Online Game: Rebirth of the Law God Chapter 482 Meet the Crotch Girl Again

Chapter 482: Rebirth of the Law God of the Crotch Girl Online Game (Paid)

Dirty silk, pewter sigils, ooze mud, nezumi bones, and fluffy tails......

Before taking a break from the "Eternity" itinerary on the end of the day, Lin Ling finally only obtained a backpack of equipment crafting materials from the treasure chests contributed by the No. 1-3 Ooze Monster Lords, compared to him, who was unlucky, everyone else got the equipment they wanted or didn't think would come out from those golden treasure chests.

The shiny gear soothed some people's complaints about the deplorable conditions of the underground waterways.

After booking a meeting time for the evening, Lin Ling got off the line, and after a brief wash, he went out to take the morning shuttle bus to Gordon's kitchen. The key to taking the morning shuttle bus on weekdays is to stay in the middle of the rush hour between the school and work rush hours, when the traffic is not very high, and if you are lucky, you can still sit in a seat.

Lin Ling's luck was good, and he sat in a seat. His junior high school English teacher once taught them a slang phrase that he couldn't remember clearly, to the effect that "if you can stand, never walk, never stand, never sit, never lie down, never lie down, and never let water when you have water."

But I'm afraid he's the only one who thinks so.

There are definitely not a few people in the carriages that sway from side to side who would rather stand than sit.

About a third of the passengers, mostly young people hanging rings like hangers, squirming their lips with relish, all wearing expandable glasses and matching laryngeal sounders, a device that could be considered a glasses-type smartphone is a good concept, but is it practical......

The shuttle bus braked sharply.

The "hipsters" in the extended glasses immediately staggered around in the car, and the passengers who were eager to put their heads in the rings to bring the device closer to the top of the network transmitter immediately turned into real hangers, the network signal transmitter was two meters above the ground.

Poof!

A lot of the food that the "hipsters" put in their mouths squirted out of their mouths with their body movements.

Colourful and varied breakfasts are smeared in the carriages, and if you ignore the smell, you can see it as postmodern ornamental art.

But the authors who created this masterpiece certainly don't want to see it that way.

Expansion glasses are expensive, but they can't be used as a breakfast to solve hunger problems.

"Is anyone hurt?" The driver, who was just trying to solve the problem of unemployment and play a decorative role, parked the bus to the side of the road, and he handed them a roll of paper in surprise, and he asked a passenger who was covering his neck and blushing, "Blink if you need help." ”

The passenger blinked with difficulty.

"I'm sorry, he's injured, I have to take him to the hospital, please get off the bus and take the next shuttle bus." The driver opened the back door and said to the rest of the passengers, "The next bus will arrive in 3 minutes." ”

"Ask for your own hardship." A few passengers, who were apparently office workers, rushed off the train and wandered anxiously in front of the platform.

Lin Ling and the old people slowly got out of the car, and he was glad that he didn't choose the row of seats by the window.

In fact, no passengers chose the row of window seats, and when those "hipsters" preferred to stuff their heads with breakfast in their mouths into the rings to snatch the Internet signal, the passengers who were originally sitting there chose to avoid it with interest.

"Why didn't the brakes break his neck?" Of course, not everyone is without complaints, "I'm going to be late again today." ”

At-grade roads are notoriously congested during the morning rush hour, especially to the central city.

Even so, passengers who choose to take the shuttle bus should be prepared for the possibility of delay. They can afford to lose time in traffic jams, but few are willing to afford the loss of time due to accidents. Perhaps in their view, traffic jams are an irresistible factor, but accidents are not.

Lin Ling remembered one of his high school classmates who couldn't even remember his name, a boy.

That person would be late for three or four days a week, and the excuses he used were nothing more than traffic jams, traffic jams in front of him, traffic jams caused by accidents, traffic jams caused by one-way driving, in short, the reason for being late had nothing to do with him, it was all the fault of the traffic jam. His home is the closest to the school, about 3 kilometers away from everyone except the boarders.

The inside of the shuttle bus sprayed cleaning foam.

Bills for car cleaning costs are automatically sent to the business or home address of the "hipsters", and like any online product, Expandable Glasses provides an online service while also adding the personal information of the service users to their database.

"My glasses!" A hipster, who had left a large pie mark on his chest, looked at a broken spectacle frame in his hand with a shocked expression.

"Look, you deserve it."

Someone let out a gloating laugh.

Lin Ling shrugged his shoulders, when the supply is sufficient, most digital products are products that start to depreciate when they are bought. He looked at the stop sign and saw that there was only one stop left from Gordon's kitchen, so instead of waiting for the next bus, he took a shortcut through an old-fashioned neighborhood that had been preserved as a historic building. As he passed by an old-fashioned three-story garden house that was hailed as a landmark, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A splash of water was poured in front of him.

Lin Ling was a little lucky, if he continued to walk forward just now, he would definitely be splashed into a soup chicken.

"Good morning, Daozawa Kogi." Yiling's seemingly impressive face stretched out from the balcony on the roof of the building, looking down at him condescendingly, and the overly tall nose bridge destroyed the temperament of the whole face.

"Looks like you had a good night's rest." The owner of the face was carrying an empty sprinkler jug in his hand, as if to water the ground with water that should have been offered to the plants.

It's this crotch girl.

