Chapter 444: Speeding

He was not riding a horse, but he was faster than a horse. He passed through the plains with a whoosh like a gust of wind. The slightly drooping grass supported the power of passing by with its weak body, allowing its slender and weak figure to be relaxed and comfortable, floating lightly forward under the support of the airflow.

Was he flying?

It should be said that he was gliding. Lin En only needed to tap the ground lightly with his toes, and the restraint of gravity was reduced to a very weak level. Under the many forces of the beautiful streamlined spiritual field, he felt like a sports car driving at full power on the highway, and his eyes could not even keep up with his sprint speed.

And this was obviously not the limit.

It was very cool, but he was also a little scared. Lin En was afraid that a stupid roe deer would suddenly jump up on the plain, and he would kill it if he caused an accident, but the force was mutual. He didn't want to collide with others at high speed with the flawless body of the Black Holy Grail.

Lin En was like an inconspicuous, hazy black shadow under the bright moonlight. As he slid extremely fast, the expectation he automatically emitted made the spirit appear hidden.

Even if some extraordinary people occasionally caught a glimpse of him, they would not notice anything.

The carriage took nearly an hour to travel, but Lin En ran or slid the distance at the speed of a drag race in less than fifteen minutes. Fortunately, this place was mainly hilly and plain, so he would not encounter any obstacles when drag racing and die in a car accident. Well, an angel who died in a car accident while drag racing is definitely one of the funniest jokes in the world.

It seemed thrilling, but in fact it was as steady as an old dog. The little gentleman drove at a speed of 120 miles per hour and felt like fucking you and stopped outside the town.

If someone could see Lin En at this time, they would definitely think it was like a scene in a horror story.

The indescribable monster, which exudes a lingering black aura, is stretching its claws towards this poor and ignorant town. The greedy greed seems to overflow from the deepest part of the most evil abyss, whistling past with the sins that make mortals panic all day long.

Translated.

In fact, Lin En was so excited by the car racing that he couldn't help but sneeze, and the black veils that were entangled with the spirit particles that changed with his thoughts also spread forward a little.

It was very indecent, and it could even be said that it was ruining his image. After wiping his nose, Lin En confirmed again that his fully rewritten external image was a group of black veiled figures that could not be seen clearly, and walked towards the direction of the Ocean Mansion in the town with satisfaction.

The Black Saint is stunning.

It's enough to admire yourself and be yourself. Lin En can't bear half of his body being looked at by various people, so every time he rewrites, he decides to show this hazy human-shaped phantom. This state easily reminds Lin En of a person, Mr. Umbrella.

Mr. Umbrella's appearance is also blurry and hazy.

The only thing I remember after meeting him is that the umbrella beside him is clearer than anything else. It is estimated that if he doesn't want to, it is hard to say whether ordinary extraordinary people can remember him. At the beginning, Lin En also got back the erased memory with the help of the Black Holy Grail.

Lin En is like a ghost. He has begun to get used to floating instead of walking on his feet. This wonderful feeling of getting rid of gravity, but being pulled down by gravity again with the cognition of waking up from a dream, makes him have a lot of fun on the way to the Ocean Mansion.

Even time is delayed a lot without knowing it.

When Lin En saw the familiar architectural style and reassuring lights of the Ocean Mansion, he keenly caught that the light in Atali's room was not turned off.

Obviously, the wheelchair lady who said that her efforts were in vain, but in fact she was still busy, was reading late at night, hoping to prove herself to a pile driver.

Tilting her head left and right.

Lin En thought for a moment and figured out how to get in. Just knock on the door and pay a polite visit.

This may sound a little incredible, but if you think about it carefully, there is no big problem. A polite angel may sound a little surprised, but that is an angel. Is it worth making a fuss when an angel is in the mood to do something strange? Even if you shout it out, others will laugh at you for being ignorant.

This is the so-called Dihua. Self-righteous speculation makes it look stupid and smart. However, there are not so many idiots in the world. People are not NPCs. They can think and speculate. If they don't have some ability, they will be tested sooner or later.

I have also raised myself again and again, so that others can't see my depth, so that I can be safe and sound today. As long as I grow fast enough, others will not think that I am deliberately mysterious!

The spirit is like a yarn, hazy and unclear, and the whole person seems extremely mysterious. Lin En is like suddenly breaking out of the night and knocking on the door of the Ocean Mansion.

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Atali is in a good mood today, and it doesn't matter why she is in a good mood. When a person is in a good mood, his efficiency will be doubled no matter what he does. This is much better than the 996 blessing. It's like work and playing games. Putting aside other factors and simply defining them as two things, it is obvious that playing games that can arouse people's interest will be more efficient.

The wheelchair lady is now sorting out the ancient language analysis materials that seem boring at ordinary times with the efficiency of playing games. She will take these materials back later, just in time to chat with those stubborn and arrogant old men at Livia University, and slap them in the face with this.

Nothing can make people more happy than this.

It’s all because of those arrogant and prejudiced old men who are unwilling to give her the title of honorary professor. Atali clenched her fists and said that she must make them look good when she goes back this time.

She is already a law enforcer of the [Suppression Bureau], and there are some excuses within the rules that can be used to tease those old guys.

Atali’s excitement was soon interrupted.

When a maid who seemed a little panicked came to knock on the door and told her that there seemed to be a particularly mysterious extraordinary person downstairs, saying that he came to investigate something, and hoped that the owner of this house or the extraordinary person who could make the decision would come out to talk. It happened that the countess and the young gentleman went hunting together, and Atali, who had difficulty in walking, became the only candidate.

An extraordinary person came to the door so late?

Judging from some archives and examples, it is not a good omen. Everyone knows that when Beyonders appear at night, it often indicates that big trouble has occurred.

Atali tidied her appearance and was pushed downstairs by the maid, just like a dignified hostess.

When she saw the scene in the hall clearly, her eyes widened subconsciously, and a voice exploded in her heart.

‘Upper Sequence! ? ’