[Comprehensive] A good snake has a safe life

Really not interested at all.

Shelley felt that he had clearly expressed his firm attitude, but it was a pity that the little boy completely ignored her tone and came here to report from time to time every day.

In fact, it doesn't matter if he comes here to report. What's more wicked is that his little friends occasionally come to visit him.

For example, that irascible little girl named Feitan.

Every time Shelley sensed the murderous intent, she would hide away, as if the person who almost killed him last time was not her and the record was reversed.The little boy seemed to have discovered Shelley's dislike for Feitan, and then asked Shelley when Shelley was free again and flew out for a stroll.

"I just think this little girl is too grumpy." Shelley hung on the tree and sighed: "Every time she appears, the trees here will suffer." She said while touching a certain tree distressedly. The breakup: "Destroy the environment and teach the children to be bad, but you will not be able to get married in the future."

The little white face smiled subtly: "So that's the case."

Shelley touched the tip of her nose, feeling that she had unknowingly become like a little silver-haired boy.Swaying on the tree for a while, Shelley felt a little bored, and planned to close his eyes and squint for a while.At this time, Xiaobailian closed the book and stood up.

"There will be a meeting of those who read the ability in the central area in the afternoon. Is Miss Dryad interested?"

Shelley raised his eyelids, and the animal pupils were half-opened, looking at the pretty little white face standing below.

"I just think Miss Dryad might like it." He said this: "Pike told me about her coming here, I think Miss Dryad should be very curious about Nian."

"so what?"

"So why don't you let me introduce you?"

"what do you want me to do."

Shelley didn't believe that this man with a fake smile would do charity, especially when one of his accomplices had cheated on her and the other had tried to catch her for money.

"Probably... In the end, I just learned the ability to read, so I might not be able to protect myself well in that rally." He said frankly: "Miss Dryad is stronger than me in combat, I hope Dryad Mademoiselle can get me out of the rally alive."

【Do you believe it? 】

Half and half.

Shelley pretended to think about it, and jumped down from the tree.

"But it's too hot outside, I need a cloak." She said, "If I become a human and go with you."

The little boy obviously knew that Shelley was also a snake. After making Shelley wait for a while, he returned to the edge of the woods with a brand new cloak.

The texture of the sackcloth is a bit rough, but this is the clothes that Shelley has worn other than the system's own clothes, and I am still a little excited.

[The one I gave you is made of pure cotton with thousands of counts. 】

But no sunscreen.

Shelley hid himself in a black cloak.

And it just makes me look better.

She spun in a circle, expressing her satisfaction.

And you still refuse to change the color of the system.

[Believe it or not, I will let you come out naked next time. 】

Shelley froze.

I'm wrong.

The little boy saw the silver-haired girl's unpredictable expression, and finally closed her eyes and smiled with a flattering expression.He tilted his head with great interest, but when the red animal pupils appeared in the next second, she returned to her usual idle state.

But with a little bit of awe.

"Hey."

From the most peripheral area to the central area, Shelley hardly encountered anyone blocking her way-this was different from what she usually saw, because the busiest places on weekdays would occasionally bleed event.

For example, when doing business because of a little quarrel, or a sudden gunshot from a fixed black market alley.

"This cloak also came from the black market."

Meteor Street is a place that relies on garbage to survive. The clothes that are usually sold publicly are recycled items, but they are brand new items that can only be traded privately.

"Well, yes." The little white face glanced at the bloodless white skin under the black cloak: "Because I don't think Miss Dryad is someone who would accept second-hand goods."

He thinks I'm human.

Shelley smiled, and was corrected afterwards.

"Also, my name. I thought Miss Dryad had already remembered it," he stopped, and solemnly repeated his name: "My name is Kuroro Rushiru."

Shelley raised her eyebrows: "Why do I have to remember your name?"

The young boy named Kuroro smiled.

"Miss Dryad will know."

Shelley found it interesting, and pulled down the cap of the cloak: "Then you will continue to call me Miss Dryad?"

"As for this..." he said, "I'll find out, too."

Kuroro seemed very confident, which made Shelley a little unhappy.But Shelley didn't ask further, and Kurolo didn't reveal more.He talked about the details of the rally he was about to attend, such as Karachi, the host of the rally, and the warden of Meteor Street.

"Is there a prison on Meteor Street?"

This is definitely a joke.

Shelley pointed to the person who had just fallen to the ground, whose blood hadn't even changed color, and whose body temperature probably didn't drop much: "Please repeat what you just said seriously."

"If Miss Dryad doesn't understand, I can give you an example." Kuroro didn't even look at the direction Shelley was pointing at: "There was a person in the Central District who contacted the outside world and tried to transfer the authority of Meteor Street The traitor who released the structure to the world government. Now this traitor has been detained in prison and accepted punishment."

Espionage?

"There are also people who have personal enemies with the warden, including the previous warden."

Shelley showed a puzzled expression.

"Karachi won the position only after defeating his predecessor." Kurollo said with a smile, "This is the law of Meteor Street."

"I thought... prisons belonged to administrative agencies and needed to be appointed by high-level officials."

