"Yes, yes, it's this one. My mother has collected a whole set." The pink girl No. 2 immediately said, then picked up the European-style palace lace folding fan in her hand and hid it on her lips. The bright blue contact lenses stared at Zong Zhengdong in the crowd, his eyes shining.

"How handsome." The beautiful girl exclaimed from the depths of her soul with her words of lack.

After speaking, she paused for a moment, her expression was extremely excited, and her eyes were as bright as Xingchen, as if brewing more accurate and more beautiful adjectives.

“…Damn.”

Three seconds later, she brought back the ultimate praise of this generation.

"Doesn't the audience accept it?" No. 1, the pink-haired No. 1, also had a bright look, and covered her lips with a fan, but she asked the male companion beside her.

The boy didn't say anything, and hid his head and pulled his suitcase for a few steps. The tired figure fully expressed the helplessness and struggle deep in the heart of the tool man. Is this the lack of human nature or the degradation of morality? When will the tool man stand up? What is the country? Is it calm and the air is trembling and cold.

"Oh, hurry up, my whole set of things is in the box." Seeing the boy pulling his suitcase and walking in front, the beautiful girls immediately shouted and chased after him, and the conversation gradually faded away.

Su Yinzhang sorted out the laces of the green windbreaker if nothing happened, and the corner of her mouth under the green scarf was slightly curled.

Is it running away?

Even Mistergang doesn't know, it's a fake two-dimensional world.

However, she soon became depressed again.

If you want to ask her how she feels at this time, it is regret.

Very regretful.

If I had known this, I would have published some heroes in foreign comics. Whether they were flying in the sky or hanging under the beams, they were all wrapped tightly, and the camouflage effect was no worse than that of Mistertown.

Not to mention anything else, she just said that since she entered the park just now, she saw at least five or six bats, six or seven steel, and seven or eight guys wearing unorthodox underwear, and she couldn't stand it.

Too many people have come out.

It is precisely because of the many people that these heroes are not so conspicuous, and no one is interested in asking whether the heroes with faces and wearing cloaks are tall or short, or male or female.

Isn’t this the effect of Su Yin expecting to be indifferent to the public and not revealing her true face?

She regretted so much that her intestines were almost green.

When she sneaked into the costumes of the special camera crew last night, she clearly saw the outfits of these foreign heroes, but at that time she had some idea of ​​her mind and collected this set of enhanced version of Mister Hill green outfits.

Now, the only green man in the audience is a beautiful scenery wherever he goes.

He glanced at the Five Thunder and Thunder Trio (I just said that she was so green, the pink-mao Luoniang No. 1, I remember you), and a tall figure suddenly flashed across Su Yin's eyes.

It looks familiar.

She immediately turned her head and looked at her eyes.

The man turned back to the exhibition hall at this time, and the gray-yellow camouflage uniforms were mixed in a bunch of colorful greenery, which was particularly eye-catching.

I've seen this big brother.

Su Yin frowned slightly, and a scene from not long ago appeared in her mind:

The police car that passed by, the man leaning over to talk to the person in the police car, a long black windbreaker...

It turned out to be him.

Staring at the back that was gradually moving away, Su Yin felt a little weird, but she didn't think about it.

Can't public officials have a hobby? Besides, that body is also quite high-quality, and it is estimated that it exceeds the standard for today's Chinese women for the ideal height of men - that is, 180 cm.

It's about 185.

Su Yin guessed.

In any case, just by this height, many male cosers can be compared... Well, women's clothing is not counted.

Speaking of which, the special camera crew also seems to have camouflage uniforms, and there are still many models. Unfortunately, Su Yin was determined to find clothes that could cover her face, but she missed the easiest one. Now it's too late to regret it.

After shook the green turban and threw these thoughts away, Su Yin looked around and saw a group of girls walking in a short distance, playing the role of the flower demon character in a certain Otome Goblin game, with more or less a little green on her body.

This is good.

Su Yin was secretly happy, slowed down quietly, and got over it little by little.

It seems that these cosers have unique shapes, beautiful makeup, and hot figures. As soon as they appear, they immediately become the focus of the crowd. Su Yin, who was walking beside them, was immediately less conspicuous.

Taking this opportunity, she looked around and looked for traces of the gray spider silk.

No.

From the moment she entered the park, until now, the square at the entrance of the exhibition hall where Su Yin was standing was crowded with people, but she couldn't see a gray line hanging on her head.

It's so strange.

Uncle Squirrel clearly stated that the forest park is the hardest hit area, and this comic exhibition is the eye of the storm in the disaster area. Su Yin was also ready to take action at any time early in the morning, but she didn't expect that it was so clean.

It's a bit too clean.

Su Yin slowed down in the crowd, and her heart suddenly moved slightly, subconsciously looking at the mountain in the distance.

That is Baolong Mountain, which is named because of its ups and downs and a rising dragon.

More than ten years ago, Xin'an Film and Television Base gradually became famous, and the local government built Xin'an Forest Park with Baolong Mountain as the main body. The red-bellied pheasant that was photographed last time appeared on the sub-peak of Baolong Mountain.

Because there were too many people coming to check in some time ago, the Baolong Mountain cable car cableway was damaged. Now it is under maintenance. The entire mountain is also closed. At the foot of the mountain, there is a large plaque with "tourists stop, everyone is responsible for protecting the environment". Even though it is quite far away, the handwriting on it is clearly visible.

Su Yin looked at the Qingfeng lineage from afar.

It was not yet ten o'clock in the morning, the blue sky was as bright as the sun was shining, and the ridge was covered with fresh green in early spring, and green waterfalls were stacked up, flowing down from the top of the peak.

Such a mountain scenery did not give Su Yin a slight beauty, but only made her feel a little palpitation, just like the Qinzhu in different time and space.

The tall Qingfeng gradually turned into a black giant sword in her eyes. A rich smell of blood poured into her nose. Blood dripped from the dark sword tips covered with thick mist, pointing directly to her eyebrows.

A sharp stinging sensation came, causing Su Yin to subconsciously close her eyes.

"Buzz--"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the snow-colored piano strings suddenly vibrated, and the grand sound of the string echoed in the dark, cleaning up the sword intent as thin as steel.

Su Yin reached out and rubbed her eyebrows.

If the aspiration had substance, she would feel uncomfortable all over her body.

It took a while before she let go of her hand.

When I looked at the mountains again, the mountains were still mountains, the green peaks were still the same, and the green trees were still there.

But she knew that the sword energy was still there.
Chapter completed!