The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

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Huh——!

He Lang stood at the same spot, watching Song Lin fire a shot at him without moving, and then watched Lin Xiaoyong open something in front of him, thin, metallic silver, and the bullet bounced off in one go.

When the ricochet was smashed into the wall, Lin Xiaoyong involuntarily took two steps back because of the impact of the bullet, and He Lang grabbed his shoulders.

"What happened?!" Yan Shaojun who heard the commotion ran out from the kitchen, and saw Song Lin just put down the gun, and the smell of gunpowder filled the air, "What are you doing? Lin Xiaoyong, what are you holding up? "

"Uh...shield?" Lin Xiaoyong answered Yan Shaojun's question, while holding his raised right hand slightly, the thin metal sheet formed in front of his palm shrank rapidly, and finally formed a silver wrench on his thumb.

Standing behind Lin Xiaoyong, He Lang witnessed the whole process of Lin Xiaoyong from opening the silver shield to recovering it.He clamped Lin Xiaoyong's wrist, raised his right hand and looked at him: "Have you developed something new?"

"Song Lin said that I don't have the ability to protect myself. I might not be so lucky next time I encounter an emergency, so we just studied how to quickly transform into a shield." Lin Xiaoyong was especially honest in front of He Lang, and didn't wait any longer. Asked, and said everything like beans poured out of a bamboo tube, "Actually, I have just mastered a little trick."

He Lang let go of his hand, clasped Lin Xiaoyong's shoulder, and turned him to face away from him again: "Let me see if I change it again, slow down."

Lin Xiaoyong commanded and moved one by one, moved his hand in front of him, and began to release the ability.

I saw that the finger on his thumb gradually became thinner and thinner, and at the same time, an approximately oval metal sheet was forming in front of his hand.The metal supply of this thin sheet comes from the finger, so if such a little metal is stretched and flattened, one can imagine the "thickness" of the shield.

"stop."

When the shield was about half a square meter wide, He Lang suddenly said, "You seem to have opened it so big just now, right?"

Lin Xiaoyong stopped using his abilities to push the shield to continue to grow, nodded and said: "Well, I can only open it so big in a short time when I am prepared. If I take my time like this, I can make it bigger, but It’s barely close to one square meter.”

"Under the premise of 'preparation'?" He Lang raised his eyebrows, "You guys just came to scare me to play with me, didn't you?"

"Uh..." Lin Xiaoyong didn't dare to answer. Although it was true, he couldn't say it was Song Lin's idea now.

Fortunately, He Lang didn't want to pursue this point now, and the topic returned to the shield again: "Then your current speed is not good enough, and the shield is not big enough, at least you have to block yourself completely?"

"This is only a preliminary effect. I will have to practice more in the future so that this shield can be opened wider in a short period of time." Lin Xiaoyong replied honestly, "If I become proficient in the future, I will quickly activate several one cubic centimeter shields. The metal can be bigger under overlapping coverage. The ability only needs to run on one side of the shield, which can block external attacks."

Yan Shaojun raised his eyebrows: "It sounds like you want to be a local tyrant who wears rings on all ten fingers."

This sounded like a joke, but it was not wrong in essence, so Lin Xiaoyong just smiled embarrassedly.

"Okay, take it back." He Lang said, "It's not enough for you to cover only one side, you have to practice to the point where you can protect your whole body, like the iron cloth shirt covered by a golden bell, then you can really have some defensive power."

Speaking of this, Song Lin finally spoke: "I mentioned it to him just now, but his ability is not so flexible now, it's too slow to open the cover, and the ability can't support it. I suggest that Lin Xiaoyong practice more. The supernatural power can change the structure of the metal and cultivate the 'touch', which is good for him to carry out three-dimensional self-protection."

In terms of ability training, Lin Xiaoyong basically obeyed Song Lin's orders, and when he heard that, he turned his head and nodded eagerly at the young man.

"I don't care how you train these things, develop freely." He Lang narrowed his eyes at Song Lin while talking, "But you, come here for me."

The man said to let the young man come over, but in fact he strode towards the young man, and even stretched out his arms to grab the young man by the waist.He took Song Lin for two steps, and then threw the young man in front of the wall.

"Look, see what this is!"

The man patted the wall so hard that the limestone on it seemed to be falling down: "Bullet hole, do you see it? This is the ricochet from the gun you fired just now! You are at home, and if you shoot without saying hello, the bullet will go away." It will fly around like this, do you see it?!"

Song Lin's expression was as calm as usual: "I use the wind element to control the general direction, so I won't jump around."

"Are you still reasonable? Now there is no one in the house. Usually there are so many people coming and going in the house. If there are people everywhere, where do you control it?" He Lang stood behind the young man and stretched out his hand from behind to the front of the young man. , clamped the young man's chin and forced him to look at the bullet hole, "Unless there are special circumstances, you are not allowed to shoot casually at home, do you hear me?"

Song Lin was almost held in the arms of the man, and the man would not let go of his posture unless he agreed.Song Lin didn't have anything to be stubborn about, so he gave a faint "hmm".

"Don't 'hmm'." He Lang's voice seemed to be close to Song Lin's ear, "Repeat."

