The national school idol is a girl

The expression on Henry's face changed several times.

fall!

The most basic trust between people!

At this time, the figure who was looking at Bo Jiu also came out. From his angle just now, he thought Bo Jiu had entered the locker room.

In fact, the boy was already skimming the path, running through the streets as if he was parkouring.

Bo Jiu's speed is very fast. When she gets here, she is a bit like a living map with a plug-in. After all, this is her own territory, and she can take shortcuts with her eyes closed.

Finally, she stopped on the most prestigious avenue in the Northern Commonwealth.

Dance path.

There are jewelry, leather goods, clothing, and cosmetics shops here, attracting thousands of tourists every year.

At this time, Bo Jiu slowed down and approached a very old phone booth. The phone booth was at the entrance of the alley. When Bo Jiu walked in, there were several black people over there who were graffiti. They stopped to take a look. He glanced at Bo Jiu, the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

Bo Jiu's dress prevented them from moving easily, but they also winked at each other.

Bo Jiu didn't say a word. He pressed an electronic cigarette lighter with one hand, and then heard a click.

She tilted her head and lit a cigarette, speaking in pure federal dialect: "Brother, make way?"

When the black men saw the silver letters flashing by, their eyes trembled, and then they took two steps back.

They didn't leave.

I just can't believe it.

Did they make a mistake? How could they see that thing?

But...looking up at the boy again, the figure from the back does look like.

"what to do?"

"Keep doodling!"

"in spite of?"

"Didn't you see what that man was holding? How could you care? Just do whatever you have to do..."

Bo Jiu entered the phone booth as if there was no one around.

He put his fingers there and threw a coin.

Then he pressed a string of numbers that looked like a password.

Just hear a roar.

The wall in the space where the phone was connected slowly opened to one side, revealing a passage.

Bo Jiu held his trouser pocket with one hand, turned around and smiled evilly at the black people who were still peeking at her: "You are right, I am back."

I go!

At this time, the inner turmoil is common all over the world!

If those black people were still doubting whether the other party was the person they had beaten so hard.

Now it is certain that it is that guy!

But knowing that there is nothing I can do, it will only hurt me more internally!

After all, I can't beat him at all...

"We are all neighbors. Just like before, we should take care of each other." Bo Jiu turned over and bowed his hands.

There are some black people outside who just want to roar, first make it clear what you mean by taking care of yourself!

Bo Jiu didn't look back, she walked up the stairs step by step.

It was darkness.

It's like there's no end in sight.

It seems that no one has been here.

Bo Jiuban raised his eyebrows and pressed his fingers on the wall.

Swish!

The whole place lights up!

Even a little glaring.

Bo Jiu stretched out his arm to block it.

It was also that moment.

The whole picture here is completely revealed.

The two-story building is very large, and looks like a residence but not like it. Although there is a bed on the second floor, it doesn't look like it is used for sleeping, but rather like a temporary resting place.

More than 900 square meters.

On the huge first floor, it looked like something was parked, but unfortunately it was all covered with white cloth.

Bo Jiu walked over casually, then curled his lips, raised his right hand, and made a swish sound!

When the white cloth is raised, the beautiful and smooth body curves with an unruly black luster are clearly revealed.

Lamborghini, bat.

This limited edition sports car can accelerate in an instant and is named after its cool wings.

It turns out that this is indeed not a place for people to live, but Bo Jiu's private garage.

In addition to the Bat, there are two other sports cars plus a BMW Tomahawk.

Bo Jiu stood in the middle without any sense of disobedience.

As if this is where she should be.

"Xiao Hei, I'm back, it's time for you to wake up." Bo Jiu's voice was very lazy.

It's just that there's no one here. Who is she talking to?

But her voice just had an effect.

Just hear a ding.

Like something is turning on.

"Identifying the source of the sound, 20%, 40%...100%, the source of the sound is confirmed, 90% consistent. Sorry, it cannot be started."

Ninety percent?

At this time, Bo Jiu finally remembered that she had changed her body.

"Switch to manual password on."

Helpless, Bo Jiu sighed and pressed his fingers on the car body.

"Start verifying the password now. Please note that if the password is incorrect, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Bo Jiu raised his eyebrows: "I should make you more humorous, this prompt is too blunt."

As he spoke, Bo Jiu moved his fingers. After entering the password, the car lights suddenly turned on!

"Master, I really didn't expect you to come back alive. Why did your voice just now not match?"

It turns out that this is a modified car, with fully intelligent parts and navigation that is different from ordinary cars.

