Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

"Ahhh

Covering his wounds, Liu Yu roared in pain. His eyes stared at Wen Fan in the distance, and his eyes were about to split.

"Impossible!" Liu Yu gritted his teeth and roared, "How could you be here!" Wen

Fan ignored him, tested Lin Lao's snort, and found that there was still a faint breath, and immediately relieved himself.

took out two bottles of healing potion from his pocket and poured them into Lin Lao's mouth without saying anything.

Lin Lao passively swallowed the healing potion and lost consciousness.

"Poof!"

After the two bottles of healing potion were drunk, Lin Lao violently spewed out a large mouthful of blood as if he had come back to life.

The wounds on the skin of the body quickly scabbed over, and the wounds on the broken limbs were gradually repaired, but the missing parts could not grow back, and only the wounds could be repaired.

Boss Lin, who came back to his breath, gasped, looked ahead blankly with empty eyes, and asked weakly, "Yes... Is it Wen Boy?"

Lin Lao's injuries were too serious, and the two bottles of enhanced healing potions could only restore Lin

Lao's injuries for 6 percent.

Wen Fan looked at Old Man Lin's miserable appearance and nodded heavily: "Well, Old Lin, I'm here."

Old man Lin didn't have time to calm his breathing, and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry, run, go find Zuo Huaibi, find your grandfather!"

Wen Fan turned his head to look at Liu Yu, who was pressing step by step, gritted his teeth and sighed: "It's too late."

Liu Yu walked up to the two with his broken arm covered, looked at the old man Lin who was recovering from his injuries in shock, and then looked at the empty glass bottle beside Wen Fan, and squinted.

"Boy, where did you get this potion?" Liu Yu was surprised, he didn't perceive any mana fluctuations, from Wen Fan falling from the sky, to cutting off his arm with a lightsaber, to the magical potion, there was not the slightest mana fluctuation.

Normally, most of the items made by the creator rely on the magic crystal nucleus to provide energy, and in order to maximize the energy of the magic crystal nucleus, a mage is needed to engrave the circuit. This process is bound to produce mana fluctuations.

And all of Wen Fan's props did not fluctuate by half a cent of mana, which made Liu Yu puzzled.

Wen Fan didn't answer, stood up and blocked Old Man Lin behind him, took out the shield of the American team from his pocket, put it on his left arm, held a blue lightsaber in his other hand, held a shield in his left hand, held a sword in his right hand, had a combat power detector on his face, and a bamboo dragonfly on his head.

Although his appearance is a little funny, his eyes are firm, and he is obviously desperate to protect Lin Lao.

Liu Yu knew very well that the reason why he was deflated was simply because he didn't perceive the fluctuation of mana and was sneak attacked, and now face to face, Liu Yu didn't know how he could lose.

Without rushing to make a move, Liu Yu asked the question again: "Why did you appear here!"

Wen Fan naturally knew that Liu Yu was referring to the director of the Demon Supervision Bureau, and he was now playing with mud in that mirror world.

At that time, Wen Fan was floating comfortably in the mirror world, and Zhang Shen and his little follower were thinking about how to take Wen Fan out of the mirror world.

After trying for a long time, reaching out and dragging it will slide away, and the spell control can't be pushed out even if it reaches the exit.

Just when the two of them were tired and out of breath and at a loss, Wen Fan suddenly found that the effect of the slippery lotion had disappeared.

The effect lasted about 1 hour, and this hour also gave Wen Fan a chance.

When he found that the effect of the lotion was gone, Wen Fan remained silent and took out a memory eraser and sunglasses from his pocket and put them on himself.

Zhang Shen and his little followers didn't make any moves after bringing Wen Fan to the park, and they also figured out that Wen Fan's slippery state must be time-limited, so they planned to wait for the time limit to expire before they started.

The first to notice the abnormality was the little follower, who looked up at Wen Fan and was surprised to find that Wen Fan was grinning at the two of them with sunglasses.

