From the moment "Loki's" body collapsed uncontrollably, but he did not die completely, Lumian was on guard against the report made by the core members of the "April Fools" team against him, and beware of the possible raid of the official extraordinary, after all, "Loki" knew that he was Lumian. Lee, too, knew that he was the leader of the Savoyard Party, was in charge of the Breeze Ballroom, and even knew that he had the "Blood Emperor" Arista. Tudor's breath.

As a result, the official extraordinaire simply asked someone from the police headquarters in the market area to inquire about the anomaly of that night. Does Dubois, a capable gang leader, know something?

This convinced Lumian that the April Fools' team was still playing with their own ideas, and was reluctant to give the target to the official forces or force them out of the market area.

You must know that a secret puppet sealed with angels is definitely an item that can change his strength qualitatively for "Loki", and if he misses Lumian, it is almost impossible for him to meet the second one.

In addition, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" may also want to do something with the help of Themipolos.

The core members of the "April Fool's Day" group were very naked, undisguised, with strong ridicule and malice, believing that Lumian could see it, and also felt that he would be provoked, and chose to wait in the market area.

As for when to make a move, the initiative is in their hands, and they will definitely not blindly attack when Lumian has help.

Hearing the anger and anger hidden under Lumian's grim expression and calm words, Janna did not persuade again, but muttered:

"Hopefully these villains will have an ending that matches them."

Lumian had a violent mood swing just now, so that the little problems left over from the previous state of being on the verge of losing control became obvious again.

He took a deep breath, raised his right hand, and pinched both temples to relieve the throbbing pain in his head.

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"What's wrong?" Jaina asked with concern.

Lumian replied succinctly:

"The mental scars from that fight with 'Loki' will take a week or two to fully heal."

Jana's eyes moved slightly, and she tried to ask:

"Do you need me to massage your head? Franka taught, and I learned pretty well.

"Don't be embarrassed, who called us friends!

Her latter sentence had a little end note, trying to distract Lumian from his emotional state in a playful tone.

Lumian scoffed:

"Why do you come back every now and then, Franka said, Franka taught."

"Don't you ....... often," Jaina suddenly shut her mouth.

What she wanted to say was "Don't you often say that my sister taught me".

Lumien was silent.

The same goes for Jana.

After a few seconds, seeing that Lumian had not refused, Janna left the armrest of her chair and came behind him, reaching out and kneading the sides of his temple and head.

Lumian's body stiffened.

"You really haven't been intimate with girls, have you?" Jane Na subconsciously laughed.

Lumian snorted:

"As a hunter, whoever dares to put his hand close to my head, I will instinctively give him a back throw, or give him a huge fireball, which I just endured so hard to not scorch you."

Jane Na angrily and amusefully increased the force of kneading:

"Is it the 'provocateur' potion that has completely changed your language system and the way you speak?"

"Yo, such elegant words?" Lumian replied unceremoniously.

As the two taunted each other, Lumian's body gradually relaxed, and after a few minutes, he leaned back on the couch and half-closed his eyes.

While enjoying Jana's massage and relieving the headache, he naturally talked about the "pranks" of the core members of "April Fool's Day" such as "Loki" and "I have a friend", which made Jana's anger fill his chest and subconsciously increase the intensity.

"Light, light." The muscles of Lumian's face twisted.

The strength of the "Assassin" is not small at all.

Jana indignantly softened her movements:

I've never seen such bastards and such bad people in so many drama scripts, they deserve all the torture!

"Ten, why am I not a 'witch' yet?"

Lumian closed his eyes and asked:

"How's your 'Instigator' potion digested, have you summed up the rules of playing?"

Janna was distracted, kneading and recalling:

"At present, there are two, one is 'instigation is a means, not an end', and the other is 'the core of instigation is the insight into the nature of the matter and the state of the corresponding personnel, rather than the use of ability', in addition, I also understand one thing, instigation will inevitably bring disaster, it just depends on who you want to let bear this disaster."

"It's going well." Lumian gave a rare thumbs up.

Jana, who was standing behind him, unconsciously raised her chin and said modestly:

I am looking for opportunities to play every day, and there is no shortage of contradictions in the old pigeon cage, where there are many theater actors and apprentices, and it is because I have to think clearly about who I want to gain and who I want to gain and who will learn or suffer losses before each instigation, so that I understand that instigation is only a means. ”

Lumian's state calmed down a lot, and he let his thoughts spread, and asked casually:

"Where do you think I can find an opportunity to play the 'fireman'?"

