Chapter 309: 3. Impressions of Rudes (10)

PS: Power outage... Power outage in this kind of weather... Sorry, I can only change it today... I'm sorry, I will try to make it up tomorrow
And regardless of whether Li Lin should be considered a big-tail rogue or a gangster, Roland carrying large bags and small bags to kill a path for the ladies from the crowd is carefully patrolling the faces at the exit.
There are two goals for the search.
First, acquaintances, then cheap carriages holding small brands to solicit passengers.
The former was temporarily difficult to find because of the overcrowded crowd, while the latter was cautiously dared not to take a leap in the eyes of the green uniformed law enforcement team's eyes on the slaughtered pigs and sheep.
"How come there are green wolfhounds everywhere... didn't you say that you didn't use the city management law enforcement team first in the war?"
Shaking his head and launching a map cannon to the city managers who are fully committed to their work. Their enthusiasm for work is understandable, but as long as these loyal dogs with low EQ have passion, unlicensed small vendors will have trouble. Small vendors There are as many good things as bad things for citizens.
Every time he accompanied Brunnhill and Li Lin on shopping, the energetic Niederhog was responsible for carrying bags and security. Lord Black Dragon is not only hard-working, but his grinning mouth and triangle-shaped teeth are even afraid of cats, dogs, and dogs approaching, not to mention the thief pickpocket who is an extinct animal in Alfheim.
Roland, who never actually accompanied girls in shopping, opened bags for women, etc., finally knew why so many married men talked about shopping.
Roland clamped his armpit full of white fat bags, and sighed for the slimming wallet again.
This is not only physical work, but also the hard work of patience and patience...
Considering all the inconveniences of long-distance travel, special commercial blocks are delineated in the train station to provide passengers with food, drinks, and cheap underwear and contraceptives that must be brought on the trip... the latter is placed in a glass window without grandeur Here, otherwise the company’s sales staff are as neurotic as their president.
"Ridiculous, funny and ridiculous."
Vernia covered her mouth and sneered.
"What else is the world's number one, you can buy everything from V.E. You don't even have white lace briefs suitable for concubines. There are only a bunch of four-corner safety pants. It's really...not worthy."
"What does it matter, blue and white stripes, and black and white bear patterns, is it cute?"
Gloria, who was carrying the great sword, replied carelessly.
Cold sweat continued to drip from Roland's forehead, and occasionally the sight looking over here made the big and small bags double and heavier.
At the moment, the three were walking among the bustling crowd, but the two ladies did not particularly lower their voices. The noise in the train station was too loud—calling friends and friends, shouting and buying and selling, driving out hawkers, barking at the wolfhounds, they were not yelling in their throats, even they could not hear their own voices. Secondly, they think that no one would think that two women who were out of the cabinet would justly discuss what kind of underpants they would wear in a crowded public place.
It's really unclear whether these two people are paying attention to chastity and shame.
"Ah~~~Roland~~~~~"
Climbers who climb the top of the mountain usually say hello to the crowd~EbookFREE.me~ The pronunciation and memory are slightly different, but they are far from being forgotten.
"how come……!"
A teenager was waving a small flag at Roland, standing beside him a tall, cold-faced teenager.
The distance between them and Roland is more than 180 meters, but the sound and projection are transmitted to Roland without any interference.
The crowd was still clamoring, Vernia and Gloria were still joking with each other, and everyone continued their normal scenery on their own, and no one noticed the butterflies.
The red butterfly flapped its wings unmannedly, relaxing the real sight and sound in the distance around Roland.
"Pasifal...!!!"
Through the patched picture, Roland looked at the true appearance of his classmate's best friend hidden under the illusion, and could not help whispering. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)