Countryside Magic Doctor

"Do you know what this thing is?" He Feng asked the misty son on one side.

"Soul?" the misty son frowned and asked tentatively. He immediately felt wrong and said, "no, it's like one of the three souls and six souls. As for the others, I don't know where!"

"How do you know?" He Feng asked.

"Only one instinct to escape is retained, but there is no consciousness. It is like a puppet and a soul body. What is this not a incomplete soul?" piaomizi asked.

He stroked his beard again. An old face wrinkled like a cat's face, frowned and said, "but it's reasonable that we can sense what it is as soon as we sense it, but we can't detect what it is."

"Indeed!" Yunzhu nodded.

They are all people in the realm of old immortality. Compared with He Feng, they are well-informed and have accumulated for thousands of years, but at this moment, they seem to be useless.

Because everything in front of them exceeds their knowledge for thousands of years.

Or they haven't touched this level yet!

For example, modern people still don't understand the composition of some primitive tribes, and Yunzhu don't understand what's going on in front of them?

This is the time to lead the party.

He Feng smiled and sat down on the ground with a stench all over him: "I said, man, it's your turn to explain now, my pastor?"

"Explain what?" jerovsky asked suspiciously. It seemed that he was not adapted to this vague order.

"What is this?" He Feng said, pointing to the two shadows floating in the sky.

"Evil spirit!" jerovsky glanced and said carelessly, as if he had seen it and didn't pay attention to it at all.

"Evil spirit?" ten thousand alpacas ran by in He Feng's heart. The foreigner's talent for naming is too bad. What thing is just adding an evil word in front of it to show his horror.

But he did not make complaints about it, but he asked, "what is this thing coming from? Why is he not conscious? Is he not a soul?"

"No!" jerovsky said with certainty, interrupting He Feng. It was a little impolite, but it seemed that this guy didn't care.

He Feng raised his head slightly, and the rest of his eyes glanced at the misty son on one side. It looked like a little gangster in junior high school, instructing himself to go down and beat some unlucky guy.

Sure enough, misty son has lived for so many years. He is a well deserved human spirit.

Immediately he rolled up his wide robe and big sleeves, rubbed his hands and squeezed his palms. The joints made a clear sound, and walked towards the shitty jerovsky in front of him.

"What are you doing? You can't do that!" jerovsky said, looking at He Feng with some fear, and then looking at the approaching misty son and his fist the size of a sandbag.

He can only reluctantly close his eyes!

Take a beating.

After a series of fists and kicks, only the intermittent sad cry came from the air. Yunzhu couldn't bear it. He Feng took her into his arms and patted her on the back, but didn't say anything more.

"That's enough!" He Feng waved his hand slightly and said. The misty man stopped his hand, and the fat man in front of him, jerovsky, was already fatter than before.

He was beaten and his whole body was swollen. Now he looked ferocious. With two black circles under his eyes, he looked at He Feng angrily like a panda protecting animals.

Unfortunately, his eyes were too swollen, so he Feng didn't see clearly, because there was only one seam left.

"Remember a word, don't interrupt me, do you understand?" He Feng said coldly to jerovsky in front of him. This guy is very impolite, and how can the leader's words be easily interrupted?

This is death!

No wonder they are sent to do such dangerous things. They are very popular at ordinary times.

In the eyes of superiors, that's what grandma doesn't love and uncle doesn't love.

"I want to accuse, I want to accuse you of your unfair treatment to the World Federation of powers, and ask the dragon group to severely punish you, and you will wait for the most severe pursuit of the church." cold and silent jerovsky suddenly shouted with a ferocious mouth.

He Feng's face changed slightly. He was a little surprised and said, "what's the matter? There's the world power alliance. What's this? Why haven't I heard of it? Have you heard of it, old man?"

"I haven't heard of it, and I don't know which organization was found in the horn." the misty man curled his mouth and said.

To be honest, for strong people like them, any organization is a brother in front of them. In short, it is a white glove when they did bad things.

Usually, he takes advantage of righteousness to become famous and bully those young people.

They always take care of others. Where have you heard that others dare to take care of them?

This guy dares to accuse himself there. I'm not afraid to make a scene. Who dares to sue me?

"The World Federation of powers was founded in the 1990s. It was publicly recognized by the two major forces of the dragon group church. It is headquartered in Jerusalem. You must pay a price for today's events!" jerovsky shouted.

His face was full of green tendons, and the thick fat could not stop his anger. Let his green tendons be divided one by one. Originally, some lovely fat faces are now extremely ferocious.

It's scary!

It's not sure how many children will be frightened if you let them out.

"Old man, call and see if there is this thing!" He Feng frowned and said to the misty son on one side.

Misty son nodded, then took out his mobile phone and called the elder of the dragon group.

Doodle!

The phone rang twice, and the voice of the elder of the dragon group came from the opposite.

"Hello? Are you misty son? I don't know what you have to do when you call. It's easy to discuss. We'll try our best to satisfy you." the elder said flatteringly.

What he Feng heard was a burst of cold, and a layer of goose bumps all over his body. This thing is TMD diaphragmatic and sounds like an old sister soliciting customers.

Just a few words on the forehead!

"Sir, come often when you are free!"

"Well, I recently heard about the world power alliance. Do you know this thing?" piaomizi said solemnly.

"There's such a thing. I don't know what you mean by asking," the elder of the dragon group asked carefully. This is a habit he formed after years of struggle among the dragon people.