A New Character Every Month

Lin Zi'an's face was full of contemplation.

Unknowingly, the lucky coin flew up under the control of his fingers.

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Protoss star field.

Yellow Mine Star, Area 23.

As a mineral resource star, Yellow Mine Star has many strange ores, which can only be excavated by manpower.

And because of the particularity of this ore, even the protoss transcendents who are not weak often die due to mining accidents.

"There are only five star coins today..."

A protoss boy about seven or eight years old was walking on the barren plain, sighing.

He was wearing shabby white clothes, with a thin body and a sallow face, but his only pair of eyes were still alive.

"It's impossible to repay the money next month."

The little boy looked at the yellowed banknotes in his hand, folded them gently, and put them in the inner pocket of his clothes.

Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in midair.

A yellow-white figure appeared from the light and quickly fell down.

A few seconds later, the figure smashed a human-shaped pothole on the ground, making a loud noise.

I saw a bald man in a yellow tights, a white cloak, and red gloves and shoes lying in the pothole.

Falling from a height of hundreds of meters, a nearly three-meter human-shaped pothole was smashed into the ground. The bald man seemed to be completely unharmed, staring at the sky.

"Why is there no sun?"

The bald man was puzzled.

At this moment, the little boy cautiously approached the human-shaped pothole.

When he came to the pothole and saw the bald man inside, the little boy backed away a few steps in fright.

Seeing that the people inside didn't jump out to chase after him, he cautiously walked to the edge of the pit again, and asked with his head, "Are you okay?"

"I am fine."

The bald man easily broke free from the stone, stood up and patted the dust on his clothes.

Suddenly, the little boy's eyes lit up. A person who can smash such a big hole in the ground and still be completely safe must not be ordinary.

"My name is Carola."

The little boy suddenly said, "What's your name?"

The bald man jumped out of the pothole with a slight leap, raised his left hand, touched his head and asked, "My name is Saitama, what is this place?"

Corolla quickly replied: "Area 23."

Gollum~

Before Saitama could speak, he suddenly bent down, rubbed his belly and sighed, "I'm so hungry."

Corolla took out a large pancake from her body and handed it over: "Master Saitama, I only have this pancake on me, it was made by my mother, do you want to eat it?"

"Then I'm welcome."

Saitama took the cake, took a bite, chewed a few times and showed a slightly satisfied smile: "It's really delicious."

While eating the cake, he compared his big finger.

"My mother's craftsmanship is definitely worth mentioning."

Corolla squinted and smiled, as if she was praising him.

Smelling the aroma of the pancake, he soon also felt a sense of hunger in his belly, and he only ate a piece of pancake for lunch.

Corolla glanced at the half-eaten pie, and immediately looked away.

Before he came out, his mother gave him two pieces of cake. He wanted to save this piece of cake to eat on the way, but now that he gave it away, he could only starve.

But the thought of being able to exchange this piece of cake for the favor of a master, and the other party will give me a few pointers at that time, it is worth it and cannot be worth it anymore.

After eating the cake, Saitama looked at Corolla and said, "By the way, how much is this cake?"

He took out a few coins from his body, then took out a 100-denomination coin, thought for a while and put it back, and replaced it with a 500-hundred one: "Is five hundred enough?"

Corolla glanced at the coin style that she had never seen before, and shook her head: "I gave this to Saitama-sama, no money will be charged."

Not to mention that the so-called [-] coin is not a popular currency at all, even if it can be used, it is impossible for him to accept it.

After all, a piece of cake can't be sold for much, so the favor of a master is not important.

"What's the point of that?"

Saitama touched his head with a smile, and quickly took the coin back with the other hand.

"It should be."

Carola asked: "It's getting dark, I wonder where Saitama-sama is going to rest?"

Saitama turned his head to look, and felt that the front, back, left, and right scenes were similar, so he had to reply: "I haven't figured it out yet."

A flash of excitement flashed in Corolla's eyes, and she said, "It's far away from the big area. If Master Saitama doesn't dislike it, why don't you go to my house to rest?"

Saitama thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay."

The two left here quickly.

Before the sky completely plunged into darkness, they finally arrived at Corolla's home.

This is an ordinary village, and Corolla's home is a bungalow on the edge.

"Mom, mom, I brought guests here today."

As soon as she reached the door, Corolla yelled.

The wooden door was opened, and Beatrice, a blond woman with a handsome face and a plump figure, came out.

She glanced at Saitama behind the boy, and smiled reluctantly: "You kid, you didn't notify me in advance when you brought guests."

Saitama didn't see the woman's emotions, and scratched his head embarrassedly: "Excuse me."

Thinking of the delicious pancake he ate just now, he couldn't wait any longer.

Beatrice opened the door and smiled at Saitama: "Guests, please come in, dinner may take a while, I have to cook some more dishes."

"I'm so sorry."

Saitama said this, but there was no guilt on his face, and he walked directly into the house.

Seeing this, Corolla also wanted to follow.

Beatrice grabbed Corolla, glanced at Saitama who was looking around the house, and asked in a low voice, "Caraola, tell me, why did you bring an ordinary person home?"

Corolla said excitedly: "Master Saitama is not an ordinary person, he is very powerful."

"Not ordinary people?"

Beatrice glanced again at Saitama, who had flaccid and unremarkable limbs, shook her head and said, "Carola, you must have been tricked by him, this Saitama stands loose, and I didn't feel any star power on him, I'm afraid it's just a reserve."

"Mother, I..."

Just when Corolla was about to explain, she was interrupted by Beatrice: "Okay, Corolla, take this as a lesson, and you should pay more attention next time. You must know that your father is dead, and now our family is moving forward It's hard, if you bring strangers next time, I'm afraid we won't even be able to support ourselves with food."

After speaking, Beatrice turned around to prepare dinner.

Carola opened her mouth, but said nothing, and decided to wait until after dinner to talk to her mother about it.

He can still see the difference between ordinary people and extraordinary people.

The reason why he invited back a stranger he had just met was naturally because he confirmed the strength of the other party.

For example, when Saitama got up, with just a slight movement, the surrounding stones shattered, like soft sand, without affecting the movement at all.

This is by no means a reserve can do.

Corolla closed the door behind her backhand, ready to get close to Saitama.

Diagonally opposite this house, some sleazy gangsters suddenly walked out from behind a broken box and ran towards the center of the building complex.

Ten minutes later, he came to a three-story building, hurriedly opened the door and ran in, shouting: "Boss is not good, someone is going to attack your girl!"

At this time, it was dinner time, and several vicious men gathered around the dining table, chomping on meat.

"What did you say? Which chick?"

Hearing the gangster's voice, the biggest bald man with a scar immediately slapped the table and stood up.

Under the huge reaction force, most of a pot of soup splashed out.

The men sitting beside them silently wiped the soup on their faces with their sleeves.

The gangster said, "Beatrice, that's the girl you're planning to get next month, Boss."

The man with the scar slapped the table heavily again, and said angrily: "Which ignorant person dares to stare at my Beatrice, does it mean that I, Jess the scar, can't lift the knife anymore?"

"Boss..."

The people next to them wiped off the soup splashed on their faces, and then moved their seats back half a meter in unison.

The gangster hesitated and said, "That person doesn't seem to be from our neighborhood."

Scarred Jess looked cautious: "Are you sure?"

The gangster recalled the obvious bald head, then nodded heavily: "I confirm."

"How's the strength?"

Scarred Jess asked again.

If there are people nearby, there are really few who can beat him.

But if it comes from other places, it's not necessarily the case.