"After defeating the predecessor, Karachi's commission came."

"Then if someone kills the Presbyterian Church in Central Street..." Shelley recalled whether this name is correct: "... then this person will be able to rule Meteor Street?"

"That's the case in theory, but if you have that ability, why would you trap yourself on Meteor Street." Kurolo looked into the distance: "What do you think, Miss Dryad?"

Shelley only felt a twitch in his heart.

"Well, I think so too."

Ever since she found out that someone else had gone out from Meteor Street, Shelley's mood had obviously risen.Kuroro briefly said the matter, and Shelley listened absent-mindedly, but remembered all the key words clearly.

"So the strengthening system is the most convenient in battle?" A ball of flames shot out from the white fingertips, Shelley shook his fingers and asked, "Then what should this be?"

"I think it should be the transformation system."

The black glasses looked at Shelley's fingertips with great interest: "This flame will not burn Miss Dryad."

Shelley blew out the fire: "Can it fly?"

"Trait type."

But Kurolo added: "But I didn't see Miss Dryad's anger."

The so-called thoughts are basically composed of the essence in the human body.The manipulation of this kind of life energy is called Nian, and anyone who can use Nian can use "condensation"-to detect whether the other party is the same as himself.

"Maybe I'm the kind of personality that others can't see?"

Shelley himself was not sure, and at this time the system started to play dead again.

It's the type that becomes particularly useless at every critical moment.

Kuroro didn't say a word about Shelley's statement, and then talked about the meeting of people with the ability to read.The so-called psychic gathering is actually a form for the warden to choose his own guard, and being able to become the warden's guard is tantamount to gaining power while having the ability to psychic.

"Originally, this rally was held once a year, but because Karachi was attacked many times not long after he took office, there are not many effective guards left, and they need to be replenished."

"According to what you said, Karachi should be very strong himself."

"It is said that he is an operating system, and he succeeded in a sneak attack on his predecessor. Many people despise this, so they will attack Karachi."

When they walked into the assembly hall, many people looked back at Kuroro and Shelley.

"Probably because I feel that I am overestimated." Kuroro looked around: "Miss Dryad?"

Shelley leaned in the corner, pointing flatly at the fat man on the leadership seat: "Is that Karachi?"

"it's him."

She pointed to the silent middle-aged man next to the fat man: "What about that?"

"Deputy Warden Keel."

"Speaking of which, there are no tickets for this place?" Shelley felt tired from standing, and leaned towards Kuroro: "I think according to the virtues of Meteor Street people, this kind of fighting scene should be able to earn money." Less money."

"Miss Tree Spirit...is also from Meteor Street."

"That's all right."

The fat man on the podium finally started his speech, and amidst sparse applause, he started his speech.

"Thank you for coming to this gathering. Since I took office in Karachi for four years, I have been helped by everyone..."

Shelley yawned, listened for a while, and patted Kuroro on the shoulder.

"Next time you lie to someone, remember to make up your words first."

Before he finished speaking, an elbow hit the young boy's abdomen hard, and when he bent down subconsciously, he bumped into a merciless fist head-on!The silver figure came out of the cloak in an instant, and flew towards the stage with all its strength!In an instant, a figure was about to block Shelley, but was dodged by a person who suddenly rose and fell.

The flames in the air hit the rostrum like a meteor, and the fat man named Karachi screamed, and in the next second——

——The sparks ignited by the middle-aged man beside him soared into the sky!

Everything happens within seconds.

"The one who paid you is now burned to death by me."

Shelley moved a chair and sat down. The fat man a few steps away was already foaming at the mouth.She tapped her feet leisurely, leaning on the backrest.The real Karachi next to him was just a pile of white ash, which was blown to Shelley's feet with the infiltrating wind.

"Now I can pay you too."

The silver-haired beauty pointed at the direction she had just rushed out of. There lay a young boy who had been severely injured by her mercilessly.

"Give him a beating to death."

At first no one moved, until Shelley rose impatiently, startling the man in the front.Obviously also a person with the ability to read, but with red eyes domineering, he rushed over there, picked up the collar of the boy who was still awake, and hit him in the face.

"I said, beat to death."

The soft-sounding voice now carried a hint of dissatisfaction, and walked back in two or three steps. The silver-haired woman in white impatiently tapped the armrest of the chair with her fingers.

"Need I repeat that again?"

The man who struck first was pushed away by another, and the next thing Shelley heard was the sound of bones breaking.

She was still tapping on the armrest, listening to the chaotic beatings in the corner.

At this time, everyone was expressing their submission to the new warden, but no one carefully observed the young beauty's clenched hands.

It couldn't be better.

No one found out.

She is shaking.

The author has something to say:

Still the Manuscript Boxer.

The theme of this issue is that the 13-year-old group slag has the audacity to sell Miss Dryad

In the end, the tree spirit lady who was beaten by Xin Yiheng was beaten to 99% to death.

There are two hints in the text

The next chapter that I didn't see is revealed la la la

By the way, this is a manuscript deposit box, and it is rushed out. If there is a typo in the manuscript, just pretend that you didn’t see it φ(≧ω≦*)?