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In Leonard's car, several people squeezed into a group with difficulty.

This old-fashioned van that has survived countless natural disasters is almost crushed into scrap.

But it was still trying to move forward, making a chug-chug sound.

"woooooo"

The little fox lying in Li Hui's arms covered the big bag on his head, crying pear blossoms with rain.

I was kind enough to save people, but was thrown out directly.

That was the first aid method she learned online specially before leaving the house.

"It's too much, it's too much."

After grunting a few times, she bit Wang Jin, as if to vent her dissatisfaction.

The latter didn't give in at all, dragged his wounds and fought against the little fox, and the scene was once very chaotic.

Li Hui, who was sitting on the other side, looked at Wang Jin quietly, her eyes were full of tenderness.

Zhao Guangming in the co-pilot raised his head slightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

As if having a sweet dream, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a faint smile.

The sun that had not been seen for a long time fell, dispelling the faint curse in the air.

Both the abomination and Liuli have disappeared with the curse.

The hatred seven years ago, the disaster seven years later.

Everything vanished.

The torrential rain that enveloped the entire Shangjing City disappeared with Liuli's death, as if it had never happened.

Han Dong and Xiao Huzi left with Meng Yu first, as if preparing to deal with the mess left by this incident.

"Ha won't fight you anymore."

The little fox yelled and bit Wang Jin for the last time, and bounced back into Li Hui's arms.

After yawning, her expression gradually became serious.

"I said you boy, this time you are in the limelight."

"Leading the team to deal with this level of trouble, the Administration owes you a big favor."

"Have you figured out how to use this favor?"

"more or less."

Wang Jin nodded, with a complicated expression on his face.

He just came to the annual meeting, he should have eaten and drank every day, sweated in the arena, and happily pretended to be slapped in the face.

But on the second day after he came here, he accidentally handled such a big incident.

Everything happened so fast that people couldn't react.

Even now, Wang Jin wonders if he is dreaming.

But the bursts of pain from the body have clearly given the answer.

"call"

No one spoke anymore, and the car fell into a brief silence.

Wang Jin slowly closed his eyes and began to recall his gains and losses.

Part of the power of the gods, the vines of the green god, and the favor of the governing bureau.

Of these three things, any one of them is enough to attract countless people.

The rewards are undoubtedly plentiful.

Although he didn't show it, Wang Jin was happiest when he rescued Zhao Guangming.

No matter how you look at it, this old man is ready to die.

If he hadn't followed, he probably would have been completely burned by the flames of hatred.

Of course, everything has a price.

Not to mention others, even Wang Jin couldn't figure out why he was still alive.

Annie's two flame blessings should have burned everything in him long ago, and the power of the god is even more overbearing.

Abrasions, bruises, burns, blood loss from red lines.

This kind of injury, if placed on anyone, can already make him unable to get up.

But Wang Jin is still alive and kicking, and he can even draw with the little fox.

All kinds of abnormal phenomena made him a little uneasy.

But Wang Jin didn't have the heart to think about those anymore.

Everyone is alive, that's what matters.

The eyelids are getting heavier and the mind is getting dull.

He fell asleep.

-

"Director, calm down."

The Bolt of the Furnace, in the Director's Office.

Ma Yao was holding the teapot, turning around beside the robed figure.

"The deputy director didn't violate the regulations, he just went to see old friends."

"And the matter has been settled, you don't have to worry about it."

"solved?"

The man called the chief turned around, revealing a majestic face.

The slightly messy long hair hangs down, blocking the eyes that are always shining.

The slightly gray beard did not make him look old, but added a bit of charm to him that had been accumulated over the years.

Slightly broad shoulders propped up the scholar's robe like a banner.

Even sitting can make people feel his tallness, and that unfathomable aura is even more frightening.

Just by looking at his appearance, this man is only in his early forties at most.

But his eyes are so profound, like an old man who has seen through everything.

However, what stands above all of this is the strong scholarly atmosphere in him.

More like a professor than a director.

This is what many people say about him.

"Solved? You told me it was solved?"

The man kept repeating this sentence for a long time, and he seemed to be amused.

Then he took out his mobile phone and showed it to Ma Yao.

The above is a very blurry video, but you can still see the content.

The young man in a white costume, with hatred and flames, swung a sharp blade of revenge at that unreachable figure.

There is also a text at the bottom.

Shock!Unidentified creatures appeared in the old town!Is it aliens or celebrity hype?

"You told me this is called a solution?"

The man swiped twice on his phone to open a software called Guai Tan Pai.

In addition to drawing cards to collect, it is also a place for ghost story workers to exchange information.

At this moment, the first thing on the headlines is the news that the Huaxia Administration has helped the mixed race.

Shock!The Administration shows favor to the Unclean!What exactly is the intention?

The whole article below is full of conspiracy theories, saying that the unclean people are actually secretly obeying the ruling bureau or something.

"These two were written by the same person, right?"

Ma Yao suddenly felt blackness in front of his eyes.

He was wrong, he was too young.

The director's idea is right, the unclean is a hot potato, whoever touches it will be unlucky.

"Ugh."

The man sighed, and then patted Ma Yao on the shoulder.

"You two are stupid too, how could I not have discovered that little abacus?"

"I can't just watch Shangjing disappear."

While talking, the director took the teapot from Ma Yao's hand and poured himself a cup.

What came out of the teacup was a rich aroma of wine.

"Don't think I don't know, you guys say behind my back that I'm a fool."

"You little brats are still too tender."

The man drank Erguotou from the teacup in one gulp, and looked at Ma Yao with a smile.

"I represent the attitude of the governing bureau, do you understand the attitude?"

"The reason why it is banned is to have something to say now."

"When they splash dirty water, send this statement."

The man took out a file bag from his desk and threw it to Ma Yao.

"The media relies on you to press down, and then use this to block the mouth of the Art Association. If it doesn't work, I still have a way."

Pushing his glasses, a sly smile appeared on the man's face.

How could the head of the bureau, who could perfectly coordinate all forces, be a simple person.