Knock knock! Knock knock! Knock knock!

A rhythmic knock sounded at the door.

Zi Feile looked at the slightly trembling bedroom door, did not make a sound, and had no intention of opening the door.

The dorm buddies couldn't knock on the door, they would just kick it open.

It is even more impossible for the poppy to knock on the door, her tone just now is eager to eat herself, even if she comes at this time, she will definitely arrive before she hears.

Besides, the dormitory manager asked her not to let her in.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

The people outside the door are not impatient, but they are very persistent.

Zi Feile wanted to say that the door was not locked, you just pushed it directly, but he didn't speak.

He could tell something was wrong in the poppy's tone, and he could feel the meaning of the phrase "don't go with anyone".

Knock on the door, then you knock... Zi Feile pursed his lips, jumped on the bed gently, sat cross-legged, his eyes half-closed and half-open, and entered a state of luck pranayama.

The people outside the door looked at each other, a little confused.

Obviously, there are life fluctuations in it, why doesn't this kid say a word?

The first time I knocked on the door and didn't respond, even if you didn't get up from sleep, the second time there was an interval of more than a minute, and you can't still fall asleep!

"Let's go inside," the man in the trench coat in the lead said in a deep voice.

As the words fell, a short-haired girl in a vest and hot pants behind him screamed and kicked the bedroom door open.

Bang!

The door fell to the ground, and the short-haired girl not only kicked the door open, but also kicked it away.

The two walked into the dormitory and saw Zi Feile sitting still like an old monk.

At this time, he was in a very mysterious state, and the movement of kicking the door just now did not affect him, but made his state to a higher level.

It's a big deal!

The girl wanted to scold Zi Feile for why she didn't open the door, but when she saw him in this state, she was stunned on the spot.

This temperament is too dusty, and I feel that if Zi Feile's body is lighter, it may float in the air at any time.

At this time, Zi Feile slowly opened his eyes, a divine light was contained in him, and he said in a leisurely tone

"What are you two doing?"

Where did this come from? The two of them looked confused, and said in their hearts, did the intelligence team give the wrong information?

Looking at the few people with a confused face, Zi Feile's heart was almost happy.

This luck pranayama should be that the skill of the warrior monk has not run, and it really fits the temperament of the bald head.

As a layman with all five poisons and six impure roots, after exercising luck pranayama, he actually has the mood and temperament of a monk who has attained enlightenment, although it is only limited to the period of luck pranayama, but it is enough to make people marvel.

"May I ask you are the Yuancheng Super Management Association, the super pipe of the fourth group of action?"

The man in the trench coat was affected by Zi Feile, and he was originally murderous, but he became polite

"I am."

As soon as these two words came out, the short-haired girl who had been playing quantum non-music happened to see the photo of the stick girl group on the wall behind him, and she was angry

"You're Zifeile? Then why didn't you open the door when we knocked on the door just now! ”

"Shi.... This beauty, why should I open the door for you? With your loud voice? Or do you wear less? ”

Zi Feile saw that he was recognized, and he didn't pretend anymore, so he had a direct showdown.

"You! I! The girl was speechless for a moment, stammering and unable to speak.

Yes, and they didn't show their identity, why did they open the door!

The man in the trench coat stopped the girl and Zi Feile from arguing, and with his right hand with a watch-style communicator, he took out a small notebook from his side pocket and shook it

"Xincheng Super Management Committee, Action Group Zhang Jie"

The super-management of the new city?

Zi Feile glanced at him curiously, this was the first time he had seen a superpipe in a foreign place.

Yuancheng used to be the subordinate county of Xincheng, but later Yuancheng was promoted to the city and was directly under the jurisdiction of the province.

"You are suspected of a murder of an ordinary person, in order to avoid suspicion, so we will take over the investigation"

"You may not speak now, but everything you say will be presented as evidence in court and presented to the General Enforcement Team in the form of a written report."

"I suggest that you don't make any moves, otherwise I have the right to kill you on the spot!"

When the words fell, the two momentum rushed into the sky, and in a unique way, gave Zi Feile a great sense of oppression.

Zhang Jie saw that Zifeile was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so in order to avoid extraneous branches, he simply used the official language directly, and used the unique combined attack technique of the action group of the Xincheng Super Management Association.

"Good leader, no problem leader, I'll change my clothes and go with you"

Zi Feile had a hippie smile, and he couldn't see that he was affected by these two momentums.

He chose to delay time by changing clothes, and did not say stupid things such as "I will come in a while" and "Why are you taking me away".

Then it will only stimulate contradictions, or let these two dogs jump over the wall in a hurry and take themselves down directly.

Zi Feile took off his clothes slowly, estimating the strength of these two people in his heart.

The short-haired girl looks reckless and imposing, but she is two levels dead, and her experience points do not exceed five percent.

Zhang Jie couldn't estimate that he had only felt the breath of a strong man in Salene Maya.

However, compared with that great god, it is a bit insulting to say that Zhang Jie is an ant to the strongest martial god, maybe it is more appropriate to use dust.

He has also seen several high-level players in the real world, Bao Buping at level 4, Brother Jie at level 4, Li Xifeng at level 7, and Miao Yiren, Qiao Shan and Tang Lao with unknown ranks.

There is no doubt that these people are all strong, but unfortunately, they all have a deep or shallow relationship with Zi Feile, and they will not be angry in front of him casually.

It was Tang Lao who seemed even more unfathomable last night, but Zi Feile felt that the sense of oppression he gave was not violent suppression, but fear from the depths of his soul.

Seeing that Zi Feile took off her short sleeves and pants, and took off her underwear after taking off her pants, the short-haired girl couldn't sit still

"What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Zi Feile stopped what he was doing, pretending to be a little at a loss

"Shall I evade it? I'm afraid to take my clothes to the toilet to change, you think I'll run~"

"You!"

"Let's change it here, Xiaojiao avoids it" Zhang Jie stopped Zi Feile, who was about to get out of bed, and signaled that he could continue.

The short-haired girl named Xiaojiao glared at Zi Feile angrily, and turned around and left the bedroom angrily.

"Brother, we don't talk darkly, we are all from the action group, you should know our style of acting"

"One minute, one minute at most, if you don't wear well, then follow me naked, I can provide you with a hood to cover your face"

Zhang Jie's face gradually became gloomy, and his voice was a little erratic.

However, Zi Feile opposite him was still smiling and grinning

"Then I'll hurry up~"

"By the way, I've only been in the action group for less than three days, so what is the style of our action group?"

Zhang Jie raised his head suddenly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"Are you trying to learn something?"

"Okay, why don't you let me learn first!"

The poppy's voice came from the corridor, accompanied by Xiaojiao's scolding.

The corners of Zi Feile's mouth are slightly hooked... Really good sister, as soon as you hear that I have something to do, you are faster than the leader of the aftermath team!

He looked at his watch, and it had been just five minutes since he hung up the communicator.