Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 91 The New Enemy and the Author's Mentality Explosion

The next day.

After lunch, Luke drove his little Ford from Phoenix City to the Flame School. The excitement of learning spells soon drove him to step on the accelerator more deeply, increasing the speed to more than 150 miles.

On the side of the road, a girl in cool clothes stood by the side of the road. Under the loose shorts, her two white and straight long legs looked very dazzling in the sun. On the road, waiting for a good-hearted person to give her a ride.

Luke glanced at it, and before he could see it clearly, he had already roared past, the high-speed airflow quickly kicked up the dust on the side of the road, causing the girl to dodge to the outside of the road in embarrassment, and yelled and cursed twice.

When the dust settled, the girl returned to her original position, stretched her thumbs out, and continued to wait for a ride.

Soon, a dark blue Cadillac stopped in front of her.

The driver rolled down the window, took off his sunglasses, looked at the young girl in front of him, and asked, "Hitchhiking?"

The girl smiled and said, "Yes, to Phoenix, can you drop by?"

The neckline of her shirt was wide open, revealing a large area of ​​her chest. There was a dark spider pattern tattooed on her right collarbone. Against the backdrop of black paint, the surrounding skin appeared whiter and brighter.

The hems of the shirts were tied together, exposing a slender waist.

The driver was dazzled by the snow-white thing in front of him (this is the fucking head office, right?). He put on sunglasses, made a gesture that he thought was cool, and said, "It's totally on the way, get in the car."

The girl's name was Irene Wuornos, who claimed to be a sophomore at Angrus University and came out to play.

The man's name was Bridger Smith, a sheriff of the Phoenix Central District Police Department, who had just returned from a business trip.

Under the intentional pandering of the girl, the two chatted happily.

With a hint of bragging, Bridger told Irene about the cases he had experienced, and slightly exaggerated his contribution in solving the case by "billion points", packaging himself as a wise and mature elite police detective, enjoying While watching the adoring compliments from the girls around her, her eyes would glance at Irene's long white legs curled up on the seat from time to time.

As the topic gradually deepened, under the guidance of Irene intentionally or unintentionally, the atmosphere between the two became more and more ambiguous, and the fluctuation of original desire permeated the car.

The car drove into Phoenix, and it was less than half an hour away from Angrus University. Bridger couldn't help slowing down the car, wanting to prolong the time with this girl, thinking in his heart, get off in a while How to find the car? The girl wants her address and phone number.

Irene on the side was silent for a while, pointed to a desolate parking lot in front of the left and said, "Uncle, there is a parking lot there, let's park there for a while."

Bridger is also a veteran of the carnival. When he heard such a sentence, he naturally understood what Irene meant. He was pleasantly surprised, and the gears were all unsuitable. He kicked the accelerator and entered the parking lot, directly driving to the deepest position. .

The car had just stopped, and before he could pull on the handbrake, the girl next to him unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over.

Bridger was taken aback by the girl's behavior, but responded to her enthusiasm anyway.

(Dry! Omit.)

After a while, Irene said out of breath, "Go to the back seat."

Bridger was about to explode. Hearing this, he excitedly opened the car door and moved to the battlefield.

Irene stretched out her white and tender feet, hooked her well-proportioned insteps on the door handle, and with a little force, the door closed.

The blue Cadillac body began to shake rhythmically.

In the car, Bridger is getting better. (It's not that I want to omit it, I don't think it has passed the review here.)
(The seventh revision, Dao heart is unstable, gradually collapsing)
Irene embraced him with her arms around his neck, and asked, "Uncle, do you love me?"

Bridger responded: "Of course, I love you to death."

Irene continued to ask: "Then are you willing to die for me?"

Bridger only thought she was flirting, let alone answering a boring question at this time, he would immediately agree to anything he was asked to do.

He gasped, "Of course, of course I would."

"That's good."

As soon as the words fell, a pitch-black jointed limb sank into Bridger's abdomen, protruded from the lumbar spine, pierced him hard, and nailed him to the roof of the car.

Bridger fell from the edge of bliss into the abyss in an instant, staring in disbelief at the lovely girl who was having fun under him, his body writhing uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear and pain.

Irene touched his face with a delicate smile, "Let me see your sincerity."

The girl's forearm that turned into a spider's limb lifted him up, and the other white and tender hand penetrated into the wound, stirred back and forth in his abdominal cavity, pushed aside the other greasy organs, searched for a long time, and tore off a piece of it. A still beating heart.

"Sure enough, thank you for your love."

After finishing speaking, she pulled out the jointed limbs, restored her arm, put Bridger, who had closed her eyes forever, aside, and complained: "Damn, the clothes I just 'picked up' are dirty again, and I have to 'pick them up' again." 'One piece."

Push the door open, confirm the direction, and walk out.
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School of flames.

Luke entered the white tower and came to the teaching area. This time, he did not meet the shaman Lily from Jinzhi State. Luke was a little bit regretful. He wanted to ask her which teacher in the school had a higher teaching quality.

At the entrance of the teaching area, a rectangular wooden panel is hung on the side wall, with photos of each teacher pasted on the panel.

Their profiles are listed below. Apart from their names, they are mainly the spells they are good at.

At the bottom, there is also a small status bar, which is divided into three states: "Away", "Teaching" and "Idle".

Students are free to choose their own teachers.

Looking at this slightly familiar panel, it has exactly the same typesetting and painting style as the gym personal training introduction.

Luke complained in his heart, "Well~ now it has degenerated from a university correspondence class to a high-end gym."

Luke carefully checked the mentor profile on the panel.

The first teacher is named Adam, who looks like a middle-aged man in his 30s, who is good at fireball and flame flow.

The second teacher is Elizabeth, a young woman with long red hair, who is good at fireball and the multiple release skills of fireball.

The third teacher is an old acquaintance, Brand, in the introduction, he is good at teaching fireball and meditation.

Luke noticed that Brand's status was already "teaching". It seemed that students who hadn't mastered the meditation method came to choose him in advance, maybe it was still teaching in a large class.

Luke continued to glance back.

heh!
In the profile of all the teachers, they are good at spells and have fireball.

As expected of the Flame School!

The main purpose of Luke's coming today is to learn this explosive spell. It seems that anyone can teach it.

(End of this chapter)