On the first floor of the General Administration of Supernatural Special Security, the prisoner Peng Hui was handed over to the staff of the judiciary department. The team members saw the feelings of encouragement and praise in the eyes of their colleagues with satisfaction, and finally recovered a little of the confidence that was broken into pieces under the hands of the minister.

When I returned to the 33rd floor, the General Office of the Spirit Law Enforcement Department was only one hour away from get off work, but the other assistants were still busy. The leader of the third group Taozi happened to pass the elevator, raised his hand to greet them, waved the peach blossom petals all over the sky, and covered them with an aria: "It seems that the Minister, Assistant Lin and the dear field team members have caught another vicious prisoner. Your murderous aura scared all my flowers, but it is just right for you to baptize your victory..."

What do you mean by this... Fei Rong sneezed and said, "Although I don't know if we have a strong murderous aura, if you sprinkle peaches, you will be bald."

"..." Taozi was silent for a moment, then screamed and rushed to the bathroom with her head in her arms. It seemed that she was going to look in the mirror to see the amount of hair.

Vonia walked out of her own office and tweeted, "Don't say, you are really murderous. Have you used a big killer move to catch people in the commercial center? Don't scare other weak-hearted civilian officials."

"..." Feng Rong slapped the petals on her shoulder expressionlessly, then looked at the scene of spells flying all over the office area, and then looked at the assistants who looked accustomed to it. She had no idea where the clerks in Vonya were nervous.

Vonia shrugged, "Okay, Minister, don't joke anymore. The director summoned you an hour ago, saying that he would come over immediately after you come back."

"Yes." Feng Rong nodded to show that he knew, and gave Lin Yingkong the gun on his body, saying, "The field team, let's have a meal first."

Lin Yingkong took his gun and said softly: "I'll deal with the follow-up of Peng Hui's case first. When you come back, Minister, we will go to the cafeteria together."

Feng Rong responded irresistiblely, and then entered the elevator again. Lin Yingkong kept watching him until the elevator door closed. Then he glanced at the members of the field team of the General Office who were still in place. The soft voice seemed to have not changed much from what he had just said: "Are you happy watching?"

"..." The answer was to be happy or not, and the field team of the General Office immediately dispersed birds and beasts with nothing to do.

Vonia didn't leave, but shook her head helplessly, "I really don't know how you and the minister led it. Everyone in the field team is getting weirder and weirder."

"Is it?" Lin Yingkong's stance was not about his own affairs. "It's just human nature, what does it have to do with the minister and me?"

Vonia glanced at him quietly, "Isn't there an old saying in the Celestial Empire? Any kind of master will have any kind of subordinates."

Is she trying to express that things look like the shape of the owner? Lin Yingkong said that it was too unlovable to have such a group of pets, so he smiled and thoughtfully said: "When you say this, it seems that you should throw them away for training..."

Vonia was alert, "How to hone?" Although she expressed her unbearable look at the style of the field team of the General Office, when they faced the threat of life - yes, it was a threat of life -, Vonia still had to stand up when the minister was away.

Lin Yingkong looked at her with a look of pride, "Isn't this month a job adjustment? How can I hone them?" The director of the Ling Security Bureau called the minister over. I guess the matter he had guessed before should be implemented.

After Lin Yingkong returned to the office with a thoughtful look, Vonia thought about his words several times, feeling that according to Lin Yingkong's respect for the minister, he could not have falsely passed the imperial edict. So she waved her hand and recruited the other six members of the field team of the General Office and whispered: "Ahem, we send a message to our friends. It is estimated that the Minister and Assistant Lin may have to throw you to the most remote branch to hone. You must be mentally prepared."

According to the convention of the Ling Law Enforcement Department, when you want to temper people, don’t you just put them to the most dangerous place to sag and get angry. Wait until they get smooth and steady enough, and then transfer them back? The minister took these team members and didn’t run down much, so they grew more and more crooked... But then again, what happened to the people in the field team of the General Office, who looked like the sky was falling and the ground was sunken? Isn’t it just a few months on a business trip?

Vonia looked at Zhu Mengtian and others who had already petrified and had begun to weather in confusion, and deeply felt that there was an essential difference between the brain circuits of her and the Easterners.

The elevator stopped on the top floor of the headquarters building of the Supernatural Special Security Bureau. After scanning the authority of the badge, the elevator door slowly opened. In front of Fengrong was a corridor about ten meters long. At the end of the corridor was a gate of an ancient building. The door was engraved with patterns of a winged tiger flying into the sky. When Fengrong walked to the door, the door had quietly opened.

