Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror

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Guo Sheng succeeded in being stunned by his words, and said silently: "If you don't know, you think you are praising your wife for being pretty."

Feng Chi looked at him, "So you can take Zheng Jia away now? You leave Zheng Jia alone, I can't guarantee that my employees will not do anything to him."

No matter how good it is, it's not as good as those of the four demon control boards.

Guo Sheng was speechless for a moment, shaking his hand at Feng Chi's nose, still unable to say anything, but patting his buttocks with a slap of breath.

Feng Chi watched him leave, and looked down at the mirror until his back was completely invisible.

This look was stunned.

Little Black Point hummed and hugged his face, and his face was shy. "I look really good. I'm worthy of being the person I like. I have a vision."

Feng Chi: "..."

Little Black Point rubbed the red face again, revealing a beautiful face, "Hey, I'm so embarrassed to boast."

Feng Chi: "..."

Feng Chi rubbed his eyebrows, a little funny. He said nothing wrong. In all fairness, the little black spot looks really good, especially the peach eyes, which look better than any eyes that Feng Chi has seen. It's just that, in front of others, he praises others for their good looks, and he can do this too?

Ji Huan, who was praised by Feng Chi for a while, was a little fluttering all day long, and he didn't care about what he was doing.

Song Shujing and others watched Guo Sheng leave with someone, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Leader Guo has time to come often, just come alone."

Zhuo Guang hummed twice, "I will invite Team Leader Guo to dinner then."

The staff of the demon control bureau didn't even take Zheng Jia into his eyes.

Guo Sheng was very angry and funny. He did n’t know why Song Shujing and others hated Zheng Jia so much that he even realized his hatred for Zheng Jia clearly and unabashedly. He waved at Song Shujing and Zhuo Guang, turned his head and pulled Zheng Jia whispered: "Don't mind, they are all spoiled by Feng Chi, no one can look down on it."

That's right. The boss of the Demon Administration Bureau, Feng Chi, is completely unlike the division of the management of his people, and the class is distinct. The demon control board is more like a big family than a place of work.

As long as Song Shujing and others do not overdo it, Feng Chi will not interfere.

Those who can enter the Demon Management Bureau are big demon, and they still retain their temperaments. They ca n’t be worn away for thousands of years. It is better to let them do their best.

Guo Sheng also said: "Feng Chi's bad temper, said one thing. But there is indeed no shortage of manpower in the Demon Administration Bureau. Don't look at their small number of people. Their abilities are top-notch. You can't enter the Demon Administration Bureau. The ministry enters casually. "

Guo Sheng was also explaining this to Zheng Jia.

Zheng Jia smiled slightly, "I know, Uncle Guo. If Uncle Guo doesn't dislike it, it would be better for me to come to you. This is my honor."

Guo Sheng listened to the words beautifully. The child had a good heart and could speak. I don't know why Feng Chi's guy can't look down on it?

Instead, let him pick up cheap.

Guo Sheng took him by the shoulder and brought him back to Linshi.

After saying goodbye to Guo Sheng, Zheng Jiao snorted, turned his head and called someone, "Staring at Fengfeng."

What kind of stuff really takes himself seriously.

In the evening, Ji Huan took advantage of Feng Chi to fall asleep, carefully tiptoed through the bed, and climbed to the window sill. In fact, Ji Huan wanted to secretly sleep on Feng Chi's bed like last time. Feng Chi's quilt was so soft that he could not wait to bury himself in it. But he was also worried that he slept like a pig, and if he turned over late and found his leg next to something, he opened his eyes-oh, it was exposed.

Ji Huan could only try to jump on the window sill at a time, his movements were careful and suppressed. When he finally climbed the window sill, he let out a sigh of relief and opened his limbs to relax and practice. As everyone knows, the person in the bed opened his eyes in the dark night, and there was a little helplessness in his eyes.

Where is the confidence in this little black spot that he can't find?

Of course, hearing the comfortable humming sound from the little black spot, Feng Chi still closed his eyes and slept quietly as he wished.

