"It's not about the format, it's about the content..." Zhang Yuanqing frowned.

He is now going to write a report on killing Ou Xiangrong. What makes him difficult is that if the existence of the red dancing shoes is hidden, it will be difficult for him to describe the process of killing Ou Xiangrong.

After all, this is not something that can be perfunctory in one or two sentences.

"Oh, you're so annoying." Guan Ya lightly turned the office chair, turned around, and said angrily, "How do you want to write?"

Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a moment: "I want to reasonably highlight that I relied on my domineering aura to deter Ou Xiangrong, and then relied on my superb skills and wise mind to fight against the bewitching demon for 300 rounds, and finally killed this demon who almost caused a bloody storm in Songhai. head."

The half-race Royal Sister rolled her eyes:

"Rather than rationally highlighting these non-existent things, why unreasonably lower Ou Xiangrong's IQ. You were very quick-witted in the garage, why are you acting stupid now?"

Ah yes, Ou Xiangrong's spirit is no longer normal, and he was seriously injured. As for the extent to which outsiders don't know, I can describe it freely. Anyway, it is impossible for him to uncover his coffin and stand up to defend himself...... Zhang Yuanqing Eyes lit up:

"Understood, thank you, Sister Guan Ya."

He immediately began typing on the keyboard, describing Ou Xiangrong's madness and irrationality, and at the same time, he had already made a decision on how to deal with the "Bloodthirsty Blade".

The function of crouching pestle is more towards purifying and suppressing demons, rather than melee fighting, and the bloodthirsty blade undoubtedly makes up for its shortcomings in this regard.

The self-contained bleeding and armor-piercing effects are a perfect match for the assassin attributes of Yeyoushen.

The only thing to consider is anemia.

When my experience points come up, my ability will improve, and the powerful vitality and self-healing power of the Night Tour God should be able to support two props at the same time... It's still very good to think about it... .... After Zhang Yuanqing finished writing the report and sent it to Li Dongze's mailbox, he asked:

"When will my reward for clearing the Sheling Tunnel and this time be available?"

"Your meritorious deeds need to be approved by the elders, and the transfer of funds is also the same. It will probably be paid together with next month's salary." Guan Ya smiled and said, "Why, hurry to invite my sister to dinner? Well, I want to eat abalone, sea cucumber, and roast duck , imported ham, premium steak..."

No, it's too expensive, I can only treat you to pancakes and fruit, plus a sausage and two eggs... Zhang Yuanqing said heartily.

He looked at the time, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon, and he planned to go home.

"Where did Chief Shi and the other captains go?" Before leaving, Zhang Yuanqing asked.

After learning of Ou Xiangrong's memory, Li Dongze led the captains away in a very inelegant manner without leaving any explanation.

"Meeting."

Guan Ya held the mobile phone, leaned on the back of the chair, showed a proud career line, and said with a smile:

"Large meetings and middle-level meetings of spiritual practitioners in Kangyang District are usually held at Chief Fu's place. After you have been employed for more than half a year and have advanced qualifications, you can go there to have fun."

"What's so fun about it, I hate meetings the most." Zhang Yuanqing was not interested.

Guan Ya blinked her eyes and showed the old Si Ji's smile: "There are many beautiful bunny girls there."

Zhang Yuanqing looked fascinated: "I really want to participate in the organization's meeting earlier and contribute to the organization's construction."

Leaving the meeting room, Yuan Ting let out a breath, feeling relieved of the pressure.

This young master of the Fu family, no matter his own level or his prominent family background, is beyond the reach of others. When facing him, he is often pressured by the superiors, instead of treating him as a rich second generation.

Yuan Ting glanced at the two bunny girls who passed by. They were in their twenties, with protruding fronts and backs, and pretty faces. There were seven or eight bunny girls in the villa, and each of them was a beauty.

Although there are many beauties around, Yuan Ting knows that this son from a wealthy family is not close to women. JrNovels.com