Lin Ling decided to ignore the person he couldn't even remember, he continued to walk forward with an indifferent face, anyway, it was impossible for the crotch girl to jump down from the third floor to block her way, and when she rushed out of this kind of garden house, she should have gone far.

"Hey, you wait for me!" That Lin Ling didn't even know the name, but remembered that the female who could kick her legs made a staggering movement, she turned over with one hand and grabbed the water pipe on the side, and then slid down to the second floor like a monkey, and then jumped over the railing on the second floor to the fence.

The brick wall is about a foot wide.

The lower plate of the crotch girl was not as steady as she imagined, she stepped on the air, and the whole person fell to the ground with her head on the ground in an extremely weird way.

This monkey ......

Lin Ling suddenly remembered that if he didn't save him if he died, he would be punished, in order not to get into trouble or be provoked, he reached out to pick up the falling crotch girl, but he was severely whipped on the waist by a whip leg, and was kicked to the ground as a point of strength.

The barefoot crotch girl rolled over and landed firmly on the ground.

If you walk too much at night, you will encounter ghosts.

Lin Ling took a breath and felt a dull pain in his ribs. He wanted to have a seizure, but after landing on the ground, the crotch girl took the initiative to step forward and grabbed his arm and helped him up from the ground.

"I'm sorry, I lost my balance just now, are you okay?" The crotch girl asked with a concerned expression.

Lin Ling suddenly felt extremely tight, if he was not magnanimous in this situation, wouldn't he be stingy? He covered his faintly aching ribs and stood up from the ground, while constantly hinting that he should be more generous, while glaring fiercely at the crotch girl's feet: "Don't you think it's going to be cold?" ”

"Cold?" The crotch girl lifted her feet, "It's summer." ”

"It's already past the beginning of autumn." Lin Ling was not used to being so close to a relatively strange person of the opposite sex, especially when this guy almost kicked himself just now, "I'm in a hurry, and besides, don't jump from the third floor in the future, it's too dangerous." ”

"Dao Ze Xiaomu, you actually care about me?" The crotch girl looked at Lin Ling with some surprise.

"I'm not Daozawa Xiaomu, you recognized the wrong person."

Lin Ling said and shook off the hand of the crotch girl, and hurriedly wanted to walk forward, if you can stand, you must not go, and sure enough, you are not wrong, you should really look at the yellow calendar before going out.

"My failure is nothing." A familiar voice sounded from behind him, and he turned his head with a stiff expression, and saw the crotch girl holding a voice recorder, "The teacher who completes the moment of advent will drown you in your own blood, and the flames of fireworks will engulf your ......"

When was it recorded?

Lin Ling didn't have to guess, he knew that his expression must be very exciting now, when did this splashing monkey record what he said last time? That time, he obviously didn't see the recorder.

"Do you want to do a voiceprint test?" The crotch girl looked at Lin Ling teasingly.

"Deleted it."

Lin Ling rushed forward and reached out to grab the crotch girl's voice recorder, and the crotch girl naturally wouldn't let him succeed. But a force that gushed out of nowhere made him suddenly grab the crotch girl's wrist and press her against the wall behind her. He glanced at the tall nose bridge that was definitely a waste on the girl's face, and finally remembered the ID used by the monkey, "Pinocchio, delete it." ”

"I have a lot of backups of the records recorded in the access control system." Using the ID Pinocchio, the girl with an ominous real name looked at Lin Ling with a smug expression. Because she was too close, Lin Ling could still smell the toothpaste from her mouth, and she could also feel the softness and a little bulge in her chest.

This made Lin Ling a little embarrassed.

However, Pinocchio didn't feel anything, with a hint of a triumphant smile, and glanced at Lin Ling's five fingers that grabbed her wrist: "You scratched me, Dao Ze Xiaomu." ”

"Then delete it all."

Lin Ling ignored Pinocchio, a person who climbed down the third floor unharmed would be scratched by someone of his physique? No kidding.

"In return, what do you think you should do for me?" Pinocchio continued.

"I think maybe it's better for you to keep it as a treasure."

Lin Ling let go of his hand, turned around and left, he didn't have time to grind his lips with a spoiled rich girl: "Anyway, I'm not a knife at all." ”

"What?" A hint of anger flashed on Pinocchio's face, she grabbed Lin Ling's shoulders and pressed him to the ground, and asked sharply, "Say, who are you?" Why do I know my ID? ”

"You really want to know?"

Lin Ling sneered: "Do you believe me when I say I'm Yi?" ”

Pinocchio increased the force in his hand, and Lin Ling's shoulder immediately made a crisp clicking sound.

"Mochizuki rhinoceros? Diablo? Mirror shadow? Juan? Guess who is in that string of IDs? But the more his body hurts, the more he doesn't want to tell Pinocchio who he is, "Okay, in fact, I'm Mr. Weng from Shangri-La, a son of the Wang family!" You can't afford to offend. ”

"That's not right." Lin Ling's eloquent demeanor reminded Pinocchio of the arcane mage who was nailed to the wall with a speargun, had one of his arms cut off, and killed her and Gustav's two presidents, "Are you that Zero?" ”

"Congratulations, you've found the Zero where you cut off an arm." Lin Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "You can let me go now, right?" Chapter 482: Meet the Crotch Girl Again