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Four hundred and five chapters ants shake the tree

A few minutes later, the ‘giant hard-shell convertible’ driven by Tina became a seven-seater RV again, parked in a parking space under the shade of a tree outside the Harvard campus. [This article comes from]

"It's really nice to have a cool place, but dear Tina, park the car here. I promise you will find that the birds on the tree give you so many 'surprise' early tomorrow morning." Shelia pointed to the dense canopy above her head and said with a smile.

"Oh Shelley, there's nothing I can do about having a 'surprise' these two days," Tina shrugged at her friend and said, "Are you and Tracy going back to the dormitory with us or going on a date directly?"

"Of course, I'm going to go on a date," Tracy replied first, "You and Mr. Lai will leave first, we'll see you tonight."

"Okay, see you tonight, sisters." Tina nodded and took her boyfriend's arm, waved at Xielia, and pulled Zhang Lisheng to walk and merged into the endless crowd.

Looking at the disappearing backs of the two, a hint of dull color appeared in Cuixi's eyes. She lowered her head and pulled her burgundy hair and looked up. She smiled and said to Xielia beside her, "Let's go too, Xielia."

"Oh, my little Trixi, don't be sad. I'll use another boy to push it first. Sooner or later, Tina will agree to share her 'little baby' with us. I've analyzed it. She can't handle it physically. It's better to be cheaper than others..."

"Shelia, shut up..." Tracy interrupted her friend's nonsense in anger, pulled her to the open-air cafe two or three hundred meters away, and disappeared into the abortion after a moment.

If you don’t know how popular cricket is, if you don’t know how attractive ice hockey is, if you don’t know how much attention you are, and if you don’t know why watching the ‘Super Bowl’ rugby final is much more important than watching the president’s inaugural speech.

A football match between university teams turned a world-famous century-old school into a playground. There are mobile stalls selling hot dogs and hamburgers on the roadside, and some also sell various themed souvenirs. At this time, it can be seen that Harvard's mascot Mr. John is really unpopular. It seems that the profit of the home court is not as good as Yale's Bulldogs.

Everything in front of him made Zhang Lisheng feel incomprehensible, but it did not hinder his good appetite. As he walked and ate, the young man followed his girlfriend through most of the campus and came to a classic British building surrounded by a green lawn, leaving only a stone road for four people to pass side by side to connect the old wooden door.

This is already a living area for Harvard students, with a relatively reduced abortion. He pointed to the stone-made low building not far away and said, "Look, baby, it is my new dormitory building. The oldest women's dormitory in Harvard."

"Oh, an ancient castle, you must have put a lot of effort into moving in to be a princess." Zhang Lisheng said casually as he looked at the stone building covered with mottled lichens.

"It's not too much trouble. Thanks to the recession economy, a new library, plus fifty internship quotas in top companies, was done." The girl replied with a smile. Before she could finish her voice, she suddenly heard someone shouting loudly: "Tina, Tina, Oh God, finally bless me to meet a 'sister'..."

"What's wrong with Oliya?" Looking in the direction of the sound, Tina asked strangely, a sexy young girl with a sweet-looking figure with a tall and bulging figure and a squint towards her with six or seven young men along the campus road.

"These are a few cool guys from Yale's Truth Society," said Oliya, panting and quietly making a 'neck-cutting' move: "You also know that our 'Sisters' now has a good relationship with the 'Truth Society'. As a result, Minister Atrits handed them to me in the morning and said he was taking them around the campus..."

It didn't matter if it was heard that things were going to happen. Tina planned to say something before Oliya finished speaking, "Oh, sorry, dear Oliya. My boyfriend is here. Since it's not an important matter, I'm afraid I can't help you."

"Is this your boyfriend? I thought he was a rain-like Asian..." Oliya was stunned and noticed that Zhang Lisheng, who was standing next to the girl, was very surprised and blurted out in surprise.

Afterwards, she felt that her words were very impolite, and the girl hurriedly said, "No, I have no other meaning. I mean, different styles, different styles...

Hi, hello, I'm Oliya Mira."

"Hello, I'm Zhang Lisheng." Zhang Lisheng waved with a smile.

"Oh, I've heard your name and I'm very happy to know you, Mr. Zhang.

OK, then I won’t bother you anymore, goodbye Tina.” Because of the loss of composure just now, Oliya seemed to be anxious to let Tina and the other two leave to avoid continuing to be embarrassed, but at this moment, a short and ordinary-looking black man next to her suddenly said: “Oliya, we are going to find the Raul brothers separately.

