For the temple to grow, now is the best time to do so.

The top players in the school are all transferred, and only a few people are left to guard it.

And this little person who guarded the town happened to be attacked by the cult organization and hit hard. At this time, the healing effect of the holy power can definitely have a great effect.

Thinking of this, Lin Sheng slowly closed his eyes and began to recuperate from the mental weakness caused by the killing he had just been killed.

By now, he had died once and his mental weakness could recover in two hours at most. However, it will take a day for the dream to cool down.

After a night of silence, Lin Sheng was completely immersed in the state of meditating on the gray seal.

Over the next few days.

Lin Sheng occasionally went back to the school and workshop to check on the situation, but most of the time, he was trying to find a way to fight the red-haired woman.

What made him feel very troubled was that the large amount of explosives he had buried could not be ignited at all under the influence of the red-haired woman's extremely cold air.

He also tried chemical gas, but it was completely ineffective.

He even tried to borrow powerful evil energy from the school warehouse to modify the gun.

These modified firearms have an effect that ordinary firearms can't match, that is, they have great lethality to the transcendent.

But unfortunately, the bullets from the firearm were shattered by several of the woman's swords before they could get closer to the woman.

Two more days passed.

Lin Sheng himself personally went up to resist the war of attrition, and was killed in seconds after more than a dozen moves. Finally decided, dry ticket big.

But against the transcendental, especially the extremely powerful transcendent among them, the effect of ordinary weapons is already very weak.

Therefore, Lin Sheng put his mind on the high-power evil energy weapons stored in the school.

Ordinary evil energy transformation weapons are also open to students. But for truly powerful weapons of destruction, even ordinary instructors, they need to submit an application in advance.

It's hard to reach.

Therefore, we need to think long-term.

A week later.

Lin Sheng investigated and clarified the information needed. At the same time, the entire residential villa area has been transformed into holy land.

The outside of the villa is also covered with high-power lights, so as not to emit a faint fluorescence from the holy soil and attract the attention of outsiders.

When everything was ready, Lin Sheng's spirit was also a little tired.

In a state of tension for a long time, constantly dying, being killed, many times in a row. He also needed to relax a little and lighten his mind.

After coming out of the basement and feeding the three captives.

Lin Sheng arranged a few red-armored warriors to garrison, while he wandered around for a while and found a familiar noodle restaurant to sit down.

Huangjia Noodle Restaurant.

Lin Sheng is a regular customer here. Usually when I'm hungry, I run to solve lunch.

Eating pasta for lunch has basically become Lin Sheng's recent habit.

The noodle shop is very small, with only six yellow wood tables, and the benches can still be made for two people, and the wood is a little cracked.

In the rectangular shop, menus are posted on the walls on both sides, and the prices of various dishes are marked on them.

Lin Sheng skillfully sat down at the table at the door.

"Boss, a bowl of hot and sour beef noodles, spicy with eggs. ”

"No problem. "The boss is an uncle in his forties, wearing a soft white round hat on his head, a clean white apron around his body, and plastic gloves on his hands. It looks honest and honest.

His wife and teenage daughter help out in the store.

The young and pretty girl is always dressed in a light blue clerk's uniform, her little buttocks are very tight, wrapped in white jeans, and her beautiful legs are closed without a slit. It's very eye-catching.

The male customers sitting in the store often can't help but peek at the girl.

But this is a prosperous area of the city, and no one dares to really harass others. On the contrary, because of this beautiful scenery, it has slightly increased the popularity of the store.

It's just that Lin Sheng is familiar with the boss, so he knows that this family is not easy.

The boss's wife was remarried later, and the ex-wife owed a lot of gambling debts, which caused the creditor to chase after him, and there was no way to get down, so the family could only leave the country and come to Miga.

It's a pity that they don't know each other well, and they are not even very proficient in language. Not to mention the written word or something.

My daughter reluctantly entered school for a few years, and then she couldn't keep up with the progress at all, and was bullied by the school, so she had no choice but to drop out of school.

Otherwise, whose child is in his teens and has been helping out in the store?

Lin Sheng pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, this kind of pasta from Celine is also one of the sources of his sense of belonging to Celine.

Because pasta is also one of his favorite foods in his last life.

Soon, the girl slowly walked over with a huge brown bowl that occupied half the size of a table and placed it on Lin Sheng's table.

"Your face has arrived. This is extra-large. ”

Lin Sheng nodded, inserted the chopsticks into the slightly hot fragrant soup, picked up a large sandwich of noodles, stirred it, wrapped it around the chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.

There weren't many people eating noodles in the shop, and there were only three of them except him.

Normally, Lin Sheng usually doesn't pay attention to the other noodle customers in the store, but one of the three people today caught his attention.

This is a long-haired girl in a high school girls' uniform.

She sat alone in the corner, her long hair hanging down, and her clothes seemed to be a little wet, looking disheveled and embarrassed.

Others eat noodles with their heads down while they are hot, and the chopsticks are clamped and stuffed into their mouths.

But she sat in her seat, holding the bowl in both hands, motionless, as if the face of the bowl was a mirror, looking at herself carefully.

"Peach, the noodles of table three, come and serve them. The voice of the boss's wife came from inside.

The noodle shop owner's daughter is called Peach, and she answered crisply, ran over and brought the noodles to table three. On the way back, I passed by the long-haired high school girl.

Momoko was very envious of these girls who could go to school, and when she saw this girl looking down at the noodle bowl, she faintly heard crying.

"This sister, when she is sad, there is nothing more comfortable than eating a bowl of hot noodles. ”

She whispered comfort, gently pulled a tissue from her pocket, and put it in the hands of the high school girl.

Syllable.

Suddenly, her hand was caught.

The high school girl's pale palm tightly grasped Peach's hand, and the green tendons on the back of her hand were exposed, which looked a little scary.

Momoko was startled and trembled. But she quickly pressed down and stabilized her emotions.

"This sister.... Not... It's okay... Everything will pass..... Want to open a little .... It's going to be fine..."

She felt her hand being held tightly by the other party's hand, and the other party's body temperature was unusually cold, like an ice cube.

Suddenly, the high school girl began to bow her head and sob softly.

Her cry was very small, at first only mosquitoes chirping, and then slowly became clearer.

Momoko saw her tears drip into the bowl from time to time. I can't help but feel like I'm feeling the same way.

She kept comforting the girl, but after talking for a while, Momoko suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The light in the noodle shop seemed to be dimmed, and there were some voices around just now, but now there is no sound at all.

Mom and Dad used to call her every once in a while, but now it's been at least five minutes, and there is no sound at all.

"Sister, I still have to help, you eat slowly first. I'll come back later. Momoko panicked.

She looked up.

The kitchen entrance at the end was dark, and the lights inside seemed to be a lot darker. The light bulb that was only replaced.

The mother, who was sitting at the kitchen door and was in charge of collecting the money, was nowhere to be seen at this time, leaving only a red lacquered chair lying there.

Dad's busy voice is still there, but I don't know why, those familiar ding-bells and clink-bells and chopsticks colliding sounds at this time, and it actually sounds a little palpitating.

Momoko looked down at the high school girl again.

The other party's black hair hung down, covering his face, and he sat motionless in his position, but the hand that grabbed her was getting tighter and tighter, and it hurt more and more.

"Sister.... Can you let it go?, my hand hurt from you..."Momoko asked in a whisper.

The female high school student did not move, just sat there quietly, and did not even cry. It's like a realistic wax figure.

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