The next morning, Feng Chi opened his eyes and glanced at the window sill. The small mirror lay quietly in a horizontal position, and the little black spot slept darkly, and the black pajamas lifted 7 pieces, revealing a thin waist that was almost white.

Seal the amount of late support.

The man leaning against the bed looked at the small mirror for a while, and finally waved his hand. As if the wind gently lifted the small mirror, and gently placed him on the table. When Ji Huan woke up, his face was confused.

The bedroom was empty and there was no sound. He straightened up quickly and carefully looked around the bedroom without seeing Feng Chi. Immediately afterwards, he stared at the large bed not far away.

Last night ... didn't he go to the window sill? Why are you back on the table now?

Did you come back from midnight sleepwalking?

Okay, it seems not impossible, right?

Ji Huan scratched his chin and looked tangledly at the position of the window sill. All day long, he was a little uneasy. Feng Chi must have gone to work. If he hadn't had Feng Chi before, he must have been leaping around in this house. But today is a little different. As soon as Ji Huan calms down, he thinks that he did n’t lie on the window sill as he did last night.

Nervous and nervous.

He jumped on the bed that was too late to lie down, and the soft bedding didn't give him much comfort. Ji Huan raised his head and looked at the ceiling and sighed.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Chi finally returned home. But Feng Chi behaved very calmly throughout, as if he didn't notice the small mirror on the table. Ji Huan sat cross-legged on the ground, and saw Feng Chi walked past him with long legs, as if he didn't exist.

Sure enough, he is a big brother, and he doesn't care about him as a baby.

Apart from the sadness, Ji Huan was relieved.

It seems that he did return by himself last night. It must have been that he had been hinting in his heart during the day that he would return to the table so that Feng Chi could not find out, so he ran back when he slept at night.

Ji Huan hasn't done this before.

Before wearing the book, Ji Huan put the phone under the pillow when he went to bed at night, but when he woke up the next day, the phone would often appear on the right side of the pillow. Waking up in the middle of the night to take a look at the mobile phone and just plugging it everywhere led to such a result.

Normally normal, he thought too much.

Ji Huan's Gu Zi's hum, he successfully convinced himself in his heart.

In the early morning, it was supposed to be a busy and lively street in Hebei Street, but today the atmosphere is extremely depressed. Song Shujing and others stood at the gate of the Demon Administration Bureau, their eyes cold, and frost between their eyes.

There are small shops of ordinary humans around the demon bureau, and breakfast stalls, small restaurants, and tea houses are all available. At the moment, the humble little food truck made of tricycle fell to the ground and seemed to be pressed by heavy objects, and half of the body became a pile of scrap iron. The doors of the tea house and the small restaurant are broken, and the old yellowed wall has broken a few large holes, revealing a terrible outline.

The owner of the tea house and the small restaurant were close together, and his face was full of distress, "This ... what the **** is going on! It was good when I walked past ten o'clock last night, and it suddenly became That's it! Oh, what can I do about it? "

The residents on the old street next to them quickly comforted, "Come on, Chen Bo, we just called the police station. The police will be able to find the red guy who is doing bad things."

The black Maybach stopped not far away, and Song Shujing saw Feng Chi coming off the car at a glance. Immediately holding her newly bought Hermes small bag and ran over the heels, "Boss, something happened!"

Feng Chi's eyes fell on the tragic houses on both sides of the Demon Administration Bureau, whispering: "Go in and say."

Inside the monster management board, Feng Chi was sitting on the sofa, and Song Shujing was holding a note. You ca n’t get in the enchantment you laid. So ... it ’s possible to take the air next door. "

Zhuo Guang yelled, "I just went in and looked at it. There was a big footprint in it. I took a picture."

Zhuo Guang said, immediately took out his phone and placed the photo in front of Feng Chi. Feng Chi frowned with only one glance. "This is the footprints."

Song Shujing and others qiled ah-ah.