Behind the door is a space where people suddenly feel the time and space are confused as soon as they enter. The screen embroidered on the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges, the hollowed-out gilt incense burning agarwood, the white gauze lies on the ground, the beauty of yellow pear wood, a man in white robe lies half lying on the couch. The white gauze on his outer cover is soft on the floor, his waist-length hair is raised with a jade crown, and the green jade pendant is hanging on his waist, looking like a young master of the turbid world in the water town of Jiangnan. At this time, the man was reading carefully with a book. I don’t know if he saw the rise. The corners of his mouth were curled up, and his eyebrows and eyes were naturally relaxed, making the already beautiful and romantic posture more sparse and close, and the pressure and sharpness of the Fengrong completely present a polarized state.

Feng Rong's dress was incompatible with the space and the man in white in front of him, but he didn't care at all. He casually dragged a chair and sat down, and then patiently looked at the man in white in white - the founder and current director of the Ling Security Bureau, the God of War in the Heavenly Realm, the God of White Tiger, and Bai Congqiu.

Speaking of Bai Congqiu, people in the supernatural world think he is elusive. He said he likes power. Even the Lord of the Heavenly Realm is humble. Why bother to work hard to build a spiritual security bureau? And he is not in charge of the affairs? He said he likes fighting. Since the founding of the Spiritual Security Bureau, he has pretended to be a dog-headed military advisor with a handsome face. He said he likes glory. Since he has acted as a military advisor, he must have retreated behind the scenes. The ministers of the Five Departments are standing in front of him, and the lords of all walks of life may not be able to see him. So there are many legends about him, but the real situation is confusing and no one knows it.

After turning another page, Bai Congqiu put down the book, stretched out and said, "Little Lamb, it's really not easy to find you."

After silence, Feng Rong decided to start completely blocking the nickname of the White Tiger God, and said without comment: "If you don't secretly break the phone you assigned to you last time in the bureau, it will be easy to find me."

Bai Congqiu held his chin in distress, "But that thing is so noisy. When the phone calls came, I stomped it and broke it when I got angry."

Most of the creatures in the supernatural world are divided into two factions. The traditional factions still follow the old habits, ancient clothes and antiques, and the way of contact and fighting are similar to those in the past. However, the number of modern factions is even larger. Many creatures live a life similar to that in the human world. They combine refrigerators, air conditioners, mobile phones and spells, and weapons are converted into spiritual power. There is no need to explain the various conveniences... The two factions have no disputes, but Bai Congqiu is a modernist idea and the style of the traditional faction. He strongly advocates the use of technology and spiritual energy in the spiritual security bureau, which is like a magical and technological society, but he cannot see those modern things himself, so Feng Rong gave Lin Yingkong the gun he carried with him just now, but Bai Congqiu is lazy. He would rather float to the office of the Ling Law Enforcement Department in white to find someone than to use the messenger talisman. It really makes people wonder what to say.

Feng Rong didn't bother him about this unsolvable matter. After filtering some of the recent major events in his mind, he asked, "What's the reason why the God Lord came to me?"

"Didn't you keep saying that I'm Congqiu, why did you change it back? Are you so obedient and obedient?" Bai Congqiu glanced at him, spread his five fingers, and a bright red invitation on the desk not far away fell on his hand.

"Yingkong said that it would affect your image if you were too casual," In fact, Feng Rong rarely paid attention to these things, but Lin Yingkong said it seriously, so he wrote it down. Moreover, he and Bai Congqiu do not meet often. At this time, he cared more about the invitations in Bai Congqiu's hand. After a look, he realized: "It's the summer competition this year."

Unexpectedly, Bai Congqiu suddenly turned over and sat up, saying, "Little Lam, you are not an unspoken person, why do you listen to that little guy so much?" It's not okay to call a name. Isn't he just jealous of me getting close to you?

Feng Rong said in a little puzzled manner: "It's just a small matter." In his opinion, isn't one of the functions of the creatures like assistant to help him deal with some small matters that he didn't notice?

Bai Congqiu felt stomachache, "If you accumulate too many small things, you will become a big deal."

The two have known each other for eight or nine years. Feng Rong rarely saw him so angry at anyone. He couldn't help but wonder. He couldn't help asking a question that had been hidden for a long time: "Why don't Yingkong like you?" He always felt that his assistant was gentle and kind. In the Lingsafe Bureau, he could be said to be invincible with a smile on his face, but the White Tiger God has been glaring at him since he met Lin Yingkong six years ago. Feng Rong dealt with it several times, but still had no results.

Bai Congqiu looked horrified, "Do you like him very much?"
Chapter completed!