"Give them to me."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Yuanqing grabbed the Yin-Yang turntable with his left hand, grabbed the head of the Holy Child with his right hand, and put the two props on the table.

Fu Qingyang first picked up the yin-yang turntable, read the properties of the item intently, and couldn't help but look up at Zhang Yuanqing.

"I've heard of this prop from the Jianghuai branch, and it's also called the 'rogue disk', heh, it's you." Fu Qingyang laughed.

Suddenly he regretted handing in this prop. Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help worrying about his reputation.

Yuanshi Tianzun is the dream lover of thousands of girls in the government, and the object of admiration for countless male colleagues. He cannot be ruined by a broken prop.

Some gossip comes from the mouth, others may not believe it, but the properties of the props will not lie.

Fu Qingyang put down the yin-yang turntable, and put his palm on the baby's head instead.

After he finished reading the item information, he looked up again, and let out a sigh:

"Very interesting tool.

"Yuanshi, do you think the props should be returned to the Jianghuai Branch and Xie's family?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Naturally."

If Sea of ??Yashan was a single copy, he would never choose to hand it in.

Fu Qingyang kept his fingers crossed, "But I think it is necessary to change the content of the reward. For example, the B-level meritorious service provided by the Huaihai branch can be replaced by other things."

Sure enough, after going through this punishment, the boss also realized that for me, too many meritorious deeds are not a good thing, so it is better to exchange for more direct benefits. Zhang Yuanqing heaved a sigh of relief.

He was thinking about how to persuade Fu Qingyang to support him, after all Mr. Qian's political consciousness is very high.

And without the support of the elder Fu Qingyang, it would be difficult for him to bargain with the Huaihai branch and even the headquarters.

Fortunately, Fu Qingyang never let him down.

"Leave this aside, there is an emergency to inform you." Fu Qingyang put down his hand, straightened up, and said in a deep voice:

"During the dungeon, the president of the Merchant Guild, the executives of the Dionysus Club, and the marshal fought in Songhai. The president's Wanbao tree was damaged, and more than a hundred props hung on the treetops were scattered everywhere.

"Yesterday, the headquarters held a meeting of the ten elders, requesting the major branches to mobilize all manpower to retrieve the scattered props, so as to prevent the Marshal's moral value from being wiped out.

"I took the opportunity to exempt you from a month's imprisonment, and you are free. The next main task is to wipe that trash's ass."

Zhang Yuanqing was dumbfounded.

An ancient bronze sculpture made such a commotion in Jinhui City, and hundreds of props were scattered among the people. This, this is unimaginable.

"At the level of the demigods, don't they have the ability to control the field?" He just found it incredible.

"After all, that garbage has only been promoted to a demigod for a few years, and it has gone to extremes. Its lethality is rare in the world, but the sword energy cannot be retracted freely." Fu Qingyang said with regret: "There are no heroes in the time, so let the garbage steal the high position. "

Boss, you are not afraid of death. Have you forgotten how you were beaten last time? Don�t blame me this time. Don�t try to take it out on me when you get beaten. Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a moment and asked:

"What is the Wanbao tree?"

"A rule-based prop for void professions."

"All the rule props have been broken?" Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback. JrNovels.com