American Comics' Spear Bureau Special Service Team

"Why are you crying?"

Chu Ling looked at the crying Xiao Jiu in front of him and felt a little uncomfortable. On the one hand, he wanted to suppress the side effects caused by the failure of the power, but on the other hand, he was really reluctant to give up.

When the other party first arrived at the base, she was hiding alone and crying alone. This made Chu Ling so compassionate that he continued to take care of her.

"It wasn't because of you that I couldn't bear to leave Xiaomi." Xiaojiu sniffed. At this time, they were already at the Hong Kong Airport, and the next step was to take a plane to different destinations.

Xiao Jiu will be sent to the Magic City to find her parents, while Chu Ling and the little guy will go with Zheng Xian to a place called the Seven Capitals of Heaven.

Zheng Xian did not explain the specific matter to him in detail, but Chu Ling knew that he went there to learn the use of Qi.

The Mandarin had taught him, but the Mandarin himself learned art, that is, magic. Although he knew how to be angry, what he taught Chu Ling was not very good.

"Xiao Mi, do you want to go with your sister?"

The little guy who was originally held in Xiao Jiu's arms suddenly paused with his little hand wiping Xiao Jiu's tears, then turned his back to Chu Ling and opened his hands: "Brother, hug."

"I'm so angry." Xiaojiu became even more sad.

Chu Ling hugged the little guy and looked at Xiao Jiu: "It's not like we can't meet each other in the future, why are you doing this?"

Xiaojiu secretly looked at the adults who were waiting for the little guy to say goodbye. He continued to sniff: "Chu Ling, you are an idiot."

"You're an idiot." Although his body has grown up a little, his mind is still childish, but he is still much more mature than ordinary children.

Xiao Jiu stared at Chu Ling aggrievedly, but she couldn't explain clearly to him. She wasn't sure whether she could find her parents this time, and even if she found their home, she would still move away.

This is the characteristic of the Inhumans living in ordinary people's families. They are afraid of being known by ordinary people. In fact, Xiao Jiu is already thinking about whether he will find a way to escape after arriving in the magic city, so this farewell may not see him again. Not here.

"Don't worry, I will go find you in the future." Chu Ling looked at the other person like this, but still spoke to comfort him. He thought that after he finished studying, he should be able to overcome his eager appetite for Xiao Jiu.

“What should I do if I can’t be found?”

"How is that possible? Okay, let's go quickly. You have to board the plane." Chu Ling said goodbye again.

Xiaojiu looked at the little guy again and stretched out his hands: "Would you like to go with your sister?"

The little guy who originally raised his hands to say goodbye immediately buried his head in Chu Ling's arms.

"The little bad guy is just like the big bad guy." Xiao Jiu pouted, then slowly walked back, then turned around and walked towards the staff who was about to send her away. However, after taking a few steps, she turned back: "Idiot Jierou, from now on I will let you see me, and you must not fail to recognize me."

"Ah, how is that possible? Let's go quickly." Chu Ling felt tired from suppressing him and wanted to pounce on him again.

The little guy in his arms raised his head and said with tears in his eyes: "Sister..."

"Okay, sister, go to the Magic City. It's a big city like here. We will go to a better place." Chu Ling comforted the little guy and looked at the figure who disappeared on the plane through the ticket gate.

The little guy buried his head in his arms again. In Hong Kong these few days, the little guys had a lot of fun, including Erica.

"Okay, we're ready to go."

"Okay, uncle." Chu Ling raised his arms, put on his backpack, then hugged the little guy and followed Zheng Xian. Now that the title has been changed, Mr. Zheng started calling him grandpa. Otherwise, he couldn't call Zheng Xian in front of him brother. Bar

After taking a few steps, Chu Ling turned the little guy in another direction: "See you again, Sister Erica."

The little guy looked away and immediately turned his head away, continuing to bury himself in his shoulder.

Chu Ling smiled awkwardly, then smiled at Erica who was looking here not far away, and then stretched out his hand and waved it.

The other party just nodded. Chu Ling glanced at the blind man wearing sunglasses next to Erica, and then looked away.

He was more worried about Erica than Xiaojiu. He felt the murderous intention towards Erica from the old blind man, but it seemed to be much weaker today. It should be said that he only felt this after a group of children played in Disney that day. Hostility has dropped significantly.

The old man seemed to notice Chu Ling's gaze and turned his head. He immediately turned away. Sometimes he really doubted whether the other party was blind, but he didn't care about him. Anyway, he handed the small note to Erica. Let her be careful herself.

Chu Ling, who followed Zheng Xian to other boarding gates, did not notice the old blind man next to Erica. His head kept moving with him. His right hand touched the wrist of his left hand. There was a bracelet made of paper. It looked like So rough.

The head wearing sunglasses moved towards Erica next to him, as if the eyes under the sunglasses were normal.

Erica quickly looked away from Chu Ling's direction and sat up straight in a serious manner.

"Hey..." The old blind man sighed.

Erica glanced at him, then continued to sit still.

. . . . . .

"Metropolis"

When Chu Ling asked his sister in his arms, he no longer knew how to answer. He had no expectations since he got off the plane and changed cars constantly. However, the little guy stayed in Hong Kong for three days. She was dazzled, curious about everything and wanted to play everything. Of course, the game console where she lived was what fascinated her the most.

Can you imagine a little kid under 2 years old sitting in front of the TV and playing PS in a serious manner?

At this time, the little one was covering her head with both hands: "Guangguang, the baby doesn't want it."

Chu Ling swallowed again and looked at a group of bald heads practicing martial arts in the square in front. They held the little guy with one hand and touched his head with the other hand. They were going to become monks.

Uncle Zheng Xian walked away to find his master.

"The baby doesn't like it." The little guy put his head in Chu Ling's arms and wandered around.

Chu Ling didn't like it either. It was on an isolated island, but now it's deep in the mountains. But at least the island still has modern equipment, and there's no shortage of TVs and other entertainment facilities. What does it mean to be here now? It's back to ancient times. The ascetic in front of me is Chu Ling, who has learned this word, should remain skeptical.

"You two are from outside."

Chu Ling, who was standing against the wall, suddenly heard the little boy's voice above his head and slowly turned his head to look over.

I saw a handsome little boy squatting on the wall, holding a wing of an unknown bird in his hand and chewing on it. As for why Chu Ling couldn't tell, it was because the wing looked so big, at least it was bigger than the turkey eaten in Hong Kong. The wings are several times larger.

The little guy looked at the chicken wings and swallowed his saliva.

"I want to eat" the little boy on the wall handed out the chicken wings.

The little guy nodded his head wildly.

"Haha, I won't give it."

The little boy smiled slyly and took it back.

What a naughty kid, Chu Ling looked at the teased little guy, and immediately glared at him with dissatisfaction. However, the next second, he threw his wings over, then turned over and jumped off the wall and disappeared.

"Lin Qilin~Did you go roast the crane again?"

Chu Ling held the wings and looked at a group of monks with sticks rushing out of the temple. He quickly tried to hide the chicken wings behind him, but he couldn't pull them.

The little guy in my arms has bitten on it and refuses to let go.

"Idiot, this is stolen goods."

"woo"