"This is what I got in exchange for your clothes ~"
Seemingly sensing Mo Lin's doubtful gaze, the pink-purple haired girl crossed her arms and pointed at her white clothes as she calmly looked at Mo Lin.
"My clothes?"
Mo Lin was slightly stunned, and then he reacted.
The clothes he was wearing when he transmigrated were already gone.
What replaced it was a rather tattered linen robe.
It could be worn, but the hole was a little big.
If he was any worse, he might have to go to nature and accompany the cave people and Tarzan.
"Did you change my clothes?"
Mo Lin looked at the pink-purple girl in front of him, and the sense of familiarity in his heart grew stronger. A figure gradually appeared in his mind and slowly merged with her.
He then thought of the environment he was in now, the barren land he had just transmigrated to, and the mountains full of garbage
…
Mo Lin swallowed his saliva slightly and asked the girl.
"Meteor Street."
The girl stroked her short hair and replied calmly.
"Meteor Street?"
Mo Lin muttered,"As expected.”
"I've really landed in a good place.”
Meteor
Street, a waste dump located in the northern part of the Hunter World's Uranian Continent.
As early as 1,500 years ago, this place had been designated as a junkyard. In this place, any country was allowed to throw anything away.
Rubbish, corpses, babies, industrial waste…anything that was deemed useless could be discarded here.
However, Meteor Street was very special. It was not a slum in the city.
Although the area outside Meteor Street was basically filled with garbage, the streets inside Meteor Street were very clean and simple.
The buildings were mainly yellow and white in color, and the materials used were not bad. If the garbage dump outside Meteor Street was ignored, this would be a normal town.
The residents living in Meteor Street were all abandoned people and were also illegal in the world. No information about their origins could be found, and the residents here mainly relied on the things that could be recycled in the garbage dump for a living.
Although they relied on garbage to survive, the people of Meteor Street were actually active and cheerful.
Of course, the laws they lived by had nothing to do with the moral laws of the secular world.
Survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest-this predator's law that the people of Meteor Street followed was simple and fair. Under its illumination, the simple character and simple feelings of the people of Meteor Street were born.
Molin did not expect this either. He had originally wanted to slowly develop in this world of full-time hunters, with safety as his priority.
However, he did not expect to land in such a dangerous place at the beginning of the game.
The so-called hell difficulty was nothing more than that.
"If this is Meteor Street, then you..."
Molin stared at the girl in front of him, who was getting more and more familiar with him, and who had taken off his clothes.
The other party must have taken her clothes and gone somewhere to change into the white judo training suit she was wearing now.
"What's your name?"
Mo Lin asked.
"Marge,"
The girl with pink and purple hair replied calmly.
"What about you?"
"Mo Lin..."
Mo Lin replied strangely.
It was indeed her!
He didn't expect to get in touch with a character in the Hunter world so quickly.
Meteor Street, a girl with pinkish purple hair, and such a training suit. Only the Marchi in Mo Lin's mind could match up.
The current Marge looked like a cute little loli, enough to arouse the "surging love" of the majority of lolicon.
However, Molin wasn't a lolicon, and he knew very well that this cute little loli wasn't to be trifled with.
He was a member of the Phantom Squadron, a world-famous theft gang in the future. He had committed many heinous crimes around the world, but he was far from being as harmless as he looked now!
"Why did you…save me?”
Mo Lin asked curiously.
"Two points."
Ma Qi's expression remained unchanged."One is clothes, and the other is intuition.”
Well, it was quite concise.
Mo Lin also understood.
"Intuition?"
There was no need to talk about clothes, but intuition ~
Marge's sixth sense was very strong and accurate.
Her woman's intuition was always right.
This could already be used as a support ability.
"Is there anything else?"
Madge looked at Mo Lin, who was still thinking.
"If not, I'll go to bed first.”
Sleep?
Mo Lin was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was already late at night.
"I woke up at the right time ~"
Molin shook his head as he watched Marge, who had completely ignored Molin, lie down in the hammock.
"Let's rest a little more. Otherwise, my brain will explode.”
Transmigration, telekinesis, memories... The series of events, coupled with the pain in his head that had not dissipated, made Molin feel physically and mentally exhausted even though he had awakened his telekinesis.
Molin also fell down and continued to lie on the broken wooden bed.
"Judging from Marge's current appearance, she should only be around 11 or 12 years old. I remember that in the original version, when the Phantom Squadron first showed up in Youkexin City, she was 24 years old.”
"In other words, it should be twelve or thirteen years ago when the plot officially began?”
"I don't know if the Phantom Squadron is still established. Looking at how alone Madge is, I think he hasn't... yet, right?”
Mo Lin's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he soon fell asleep.
As for the future dangerous female criminal on the hammock next to him, Molin didn't think too much about it.
He only thought that this girl, who would be a member of the Phantom Squadron in the future, was still a child.
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