Countryside Magic Doctor

"It's still early at 2:30. Everyone go back to sleep and talk about tomorrow!" He Feng looked at his watch and said to the left and right. The elder nodded and said apologetically to He Feng.

"The dragon group is busy. Let's go first!" the elder said to He Feng carefully. He Feng waved his hand and said, "let's go. What's your use? There's no use at all!"

The elder looked a little unhappy, but he couldn't say anything. He brought a lot of people. It seems that he didn't really use it. At most, he gathered up a number of people.

As for the purpose, but not at all!

Inevitably, it will be despised.

"You can't go. You still have something to do!" the elder was about to leave. The cardinal next to him couldn't help but lean carefully towards the distance and wanted to leave quietly.

Try not to attract He Feng's eyes!

But who is He Feng?

Where can't see his little thought, he immediately stopped it with a cold hum. The prosperous wealth with blood on the corner of his mouth also sent out bursts of dull hum.

It's like a dog getting angry and making the same sound.

The Archbishop looked at the covetous wealth and looked at He Feng again. His face showed a bitter expression. Then he nodded helplessly and said to He Feng.

"You can rest assured that we will do what you promised!"

"That's good!" He Feng nodded. Then he looked at his dilapidated manor, and said impatiently, "you said that many of my houses have been rectified. There are so many problems that you can't help me repair them?"

He Feng has always believed in this truth.

When he took a look at the damaged house and the big pit, he Fengdang even threw the pot out. Joking, how much does it cost to repair it?

Although I don't care about money.

But like everyone who is used to being poor, he Feng is an Iron Rooster. He doesn't pull a dime. If he can save, he will save.

"Well, well, you can rest assured that we will repair everything, and soon, 10 days at most!" the Archbishop said to He Feng with a smile. This condition is not a big problem.

Small things are nothing to the church, which is rich and invincible, so he doesn't take it to heart and doesn't spend money.

I'm kidding. If you can't even understand this little thing, what qualifications do you have to get to this point and become the Archbishop of the church?

"Not bad!" He Feng nodded. This guy is very knowledgeable. He doesn't need to spend more words or use force to deter him. He is a good dog.

At this time, there was a real squeak from the hole. He Feng suddenly lifted his spirit and looked inside.

I thought, I knew this dragon was not so easy to be solved!

If it is so easy to be solved, is it still called a dragon? It's called a bad chicken.

But it was obvious that he Feng was disappointed. There was no dragon inside. It was the little dragons that made a sound. He Feng was about to let them forget.

After all, Wangcai and the Dragon fought inside just now. You come and I go. Although there is a large space below, you can't stand two giants fighting inside.

Those dozens of little dragons left by He Feng and intended to be used as pet parks are like pond fish among pond fish. In this tragic battle, they were unfortunately killed in honor!

He was either burned to death, or smashed by a dragon, or scared to death by Wangcai. Several others were eaten by Wangcai.

But I didn't expect that there were still remnants!

He curled up in the corner and looked out with some fear. His small eyes were full of fear for fear that the other party would swallow himself again.

"Two more?" He Feng looked inside and said in surprise. Then he said to Wangcai: "it's reasonable to say that dragons and you are close relatives. If you don't raise them, who will raise them? Take them back to me. If you die, just ask!"

"The dragon is different from the dragon. It's the translator's pot. I don't want to carry it back." I looked at his face and said even if it was bitter.

I'm kidding. He didn't lay eggs or give birth to dragon cubs. He asked him to raise some dragons. It's obvious that it's the little dragon planted by Lao Wang next door. Do you think he would be happy?

It's not that he Fengcai fried the pot as soon as he said it!

His face was full of grievances. He Feng didn't show any mercy when he saw him. He snorted coldly, "what? I can tell you, I want to eat dragon meat recently!"

With a brush, Wangcai ran inside in an instant, got the two dragons on his back, and carefully put the hat on himself.

Catch the plate!

Pick up the dragon's cub.

Wangcai is happy, but the cardinal on one side is not happy. Joking, one dragon is enough. These next two are two great evils when they grow up.

He hurriedly looked wary at He Feng and said, "Mr. He, I think you should remember a word. This is a word in your Chinese dynasty, which is called raising tigers for trouble!"

"Tiger?" He Feng sneered, and then said with a sarcastic look on his face, "tiger, that's for you. In our eyes, it's just a obedient kitten."

The Archbishop's face was red and white, and he Feng was telling the truth.

People can handle this thing if they turn their hands over the clouds and cover their hands with rain, but they can't put it on their own side. It's hard to die.

There's nothing I can do.

He couldn't help feeling a little gloomy.

I warned myself to be brave after knowing shame. In the future, Haosheng will cultivate a group of new generation priests and priests, and then crush the East and bring these practitioners from the East.

Step on the soles of your feet!

Let them know who is the boss in this master's territory!

He Feng didn't notice the cardinal's ambition. He just left a mobile phone number here. Then he jumped and disappeared into the starry sky, joking.

If you don't go back, the night will be over.

Xing Yuanyuan and Liu Qingyan, don't you worry about death?

Immediately, he Feng jumped away. As for whether the Archbishop would default, he was not at all assured that default was the lowest means.

What's more, those who default are often the strong!

In this world, he Feng is the only one who refuses to pay. As for this garbage church?

They can't do this for hundreds of years!

He Feng doesn't mind telling them why the flowers are so red with his fist if they really dare to default.

In this world of supreme power, his fist still has a little deterrent.

There are stars in the sky. Just now the strong black clouds in the sky have dissipated. He Feng thought it was the ghost of the guy at the bottom, but when the raindrops falling on the ground fell.

He Feng realized that he had made a mountain out of a molehill. That guy didn't make the cloud.