Song Lin's chin was pinched by him, and his pronunciation was a little distorted, but his tone was still very calm: "...don't shoot casually at home."

"Remember what you said yourself."

He Lang took advantage of the situation and squeezed the young man's face, then let him go.Song Lin turned around and subconsciously touched the place that had been squeezed hard. He Lang leaned over to look at it: "Pinch hurts you? You are delicate. Let me see..."

Song Lin finally slapped the man across the face and pushed him away, "Get up."

Watching the young man leave his side, He Lang suddenly grinned happily for some reason, wiped his face and said to Yan Shaojun, "Go and help Eldest Young Master Song make dinner."

Yan Shaojun, who witnessed the whole process, pushed his glasses: "...OK."

He Lang nodded, then turned around and followed Song Lin's footsteps: "Hey, Young Master Song, wait a minute, let me tell you something..."

He Lang said he wanted to talk to Song Lin, but in fact he just made an excuse to chat casually after entering the laboratory.After Song Lin had almost finished his meal, he started talking about business.

First of all, it was about Yuan Chengbing.

"It's already 09:30, why hasn't Yuan Chengbing finished yet?" He Lang sat across a chair in the opposite direction, with his arms casually resting on the back of the chair, "Can I come back tonight?"

"I don't know." Song Lin slowly swallowed a mouthful of fried rice, "You can ask two people, Qi Feifei or Liu Jiansong."

Of course He Lang knew why he could ask Qi Feifei, after all, the so-called "underground palace" was essentially designed by Qi Feifei, but Liu Jiansong's words...

"Liu Jiansong came out?"

The man said a brief sentence, the full version should be "Liu Jiansong came out of the sect to guard Yuan Chengbing and the others?".

"Well, I went for a round before, and I met him. Immortal Liuxia sent him to guard." Song Lin swallowed a mouthful of food, and replied, "He played a trick to make it look like there was nothing there. There was an explosion."

He also explained the effect of the "blurring method" a little bit.

"Huh?" He Lang raised his eyebrows, "But even if he deceives the drone, Wan Ling will send someone to check on the scene soon, so it won't last for a few hours."

"As long as it lasts." Song Lin threw down the spoon and handed the whole bowl to He Lang.He Lang also took it naturally, and found that there were still a few mouthfuls of rice in it, so he just grabbed a spoon and swallowed it in two or three bites.

After finishing the work, the man didn't put the bowl away, but just took it, and he was going to take it away when he went out.But he was not in a hurry to go out, but continued: "What if the people from Wanling arrive at the scene and find the entrance, but Yuan Chengbing and the others haven't come out yet, what should we do?"

"We can't worry about this. Anyway, Master Liuxia knows about it. How she arranges it is her business." Song Lin replied, "That's her son, and she has her own discretion. And in their world, it's not uncommon for people to rob each other. See, they can handle themselves."

"Well, let's see what treasure they can get in the end." He Lang shook the bowl in his hand, "By the way, we just had a meeting."

"Ah."

Song Lin responded and stood up.He walked back and forth in the laboratory, fiddling with bottles and cans, which can be regarded as digestion after a meal.He Lang looked at him: "Why don't you ask what we said in the meeting?"

Song Lin paused for a while, glanced at him meaningfully, and then turned back to continue his actions: "What else can I say, isn't it just a conference of criticism and self-criticism?"

"...You really guessed it." He Lang coughed, and then said, "But we still talked about something else."

"for example?"

"For example, what should be the next step for the Qinghe base?"

"Interesting." Song Lin didn't look back at the man sitting behind, "Isn't Qin Lei also there? Discuss with him?"

"Of course after he left." He Lang also stood up, and temporarily put the bowl on the table next to him, "Hey, let me ask you, what do you think of the training system for supernatural beings at the Imperial Capital Base?"

The man was leaning against the table while talking, Song Lin glanced at him: "Get out of the way... how about something?"

"Anyway, you have seen the management and training system of supernatural beings in the Imperial Capital Base. How do you feel? Is it effective?" He Lang moved a little to the side, but still leaned against the table, "That's the official system in China. I think it still makes sense.”

"It has been practiced for so long, of course it still conforms to some rules." Song Lin fiddled with his things, "What do you want to say, just say it, what do you need to prepare for talking to me?"

"...Okay." He Lang smiled and raised his chin, "Although the Qinghe base has greatly increased its strength under the guidance of our consultant Song, it is still too weak to be systematic. If you go out to do missions, or what If you can’t point out things for a long time, it may be difficult for the collective to make progress. This will not work, a strong collective cannot be helpless once someone leaves temporarily.”

"Understood." Song Lin replied, "Tell me what you want me to do."

"We are going to bring over the whole system of the imperial capital. Of course, I will show you first." He Lang stood up straight and put on a serious expression, "Let's straighten out the system and organize a set of abilities that are more suitable for the present. or a plan that is more suitable for the Qinghe base; but this must have a certain degree of commonality, so as to retain the possibility of large-scale promotion... can it be done?"

Hearing this, Song Lin raised an eyebrow and turned to look at the man.

"Who are you asking this question?"

[The author has something to say: He Lang: If you don't fight for three days, you'll be in the house! 】