Game: No One Knows The Emperor Of Europe Better Than Me

Five minutes later... a coffee shop.

Wen Lingshu was holding the cat, and Bai Liangren was holding her...well, Bai Liangren was sitting opposite her.

fun, so much fun!

Bai Liangren looked at Wen Lingshu's expression now, which was completely different from just now.

I was the head of the color batch just now, but now I am looking at a rare thing that I have never seen before.

The strange and interesting drugs that appeared in Jinling City were more interesting than he imagined.

Wen Lingshu lost his memory!

In other words, she lost her memory for a certain period of time.

Not long or short, probably from the day Bai Liangren met her in Nanxu City to the day before yesterday.

She couldn't remember what happened during this period, so she thought she had never seen Bai Liangren at all.

Just to put it bluntly, how could anyone not remember Bai Liangren after seeing him.

Impressing people is his forte.

It's just different ways~

"Is there no information from the Bureau of Superpowers?" Bai Liangren asked curiously.

"Only I seem to be involved in the information of the player's real game mission. The trip to Nanxu seems a bit inexplicable...but I can't remember that 730 came."

"Huh? You're not a player?" Bai Liangren asked.

Wen Lingshu raised his head slightly, "Of course not, Taoism, Wen Lingshu."

When she said this, she was slightly proud, of course, it was that kind of cold pride.

But a second later, the coldness on her face almost stopped.

Bai Liangren, like magic, pulled out a bunch of bullets from a ball.

"Come, don't come!"

Wen Lingshu stopped touching the cat, the silly cat who had been comforted by her for a long time before she touched it was not happy, don't stop!

"Consecration?!"

The expression on Bai Liangren's face was very natural, "Aren't your Taoist and Buddhist sects consecrated, come on~"

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

After staring at Bai Liangren for about ten seconds, it was Wen Lingshu who blinked first.

She lost.

Even though he didn't make any bets, Wen Lingshu felt that if he was at a disadvantage, he should consecrate him... It's a strange feeling.

He exhaled heavily, and looked at Bai Liangren expressionlessly, "Bring it."

Consecration, if you look at it according to the traditional customs, you should choose an auspicious day and a good day, and ask the great virtues to preside over the rituals and rituals.

Generally, Taoist priests hold a wat in their hands, recite the mantra silently in their mouths, and step on the gangster while reciting.

The believers knelt on the worship benches on both sides of the hall, clasped their fists, and followed the Taoists to recite scriptures.

Between their pitching, the vicissitudes of life in the world are all turned into wisps of green smoke.

After Bai Liangren told Wen Lingshu what he knew about consecration, the corner of the other party's mouth seemed to be slightly raised.

But fleeting.

"That kind of consecration... is either for fooling people, or it is a very powerful consecration. It must be used on powerful magic tools or important occasions, yours.

Is it true that Bai Liangren's pile of yellow bullets are not worthy?

It's okay, Miss Sister doesn't like them, but Bai Liangren likes them.

"Then how did you consecrate it?"

"It's enough to inject mana. For things like bullets, once they are turned on, they can last for about a month. Next month, you can find someone else to get them for you."

Keep it for a month? You don't have to.

If you catch the ball and save the dead, one of the functions is to freeze time, after all, this is an A-level skill.

As long as Bai Liangren doesn't take it out, he will always be a consecrated bullet.

"Will I give you money?" Bai Liangren asked tentatively.

Pat!

The Lamborghini key was slapped on the table, blinding Bai Liangren's eyes.

"What a blinding light! My eyes!"

Seeing his exaggerated performance (biaj), Wen Lingshu was unmoved, and continued to light up his bullets one by one.

An hour later...Wen Lingshu trembled slightly, his forehead was covered with fragrant sweat, and his cold face had long since disappeared.

Looking at Bai Liangren like looking at the devil.

"How many bullets do you have?! I got you thousands of rounds! Mana is exhausted!"

"Don't get excited, there's still a hundred thousand hair...hey, hey, don't go..."

Plop!

Bai Liangren scratched his head, this girl can't do it~

That's it?

This is down?

After some others had been opened, Bai Liangren looked at the warm spirit book that had fallen on the ground.

Hmm...it's actually grey.

This chick is cold from the inside out~

"What are you looking at?"

A cold and weak voice sounded, making Bai Liangren's waist straighten up instantly.

Pretend that I didn't peek under other people's skirts~

"I'll see if you're okay."

Wen Lingshu tugged at her skirt, how many times has she lost her grip today?

In the past, she might not have lost control of her expression several times a year.

Today, I was so angry with this weird thing that I almost went crazy.

It's fine if she falls down and doesn't come to help her up, but she still peeks at her... You bastard!

"The blinding trick I cast has no power to maintain it. It is about to fail. The ordinary people around are about to notice it. Come and help me, I have no strength." After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Lingshu still asked Bai Liangren for help.

Just because Bai Liangren took out a bullet, Wen Lingshu used some tricks to cover up the perception of ordinary people nearby.

Not to mention, this kind of small method, Bai Liangren who is full of big moves is really novel.

The death game task score was too high, which caused him to have no so-called small skills at all.

It's all flying dragons riding on their faces... a big move to wash the ground.

In other words, Guitou Dao's self-contained skill in the 40-meter state is considered a small skill, but the movement and movement are also extremely exaggerated.

It made him want to ask if he still has the talent to join the Daoist cultivation at his age~

In the end, Mr. Bai, a "good citizen" who was "willing to help others", helped Wen Lingshu with this favor.

However, "slight" physical contact in the process of helping is certainly not considered hooliganism.

Her house is next to her, so Bai Liangren lost the opportunity to feel the supercar, which is a pity.

After sending Wen Lingshu home, Bai Liangren looked back, with a smile on his lips.

Tsk tsk, this girl is not right!

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