I have to say that Mr. Fang has an extremely bad personality.

When he was at the Guardian's Southeast Headquarters, his personality was still restrained. At that time, he just couldn't see the idle people swaying in front of him. As long as he left his sight, he could basically be more relaxed.

But at the headquarters of the Yiwo Orthodox Church, Mr. Fang's temper completely broke out.

Because he did not regard the people under the current presidency’s palace as human beings!

I deserve to be exhausted!

Exhausted!

Although the headquarters did not have a new mission after the reunion of the ten souls, it was obvious that they wanted to let the people in the presiding hall rest, after all, the old devils such as Yan Nan knew that these ten days were too tiring.

Even if there are many cases, people need to take a breath.

You can't really exhaust people, right?

But Lord Ye Demon doesn't consider this at all: I don't rest, why are you resting?

All of them are for me to work!

"Go all! Follow the method I said, search for traces of the guardian's dark thread! I can't find it within three days, remember it!"

"As long as you can't find it, everyone will have ten poisonous dragon whips a day!"

"I can't find it in five days, and on the fifth day, each person has fifty poisonous dragon whip!"

"I can't find it in ten days, I'll chop your head!"

Of course he knew it could not be found.

But it does not mean that I am not looking for it. In fact, for Fang Che: it is precisely because I can’t find it, that I have to search even harder!

We must be serious in our work attitude, and I must strive to show my irreconcilable position with the Guardian!

Zhou Changchun and others were all feeling like they were killed.

I just feel that my legs are as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

However, the presiding judge is really inhumane. He really dares to kill people. He just finished killing hundreds of thousands, and many of them are not higher than ours?

Disobedient? Drag it out and behead it!

To the judge, killing someone is just a cough.

Everyone had to go out to work with their tired bodies, and they had to work seriously because they had to submit their daily work report.

You can just write perfunctorily or randomly because adults may not read it.

But if one day an adult comes to interest and pick a copy, it is just joking with his own life.—.

On that day, Fang Che had just finished his work and was lying on a chair like a pool of mud.

Open your mouth and panting. The spiritual energy in your body was consumed by the cold soul of the Ice Spirit, and it felt difficult to even panting.

He murmured, "This bastard Feng Yun said he would give me twenty recliners, but after that day there was no shadow.

Without trust—and the first young master. Humph."

I have to say that humans are very evil.

Nothing to say.

Whoever you say will arrive.

Just when Fang Che was so angry that he complained, he saw a figure flashing and Feng Yun came with a veil.

"Ye Demon, are you scolding me behind my back again?" Feng Yun opened his mouth, and the veil was blowing up and down.

"Puff hahahahahaha—"

Even though he had no strength at all, Fang Che almost burst into laughter and said, "Mr. Yun, I have to say, it's really graceful to wear a veil - · It's so charming."

"Get out! You're just talking too much!"

Feng Yun smiled bitterly and sighed and took off his hat.

Suddenly, a completely distorted blue-purple shot was revealed, and it was obviously full of traces of the face of the advanced martial arts.

The whole head is like a pig's head.

The head was covered with blue and purple bumps.

Half of the bones on the bridge of the nose were broken, and only one slit was left in the eyes.

Feng Yun now has no longer the original glory of "flirting with young master Fengshen like jade", but instead looks like a small street gangster beaten by countless people.

"Damn!" Fang Che's eyes widened.

Feng Yun took off his hat and looked at Fang Che with a wry smile: "Is this okay without a veil?"

"I'll go!"

Fang Che was really shocked: "Who did it?"

This is Feng Yun!

Only my first orthodox young man and a younger generation leader, who can beat him like this? Who dares?

"You can't even guess this?"

Feng Yun sighed: "My father-

Fang Shi was completely speechless.

This reason is so powerful.

It’s true—No matter what Feng Han beats Feng Yun, it seems to be very appropriate?

"Why?" Fang Che was curious.

"The reason is very good."

Feng Yun sighed and pulled out twenty recliners from the space ring: "I promised your recliner. Today I am going to give you a gift and bribe."

"Oh, that's great."

Fang Che hurriedly pulled a hand and lie down, moaning comfortably: "The one left behind was stolen by Master Sun that day...

He put nineteen recliners into the ring, leaving only one, and sighed, "It's still everyone who can enjoy it. The recliner of Mr. Yun is not only good in material, but also the details and arcs are just right. He can even shake it for a day when he lies on it. It's not like those I bought from the market, which is called recliner, which is far worse than this one."

Feng Yun rubbed his face with bruises and grinned.

Since he regarded Fang Che as his brother, Feng Yun has become more and more casual in front of Fang Che and is less and less concerned about his image.

He curled his lips and said, "Can I be the most beautiful guys outside? Not to mention anything else, this wood,

It is Tiantan fragrant wood that only grows a few inches in a century. It is harder than iron. It can automatically calm the mind and calm the mind when lying on it. It is the essence of the middle. Each arc is carefully measured and set by the first carpenter of the Orthodox Church. There is only one requirement: after it is made, no matter how much weight a person lies on it, it will not affect the shaking rhythm of the recliner."

"But the shaking cannot be too large, too small, not stop, it must be swaying———What do you, a country bumpkin know?"

Feng Yun said contemptly: "Stand up and put the recliner here and look at it. Even if there is a year or ten years, no one uses or moves, it will still shake automatically."

"This is called a recliner!"

"Ye Demon, just the kind you made before, also called a recliner?"

Feng Yun mercilessly attacked the country bumpkin: "Do you really think that the people sit on chairs and the emperor sit on chairs, and the chairs the people sit on are the same as those the emperor sits on?"

"You can eat enough, and others can eat enough. They are all full. Do you think your food is as full as others?"

"You marry a wife, and others marry you, your wife can follow you———."

Speaking of this, Feng Yun suddenly stopped talking.

Not only did he stop talking, but he also looked depressed. Because he found that his wife was really not as good as others...

Fang Che suddenly wondered: "Why don't you say half of it? You say it. What's wrong with my wife?"

Feng Yun took a deep breath and hissed, "Fang Che, you are really cheap!"

Fang Che lay on the lounge chair and smiled: "Today, I am a slut, can I compare to you?"

Feng Yun smiled: "Rich boobs!"

"The country bumpkin can also find a good wife." Fang Che said lazily.

Feng Yun was speechless.

"Can the country bumpkin become the Eternal Night Emperor? Have you become?"

Fang Che asked.

"—" Feng Yun continued to remain silent.

"The country bumpkin can lie down on the lounge chair you gave me to talk to you."

Fang Che talked endlessly: "The country bumpkin can still-"

Feng Yun slowly rolled up his sleeves and looked dangerous: "Ye Demon, you saw that the eldest son of the U-Orthodox Church was beaten today. But have you ever seen the happy scene of the first son of the U-Orthodox Church beating a country bumpkin? Do you want to see it?"

Fang Che immediately stood up and twisted his face: "Isn't this interesting?"

"If you are interesting, then I will be boring."
To be continued...