Jaina kept her hands on her hands, thought about it and said:

"Trier is a place with basic order, you can only play from all kinds of small things, you can't have a big ........

"There should be a chance to play in the process of chasing and killing those villains, when I heard you say it just now, I can't wait to give them a chance!"

Lumian suddenly had some thoughts, but they weren't clear enough.

At that moment, the sound of footsteps came from the staircase, gradually becoming clear.

Janna let go of the hands that were pinching Lumian's head, and said with a smile as she walked towards the door:

"Franka is back.

Many neighborhoods of Trier don't have a quiet night, but that doesn't stop the citizens who live in those places from falling asleep.

Some people dream that after their children eat human blood bread, their condition gradually improves and they become healthier and healthier.

Suddenly, in his dream, there was a big golden retriever dog with a small backpack.

The golden retriever crouches on the edge of the dream, guiding the misty scene to reveal certain images from the depths of the subconscious.

It was the excitement of squeezing out of the crowd, holding bread, and running towards the corpse of a condemned prisoner; It is the hesitation after believing that human blood bread can cure the sick; It was the joy and skepticism that came when I first heard about it........

The Golden Retriever saw the figure that told the owner of the dream the rumor, which was the neighbor who lived in the next house.

In this way, the golden retriever travels through one dream after another, stimulating the corresponding subconscious, in order to find the source of the rumors of human blood.

After hundreds of dreams, the golden retriever found that two of them had obvious contradictions.

The one belonged to the father, who thought that it was he who had obtained the mystery of the human blood bread from a wizard who happened to pass by, so that his daughter could overcome the disease, and the other was his child, who suddenly fell ill and then suddenly got better in a dream, and the effect of the human blood bread was as good as a real magic potion.

The golden retriever guided the father and made him appear in his dreams as a passing wizard.

It's ordinary, it's not very special.

The images in the dream realm flickered rapidly, and the memories of the wizard's image kept going forward.

When the moment the two met, it was revealed, and the golden retriever saw that the wizard had a face completely different from "just now"!

Then, the face changed rapidly, frozen in the normal impression of the owner of the dream.

The Golden Retriever has his own interpretation of this:

The wizard's "hypnosis" must be done face-to-face, so the dream owner will not be disturbed at first glance, leaving the most realistic appearance, and then it will be affected by hypnosis and the image of the memory will change.

There is no need to repeat the process of awakening the subconscious with dreams, and the golden retriever naturally has the original appearance of the wizard in his mind:

He has short brown hair combed into three or seven minutes, smiling flaxen eyes, a thin face with a lot of freckles, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.....

The big golden retriever dog withdrew from the dream, looked at the "magician" lady who suddenly stood out on his side, and actually made a human voice:

"There are results.

The "magician" lady in a ladies' blouse and a long brown dress sighed and said with a little eagerness:

"Give me the information and I'll make sure.

The big golden retriever didn't speak, and his eyes became dark.

After a few seconds, Ms. "Magician" took a few steps forward, allowing a little bit of starlight to appear around her.

It was like the reflection of the vast starry sky on the ground.

The bright and miniature stars spun rapidly, giving a revelation.

After the "magician" lady finished reading, she directly opened the illusory door hidden in the darkness and disappeared in place.

That is, in more than ten seconds, she reappeared and said to the golden retriever dog:

"The street to which the astrological results point has no target."

"Misguided?" The Golden Retriever asked again in a female voice.

The "magician" lady nodded, hooked the corners of her mouth and said:

"But it also proves that what you see is the goal.

As soon as she finished speaking, the figure of the "righteous" lady wearing a long skirt with a white background and green edges quickly sketched out.

"Where did you just go?" "Magician" asked, confused.

The "Justice" lady replied in a soft voice:

"Go and plant a hint to those dreams who want to chase the bread of human blood, tell them, this weekend, Fool

The pharmaceutical company will do a free clinic in the parish of memorial to provide free treatment and medicines. ”

"When did you plan to do a free clinic?" "Magician" asked subconsciously.

The "Justice" lady smiled slightly:

Tomorrow.

"I'll sponsor it."

Six o'clock in the morning, Golden Rooster Hotel, room 207.

Naturally, Lumian woke up from his dream and washed up.

Before he could decide what to eat this morning, he saw the "doll" messenger appear and drop a letter.

Lumian unfolded the letter with a little confusion and saw a portrait.

Next to the portrait is the handwriting of the "magician" lady:

"This should be what 'I have a friend' looks like, and we will mobilize all licensees in Trier to find him, including you.