Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

Isn't willow leaf her biological mother?

Isn't she always filial?

How can you want your mother to be punished?

It's not clear. There's another accident in the backyard.

Can he not be angry?

Is it easy to be a patriarch?

He's old enough to take care of this up and down, old and small. How he wants to stack this pick and quit!

"The head of the Hui nationality and his subordinates didn't find any abnormalities last night. For some reason, the flower buds will be beaten and hurt and fall outside in the sun."

The bearded middle-aged private soldier said that he was strong and very tall. Maybe it was because he was a private soldier at Hua's house for the first time. Although he looked big and old, his face was dead white, as if he would die at once.

"Yes, master, we didn't find anyone in or out of the riot site."

Another private soldier, a little thinner, exuded sweat on his forehead, his lips were purple with tension, and his face was no better than his beard.

Looking at them one by two, Hua jiudi was very angry: was the flower bud dragged by a ghost?

He was reprimanding, and then a loud cry came from outside the hall:

"Report!"

Then a blue and brown body swept in and arched its hands:

"The eldest lady is not in the riot!"

Hua jiudi fixed his eyes and saw that this man was Hua Qingtian, the manager in charge of the riot scene. He had a straight personality and the strictest rules. He didn't know how to make flexible turns. No matter what identity you were buried in the flower house, he would treat you equally as long as you entered the riot scene. He wouldn't let you because of your identity, or reduce the punishment by stealing work and materials.

It's a real stick. It's no use pleading with him.

Hua Qingtian does things with the same solemnity, just like his name "Qingtian", which is very Qingtian.

Hua jiuteng stood up: "she's not in the riot. Where has she gone? How did you manage? There was such a big mistake?!"

The tiger's eyes were majestic. The fire had risen and stared at the Huaqing sky.

Hua Qingtian expressed shame.

The two private soldiers on duty kneeling on the ground shook their heads and said in unison:

"We really didn't see anything!"

They are left and right, and there are two miniature lie detection robots about half a meter high. The flashing blue electronic eyes on them prove that they are not lying.

Then it's strange.

I don't know whether the willow leaf escaped, or hurt the flower bud, or was rescued?

Hua jiudi's eyebrows were wrinkled and almost screwed together:

"Come on, send someone to deliver a letter to your mother!"

After all, it's her biological mother!

……

Dark, damp, smelly.

The willow leaf endured nausea and followed the tall figure with black robe and head in front.

From the strong figure and the vigorous and sensitive guiding action, we can analyze whether it is a man or a man who often takes shape in a dark corner.

"The flower family has entered the first level of alert." the Yin vulture's voice is a little rough and dumb, like an order and like an explanation tunnel: "in less than three minutes, if you can't get out of the sewage treatment channel of the riot field, wait to be scanned by the flower family's electronic eye."

The tone was slow and leisurely, but the foot was as fast as the wind. The sewage splashed one by one, and the smell in the sewage channel became more and more unpleasant.