I'm passing by

Ten years passed in a blink of an eye. Zhan Shili's trump card was picking up sons. Five years ago, when he was still a teenager, he started to perform missions. Because of the missions, he was often injured. Of course, Ying Jin and I were there. He wasn't seriously injured either.

Every time he's on a night mission, I'm a little speechless looking at his attire.

With a mask of ghost face and fangs, and a black robe covering his body, it is completely impossible to see the small appearance of the gentleman inside. Although ten years have passed, his face is getting longer and cuter. For this reason, Yingjin is very dissatisfied. When you come out, you have to stare at the mirror, do it again according to his previous evil and seductive expression, and then find that on the doll's face, no matter what cool and cold expression is like a child throwing a temper tantrum, just give up.

"Manman," Ying Jin leaned on my lap relying on his tender face, "it's all to blame for this face, my ability to seduce people is useless."

"Ajin," I looked at that tender face coquettishly, and swallowed, "Actually, this face is even more attractive."

"" You are too controlling enough!

"Manman,"

"Ok?"

"Qianzi, this guy has accepted a very troublesome task. I guess this time, I will not be able to get out for several days."

I shook my head and said, "It's okay, I know, you have been obediently condensing your soul in it for the past few days, and strive to be separated from the body of Qianzi as soon as possible."

"" (Although the meaning of this sentence is correct, why do I feel a little strange?)

"In the early morning of November 2016, 11, Pei Yuancheng, the leader of the Hanqing Group, who ruled one of the largest black empires in Asia, died of a sudden cerebral infarction at the age of 5. On November 11, many high-level veterans of the Hanqing Group were taken away by the police. Investigation Pei Yuancheng did not set up a successor before his death, and the power center of the group was in a hollow area. On November 7, his six sons fought for the successor for many times and fought for power. The whole group was full of smoke and smoke. The decades-old black dynasty in Asia collapsed.”

"Hanqing Group, Pei Yuancheng has always wanted to extend his dark tentacles into my hometown, Nanzhanbu Island, but he has failed many times. Why? Is it because our police deployment is tight, or because we have Darker disciples!"

I waved away the paper figurine who flew over to report the situation, and looked at Jianzi who had just finished a mission. This mission involved Qiumen’s secrets. Caizi was alone, but he still insisted on the principle of not killing people. sharp.

Just in case, I put a monitoring paper man on Jianzi, no, it was a paper man for protection. When I rushed over, he knocked dozens of people to the ground by himself. Of course, he was even more embarrassed. There were several wounds on his bones, and he was unwilling to use weapons. Since he carried out the task given by James Li, he has been facing the enemy with bare hands. Although those people fell to the ground, judging by the severity of the wounds, well, Jianzi was the most injured.

Picking up the child, half kneeling on the ground, wearing a ghost mask, he was vigilant, seeing that it was me coming out of the woods, he immediately relaxed, "Sister Manman."

"Hey," I went over and helped him up, "you."

I have to admit that the little boy, who was not as tall as my shoulders before, has grown enough to make me look up, and I am not as tall as him now!

As soon as Jianzi relaxed, the weight of his whole body came over. Fortunately, I am not a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken. Seeing that there was no one around, after entering the woods, I freed up one hand, and Shi With spiritual power, a teleportation spell brought him back to the seaside hut.

The current seaside hut is not just a place for Qianzi to live, he has turned the first floor into a bar, and set up a darkroom on the ground floor, in which everything he has as Qiumen's confidant is stored. There is an additional identity called Facebook.

The term "face makeup" really fits his current situation. He is dressed in black, even his head is covered tightly by a cape-like big hoodie, and only his eyes are exposed.

Jianzi had already passed out, and Ying Jin came out, "Ah!" Ying Jin just wanted to get up from the bed when he felt pain from his body.

With watery Ying Jin in his eyes and a cute face, he looked at me and asked, "Manman, what's going on here?"

"It's nothing." I ignored the shock of that cute face acting like a baby, and shook my head, "It's just that when you were concentrating your soul inside, you got injured while performing a mission."

"" Yingjin was speechless,

(Well, I actually knew it, and I wanted to hook up with my girlfriend, but my girlfriend didn't fall for it, what should I do?)

I got up, turned my head, took out all the water basins I prepared earlier, and said, "Ajin, since you are awake, help Qianzi clean up the wound, I can't help him"

Ying Jin suddenly thought of something, froze for a moment, put on a pitiful face and said to me, "Manman, should I do it myself? Can you help me?"

(Continue to hook up, I will work hard! If Manman helps me clean the wound, hehe(☆_☆)/~~)

"Ajin, I think, if you don't want to do it yourself, you can simply cast a spell and finish it yourself?"

""

(Looking for Ying Jin in the excuse,)

"Manman, I can't use spells at will, and my spells may affect Condensed Soul."

"Then don't use spells." I said hastily when I heard this.

"Really, that wound?" (Ying Jin secretly delighted.)

I held out my hand and said, "I'll do it."

"Yeah." (Ying Jin with an expectant face, come on, you're welcome, I have wounds on my arms, stomach, and back.)

I looked at Ying Jin who was looking forward to something, and slowly walked forward, made a seal with both hands, and the spiritual power in my body was circulating to the fingertips, and said, "Healing!"

Then, a ray of light passed by, and the wounds on Jianzi's body were gone.

""(not like this!)

Ying Jin stared blankly at those wounds that healed instantly, feeling depressed.

(Why is this... This, I can do it myself!)