The activity of the remains of the Spring of Spring, and by containing it before things get worse, the evil life of the Chrysalis of Split will naturally come to an end."

After hearing this, Fan Ning raised his head. He looked at everyone with a sad look in his eyes, leaning on the dining table and asked slowly:

"what time is it now?"

"Maybe the night is falling, maybe it's approaching eight o'clock, maybe it's already midnight." The gray-haired gentleman who was very unfamiliar to Fan Ning sneered when he heard this: "But what does all this have to do with you, Fan Ning directs

?Things have to be settled one by one. After discussing the issue of the wreckage of the Origin God, we will discuss the issue of the Abnormal Zone back then. Just stay here with peace of mind..."

As he spoke, he directly raised a strange-looking dim yellow-green short-barreled firearm in his hand.

As he aimed, Fan Ning felt a cyclone with cutting power forming around him, as if with just a slight movement, bullets that could threaten spirituality would pour out of it.

"stop!"

A young, soft, yet cold voice came from behind Fan Ning.

This somewhat familiar voice made Fan Ning turn around in shock. He felt the direction of the cracked stone door in the attic again, and the smell of the purple invisible door holding the outside. He seemed to have thought of something, but he seemed to be unable to think of anything.

A small humanoid figure is hanging behind her. Its outline is entirely composed of sketch-like purple fluorescent lines. Her female figure can be vaguely recognized, but it is difficult to distinguish the details further. She seems to be holding something in her hand.

A special small wooden box.

"You actually know this monster?" The gray-haired gentleman was startled, and he shrank his hands as if his confidence was affected. The cyclone surrounding Fan Ning was instantly full of loopholes.

"Is she the one who snatched away the remains of the 'Hidden Lantern' that you kept?" He Meng stood up with a stern expression.

This time it was related to the collection of the remains of two artifacts. The Special Inspection Office attached great importance to it and sent three Insighters and more than a dozen senior investigators to cooperate inside and outside. Unexpectedly, accidents occurred one after another. Gang was seriously injured by Fan Ning, and Owen was

The action on the other side was inexplicably frustrated.

Out of the goal of at least being successful, it was a safe adjustment to change Gang to guard outside and let Owen come to join him. He had just asked a messenger to spread the news, asking Gang who was in the back of Turner Art Hall to allocate reinforcements to guard again.

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"Your whole family is a monster." The purple figure took a step forward and said coldly, "Can you find the coordinates of the wreckage of the 'Hidden Light' in the small town of Watznai? Can you suppress the false folding pollution caused by it? Take action.

You can't help but say I'm a monster?...and you still robbed me, think about what happened to you? You just came out of a box and screamed here?"

"You..." The gray-haired gentleman's face turned the color of pig liver.

Fan Ning looked at the purple figure hanging in the air and said cautiously: "You are..."

"Caron, I performed 'Sicilian Dance' with you yesterday, and you just don't recognize me?"

The purple figure's voice was softer than usual, but the reason for Fan Ning's sense of familiarity was still different from the previous cold temperament.

"You are..." Fan Ning was so surprised that he was about to speak, but the people from the Special Patrol Office were only seven or eight meters away. After he realized it, he still lowered his voice, "Qiong, is it you? Why did you come here?

!?"

"If you still want to call me by my previous name, that's fine, but..." She raised her head again and stared at everyone in the Special Patrol Hall.

"Others, I suggest you call me 'Miss Purple Bean Cake' from now on."
Chapter completed!