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Yunxiao deliberately slowed down the speed by half, and pulled away from the front car.
Professor Lin said with a serious look: "I guess there may be cults in the province. I went to see a friend before class. He said that at least eight villages were found to have mites. The province is humid and mountainous. The locusts are secretly raised and hard to find."
“Is it all cloud people?” Lin Mumu remembered that the few people he met today were Yun people.
Professor Lin shook his head: "The majority of the Han people are probably related to foreign terrorist organizations.
I did not expect that they actually invited the descendants of the country, and there may be local teachers.
I have to stay in Yunyun for a while and investigate this matter. ”
"I am with you." Lin Mumu worried about the safety of Professor Lin.
"What do you want? You are not your teacher?" Professor Lin did not swear to refuse:
"Stop it, this kind of thing is done by young people. I will let your brothers cooperate with them."
They naturally refer to the team of the clouds.
"Yeah. Thank you." Yunxiao drove the car, his brow was a bit locked.
Professor Lin began to educate apprentices:
"These dangerous things, let your brother and Yunxiao do it, the girls have to dress up and read more."
"Oh." More reading, Lin Mumu agrees, what kind of ghost is it?
Between the old Taoist priests and the face, Lin Mumu still doesn't talk to him, just plug the sorrel into his mouth.
"Master, you taste, Yun Province specialty."
"Do you think I haven't eaten it? It's not the first time to deal with the guy who plays the bugs!"
Professor Lin hated to open his mouth and took over the sour horns that Lin Mumu handed over.
Oh, that acid, tastes good.
Professor Lin licked his mouth and reached out and took a few sour horns from Lin Mumu. It was also badly stripped of two sour horns into a small, confusing mouth.
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