Fanjie's face was extremely ugly, he clenched his teeth.
The Buddhist temple was created by his exhaustion. Nowadays, it is difficult to grow up to what he looks like today. As a result, the twelve envoys ran out to pick up peaches. What does it mean?
Thinking of this alone, Fanjie couldn't wait to calculate with the twelve envoys.
But often I thought of this, but Fanjie calmed down a lot.
As Gong Chong Baoxian said.
Whether he is himself or Gong Chong, he will not be willing to really desperate with the twelve apostles.
They are different from the old man.
If the old man who is the same, if he encounters the same situation, maybe he will really do his best with the twelve envoys.
Because of the age of the old man, he created the heavenly door, which is his life, the last chance and hard work.
But Fanjie and Gong Chong Baoxian are different.
The two of them are young, and there are capitals that continue to work hard.
Let them go together with the twelve envoys?
No, maybe in the face of the twelve apostles, the two of them were not able to do it together.
This is the most desperate.
Fanjie still asked with some unwillingly: "Is there no way to do it?"
Sitting on the opposite side of Gong Chongbao Xian's face was ugly, nodded slightly: "No, if there is a way, do I want our Buddhist temple to teach into the hands of the twelve apostles?"
Thinking of this, Gong Chong Baoxian had to admire this method used by the first apostle.
Such a means seemed simple, but in fact, it was secretly guessing their thoughts.
If you change to the opponent like He Jinfeng, the decision made by He Jinfeng uses such a strategy, Gong Chong Baoxian can also come up with a few corresponding countermeasures.
But for the first apostle, Gong Chong Baoxian always had a feeling of being eaten by him.
I feel that I can be cracked by the other party even if I think of any countermeasures.
For the first apostle, Gong Chong's constitutional was an inexplicable anxiety, or in the face of the first apostle, Gong Chong Baoxian couldn't have any feeling of being strong.
In this feeling, Gong Chong Baoxian felt strange.
Obviously, it is so oppressed with absolute strength, but it makes him feel uncomfortable. The person behind it always feels more than such a means.
Gong Chongbao's eyebrows frowned tightly. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something: "If you really say it, it is not a way."
Fanjie watched the past: "Do you have a way?"
Gong Chongbaoxian nodded and said: "The current situation, if just relying on our Buddhist temple, there is really no way."
Speaking of this, his face was exposed on his face: "If the external force is involved, maybe there can be variables."
"External force?" Fanjie looked at it strangely.
Gong Chong Baoxian nodded: "Yes."
Fanjie: "What kind of external force?"
Gong Chong Baoxian: "Do you think that if you know that the twelve apostles want to teach with our Buddhist temple, will they wait and wait?"
As soon as Fanjie heard it, the joy was revealed on his face: "Yes, why did we not think before, I let people notify the grabbing monster."
Gong Chong Baoxian laughed: "You think you don't know if you caught the monster bureau? If at this time at this time, the Demon Bureau did not know that Hong Feng came to our true Buddha Temple, then he could not be called the monster bureau."
Fanjie narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean, in our inside, there are people who catch the monster?"
Gong Chong Baoxian nodded: "Yes."
Fanjie: "Who is it, I caught him out."
"Is it necessary?" Gong Chong Baoxian opposed it: "You have packed the spies now, and you can come back without knowing two. It is better to be so comfortable under my eyelids."
Fanjie nodded, and I felt that Gong Chong Baoxian said that it made sense.
It's just that his own site, someone else's spies can't move yet. This feeling makes him feel a little bit.
"How to use the side of the demon bureau and give it to me." Gong Chongbao Xian's face also revealed the confidence.
At this time, since there is a direction, the consciousness and strategies of his palace are not a decoration.
He is an opponent that Liu Boqing has to pay attention to.
Nympho
In Mingji Town, Lin Xiaofeng and Jue Chen sent the queen monk out of the door.
After closing the door, Lin Xiaofeng would sit on the sofa.
He grabbed his hair, and it was also a headache. The current situation made him feel that he couldn't start.
He negotiated with the monk of the precepts, and finally decided to let the monk of the precepts go back and figure out the situation before preparing to act.
The most important thing now is to figure out what the Buddhist temple is.
Is willing to cooperate with the twelve apostles, or unwilling.
The difference between this is very large.
If they were persuaded by the twelve apostles, they were willing to cooperate, then Lin Xiaofeng turned away without saying a word, and immediately turned away.
This is the ground boundary of the Buddhist temple. The strength of Fanjie has risen now, and the power of the Buddhist temple itself.
This is also with Juechen, and Lin Xiaofeng has the grasp of retreating here.
But if you add a flood, Lin Xiaofeng will not be sure.
In case these two parties practice, maybe you have to eat a big loss.
Sitting on the sofa on the sofa, she closed her eyes and looked at it with her leisurely look. It looked very relaxed.
"Hey, I said your guy, but say something." Lin Xiaofeng looked at Jue Chen on the side.
Jue Chen opened his eyes and white Lin Xiaofeng: "You guy, I am not leisurely, can I jump up and down like you?"
Lin Xiaofeng shook his head and looked at the relaxed and comfortable conscience. With a business that was not concerned about his own wealth, he was quite speechless.
There is no way, there is no anxiety here, I can only wait slowly.
Lin Xiaofeng lay on the sofa and looked at Wangcai.
This guy was boring to find this magazine to see.
Lin Xiaofeng patted the back of Wangcai's back, and immediately asked a little curious: "Then, Wangcai, your guy and I have known me for so many years, but I have never heard of what you have."
Wangcai looked back at Lin Xiaofeng: "Dream?"
Lin Xiaofeng touched his chin: "It is not accurate to say that dreams are accurate. To be precise, your guy has no a little goal."
Isn't it? Knowing Wangcai for so long, giving people a feeling of eating and waiting for death.
Lin Xiaofeng sometimes feels Wangcai, and sooner or later he has to be brought into this virtue of Wangcai.
Wangcai stretched out a lazy waist: "I have no dreams? My dream is to restore strength, to be arrogant, and dominate the dark abyss. I am king!"
If someone who does not know it listened, maybe I still believe in two points, but for Lin Xiaofeng, this is a fart.