After taking the clothes, Feng went to the hospital unreasonably.

Not all characters in the company have to fight to the death, in fact, they have worked in the company for so many years, and there are no ten cases that need to be solved by force.

Most of them are mediation, persuasion, and most of the remaining parts of the places that require force do not need him, and the power of the individual is not very useful in modern times, but occasionally there are not enough people to save an emergency.

It is true that he is a good hunting dog in the company, but this time the task is to catch autumn fish, and the work is the osprey on the river, Director Yang just hinted very clearly, he is working this time is the same as those tasks in the past, in fact, he does not need to do any work.

This time, he just fished on the company's boat.

But that's embarrassing.

So he pretends to be busy every time.

When I entered the ward, in addition to Director Yang, there were two people wearing Tonglian company's work clothes, there was a boy lying on the bed, and next to the boy sat a plain white ward, with a bouquet of daisies placed at the head of the bed.

"Yo, Xiaofeng, you're here."

"Good evening, Director Yang." He and the other two staff members also nodded.

"Haha, I haven't seen it for a while, it's been 185, right?"

"I haven't measured it, I think it's almost there." He felt that he had grown several centimeters in his senior year of high school, and he didn't know if he could grow in college.

"Alas, you were so skinny when you first came to the company, and you just reached my shoulder, and you were a little taller than me in the blink of an eye." He sighed with a beer belly, quite touched, in fact, Feng Wuli also wanted to say, how powerful and domineering you were when you went to that station to take a knife and cut the demon king bare-chested, and now you are pregnant with Liujia.

"Director Yang, when you say this, I feel like you'll have something to ask me for later."

Director Yang glared at him angrily, and then said, "They all said that they don't need to come, and you can't help much."

"Who are you?" He looked at the person on the hospital bed.

"Soul Seeking."

Director Yang said in a deep voice: "These children, without exception, are still unconscious because the Yang God is lost, which is different from death, after death, people will leave the body because the Yin God has dissipated, and the Yang God will leave the body, their bodies and the Yin God are still alive, if they can find the Yang God back, they can be recovered."

"It's like a vegetative person."

"Well, in fact, many cases of vegetative people are Yang Shen out of the body." Director Yang said, looked at the wind unreasonably, and suddenly thought, "By the way, you don't seem to have a yang god."

Of course there is no reason for the wind now, but if you want others to know that Wang Xilou's Yang God is here, I am afraid it will cause a turmoil, and everyone is afraid of nuclear weapons, but he is a remote control for nuclear weapons - it is very good.

"Can you get it back?"

"I can only do my best." He had a headache and sighed, "Edmund Loka said that everything that walks through must leave a trace, and his yang god cannot disappear out of thin air, we can find that abnormal spiritual power fluctuation by looking for traces, so as to catch that outlaw."

Feng unreasonably said bluntly: "This is the goal, no matter how you think about it, it doesn't look like it can be saved, it's impossible for people to take your Yang God and take it home to play at home, it sounds like a demon in a story, take away your soul and drink and eat."

Director Yang sighed, "Let's try our best to take a look."

The wind is unreasonable and sighs, what a pity for a person, still so young.

"Who is Edmund Loca?"

"The Father of Forensics."

Feng glanced at him unreasonably, and Director Yang touched his beer belly and said, "What did my daughter watch recently in "Ten Deadly Sins"."

"Elementary school students like to watch this now." Feng Wuli used to watch "Charles IX".

"By the way, what are you holding in your hand?" Director Yang looked puzzled when he saw him carrying two transparent clothing bags.

"Oh, isn't this going to Comic Con tomorrow, it's going to be the clothes of the characters." The wind raised his hand unreasonably

stuff.

"Haha, my daughter loves these cartoons too." Director Yang glanced at it and felt that it was not right: "Eh, your clothes ......."

"What's wrong?"

"Why does it look a bit like that maid outfit?"

"That's right."

Director Yang's face suddenly became complicated.

Although he knows that young people are very happy nowadays, and some boys will like to wear girls' clothes, he has a more traditional concept, and he always thinks that this is not good.

