Mages Are Too OP

Jin Wenwen took Roland to a remote part of the knife gallery.

Because it's almost autumn, the laurels are blooming, smelling pretty good, and there's a hint of laurel everywhere.

Kim Wen is wearing a white shirt with tight jeans and short ears and refined temperament, and this neutral beauty can be quite a shock to some.

But Roland doesn't. He likes feminine sisters.

Besides, after listening to Xisha, he didn't feel very good about Kim Wen, so he didn't think there was anything outstanding about her.

“You could really hide.” Jin Wenwen took out a lady's cigarette, took a sip and spit out the cigarette rings before continuing: “You have to let me chase you here. ”

Roland laughed, too: "But you ran over with a thick face. ”

Upon hearing this, Jin Wenwen frowned deeply: ”Do you seem to have a big problem with me? “

“Think about it another way, Miss King. You're being followed every day by a sex wolf, trying to figure out where you live. How would you feel? ”

In the corner, she said that she was a stalker and a sex wolf. Kim Wen-tun almost shook the cigarette in her hand. She suppressed her anger for a while and said: "Since you don't like talking to me more, I'll make it simple. ”

Roland picks his eyebrows, a look that you can say straight away.

Jin Wenwen took a deep breath: “You must have a virtual game compartment at home. ”

“No.” Roland shook his head.

“You can't fool me.” Jin Wenwen smiled with some pride: “I just found out when I saw you, you're starting to kill yourself. A few months ago, when I first saw you, you were clean and no different than a baby. And now you're killing a lot of people. You're killing a lot of people. ”

Roland laughed: “If I really killed a lot of people, I would have been arrested by the police. Do you really work for the police? ”

“Yeah, he killed a lot of people, but he's fine. Is there any other possibility besides a virtual game?” Kim Wenwen walked up to Roland and looked at him seriously: “Only in that game do you kill people at will and not be involved in the real world. ”

Roland beat up a debt and looked at Kim Wen-wen, who was very close to him, and said, “This is just a guess. I still have to tell you, no. ”

“It doesn't matter if you say no, I think so.” Kim Wenwen's smile carries an opium poppy temperament: “To be honest, that virtual compartment in your hands is purely a waste, giving us martial artists is the best option. ”

“Why waste? ”

“That kind of virtual hatch is inherently meant for samurai and should not fall into the hands of ordinary people like you. ”

Roland smiled softly: “What age is it now? Some people still feel more noble. Have you forgotten Chen Shengwang from junior high school? Don't tell me you didn't even come out of junior high to fight. ”

“You!” Jin Wen Qi threw the lady's cigarette in her hand onto the ground and stepped on it. Her legs were long and straight, like a gauge: “I'm not talking to you so much, 500,000. Give me the virtual cabin. ”

Roland shook his head: "I didn't. ”

“Don't be so hard on the duck. It really pisses me off. Don't blame me me for using some disgraceful means. ”

Roland sounded even funnier: "Now that it's so powerful to fight against evil, it's time for you to threaten an ordinary good citizen, believe me or not? ”

Now it's different. More than a dozen or two years ago, gangsters like this thing couldn't be arrogant at all.

Jin Wenwen took a deep breath: “Okay, you son of a bitch. I'll raise the price, a million more. ”

“I said I didn't. It's not about the money.” Roland looked at her sarcastically: "Do you not understand what I am saying, or are you simply deaf? ”

Kim Wen-wen almost went mad.

She said with hatred, "Okay! You son of a bitch. ”

Then he turned around and left.

Then Roland went back to the shed and saw Xisha and Zhi Shaoqiu waiting for themselves.

As soon as Qi Shaoqiu saw him, she laughed: “I saw that Jin Wenwen had been pissed off. That expression was like eating Xiang. When I broke up with her, her expression wasn't that ugly. It was amazing! ”

After that, he was excited to pat Roland on the shoulder.

And Xisha asked, "What did she say to you? ”

“She had to say that I had a virtual cabin and that I wanted to sell her a million dollars. I said no, she ran away if she didn't believe me.” Roland said casually.

But the other two obviously didn't believe it. They knew Kim Wen-wen very well, and if it was as simple as Roland said, they wouldn't be angry at each other at all. Roland must have spoken up and pissed her off.

“She still hasn't let go of her ambition to compete for the women's championship.” Qi Shaoqiu had some emotions and seemed to be remembering something.

Xisha held her hands behind her back and looked away.

“You are samurai too, don't you wonder if I have one?” Roland asked curiously.

Qi Shaoqiu said faintly: “So what? You want to say that nature will say it to us, you don't want to say that nature won't say it, you ask it for nothing. It hurts emotions. ”

Xisha looked at Roland with beautiful black eyes and seemed to have autumn water swinging.

Roland sighed: "Actually, there is. ”

We're all so familiar, there's no point in lying.

Qi Shaoqiu smiled and revealed some expressions of relief.

Xisha, on the other hand, took out the hands behind her, a decades-old yellow leather paper notebook that she held in her hand: “This is my experience, about the way Taoist health care works, my heart is inside. Take it and give it back to me. ”

Roland took it, the notebook and the girl's temperature. Roland stood still and said, "Thank you. ”

Once again Xisha smiled uncommonly: “No need. ”

At noon, Roland came home from the knife gallery, and after lunch with his parents, he lay in bed and looked over at Xisha's notebook.

In the eyes are the words "Taoist Healthcare Heart", the font is very juanxious.

Roland flipped down a page, the body meridian of Xisha's hand-painted notebook, the luck route, and some of her self-explanatory thoughts.

After a rough look, Roland noticed a major flaw in his mind.

As a girl, Xisha focused too much on the whitening effect of this method.

Almost all the way to any point of luck, how long it lasts, makes the skin whiter, or tighter, and so on.

Or the secret of dark hair.

This thing doesn't work?

No, very useful.

But for Roland, what he would rather see is an improvement in the direction of mental power.

Not like this.

Do you want to make yourself a little white face?

Well, that sounds good.

Roland suddenly flashed this thought.