Chapter 689 Ch688 Blade Lady

Chapter 689 CH.688 Ms.

"... Why do you always encounter such a thing?"

"Maybe I am a cult in my back. All the cases I encountered were done by me."

Feranders glanced at Roland: "You're best. At that time, I will twist your head down and stuff it into*."

Executives' mantra is mostly: twist your head.

Following their trial chief.

"So, Xiandel is waiting for the crow?" Feranden frowned: "The crow seems to have dealt with a case and go to the far place. He can't go back."

"Maybe to ask the bishop."

"Yeah…"

Ferandez thought about it: "If Semidel Clarotova takes over, I don't have to entrust friends. You know that those who are interested in" organ learning "are usually from" Yong Ji "The ring of" —— not so many 'strange leaves' in the trial court. "

Fernesdus must irony the crow to find a chance, whether others are present.

Roland is used to it.

"Moreover, your judgment is correct."

The captain eased his tone and exaggerated Roland.

"Organology" is indeed proficient in anatomy. To some extent, it can be regarded as a great technique that knows the human body the most. However, I think, if the bishop shot, only a high -loop "saints" were sent out, and a doctor who would use pliers, dumplings, and needle threads could solve it ... "

Ferandez was repeatedly thoughtful and finally let go.

Crantifer's last name has the power to solve the trouble.

"Think about the college, Roland. This is a big problem. The mixed boys have spread that stuff everywhere ..."

The most headache is.

What to deal with these 'children'-

The executives shouted the ‘cult’, and it was not a big deal to burn a sailor or female worker.

Even if they bring their family and children.

But the scope involved in the current case has exceeded the "incineration" scale of the executive officer -they cannot rush into the college with their brothers and siblings, and they have more than a dozen (or more) children, tied them to the shelf to burn to burn the shelf burning. die.

Fernesdus didn't want to cause trouble for Enid because of this.

There is no doubt.

Whenever they dare to do this, the secret party or church's old mule dares to help the flames, allowing ignorant citizens to open another "great and justice" parade.

At that time, not only Inchen, the one they rely on will be unlucky.

Fernesdus scrambled to put on a jacket, the wind came out, and went straight to the judge's office ...

A few minutes later, they came back like again.

With a big face.

Roland made a cup of coffee for himself, smiling and asking what he was.

"... Lord Inid said, let us rush in and twist their heads one by one."

"Good idea."

"Good one-" Ferandez repeatedly endured, after all, he dared not blame the lady who often interrupted the hands and feet, and glanced at the coffee in Roland's hands. "Do you still have a mood to drink?"

"Inside does not care about this kind of trivial matter, Mr. Dwinsen, a mature captain should decide."

"You'd better call her Eiti 'adults'."

Ferandez warned Roland, if he was so unscrupulous, he would break his hands and feet without crying one day.

"I will never know."

"Ha, I'm waiting to see you day."

He sneered, his eyes swept to the closed door, and his eyebrows were squeezed: "Delz didn't give you a letter?"

"You two really don't care about those people's life."

"Miss Delos may be very--"

Roland was indifferent and asked suddenly.

"Ferandez."

"Um?"

"Deloz Fengseka seems to have said, she is at the queen college, isn't it?"

Ferandez stunned and shook his head: "I don't remember."

"In front of you, Ferandez, you can't hear it."

Ferandez remembers what Gilce likes to eat, what to drink, what flowers like, what color skirts, and what style of jewelry -and her size.

School?

What does it have to do with him.

"Just remember."

Ferandez moved his eyes and scratched his cheeks without embarrassment: "In short, we have to think of a way and check them one by one ... You said, directly, how about it?"

"Reason?"

"Examiner routine inspection."

"Do you think those old learning will let us go in?"

Ferandez is a little irritable: "Then you have to act first. Roland, this case is too big, it is no longer something of our team can deal with -I will notify Peter Herler and the blade."

"Ms. Blade?"

Listening to Roland's hesitant tone, Ferandez laughed.

"I know you don't like her."

"I don't like it, Ferandez. That lady is a bit ..."

"enthusiasm?"

"Tale passion."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Roland also remembered that he met his brothers and sisters in the trial court for the first time.

Most young executives have a attitude of breeding with him -after all, no one can face a formal ritual and win in an apprentice.

Note that it is not to survive, but to win.

‘To win by a woman, if it is me, I would rather die. ‘

Many people say that.

But the older generation executive officer is different.

Just like the lady who is responsible for trimming the teachings.

Roland and Peter Herle, and the lady met for the first time, and got along very well.

Because the former is a gentle gentleman, and a diligent apprentice (now the number one fan of Roland Collins).

the latter…

It can only be said that she has no chance to reject Roland.

‘Boy, do you want me to teach you **? ‘

This is the first sentence she opened after seeing Roland.

Ferandez is going to laugh.

"She is a good person, just a little rude."

Roland obliquely: "We may have a little understanding of 'rude', captain."

Because the 'blade' does not belong to the Fernesdes team, as the captain is responsible for remote areas, it also rarely meets Roland.

But when it comes to, Roland can always think of this sentence.

She is the same as the crow.

All belong to the ‘no name’.

She claims to be blades, and many people also call her called 'smoke rolls' or 'scars' -it doesn't matter. Your code is good or not, depending on the mood of the person.

Especially in the trial court.

"Starting, Roland. I will contact Gilce and let her sister take you into the college. I find a way, think of a way, contact the bad boy, and see how many people are polluted."

Ferandez is not mixed in, even if he does not need to Roland, he can mix silently during the day ...

The trouble is the future.

.

Someone was outside the door.

Without waiting for Ferandez to speak, the other party was unscrewed and walked in.

"If you don't wait for me to open, there is no need to knock on the door."

"Knocking the door reminds you that you should put on your pants."

The woman holding the cigarette roll has a beautiful dark brown long hair, and she is not modified behind her head, and hangs all the way to the waist.

The deep scar was lucky to avoid the eyes, and through the corner of the eye, through the entire face.

She wore a black -taught suit and looked as strong as Ferandez.

"Every night, Collins. Your lower captain, nothing to do to you?"

Roland: ...

Ferandez: "What else can I do to him?"

"Who knows," the woman raised the cigarette rolls unscrupulously, and the snow was scattered like the cigarette. "Collins is so beautiful, her eyes are like amber, their shoulders are wide, and their waist will be strong. Do you have not secretly appreciated his finger and wrist bone — Put your hand on the desktop, Ferandez. "

Ferandez: ...

To be honest, he couldn't make this rude woman.