He knew that Feng Wuli was not around his parents since he was a child, which obviously had a great impact on the growth of a boy, and Lord Wang Xilou, a hundred-year-old lady, would definitely not educate children, unreasonably brought up by such a girl's family, and the lack of adult men around him as role models, it may indeed form some concepts that are somewhat different from those accepted by the public.

As an elder who watched him grow up, he didn't realize this.

He said euphemistically, "Unreasonable, Director Yang didn't say that boys can't wear this kind of thing, but you have to know ......."

"Huh? Director Yang, what are you talking about, this is not what I am wearing."

"You didn't wear it."

"That's right, Wang Xilou is wearing it."

"......" Director Yang touched Huazi in his trousers, and thought of the ban on smoking in the hospital, he felt that he hadn't heard clearly just now, and asked, "You mean, tomorrow Lord Wang Xilou will wear a maid costume and go out with you to play?"

Feng nodded unreasonably.

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Wind Unreasonable: (?? ⊿??)??

"What's wrong?" He was puzzled.

"I'm a little, I can't accept it for a while."

As a local cultivator, in Director Yang's concept, he has a little admiration for the legends of local gods and demons he has heard since he was a child, and when he was a child, the elders of the company would also use 'If you don't practice well, Wang Xilou will take you back and eat to scare him, but if you have some typhoid fever, you will say, 'Wait a minute, go to the village entrance shrine and give Aunt Wang a few bunches of incense.'

Lord Wang Xilou's status in the eyes of Hunan cultivators and even some mortals of the older generation is probably similar to Lin Mo Niang's status in the hearts of Hu Jian's people.

You're like letting their queen mother wear a bunny girl, how do you let him accept it.

Fortunately, he didn't make such unreasonable analogies.

Because Wang Xilou really passed through the bunny girl.

One night, Director Yang led people to confirm the situation of several admitted patients again, but Feng Wuwu didn't help anything, and he rubbed Director Yang for a supper.

Although he followed behind his ass and worked all night without knowing what he was busy with, at least he felt that he was doing his best.

At night, go back and coax the little zombies.

Wang Xilou was furious, and actually asked the teacher to wear a maid's outfit, swearing to die.

Wasted a tongue.

Her resolute tone softened.

The next day, at seven o'clock in the morning.

Wang Xilou sat cross-legged against the head of the bed, holding the wig in his hand, and giggled: "What's this, does Master still want to wear a wig?"

She knows that this is what young people like now, just like they liked to watch shadow puppet shows and puppet shows back then, and young ladies and scholars liked stories like "The Legend of the West Chamber" and "The Palace of Eternal Life".

Every generation has its own way of entertainment, for example, many things now seem deviant to people in their seventies and eighties, but in the eyes of an immortal like her, who has to be refreshed every few decades, it is really nothing, and the ancestors are sometimes even more open than modern people.

These young things that the general public likes are always changing, and they are not unacceptable.

She just thought it was too funny.

I also have to wear a wig to play and go to parties as a ghost.

She put it on her head and smiled and asked, "How do you look at it?"

"Wear your hair in a hairnet, and your hair will be exposed."

Feng unreasonably took off the wig for her, took a hairnet and covered her hair and put it away, Wang Xilou felt weird, but seeing his rare and enthusiastic appearance, it was up to him.

"Then put on this wig." Feng Wuli put it on her.

"Hey, blue hair." This deviant hair color, she looks at it but thinks it's pretty good-looking, of course, the main thing is that she can play with her appearance, although S can't spray her face, but her appearance is high enough to have a sense of substitution, so that she won't play.

"Clothes, change them on." The wind is unreasonable and extremely antique.

She glanced at him, "Okay, I'm going to give Master a month of beating his back and pinching his shoulders."

「……」

"Tsk, there's still white silk, it's beautiful to you kid." She took a sip.

The nightdress on her body was taken off and thrown aside, and she wondered how to wear it, but the socks were easy, just put them on her legs.

"These socks are pretty comfortable to wear." The toes in her socks spread and curled up like flowers, then she picked up the other sock, put it on her toes, pulled it to her thighs, and let go of her hand and flicked it on the flesh, the tight white silk stretched out her thighs.

Feng looked at it unreasonably and blushed.

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