In the high air not far from the bar, Heller was fanning the white six-winged white flame with deep eyes looking at Zhang Fan who was slowly walking back to the spiritual dormitory below, at this time, the human shell outside him who was just a carrier tool had completely disappeared, and in place of the human body part was a red energy body that could only see the outline of the limbs but could not see the face clearly, Samael on the side saw the appearance of Heller who was constantly crumbling, and said eagerly: "Wang, how is your body?" I think it's better to go back sooner, staying here for a long time will inevitably have no effect on your divine body. Helaire did not reply, but nodded slightly, and Beelzebub could not hold back his mouth and asked Helaire, "King, I really don't understand, what is so special about that kid that you should take such good care of him." Puzzled, Baryl said, "Yes, he was so taken care of that he was given the passage to hell." “

Hellaire looked at the three of them and said, "Why, you all think I've done it, and you think so too, Belil?" Helaire continued to look down and said lightly: "Yes, what if I say that he has a bloodline aura similar to me?" Just when he was transmitting spiritual power to Zhang Fan who was in a crisis before, Helaire vaguely felt the trace of aura hidden in the depths of Zhang Fan's body that secretly echoed with himself, and the three of them were stunned when they heard this, and they looked at Zhang Fan below for a long time speechless, and after a while, Samael asked: "You mean, it is possible that he is in the same vein as you? How is this possible!"

Hellaire saw that Zhang Fan had returned to the range of the Spirit Department, so he turned to the depths of the night sky and said reassuringly: "Okay, it's impossible, I'll know it later, it's time to go back." After flying some distance further, Helaire looked at Zhang Fan again and said with a sly look in his eyes: "Hmph, eighth brother, I am waiting for you in hell to come to me for a drink." ”

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Zhang Fan returned to the dormitory area of the spiritual department with mixed feelings, originally Zhang Fan didn't want to come back again, if he went out of the city and returned to the clinic to find a way to go home, but the sky didn't follow people's wishes, Zhang Fan could only return to the spiritual department in a gray way, compared to wandering on the street Zhang Fan still thought that the spiritual department might be better, although it seemed a little forced.

Looking at the time, it is obviously more than three o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, and it stands to reason that no one should find out that he has run out of the city, but just when Zhang Fan was taking it for granted in his mind, a graceful figure appeared in front of the dormitory building that caught Zhang Fan a little off guard, and he was sitting on the stone bench in front of the building with his legs crossed and his eyes closed。

Zhang Fan tiptoed to the entrance downstairs, and saw that Xiao Fei, who was sitting there, seemed to be asleep, and did not notice the slightest sign of his walking, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Zhang Fan tried to lighten his steps as much as possible, and just when he was about to go upstairs with confidence, the situation that Zhang Fan didn't want to appear still happened.

"How is it? The night market in this Purple Spirit City is quite lively, but in terms of night view, it is still ranked among the five cities in the Spirit Capital. “

Xiaofei's voice sounded behind Zhang Fan, so frightened that Zhang Fan almost didn't stand firm and slid down the stairs, and stood in place helplessly Zhang Fan secretly scolded his mother, it seems that this Xiaofei knew that she had run away, and this thing was obviously pretending to be asleep just now, "Oh no, what should I do, if she wants to kill me, I'll take advantage of her unpreparedness to have a counter-kill..........?"

Seeing Zhang Fan's appearance, Xiaofei stood up and said, "Okay, okay, who do you think you can hide from the little Jiujiu in your heart, don't think about it, we won't punish you, turn around and talk well." Zhang Fan squeezed out a smile with a wry smile and came to Xiaofei paradoxically and said, "Eh, Sister Xiaofei, I haven't slept yet, staying up late is not good for a girl's appearance." “

Xiaofei said angrily: "Okay, don't call me haha, do you think that the regional territory of our spiritual department can really be entered and exited by anyone who wants to? “

Zhang Fan thought about the previous scene of being scolded by the guards at the city gate, if he hadn't met Helaire on the road, there was really no way, it seems that Jiang is still old and spicy, under Xiao Fei's beckoning, a gray-haired old man walked out from the entrance of the building on the side," This is Uncle Li, the current guard elder and law enforcement elder of our spiritual department, the office building, mission hall, arena, collection hall and dormitory area and other areas of our spiritual department are all under the care of Li Bo, each guard elder is the first master under the command of the spirit department because he is also responsible for guarding the spirit base, the next time you want to enter and leave again, you have to report to Li Bo to get permission, otherwise Li Bo has the right to dispose of you without endangering your life. “

This old man is dressed in gray plain clothes, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his slightly rickety body looks like an ordinary old man, which makes people really can't imagine that such a colorless and toothless old man is such a powerful character. The old man stepped forward and handed a booklet to Zhang Fan, and said kindly: "You are the new Zhang Fan, right? Welcome to join the Purple Thunder Seventh Spirit Brigade, if you want to enter and leave the Spirit Department at night in the future, it is better to bring the spirit book and report it to me, do you know?" Li Bo said that he put a hand on Zhang Fan's left shoulder, and suddenly the old man's body seemed to be like an eye of the wind, blowing a fierce wind and slowly pressing down on Zhang Fan's body, maybe in the eyes of outsiders now, Zhang Fan is just blowing a slightly stronger wind, but as Zhang Fan, who is in the center of the breeze, he deeply understands the terrifying strength that this old man does not match his charitable appearance.

A shadowless and invisible transparent pressure firmly locked Zhang Fan in place, so that Zhang Fan could not move at all, and the old arm covering his shoulders pressed Zhang Fan like a thousand catties of steel and slowly lowered his figure, Zhang Fan raised his head with difficulty and looked at the old man with a sweaty face, he saw a terrifying scene, the old man now seemed to be very tall in Zhang Fan's eyes, like a giant standing in front of Zhang Fan, people couldn't help but tremble.