Dragon Clan: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

The so-called offline base, the full name is——

Offline, face to face, stir up the base.

This term is often used in the second dimension. It has evolved from an ordinary meeting with netizens in person. With the spread of culture, it has gradually evolved into a scene where friends on the Internet meet in real life, and firewood meets fire.

On that day, a woman named Mai Shutoku with long legs was about to meet her unknown number of times in her life, but she was definitely the most important offline person.

"Potato Chips, please use satellite positioning to find out where the Guda people are."

The woman who spoke had purple irises, a wisp of crimson at the corners of her eyes, and a bright red rope tied in her high bun.

The long sideburns were deliberately grown, two feet long and as black as lacquer, like an ancient Japanese woman in Ukiyoe paintings. The combination of these two long sideburns and her high ponytail sports girl outfit is very eye-catching.

She was leaning against the silver railing used in the airport evacuation passage, with a pair of sunglasses hanging on the chest of her semi-open sportswear. Her original intention may be to use strength to relieve fatigue, but to outsiders, it was enough to make her blood boil. Playboy cover.

That is a woman who I don't know how to describe in words. In the more ancient style, she should be called fragrant, delicate, tender, beautiful, and more delicate than flowers.

Speak more plainly.

With the fragrance of war and murderous intent.

Just looking at the thorny rose can arouse men's desire to conquer, but also makes people instinctively feel the danger. For tourists at Changle Airport, it is really a beautiful and eye-catching scenery.

And that beautiful scenery is seriously complaining to the mobile phone at this moment.

"You can't mess around with your cell phone on the plane, because I can't even contact Guda. Tell me, what if she can't see me for a while? I didn't bring a light sign today." The beauty sighed, which made people feel pity, and even more so. Dry mouth.

【You're almost done. 】

But the voice of the person on the other end of the phone was really cold and unusual, and he didn't like this at all.

[What, you insist on me saying, "My sister is so beautiful, how come Ritsuka can't see you? Let alone not notice, I'm afraid I've never seen such a coquettish and beautiful woman like you, so I'm worried that I'll be fascinated by you at a glance." You've fallen, haven't you?" You are satisfied with this kind of rubbish, right? 】

Mai Shutoku frowned.

"Why do you think you are so innocent?"

The woman shook her head and sighed.

"But you reminded me that I need to restrain my charm that has nowhere to go, so as not to offend Guda and waste other people's lives."

[Isn’t it the other way around? Isn’t it the other way around? 】

"How could it be that I, Mai Shutoku, was attacked by others? When people pass by flowers, not even a leaf touches my body. This is exactly my swordsmanship as a master!"

【.Hehehe】

"why are you laughing."

[I laugh, you’d better remember this sentence, or I’ll record it for you. 】

"Why?"

[When you cry and beg the boss not to let Guda take those responsibilities, I can release it to ridicule you. 】

"."

Mai Shutoku suddenly stopped talking, and the person on the other end of the phone seemed to be unaware of what she was feeling, and did not pursue the victory. Only the sound of breathing came from the electronic screen.

Mai Shutoku looked up at the huge electronic screen in the terminal. The status of the flight named CX509 on it had quietly changed.

"what is it call?"

After a tacit silence, Mai Shutoku slowly spoke. Her voice was so thin that if her mouth wasn't pressed against the phone, Potato Chip Girl could hardly hear her words.

But even if she heard it clearly, Potato Chip Girl didn't know how to react.

【ha? What is it called? 】

"I'm talking about Fujimaru Ritsuka." Mai straightened her body slightly and walked towards the pick-up area closer to the airport. The crowd that was originally crowded broke up the moment the woman approached, as if the queen was coming to the city and all the troops were about to be overwhelmed. .

"Our little white rabbit has an action code. He is destined to become the ultimate in this world, take back the throne called the king, and usher in a lonely and bloody end. What about Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

Shuutoku Mai just ignored the people around her. In the area vacated by everyone's subconscious, no one could listen to the woman's self-talk, but Shukutoku Mai still murmured involuntarily and with exclamation.

"Will she be the savior? The biggest villain on the boss's path?"

"or."

"The last sacrifice that will plunge this world into the abyss?"

【.】

Potato Chip Girl fell into silence again, but this time the reason was different. It was only after a long, long time that she hummed with a hoarse bottom tone.

[Long Legs, you’re not responsible for connecting Guda’s information, are you? 】

"Huh? That's right. Originally, I was responsible for running errands."

[Well, I know, so you haven’t seen it. 】

Mai Shutoku raised her eyebrows. This action made the woman's delicate face look extremely soft.

"What do you mean? I just planned to meet you. It sounds like you have seen many things besides paper materials. Stop showing off to me! Sister, I--"

[I’m not talking about Guda. 】

Potato Chip Girl imitated Long Legs' way of speaking and interrupted her, and gave her the answer before she could ask her question.

【It’s the boss. 】

"Huh?" Long-legged's eyes followed the landing plane, but his mind was attracted by the words next to the phone. Just because the person who had worked with him for so many years, who was heartless and would never reveal his true feelings easily, actually had a trembling voice at the moment.

[Every time I sort out Fujimaru Ritsuka’s information, my boss will take the initiative to urge me to submit it. I have never seen a boss be so interested and happy in a person, not even Uesugoshi or Hilbert Jean Angers. 】

[Guda. Fujimaru Ritsuka is different. 】

[I don’t know whether she will be the cause of the destruction of this world or the savior, but this is the only thing I am sure of——]

[She is definitely not a chess piece held by any player on this chessboard, but an absolute variable that even the boss cannot predict. 】

[What the boss hates most is the disobedient variable, but he also likes Guda very much. 】

[Perhaps it’s just like the old guy Hilbert’s evaluation. 】

【She is special. 】

"Really?" Mai Shutoku didn't comment, just silently put on the sunglasses hanging on her chest, and then walked forward.