"Bureau... Director, he, you look at him.

Zhang Shen looked at Wen Fan, and also found that Wen Fan was wearing sunglasses and smiling at the two of them with a metal rod in his hand, feeling a little bad, and hurriedly wanted to cast a spell.

But it was too late.

Wen Fan pressed the switch, and the whole world flashed with a burst of light.

"Huh!"

Losing the blessing of the levitation technique, Wen Fan fell to the ground with his buttocks.

Putting away the amnestic with a durability of 0, rubbing his ass and standing up, looking at the two of them with a sluggish expression, Wen Fan really wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

This time, he transferred it for 30 years. In other words, all the memories of these two people in 30 years have disappeared.

And the two look like they are 35 or 6 years old, and Wen Fan feels that he has left a mercy.

The two of them looked at Wen Fan with dull eyes, and an ignorant question mark appeared on their big heads.

Wen Fan said solemnly to the two: "Mom and Dad don't want you!"

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Zhang Shen and the little follower looked at Wen Fan's departing back, and glanced at each other again, both of them seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

"Wow!" and cried.

Especially the little follower, crying is called a pitiful, and Zhang Shen seems to be relatively strong in early childhood, although weak, helpless and pitiful, but he still patted the little follower's shoulder and comforted: "Don't cry, that uncle must be a liar, Mom and Dad will definitely come to pick us up." My name is Zhang Shen, what's your name?"

the attendant sat on the ground and cried, rubbing his eyes and crying. Choked up: "I.... My name is Gao Qing!"

Listening to the movement behind him, Wen Fan was shocked, the amnestic was terrifying, even the blue-robed mage was not spared.

Looking at the metal rod in his hand, Wen Fan shuddered. It's easy to use, but it's no longer used, and the durability is zero.

I was hesitating whether to change another one to defend myself, and a question suddenly came to mind.

"The director of the Demon Supervision Bureau has lost his memory, why hasn't this world been restored?"

Wen Fan looked at this world where everything was opposite, silent, obviously still in the mirror world.

"I'm grass!" Wen Fan thought of another question: "Won't the exit be gone!"

Looking around for exits, including the space that he rubbed several times, there was no exit left.

"I won't lock them in this space, will I!" Looking at the two who were comforting each other not far away, Wen Fan was a little pessimistic.

With the mentality of giving it a try, Wen Fan walked towards Zhang Shen and Gao Qing of the adult body and child's heart. Looking at the extremely uncoordinated two, Wen Fan squeezed out a smile: "Little friend

?" Zhang Shen's eyes were red, and he looked at Wen Fan vigilantly: "Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

The corners of Wen Fan's mouth twitched, and a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard asked himself with red eyes,

which made Wen Fan uncomfortable.

"Do you know

magic?" Zhang

Shen tilted his head: "Magic?"

Gao Qing, who was wearing a sundress, stopped crying when he heard magic, and happily rushed to the two of them, raised his hand and said excitedly: "I will! I will!"

Wen Fan's eyes lit up: "Oh?

Gao Qing nodded heavily, raised his hands, and shouted into the air: "Ha!"

Nothing happened.

Wen Fan was full of question marks.

Gao Qing scratched his head: "Oops, oh, oh, buy ga! How did the magic fail!" "

I'll fuck you!" Wen Fan couldn't help but scold.

The main scene is too spicy to the eyes, a greasy middle-aged man in his 30s, wearing a sundress, exposing his belly, and armpit hair, selling cuteness here, this impact is too powerful, Rao is Wen Fan has two lifetimes of memories, and he still can't stand the smell.

"It's too rushed! The taste is too rushed!" Wen Fan tilted his head, unable to bear to look at it.

Gao Qing was very aggrieved, tugging at his skirt, his eyes were red, and he didn't know why he was scolded.

Wen Fan tried many methods one after another, inducing the two to release magic, but they all found nothing.