Before Fang Ran could finish speaking, Gou Yu, who was holding Meng Lang's ankles tightly behind him, suddenly felt a strong sense of bad premonition!

Wait, this means... No, captain, if this speed suddenly stops...

However, before Gou Yu could finish thinking about it, all three of them felt it at this moment, because Fangran used the [Drive Card] function on the electric bicycle he was riding, and the electric bicycle carried the three of them.

So the electric car under their belt (not counting Meng Lang) suddenly...

From a rabbit to a virgin.

But the three of them are still flying forward...

A strong sense of awkwardness came. The loss of high-speed inertia made it more difficult to stabilize the car. Fangran looked at the world that began to shake from side to side. He could only hold on, trying to stabilize himself as he had just gotten off the highway.

An electric car that looks like fake wine!

He turned left and right and rushed into an avenue. He watched them hit a big tree with no return momentum, shook his head crazily and refused to shout!

"No...hey...stop...wait...don't...ahhh!!!"

Meng Lang felt a strong and bad feeling in the tank and cursed loudly!

"Brother, you are cheating!!!!"

boom!!!!!!!!!

Because there was a gap like a chasm between the speedless car and them who were more than 200 miles away, the moment they hit the tree, Pickle Tank, Fang Ran, and Gou Yu all flew out in sequence!

Bang...

The sauerkraut tank landed first!

It rolled down from the bushes to the sidewalk, and then Fangran, who was closely behind, directly hit the pickled cabbage vat. With another clang, the pickled cabbage vat spun around and poured out the sauerkraut vat along the way.

Meng Lang suffered a bruised nose and swollen face, and was left with no love.

Meng Lang's last thought before he threw himself on the street was to glance at Fang Ran, who was lying next to him, eyes glaring at mosquito coils, and he struggled to think...

Sima jar...smashed it all...? Poof!

Meng Lang, died.

Finally, Gou Yu stood up from the soft bushes in embarrassment. He looked at the two people who had rushed to the street, and the large number of passers-by who suddenly rushed in from the roadside to watch. He covered his face and gave himself a strong wry smile.

Forget it, from the moment they decided to sell shaved ice, I knew that there would be such a day...

In September, they encountered the most powerful wave of gank by the Security Bureau. Although there was an "unexpected" situation, it still ended with the magical boy successfully escaping.

Although he was like a salted fish patted on the ground, waiting for the high temperature of nearly 40 degrees in the afternoon to dry himself out, Fangran unexpectedly felt that being warm was not bad.

There are no scenes, no night games, no training, no tasks, etc.

Don't think about those troublesome things, don't think about those troublesome things,

It’s as if the world of night fighting has been cut out of his life,

All I have to do every day is to sell shaved ice and battle wits with the cute and charming villain Uncle Chen from the security department. In the end, I was kicked off my butt and ran around.

Even if all kinds of troubles are caused like now,

Even if there are no spectacular or thrilling experiences and the days are dull and boring, Fangran feels that it is quite good.

After all, this is the daily life he wants.

He worked hard for the whole summer vacation and tried his best to protect the daily life he returned to on that last night.

There is no need to work hard, no need to think about things before and after, you can be happy with others every day, no one will be in danger, and you can laugh without any burden.

That's enough.

This way he is satisfied and can continue to wear his favorite mask.

At any time in the future, I will remember that I once had such a boring daily routine of selling shaved ice every day at Kyungseong University.

He didn't want to be a night watchman, and he no longer wanted to be a hero as a child, nor did he want to be the ninth being of the Wanderer's Song. As for the S-level night weapon scene that he had advanced, Fangran was even more interested in it.

Too lazy to even think about it.

But maybe Shui Linlang’s words occasionally come to my mind vaguely,

In fact, he knew that such a life could not go on forever.

There will always be something that breaks his peaceful and stable routine, and then he goes through a series of bizarre changes, and finally drags him back to the world of night fighting.

But what Fangran didn't expect was...

"Hey, brother... stop lying dead and get up quickly. Old Man Chen will be chasing you soon..."

Fang Ran, who felt pain all over his body, tremblingly raised his head from the ground with a gray face, rolled his eyes and sighed. Then, at this moment, a pair of simple black and white canvas shoes and slender snow-white ankles under cropped trousers appeared in his field of vision just as he raised his head.

middle,

A completely unexpected voice sounded above his head.

"You...Fangran! Why are you here??"

Fang Ran raised his head suddenly and saw the familiar and delicate face of a young girl with an expression of disbelief and disbelief.
Chapter completed!