"Then I have to see for myself."

*

After Fujimaru Ritsuka and everyone in the VIP cabin chatted about Fuzhou's specialties and beautiful scenery, it was time to part ways.

She successively conducted operations with her brothers and sisters who were interested in exchanging contact information, and especially got Lu Tianming's business card. The man had a gentle smile on his face and said that they might not be able to meet at the parent-teacher conference in the future.

By the way, I use a software called qq. After all, you have to do as the locals do. How can anyone come to China to use Mixi?

Ritsuka had never used it before, but found it a bit strange. After creating the account, the level was the lowest star. The page was in simple and sophisticated colors, but the number of friends exceeded double digits in one day.

Haha, this software is not bad.

Socialite Ritsuka walked around her friend's autograph area, her thoughts flowing, and after a few minutes she waved.

[We fall, are broken, and fall into the abyss, but we will eventually be lifted up and healed, and we have nothing to fear. 】

Change it to tomorrow

[I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will give in three points. If someone offends me again, I will eradicate the root cause. 】

The image of a girl with a river of sadness appears on the paper.

Chinese culture is really profound, profound and powerful. Why didn’t the loyal Marquis of Wuxiang have a good talk with him?

The girl shook her head, but finally found that bright light penetrated the corridor, and she seemed to be able to see the pick-up area.

However, the design of Changle Airport is not reasonable. The girl departed at noon and arrived in the afternoon. This was the peak pick-up period, which also caused a crowd of people, with heads crowded together, and no one could tell one from the other.

But the strange thing is that there is only one woman in sunglasses with no one beside her, as if a vacuum field has been created out of thin air.

Fujimaru Ritsuka thought, either there was a transparent sword monster next to the girl, or the girl had body odor.

What, this woman just has long legs?

This is not impossible.

At this moment, the girl in sunglasses turned to look at Ritsuka. The two looked at each other, but Ritsuka did not say hello immediately.

The cold wind passed between the two of them, wandering and desolate.

It was the first time Mai Shutoku met the little monster that made her boss happy. She was lively and cautious, but the girl...

This is actually the first time the girl has seen a girl with long legs. Although she has seen pictures on the Internet, how can she be sure in reality that it is not a call from Asian evil spirits? If you call the wrong person, then it’s okay to be embarrassed yourself. The long-legged girl must not die of embarrassment, but the audience present must not die of embarrassment?

But it doesn't matter, Ritsuka was already prepared.

The girl stood in the empty bleachers, overlooking the people picking up the plane, her expression suddenly turned serious.

There is an invisible realm spreading around her, a colorless pressure, a serious atmosphere that makes people silent.

Then, she slowly raised her hand, gradually bending her arm as it extended upward, with her elbow outward and her palm facing inward.

The hands are tightened like the sharp beak of an eagle, yet soft like a snake's fist, raised and then lowered.

The girl's arms moved slowly but seemed to pull out an afterimage. Even people other than the girl in sunglasses couldn't help but be attracted by her beautiful face and strange movements and look at her.

Then they saw that the beaks gradually came closer, the tips touched, and finally - placed on the Tianling Cap.

Oh my God!

It’s a comparison!

It’s a blatant show of affection! Comparing shameful actions that only Disney dolls would do in public!

What is this, a punishment game? Is it truth or dare? Is it school bullying?

The moment it was finally completed, everyone saw that the girl made the shape of a heart with her own hands and placed it on her head, with a serious face and no shame.

Then called out loudly.

"Long legs! I'm here! Please answer if you receive it! Please answer if you receive it!"

At that moment, everyone couldn't help but look away.

As an internationally renowned country of etiquette, the Chinese often regard the implicit and elegant ancient style as their stereotype, which is in sharp contrast to the excessive openness of foreign countries.

So they can't help but look away.

That is the respect and fear that an absolute social terrorist should have.

Naturally, the person still looking at each other at this moment is the person Ritsuka is waiting for.

The girl in sunglasses was silent. She took off her sunglasses and revealed her stunning smile. As if in the royal city, the young slave wore the bright embroidered armor of the general. He looked at the charming princess from a distance, feeling confused in his heart.

The wind blew the clothes of the two people, it was the bleak battlefield that stopped at this moment, and it was the dreamy encounter that exploded at this moment.

The young slave in the embroidered armor put down the love on his head, stretched out his hand, straightened his arm, pointed at the princess gently, and smiled.

"Is it you? So it's you?"

The princess took off her sunglasses and smiled.

Then turn around.

Accumulate strength.

run.

Make phone calls while running.

"Help potato chip girl! This guy and I are not on the same path! He is simply a terrorist! I need support, I need support! Call Sanwu Niu for help!!"

*

At this time, in a black Audi outside the terminal, the girl looked at the text messages on her phone and tilted her head.

It was a petite girl, sitting in the corner of the car, her skin so white that it turned cold. Wearing a low-collared white T-shirt, her blond hair, which is almost pure white, is braided and tied into a bun on the top of her head, revealing her slender neck.

The whole person looks like an ice sculpture.

ps: The title of this article comes from Long Wu or Long Si. The first time Nono knew that Lu Mingfei was the one who saved her, she muttered this sentence. It might have been a touching line, but I don’t know why. Readers can only see that Nanda is obsessed with "senpai", so it is ridiculed and used as a joke.

Guangming General is from Wuji or some other movie. I watched it when I was a kid. I don’t even remember the plot. I just remember that the male protagonist was ntr. Damn it, the origin of my ntr was actually CCTV6, fuck.