"I'm still hesitant now whether to let you shoot me."

Bo Jiu was already sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with his fingers. He tilted his head and smiled evilly: "Do you want me to activate your self-destruct code and let you confirm it?"

The navigation line flashed, and he said very seriously: "Oh! Master, during the time you left, I missed you so much. I was afraid that you would not be able to eat well, sleep or be warm outside, or that you would be seduced by some charming little bitch. Lost soul, as a car, I am really worried. "

"You're good at adapting to the wind." Bo Jiu patted the steering wheel.

The navigation line jumped again: "This is one of my many strengths."

"Okay, reset the sound wave." Bo Jiu entered a string of passwords on the navigation with his fingers: "Now start the sound wave identification."

"Reset."

"Password replacement."

"Even the password needs to be replaced?"

"of course yes."

"Okay, what's the voice code? Can you stop masturbating while standing up?"

"Okay, I'm very educated now."

"I'm looking forward to your master's upbringing."

"I like you Qin Mo."

"What?"

"The voice password is set to I like you Qin Mo."

"..."

Don't bully the intelligent system for being uneducated. If you like it, it will know it through searching!

"Oh, Master, you really..." No more words, no more words, the password was reset, and when the car started, the lights in the entire garage lit up, including all the secret doors. The scene was so handsome that it seemed like it could only be seen in a blockbuster movie. Only then can I see it.

Bo Jiu turned his fingers, made a beautiful flick, and drove out of the garage.

Who could have imagined that such a beautiful sports car would suddenly drive out of an alley.

Several black men bumped heads and confirmed once again that it was indeed that guy!

"My family."

Bo Jiu only spoke two words, and the intelligent system directly recognized the voice and navigated the entire route.

Take the nearest road.

First, they passed the buildings standing on both sides of the road, and then headed towards the long bridge.

That kind of speed and car type can make many people look sideways when passing by.

Until the car went further and further into the east, trees gradually appeared around it.

Circling up the road, pushing aside the rising light, only the castle nestled in the forest was left.

The castle is not big.

Judging from the age, it's been a long time.

Rumor has it that this place was once owned by a nobleman. Later, the nobleman moved away and mortgaged the castle.

Many people say this is a mysterious place.

The people living there must be vampires.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many roses hanging around outside.

However, it is a place that everyone yearns for.

Because during the day, when the sun is shining and the roses are in full bloom, there will always be an old housekeeper who comes out in the afternoon with a pocket watch to check the time, and then puts a pot of Earl Gray tea in the courtyard, as well as very exquisite pastries.

But what makes people afraid to approach him is that there is a jar next to those things, and what is soaked in the jar is either a severed hand or a severed foot.

Forget it, the old butler still kept a straight face as he cut the pastries with the scalpel and put them into his mouth one by one.

That scene...has scared many people who want to visit here.

Even when the old housekeeper saw the child and wanted to give him a piece of candy, he scared the child to tears.

I thought nothing would change here.

Reached the same point again.

The castle door opened.

The old butler was white-haired, wearing a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses. He first looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and then threw a handful of something at the white pigeon that was parked in the courtyard.

Then he turned around, pushed out the metal dining cart, and placed the things in the center of the courtyard.

"Well...the weather is not bad."

The old housekeeper was talking to himself, as if he was used to talking alone. He squinted at the sunlight dancing on the flowers, plants and trees. He took a leisurely sip of tea first and was about to cut the cake.

I saw white pigeons flying everywhere, and the sound of a car coming from far away.

The old housekeeper frowned at first and muttered: "Here we go again."

When he stood up and was about to decline the guests, he was shocked when he saw the silhouette of the car.

You can clearly see the sunlight swaying violently in his pupils.

The old butler seemed to have never been so out of his mind. After all, the first word that came to everyone's mind when they saw him was seriousness.

But at this time, he was walking faster than usual, and he didn't care if the teacup on the table fell to the ground. He just walked out of the courtyard quickly and waited for the car door to open.

The car door did open.

A young man walked out from there.

Silver hair?

The old butler's hand loosened his grip on the pocket watch, and his eyes were full of disappointment. It wasn't the young master, it was him who thought too much.

But the next second.

But the young man's voice came over: "Grandpa Butler, I don't know if I can still have sweets if I come here at this time."

The old housekeeper was shocked and looked at the young man again.

This...this appearance? !

It's impossible.

Although he has been waiting for the young master to come back.

But he also knew in his heart that the young master was definitely in danger.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been no news for so long.

The person in front of me...