"漼 杌? Isn't there only one left in this world? And it's still in Linshi, why is it suddenly here? Boss, are you wrong?"

Feng Chi's expression was cold, "Yes, I called Guo Sheng. Did the human police come?"

Song Shujing: "Not yet, but it should arrive soon."

Feng Chi nodded, turned and walked out of the demon control bureau.

The small restaurant and teahouse next to the demon control bureau have been open for decades. Most of the guests are residents of the old street, and some come here. The owner of the small restaurant is an old man in his fifties. Everyone calls him Chen Bo. Chen Bo is quite old and has no children. He supports poor students from time to time. A few days ago, Song Shujing said in a small chat that an unsupported child of Chen Bo was seriously ill, and Chen Bo donated all the remaining money.

Such a person should have had a life-long success with immense merits.

But now he sits on the ground choking with tears.

"Xiao Jing's child has to have surgery. I still want to recruit more business recently and get off work late every day. What can I do now ..."

The people around scrambled to help them up, and it happened that at this time, the police whistle sounded, and the police came. The headed police officer saw Feng Chi standing outside the crowd for a moment.

The monster is hidden in the world, but the monster and the human are not clearly distinguished. The demon world and humans are also connected. There is a special organization on the human side to contact the demon world and discuss various matters together. In addition to this organization, some departments are aware of the existence of the demon world.

This police officer is.

He walked quickly to Feng Chi, and Feng Chi whispered something to him, and the police officer nodded again and again. A minute later, the police officer walked to Chen Bo and others and helped Chen Bo say: "Old man, don't worry, let this matter be given to us by the police. We will help you find the bastard. By the way, I heard that your child is sick Surgery? Do n’t worry, we are there. ”

Seeing Chen Bo's emotions gradually calm down, Feng Chi returned to the demon administration. The door of the office opened a crack, and when Feng Chiwang went in, he saw a small mirror lying in the window staring at the noise outside.

The small mirror leaned diagonally on the window sill, trying to extend his neck and look out. When Feng Chi got out of the car, he quietly stuck his head out of Feng Chi's clothes pocket and saw the damaged restaurant, but he only retracted it after only two seconds, fearing that Feng Chi might find out.

At this time Feng Feng is late to deal with things, the entire office is his!

Looking through the window here, you can see the corner of the restaurant, and you can also see the police uncle bowing his head to comfort the old man. Ji Huan sighed, suddenly top-heavy, and with a scream, the whole body directly over the window sill and hit the concrete floor outside.

哐 当-

Snapped--

The two loud noises and the pain on his body made Ji Huan's head dizzy. He got up from the ground and wailed while covering his head.

"it hurts……"

If he were a person, his head fell over on the ground, and his head was broken in half.

Feng Chi stood at the door and watched the mirror accidentally flipped down the window sill and screamed, his mouth twitching.

Before Feng Chi felt that there was a problem with this mirror, there might be some unspeakable purpose in his presence. Now, he decided to apologize to Xiao Jing for his thoughts.

Stupid, there is really no undercover ability beside him.

But Feng Chi didn't walk in, just leaning on the wall and looking at the small mirror while muttering ‘It hurts’, ‘It hurts’, ‘The brain is about to break,’ while jumping out from the outside.

The small mirror had no feet, and could only rely on its bulging body to hit it like a small shell.

Seven or eight times back and forth, the little mirror finally borrowed the window sill and Duang reached the floor. However, he stopped the car for a while and rolled several times on the floor.

Ji Huan was slammed into a sore body, his head was up and dizzy. There were several voices outside.

"What happened to the boss's office? Did you hear the voice ?!"

"Aren't I a thief?"

"Will you go in and see?"

Ji Huan didn't care about his head for a moment, and his **** rolled up on the table and pretended to die.

Mom, it's too hard to make a mirror.

The author has something to say: Ji Huan: It's so hard to make a mirror, so hard to cover a vest.

Feng Chi: Obviously discovered the secret of the small mirror, but still have to help him cover his waistcoat as if he didn't find it, so hard.