Magic card: create a god-level card at the beginning

Everyone looked up to the sky and laughed excitedly, cheered excitedly, and everyone was so excited that they wanted to take out their hearts and put them in the refrigerator to freeze.

"Han Lin NB!!!!"

"Yasuo NB!!!"

"Monkey brother NB!!!"

"Tang San buried NB!!!"

"We civilians NB!!!"

"Congratulations, Devil Han!"

"Devil Han, number one in the world!!!"

"Han Devil, is our eternal pride! Rushing into the finals as a commoner, who else is there!!!"

"Come on, Han Lin!!! Break into the first place"

"Let those nobles who look down on us and regard us as pariahs, see the power of common people!"

"Devil Han, win glory for us civilians!!!"

At this moment, many civilians saw red eyes, couldn't help sobbing, and finally couldn't control their excited crying.

For many years, they have never come and never seen civilians have such achievements.

For many years, there has never been a commoner, a genius like Han Lin, who has rushed to the finals of Magic Card to fight for them!

Now, Han Lin has done it!

At this moment, Han Lin carried the hopes of hundreds of millions of people and the dreams of countless people!

Han Lin will carry their dreams, enter the finals, and win the No.1 that belongs to the common people!

Chapter 137: Hug me once in....

With the end of the system notification, the battle between Han Lin and Jiang Wen came to an end, completely over.

Looking at Han Lin's increasingly illusory figure, Jiang Wen suddenly said loudly: "Live!"

Han Lin smiled

"Will do!"

This kind of conversation confuses those ordinary people who don't know anything, and after a while, they are quickly overwhelmed by Han Lin's joy of victory.

Han Lin's figure appeared in the college entrance examination room, and he was the only one in Nuo University's examination room at this time.

He turned on his phone, looked at the bullet screens cheering for him on the fishing live broadcast, and smiled slightly.

But some bullet screens made him sad.

"How many years have passed, and our commoner magic card masters will also have such a day!"

"Before I die, I can watch Han Lin win the championship. This life is not in vain!"

"Han Lin, the pride of our hundreds of millions of civilians!"

.....

Han Lin walked out of the school silently, thinking silently in his heart...

The chief culprit for making the common people so humble is the oppressive nobles!

After the founding of the country, the ambitions of those nobles gradually increased, and as time changed, these nobles monopolized high-end materials!

And driving up the price, the kind of desperate price is tantamount to cutting off the growth path of almost all civilians.

The rich get richer, the strong get stronger!

The weak can only be reduced to the dust of the empire!

The nobles are getting stronger and stronger, and commoners can only become low-level magic card masters, and let others squeeze them!

And the gold level is almost the ceiling of all civilians.

How can such a combat power fight like that nobleman?

Only to be squeezed by the nobles!

At this moment, Han Lin did not have the joy of victory, only the mountain-like pressure.

When Han Lin walked out of the hall, he looked at the gloomy sky outside.

"Since you have hundreds of millions of people cheering for me, then I will give you a piece of light, a light that cuts through the corruption and darkness squeezed by the nobles!"

"Crack~" The guard looked at Han Lin with admiration, and opened the door for him.

The moment Han Lin stepped out of the gate, he was surrounded by countless eyes, and that extremely oppressive atmosphere was like the dense dark clouds in the sky.

Suffocating!

Judging by his gaze, Han Lin could no longer see how many killers and dead servants were sent by the three major families and the nobles this time.

"Last time, it seemed that there were only more than 300 people... Today it has doubled..."

Han Lin doesn't know, there are too many...

A series of mocking, murderous, angry, contempt... stares at Han Lin.

If eyes could kill, Han Lin estimated that even his bones would be turned into ashes by now.

But under such eyes, Han Lin walked towards the Beetle without a trace of fear and weakness.

Looking at the beautiful woman in the driver's seat, Han Lin moved forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Said softly: "It's hard work"

Lin Wenya's face was reddish, and then she cried, "I'm the only car left in the whole street. Before you came in, if my guards weren't here, those people outside would have eaten me up."

Han Lin said with some embarrassment: "I didn't expect that it would take so long this time." After rubbing her head, he said: "Let's go home."

"Hmm~"

Along the way, Han Lin looked at the street quietly, the traffic was obviously sparse.

Lin's gentle and soft voice sounded slowly, "The nobles of these families have removed most of the people here in order to minimize the impact of tomorrow's events."