's shoulder-length hair, and she couldn't help but hug Wren tightly.

As time passed, her liking for him grew stronger, though she didn't know if it was her own feelings or if she was affected.

But she didn't hate this feeling: "You can just treat me with ulterior motives, but you don't have to be nervous, Catherine won't mind."

In fact, she asked me to come to you, otherwise I wouldn't have come here so soon, the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm will only open for a year. ”

Wren frowned, don't mind? The Norkman Empire is so open? Or are the people in the city too good at playing?

As for the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm, it is said to be a different space on the plains east of Farowan, and there are also some such strange spaces on the continent, which often produce some very precious resources.

The Hundred Flowers Secret Realm is a bit special, it is not occupied by any organization or country for the time being, and the Sage's realm will interfere with the operation of the secret realm, and once they do it inside, they will soon be excluded.

He heard from the old goat that Hal Mihawk of the Association was here for this, but without fourth-order strength, it would be cannon fodder to get involved in this matter.

was speechless in his heart, he pouted: "Also, why do I have so much heart, anyway, I'm still single now, and I haven't really taken advantage of anyone." ”

Kaisha snorted lightly: "Don't get cheap and sell well, you are a little white face who has been raised, why are you so hypocritical?" ”

Very upset in his heart, Wren turned his head and glared at her: "Who said I was adopted?" ”

"Look for yourself on both sides of the road." Keisha seemed to be happy and pursed her lips and snickered.

On both sides of the road, many young people watched with envy and hatred as Wren roared past on a pink-painted motorcycle, and there was a stunning beauty in the back seat.

Among them were two of Wren's classmates.

One of the cyclists' eyes widened as he turned to a tall, skinny brown-haired buddy next to him, "Tom, if I'm not mistaken, Wren was riding a cool mountain bike a few days ago, and it's been a long time since he switched to a steam bike!" ”

Riding a road bike, Tom from the Mystery Class at Bushen University was a little distracted: "Damn life winners!" Maurice, though in a hurry, I'm sure it's a glow! Limited Edition!

It's so extravagant, my family is financially constrained to support me in school, and I can't even afford to buy a Hurricane No. 7 mountain bike now! ”

The existence of transcendental beings in this world is not a secret, and there are many people who aspire to become transcendental professionals, but most of them can't even touch the door.

Even for the students of the Occult Class, their families struggle to get them from the entry level to the elite level.

The cost is very large, the cost of knowledge classes, the consumption of some potions, etc., if you don't break through the second order, this investment will be lost.

Because first-order transcendents are less powerful than ordinary people, their social status and treatment are not high.

Only the second order can be regarded as talents, and they can generally break even, but most of them can't make a lot of money, and the ones who can cultivate transcendents are at least medium-rich merchant families, and elite-level transcendents can't improve their family's social status much.

As for the longevity, second-order transcendents are not very sick at most, they are very healthy, and they do not live much longer than normal people.

Many small aristocrats, small and medium-sized businessmen train their children to become professionals, and many times they sell and buy at a loss, unless the children can break through to the third or even fourth order.

But the various resources that need to be consumed to break through the level are even more terrifying, that is, they need money and a way, and they are not 100% successful.

This does not take into account the unexpected death and death of the transcendent, so the old goat will say that Wren is lucky and directly crossed many thresholds.

Morris looked at Wren away with envy, and said in a staggered voice: "It would be nice if I were an Awakened One, my father is hesitant now, and he doesn't know if he wants to help me be promoted to the second order." ”

Tom shook his head, "I think we're focusing on the wrong thing, he's riding a lady's motorcycle." ”

Slightly stunned, Morris reacted: "Yes, he didn't buy it, maybe it's the beauty behind him!" God, that's almost the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, a shameful winner in life! ”

As if thinking of something, Tom's expression became obscene, and he muttered in a low voice: "Hey, you say, he shouldn't be fostered, right?" ”

Morris nodded vigorously: "Isn't this unclear?" Damn it! Why didn't anyone take care of me! ”

I don't hate little white faces, I just hate that I can't be little white faces!

This is what Morris and Tom think, in fact, most people are like this, what they hate is not the rich second generation, but they are not the rich second generation.

Wren was taken care of by a rich woman!!

It didn't take long for the news to become known in the occult class.