Didn’t you say that you can’t handle it alone and need to ask friends for help? How could you find someone but let her leave?”

"But Joyce, didn't you hear it just now? My 'sister's boyfriend is here, and she can't help you lead the way."

Hearing the girl's words, the short black man looked at Zhang Lisheng and Tina with an inexplicable jealousy on his face. He stepped forward and touched a black iron ring embossed an open book on his index finger of his right hand. The tone suddenly became quiet and magnetic and murmured: "It's just to lead a way, it doesn't take much time, it's just to lead a way..."

His voice seemed to have some magic power, which made people want to listen attentively, but they couldn't help but indulge in it.

When the companion on the side saw the black man talking in this tone while stroking the ring, three or four people's faces changed color. They wanted to go forward to stop them but seemed to be scruples. At this time, a handsome young man with a pale face, thin face and sculptural facial features sighed and said, "There is purification only when there is cleansing, and there is holiness only when there is sin.

Let the Joyce brothers spend this day with their hearts…”

"It's the St. Roy brothers." The handsome young man's order made the angry person dissipate his anger unwillingly, and he lowered his head respectfully, but did not get the slightest gratitude of the short black man, but instead added a twisted expression to his face.

Seeing the black man gritting his teeth, Zhang Lisheng suddenly sighed and said, "Just two hours after he arrived at the so-called "Athen of America" ​​and encountered a university club that was actually a cult under the name of "truth";

A cultist who has a very miserable future, and has mastered the power of magic, is really becoming more and more chaotic."

"You, you have not received the 'Mantra' technique'..." Seeing the magic he used suddenly failing, the short black man said in surprise with great surprise. The spell was instantly backfired when his mind was dispersed, causing his whole body to twitch and faint on the ground.

"Not mentioning his magic power that is not much greater than an ant, just saying that this ridiculous spell casting experience dares to use spells to control others. Your 'brothers' of the Truth Society' are really rash, Mr. Saint Roy." Seeing the black man suddenly fall to the ground before he could do it, Zhang Lisheng smiled silently and turned his gaze to the handsome young man who looked like the leader and said.

Although there were not many pedestrians around, the black man fell to the ground and twitched quickly attracted a lot of attention. When he noticed someone surrounded him, Saint Roy suddenly apologized to Zhang Lisheng: "I don't understand what sir you are talking about, but I'm so sorry.

Joyce took psychology last semester and after being exposed to hypnosis, she liked to do experiments everywhere. She has caused a lot of trouble but always doesn't repent..."

"No need to apologize to Mr. St. Roy, I forgive him." Zhang Lisheng shrugged, and then he suddenly stepped forward and whispered in St. Roy's ear: "But I want to remind you two things, one is that your companion is about to die. If you are really ordinary students, now you should do artificial respiration, heart compression, etc. for him as soon as possible;

Second, be careful of bugs..."

The last four words in the youth's speech were gentle, but St. Roy felt his whole body stiffened, and the hair on his back stood up. He had no intention of paying attention to the fact that the Asian young man in front of him was silently turning open when he spoke, and a transparent flesh worm the size of a rice grain, like a magnificent fly.

Under the sunlight, the insect fell to the ground and expanded to the size of a fist. Then it suddenly contracted and tightened, and rushed forward, flying quickly like a bow and arrow. Joyce was lying on the ground silently howling, and stretched out his mouth and drilled into his stomach.

"Why don't you help Brother Joyce up." As the flesh worm entered Joyce's belly, St. Roy finally calmed down again. Seeing that three or four enthusiastic people had gathered around him, he hurriedly whispered to his stupid companions.

After that, Saint Roy turned his head and seemed to be engraved in his heart. He looked deeply at the hands of Tina and Oliya. Shi Ran walked along the stone road through the lawn and walked towards the low building with a look. He suddenly showed an anxious expression on his face and shouted to the kind-hearted person who was surrounding him: "Please don't surround him. My friend had an asthma attack. He needs enough space to breathe."

Hearing his words, the crowd that had already surged forward immediately dispersed. With the attention of more than a dozen eyes, St. Roy walked to Joyce in two steps, who had been helped by his companion, and took out a can of spray from his pocket and stuffed it into Joyce's mouth. While his mouth squirted gently, he was praying for something, and stretched out his right hand to stroke the face of the short black man.

A silver ring embossed with a heavy book on Saint Roy's index finger began to flow with a faint milky white glow as his soft prayer surface began to flow.

The light slowly drifted in the sunlight and penetrated into Joyce's nostrils. After a while, the black man stopped twitching, and then woke up with a groggy head shaking.
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