"Grandma, let you send a six -wing angel back. You buddy is enough. Let you go to be a bodyguard and give me a twelve -wing angel back?"
Wu Jiu said, couldn't help swallowing: "What should you do if you bring him back?"
Lin Xiaofeng shrugged: "I don't know what to do next, so bring him over and let you take care of the monster bureau."
"You made such a hot potato by yourself, but let me solve it." Wu Jiu couldn't help turning his eyes and glared at this guy: "I am afraid that the angel clan and the blood race will catch the demon bureau to completely oppose the monster bureau to completely oppose the opposition.
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Lin Xiaofeng asked: "Do you know the situation of the angel family and the blood race?"
"Nonsense." Wu Jiu gave him a glance: "Do you know nothing when I do anything?"
Speaking, Wu Jiu grabbed his hair.
This Mijia stayed in the monster bureau, but it is definitely not a good thing.
Especially at this time, Mie Maga lost all the memory, and there was no ability to have any twelve -wing angels.
In this case, only Micia can bring trouble.
Wu Jiu thought of this and said, "Forget it, this man has accepted it, and looked back to find a way to restore his memory. At that time, his kindness would be bigger."
Lin Xiaofeng slapped his hand and applauded: "Director Witch is indeed the person who is the director, just want to open it."
"Grandma's." Wu Jiu glanced at Lin Xiaofeng: "You will really find me trouble."
Michar is not stupid. Hearing the meaning of the two people is obviously to let him stay in this place.
He couldn't help but say, "I, I don't want to stay here, Brother Lin, I want to stay with you."
After all, Michar's memory began at first, and Lin Xiaofeng, who saw it.
In my heart, I only believe in Lin Xiaofeng.
Wu Jiu smiled happily: "Lin Xiaofeng, this is not that I don't help you solve this trouble, but people are willing to follow you."
Lin Xiaofeng said to Michar: "Michar, you stay here are the safest, do you understand?"
Micah shook his head, and he looked at Wu Jiu's eyes with deep vigilance: "I don’t believe him."
Wu Jiuqiu applauded: "It is worthy of the former twelve -wing angel, and the vision is good. Don't believe me, it's more comfortable to follow your brother Lin."
Lin Xiaofeng looked at Micah, and couldn't help but sigh.
Forget it, looking at this situation, it seems that it is impossible to throw Michael.
Anyway, he has brought him back to the country, and it is not bad to follow him.
Lin Xiaofeng said: "Wu Jiu, help, pay attention to the blood and angels. If they are going to enter China and kill Michael, inform me."
Wu Jiu said: "Michael is an angel of the twelve -wing, how dare those people."
Lin Xiaofeng said: "If they know that Michar's loss of memory and the ability of an angel is gone?"
"I don't know the news channels of the Blood and Angels." Wu Jiu frowned: "But if they want to check, I am afraid it is not difficult to find this Micia."
"It's not enough." Lin Xiaofeng nodded: "Trouble you."
"Rest assured." Wu Jiu patted his chest: "I can't guarantee other things, this little thing must be fine."
After talking about this, Lin Xiaofeng looked at the shock and Mijier: "Let's go, take a day off, and then return to Chengdu."
After Lin Xiaofeng, the earthquake and Michael walked out of the office.
Wu Jiu picked up a cigarette and ignited it: "It's really interesting. These twelve -wing angels are brought back by this guy, and I don't know what will happen in the future."
After speaking, Wu Jiu picked up the phone on the desk: "Let foreign people closely monitor the people of the blood and angels, once they have signs of entering China, report it immediately."
Lin Xiaofeng and the shock led Michael to return to the Feng Shui Mysteries.
In the next half of the month, Lin Xiaofeng and the earthquake opened a difficult way to teach.
For example, teach some society of Michael, such as crossing the road to wait for traffic lights.
And Micah also has a special hobby, that is shopping.
He did not go shopping crazy shopping like other women, but just hanging around alone, he could take a whole day.
He is curious about everything, and he will have a strong curiosity.
This is normal.
In this society, even if Micah has no amnesia, I am afraid that it will be completely disconnected from society.
And Lin Xiaofeng and the earthquake in the Feng Shui Xuanxue Museum, there is nothing to fool, those who encounter strange things.
Most of these people are scared in their hearts, but in fact they have not encountered any evil evils.
When you meet such guests, you always smile on your face, and you will be happy.
Forty to cheat 40,000 to 50,000, as many as hundreds of thousands of pit people.
However, most people who come here are either rich or expensive.
Of course, there are also few people at home.
When encountering such a person, although the vibration is unlucky on his mouth, most of them are not taken in text, and even people who are particularly difficult to encounter are particularly difficult to give a certain economic funding.
Of course, Lin Xiaofeng did not know the earthquake on the first day.
He is considered a better understanding of the shock character.
Although the earthquake is extremely greedy on the surface.
In fact, most of this wealth is used to build primary schools in various poor mountain areas.
In a flash, more than a month passed.
At 9 o'clock that night, Lin Xiaofeng was lying on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone.
Micah was sitting next to him and watching TV with an intently watching.
Speaking of Maga, the extraordinary social situation also understands this month.
At least not like when the first resurrection, I don't understand anything.
The shock wind flipped through a spelling ancient book.
Suddenly, knocking from the door.
The shocking wind was a little strange, muttering: "This is the middle of the night, there are still people who come here."
Speaking, he walked to the door and opened the door.
There was a bang outside the door, walking in alone, planting on the ground.
"Hey, don't come here to touch porcelain. My friend and deputy director of the Public Security Bureau are very familiar. Hey, say you, don't lie on the ground pretending to die."
Lin Xiaofeng heard this and looked at it.
It was Yin Junpeng lying on the ground.
Lin Xiaofeng hurriedly stood up and ran over: "Yin Junpeng, what's wrong with you?"
Speaking, Lin Xiaofeng also saw that Yin Junpeng was all scars.
"By the way, this is Yin Junpeng." Zhenfeng looked at Yin Junpeng's face carefully, and then recognized.
Yin Junpeng's face is full of blood. If you don't look closely, it is really not easy to recognize.
"Miga, hurry up the sofa." Lin Xiaofeng shouted, holding Yin Junpeng on the sofa.