Technician’s Manual

Hum!

A sports car ran over the loose sunlight chopped up by treetops, and scurried wildly on the road. The engine made a husky howl, which was in sharp contrast with the elegant and silent floating car passing by.

"Are we really not getting noticed like this?" Igola, the co-pilot, worried: "It's almost like a stray old man who is undergoing withdrawal reaction suddenly appears on a rose-colored college campus--must take the road?"

Driving An Nan shrugged: “It’s easier to be spotted by people walking on small roads. No one will walk on small roads except people with **** on them. Moreover, driving on non-motorized lanes has violated traffic laws. The lady and the red hat only need to look up. Whoever is playing in the mud with a car can find us."

"Although driving this classic car will attract attention, it is not what you think."

"Now that the automatic operation of floating cars is popular, there are naturally many fans of retro-style classic cars that must be operated manually. Nothing can show their'noble taste' better than nostalgia."

"In addition, this Uzi extinguishing dragon is a special model modified by my father," An Nan smiled slightly: "The dragon pattern outside will flash and light up at night, and people will only think that the passengers in this car will see it. The average age is less than twenty."

Igola raised his eyebrows: "Why is the sports car your father remodeled is in your grandfather's tomb?"

"Because my grandfather hates his father playing sports cars, and his favorite thing to do is pee on the enemy's corpse—I didn't mean that, but you can understand what I mean."

"I said, compared to the level of fashion, can you first consider the praise of the passengers." Ashiu in the back seat grinned: "We are all about to be squeezed into pregnancy!"

At 6 o'clock in the morning, a group of the funeral service office left Grandpa An Nan’s tomb on time, but they no longer ride bicycles this time, because there is a Uzi Denglong sports car in the tomb as a means of transportation.

As an escape tool, they can't demand much of this sports car. After all, decades have passed. If this car can actually run, it should be a three-second silence for the car factory that has closed down because of the impact of the trend of automatic cars.

However, the ancestors of the Dulan family don't know if they are very confident of their family's decline. This sports car is actually a standard four-seater, and the passengers can't be fat.

There are six of them. First of all, it is impossible for the eldest lady or the people to squeeze with the beaters. She is responsible for driving, and then the co-pilot decides by guessing the dice that Igula ‘Never Makes a Thousand’ successfully kills everyone.

Originally, Liz was supposed to be held by Aunt Bogin, but Liz kept her eyelids drooping and she had to sleep on Ya Xiu, so Ya Xiu could only hold Lisi and squeeze in the back row with the necromancer and the young housekeeper. —Unfortunately, there is no scent of the leek box, otherwise Ya Xiu can dream of the good time of catching the subway at 8 o'clock in the morning.

"Forbearance." Igola said: "Your **** is still complaining. Neither of them has spoken yet."

"Can your suitcase be stuffed with pancake? I suggest you put the smelliest mouth in first to clean the air in the car..."

Compared to Ashley, who knows complaints, Harvey has a more life style: "The sun is very good today."

"Yeah." Panji also nodded: "It's a good day to clean up."

"Could you stop at noon? I want Alice to come out to bask in the sun."

After a short silence, An Nan asked: “I wanted to ask Mr. Harvey about one thing last night, but I don’t know if I should ask.”

"Ask." Although he was on the run, Harvey seemed to be in a good mood: "Just don't ask me what I did in the shower."

Let’s not talk about the others, but Ya Xiu feels that Harvey has a talent for writing novels—how does he manage to arouse the curiosity of others with a single sentence?

"What you drove yesterday...partner is the corpse I took you to buy last time, right?"

"Yes, Alice is a gift from you."

"But I remember," An Nan's expression was extremely complicated: "The corpse I bought...is a man."

As soon as he said this, Ah Xiu couldn't take care of the crowding, and hurriedly squeezed towards Panji, trying to draw a line of non-contact with Harvey.

"In the beginning it was indeed a man," Harvey nodded. "But after listening to Ah Xiu's suggestion, I made a temporary modification-as a necromancer, it is reasonable for me to make a little biological modification-so Alice was born."

Ah Xiu was taken aback: "What advice did I give you?"

"Sexual function and functionality."

Harvey said: "I found that I used to put too much emphasis on the functionality of the partner, ignoring the potential of the corpse's sexual function."

"For example, normal corpses are hideous, pale, pus-filled, and huge types, which can bring shock and pressure to the enemy from the sensory level. However, this deterrent style can only scare ordinary people, normal. It's impossible for a magician to be afraid. For example, are you afraid of corpses, Ya Xiu?"

"How is it possible!" Ah Xiu's voice increased eight degrees: "I'm not even afraid of the living, but also the dead?"

"Axiu is afraid of the horrible corpse"-An Nan, Panji, and Igola silently recorded in their hearts.

"But I was deeply inspired by what you said, and decided to take another route—dressing the corpse into a type that arouses people's desires. The temptation of the corpse will be in sharp contrast with the combat power of the corpse itself, and then... "

Ah Xiu understood: "Will it arouse the fear in the enemy's heart?"

"No!" Harvey's voice was high, and the sun fell in his pupils, making it difficult to tell whether it was fanaticism or brilliant: "The enemy will definitely be attracted by this beautiful power. Realizing that the dead will make everything Everyone gains a happy magical faction, and then becomes the running dog of Haagen-Dazs—"

Ash asked: "Who is Haagen-Dazs?"

"The legend circulated within our necromancers gives a great existence to the souls of the necromancers." Harvey looked at Ah Xiu: "Are you interested in learning about the benevolent and great Haagen-Dazs? Our necromancer faction is not a religion, but Definitely more energizing than religion—"

"A long history of magical factions will create such a'great existence.' It may be the evolution of a legendary magician's story, or it may be the glory of a lost god." Igula explained lightly: "For example, our minds. The faction also has a great existence, Madara, which is said to be the aggregation of all creatures’ consciousness. The vertical pupil on his forehead can make the world dance as he pleases-but the psychic will basically not degenerate to follow a cultural symbol."

Necromancers don’t care about the provocations of fraudsters. They would argue from time to time during the prison escape plan—or everyone had disputes with Igola. After all, only customers can enjoy Igula’s spring breeze care—say Igu Ra is blazing ice, and Harvey is icy fire. He doesn't like hurting others, he only likes to burn other people to the same torch as himself.

"So you mean, UU reading www.uukanshu.com wants to use beautiful girls to arouse other people's interest in the necromantic faction?"

"Yeah, isn't this what you taught me?"

Although Ash didn't mean that at the time, Harvey's idea of ​​"beautiful girl→attract traffic" subtly fits the mobile game model.

"Then why do you want to transform a man into a beautiful girl?" An Nan expressed politically correct dissatisfaction: "Can't a beautiful boy work?"

"I personally think that women played by men will be more attractive."

"why?"

"Because there is a living example around me."

Everyone looked at Igola in the co-pilot. The fraudster didn't expect that this could actually involve him, but he didn't panic: "You have a bit of perspective."

The humiliation matter, as long as the other party does not feel it is humiliation, then it loses its effect.

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