Chapter 346: Variant 2

The temple wants to develop, and now is the best time.
The top masters in the school were all transferred, leaving only a few people to guard.
And this guarded person happened to be attacked and seriously wounded by a cult. At this time, the healing effect of Holy Power can definitely have a great effect.
Thinking of this, Lin Sheng slowly closed his eyes and began to nurse the mental weakness caused by the recent killing.
Until now, he had been so weak that he could recover in at least two hours. However, the cooling of the dream still takes a day.
Without a word for a night, Lin Sheng was completely immersed in the state of meditation gray marks.
In the next few days.
Lin Sheng occasionally went back to school and workshops to check the situation, but most of the time, he was collecting and trying to counter the red-haired woman.
What made him very troublesome was that the large amount of explosives he buried could not ignite under the influence of the extremely cold air of the red-haired woman.
He tried the chemical gas, and it was completely ineffective.
He even tried to use the powerful evil energy from the school warehouse to transform firearms.
These transformed firearms have an effect incomparable with ordinary firearms, that is, they are extremely lethal to extraordinary people.
But unfortunately, the bullets fired by the firearm were not cut close to the woman by two meters, and they were chopped by their swords.
Two more days passed.
Lin Sheng himself went up against the war of attrition, and after a dozen strokes he was killed in a row. It was finally decided that the dry check was big.
However, the effectiveness of ordinary weapons against the extraordinary, especially the extremely powerful ones, is already very weak.
Therefore, Lin Sheng hit his idea on the powerful weapon of the school reserve.
Ordinary evil energy transformation weapons are also open to students. But really powerful weapons of destruction, even general mentors, need to submit an application in advance.
Hard to reach.
Therefore, long-term consideration is needed.
A week later.
Lin Sheng investigated the intelligence needed. At the same time, the entire villa area has been transformed into holy earth.
The outside of the villa is also covered with high-power light to prevent the sacred soil from emitting a faint fluorescence that attracts outsiders' attention.
With everything ready, Lin Sheng's spirit was also a bit tired.
Being in a state of tension for a long time, constantly killing, being killed, many times in a row. He also needs to relax a little to ease his spirits.
After coming out of the basement and feeding three captives.
Lin Sheng arranged several Red Armor fighters to guard, but he strolled around for a while and found a familiar noodle shop.
Huangjia Noodle House.
Lin Sheng is a regular customer here. Usually hungry, I will come to solve lunch.
Having pasta for lunch has basically become Lin Sheng's recent habit.
The noodle shop is very small. There are only six yellow wooden tables. The bench can still be used for two people. The wood is cracked.
In the rectangular shop, menus are attached to the walls on both sides, and the prices of various dishes are marked on the top.
Lin Sheng sat down skillfully at the table at the door.
"Boss, a bowl of hot and sour beef noodles, add spicy and egg."
"No problem." The boss is an uncle in his forties, wearing a soft white round cap on his head, a clean white apron around his body, and plastic gloves on his hands. It looks stern and honest.
His wife and teenage daughter helped out in the shop.
The young pretty girl was always in a light blue clerk's suit, her little buttocks were tight and tight, wrapped in white jeans, her legs were tightly closed without a gap. Very eye-catching.
The men who sat down in the shop often couldn't help looking at the girls.
But it belongs to the downtown area, and no one dares to really harass others. On the contrary, this beautiful scenery line has slightly increased the popularity of the store.
It was only when Lin Sheng and the boss were familiar with each other that they knew the family's difficulties.
The boss's wife was later remarried. The ex-wife owed a of gambling debts, causing the creditor to catch up. There was no way the family could only leave the country and come to Miga.
It is a pity that they are not familiar with the language and are not very proficient in language. Not to mention written text or something.
My daughter reluctantly entered the school for a few years, and then she couldn't keep up with the progress. She was bullied by the school, but she had no choice but to drop out of school.
Otherwise, whose children are in their teens and have been helping out?
Lin Sheng pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick tube. This pasta from Celine is also one of the sources of his sense of belonging to Celine.
Because pasta is also one of his favorite foods in his life.
Soon, the girl, holding a huge brown bowl half the size of the table, slowly walked over and laid it on Lin Sheng's table.
"Your face is here. This is extra large."
Lin Sheng nodded, inserted the chopsticks into the slightly hot fragrant soup, took a large noodle, stirred it and wrapped it around the chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.
There are not many people eating noodles in the shop, except for him, there are only three.
Normally, Lin Sheng usually doesn't pay attention to other customers who eat noodles in the shop, but one of these three people today has caught his attention.
This is a long-haired girl wearing a high school girl's uniform.
She was sitting alone in the corner with her long hair hanging down, her clothes seemed to be wet, she looked like she had a shawl, and was a little bit embarrassed.
Others eat their noodles while lowering their heads while they are still hot, chopsticks in their mouths.
But she was sitting in the position, holding the bowl with both hands, motionless, as if the side of the bowl was a mirror, and she was carefully looking at herself inside.
"Peach, come to the third table, come over." There was a cry from the boss and wife.
The daughter of the noodle shop owner was Tao Zi, who responded crisply, ran to her face, and was sent to the third table. On returning, she passed by the long-haired female high school student.
Taozi was very envious of these girls who could go to school. When she saw the girl looking down at the bowl, she heard a cry.
"This sister, when you are sad, there is nothing more comfortable than eating a bowl of hot noodles."
She whispered comfortably, gently touched a tissue from her pocket, and put it in the high school girl's hand.
Snapped.
Suddenly her hand was caught.
The pale palms of the girl's high school student clutched at Peach's hand tightly. The blue tendons on the back of her hand were exposed, looking a little scary.
Peach was startled and shuddered. But she quickly pressed down and calmed down.
"This sister ...... no ... it's okay ... everything will pass .... want to drive a bit ...... it will be fine ..."
She felt her hand held tightly by the other's hand, and her temperature was abnormally cold, like ice cubes.
Suddenly, the female high school student began to sobb gently.
She cried very little. At first, only mosquitoes called.
Peach saw her tears dripping into her face bowl from time to time. Can't help feeling that they feel the same.
She kept comforting the girl, but after speaking for a while, Peach suddenly felt something wrong.
The light in the noodle shop seemed to be faintly dimmed. There were still some vocals around, but now there is no sound at all.
Mom and Dad would have called her face every few minutes, but now it's been at least five minutes, and there is no sound at all.
"Sister, I have to help. You eat slowly. I'll come back later." Taozi was a little panicked.
She looked up around her.
The kitchen mouth at the end is dark, and the lights inside seem to be a lot dim. Obviously changed the bulb.
The mother sitting in front of the kitchen responsible for collecting money disappeared at this time, leaving only a red paint chair alone.
Dad's busy voice is still there, but I don't know how. Those dingdong clang chopsticks collisions that are familiar on weekdays sounded a little palpitated.
Peach looked down at the female high school student again.
The other person's black hair hangs down, covering his face, sitting motionlessly in position, but the hand holding her is getting tighter and more painful.
"Sister ... can you let go? I got your hand hurt ..." Tao Zi whispered.
The girl's high school student was motionless, she just sat there silently, not even crying. Like a realistic wax figure.