I Can Brush Attributes

Far beyond the Huaxia Kingdom, Europe's Rome.

Wang Ping's father, Wang Quan, was eating breakfast when a sudden message came from his cell phone.

It was sent by his precious son Wang Ping.

"Dad, next week I will bring two female friends who like me very much. By the way, the two of them are very good, but they are a little bit of middle school. They like to talk about Taoist priests exorcising ghosts. You have to cooperate when the time comes. A girl's heart."

Looking at the information, Wang Quan couldn't help but smile and murmured.

"Secondary sick girl, this is a good daughter-in-law candidate."

In the words, Wang Quan raised his head, looked at the blue sky in the morning, and recalled the time of the second middle school.

For ordinary people, the period of secondary and secondary diseases mostly occurs in junior high school and primary school.

However, Wang Quan's second-year illness, like that aunt who arrived late, came later, when Wang Ping was about eight years old.

At that time, Japanese animation was very popular in China.

Taking advantage of the free time at home, Wang Quan accompanies Wang Ping to watch the animation, watching the bloody scenes in the animation...

At that moment, Wang Quan's silent passion was burning, like gasoline was poured, it was burning hot.

As the saying goes, a belated aunt is more perverted, and a belated middle-aged aunt is more perverted.

At that time, Wang Quan's middle school illness was so burning that he had the urge to change his son's name.

He wants to change Wang Ping's name to "Wang Yan's Eye".

In this way, he could point at the food and shout at Wang Ping every meal time.

"Swallow it, Wang Yan's Eye!"

Even, he can wake up Wang Ping every time and shout at Wang Ping.

"Wake up, Wang Yan's Eye!"

If it wasn't for Wang Ping clinging to Wang Quan's thigh and preventing him from going to the local police station to change his name, perhaps Wang Ping should not be called Wang Ping now, but Wang Yanzhitong!

Just as Wang Quan recalled, a middle-aged blond man spoke Chinese in front of him.

"Wang Quan, what are you thinking about?"

Wang Quan glanced at Rogers and told Rogers about his secondary illness.

Soon.

After telling the second story about changing Wang Ping's name, Wang Quan said with emotion.

"Looking back at the past, I was a middle school sophomore. It's really unforgiving."

Rogers' eyelids twitched, looking at Wang Quan.

Do you have any misunderstanding about the unforgiveness of time?

...

At the same time, Huaxia Kyoto, which has a seven-hour time difference with Rome.

Wang Ping was lying on the bed, looking at the system panel.

Host: Wang Ping

Age: 24

Stamina: 35 (+) (10 for normal people)

Blood: 35 (+) (10 for normal people)

Spirit: 35(+) (10 for the average person)

Skill: Waterproof

Props: Top Baize Jade Pendant, Evil Slaying Sabre

Attribute points: 67 points

Storage space: ten cubic cubic (+)

The water ghost, the female ghost at the Renaissance Hotel, and the embroidered shoe ghost brought fifty or so attribute points to Wang Ping.

"Do I collect 100 points and wait to see if there are new skills, or get some props, or strengthen my spirit?"

Wang Ping was in a tangle.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Ping felt that he was very poor.

If there are 100 attribute points, there is no need to consider these.

goo~

Thinking about it, Wang Ping's stomach growled.

"I'm hungry, let's have a late night snack." Looking at the time at 1 am, Wang Ping got up and put on his clothes.

As the capital of China, there are many lively places in Kyoto at one o'clock in the morning, especially eating this kind of thing.

He did not choose the hotel to order food.

Because at times like this, there's nothing better than a string.

"Remember that there seems to be a snack street near the hotel."

Wang Ping said as he walked out of the hotel and walked towards a street.

...

Zhao Xiaofan, a rich second-generation family with over 100 million assets.

Twenty-eight years old, relying on his family background, he holds the title of Personnel Manager in his own company, but he doesn't do any work.

Today, he is driving a Porsche sports car parked next to the Renaissance Hotel, in an empty alley near a pedestrian snack street.

He made an appointment with a friend to make skewers in the snack street.

Because a friend wants to introduce him to college girls, making skewers in the snack street will show that he is a rich second-generation close to the people.

Park your car in the alley and head to this pedestrian-free snack street.

He glanced at a button group called Leng Yue Shuyou Group on his mobile phone.

There is a topic being discussed inside.

Please open your mind and think what kind of person Lei Feng is.

On this topic, Zhao Xiaofan was speechless and was about to answer.

woohoo~

A pitiful and caring cry came.

Zhao Xiaofan paused, someone was crying in the early hours of the morning?

Listening to this cry, the voice line is very good. To describe it in one sentence, if this voice is used to call a bed, it can instantly call people and shoot.

Zhao Xiaofan, who has been involved in women's sex all the year round, can't help but feel confused when he hears the voice.

It was near the parking space where the Porsche sports car was parked, three parking spaces away, and a girl wearing a naked backpack and hip skirt was crying.

Just looking at the girl's back, the hip-pack skirt completely outlines the roundness and smoothness of her buttocks. Looking at his waist, he could hold it in one hand, and the skin on Guolu's back was broken when it was blown.

Even squatting over there, she still couldn't hide her sexy S-shaped figure.

Looking at the back of the crying girl crouching between the two cars, Zhao Xiaofan's abdomen burst into flames.

Even if he couldn't see the girl's face, just based on her figure and voice, Zhao Xiaofan concluded that even if she wasn't pretty, she wouldn't be too bad.

As a rich second-generation, a veteran in love, how can Zhao Xiaofan not be a beauty?

He adjusted his clothes, walked slowly to the girl's side, and said half-bent.

"Miss, why are you crying here in the middle of the night? Is there something sad?"

Judging from my own experience, girls cry, basically there are only two things.

One is the accident of relatives and friends, and the other is the lovelorn.

Judging from this time period and the clothes he was wearing, 80% of it was a lovelorn, even if it wasn't a lovelorn, Zhao Xiaofan had a way to deal with it.

Don't forget, he is the second generation of the rich. If an accident happens to a relative or friend, he will use his financial resources and connections to get it done in minutes.

At this time, in Zhao Xiaofan's eyes, he already saw this girl as a woman who was about to be madly dumped under his crotch.

The girl was still crying, ignoring Zhao Xiaofan's words.

Zhao Xiaofan is not discouraged, at this time girls are the most vulnerable and most likely to be taken advantage of, so don't be in a hurry.

He spoke again, and patted the girl's shoulder with his hand.

"Miss, it's easy to catch a cold in the wind at night, get up quickly, don't hurt your body if you have any sadness, don't you think?"

The girl seemed to understand Zhao Xiaofan's words and stopped crying, sobbing in a low voice.

However, she didn't get up or look at Zhao Xiaofan, she still squatted there.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaofan looked around with joy, there was no one around, he took off his coat and put it on the girl.

"It's cold, you can easily catch a cold when you wear so little. Let's get dressed first, Miss. If you have any sadness, you can talk to me. Maybe I can help you."

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