Chapter 1222 Officers with strange painting style

  The door was slowly opened.

  Yuan Jing stood sideways and bowed slightly.

  The handsome demon boy came back against the light, and the light blue fluorescence made his whole body blue like a galaxy.

   Yantao put one hand in his pocket and walked into the meeting room carelessly.

  On both sides of the conference table, the generals in the seats stood up almost at the same time, turned around, and bowed their heads to say hello respectfully.

   "Your Excellency Marshal."

  Young Master Yan Danfeng raised his hand gently, peach blossom eyes slightly bent, and smiled softly at Yun Kuo over there.

"Long time no see," the young man sat down on the main seat, with his slender fingers folded together, he casually swept across the solemn generals, and chuckled, "Why be so nervous, I might have not seen you in a long time. ."

   "How are you doing these days?"

   Yuan Jing respectfully stood behind Yan Tao’s seat, watching his nose and his heart.

"Yes."

  The officers on both sides of the meeting lowered their heads silently, looking at the patterns carved on the table.

  No one dares to look at the theme.

  How terrible the marshal of their family is, that is really my family knows my family.

  At this time, don’t talk more.

  As soon as I said it, it was definitely wrong.

  The atmosphere in the entire conference room was very depressing. Master Yan frowned and was very dissatisfied with the situation.

   A cold-eyed, thrown to the right forward Qibul's face, "Chibul, why, has your marshal reached the point where you can't be seen?!"

   "Or, one or two dare not look at me. Did you do anything wrong with me behind your back?"

  The young man's back slowly leaned back on the chair, his tone seemed casual, and even his tone was smiling.

  The officers trembled in their hearts, and quickly raised their heads.

  Deep beads of sweat dripped from Qibul's forehead, struggling to survive under the pressure of Master Marshal.

   "That's it, Master Marshal."

  "When you came in just now, your subordinates discovered that your glory is greater than before, and you are not as handsome as a real person. You don't seem to be a sick person at all, but instead are full of vigor and grace!"

Yes, exactly!

  The boy's plain white slender fingers rubbed his chin, and Jun's face appeared in contemplation: "Really?"

  The officers quickly seized the opportunity to flatter the Marshal.

"really!"

   "Marshal, this fellow Qibul didn't even learn much. Look at what that said, you are not as handsome as a real person, even if the Protoss reappears, you are definitely not worthy of your demeanor."

  The officer who said this gave Kibul a stern look.

  Md!

  This shameless guy actually snatched his lines!

  Chibble...!

   Witnessed the vastness of the whole process...

   saw Patriarch Yan's picturesque brows picked up, and looked disgusted, "I can't even shoot flattery, a bunch of idiots."

  This kind of inferior flattery made her unhappy at all.

   "Forget it," the young and handsome Marshal Russ swept around in disgust, "You can also fight."

  The tone deplores the sadness.

  The officers lowered their heads in shame.

  Yuan Jing...

  How do I feel that the owner of the family has released himself even more after he comes back.

  I used to converge somehow.

now……

  He couldn't help but glance at the officers on the conference table.

  I saw this group of majestic generals in the empire. They were ashamed, as if they had experienced much failure.

The corners of Yuan Jing's eyes twitched: Wake up, you guys!

  You are all generals in the empire who have experienced hundreds of battles.

  Fighting is already very powerful, okay!

  (End of this chapter)