Chapter: 345
"Come in." Fu Qingyang's voice came from inside.
The double wooden door was unlocked, Zhang Yuanqing gently pushed it open, and the scenery in the study came into view, it was not so much a study as a living room.
The spacious study room is covered with red carpets, expensive wooden sofas, antique racks, bookshelves, oil paintings, armors, western iron swords, ancient Chinese swords, etc. hanging on the walls.
Fu Qingyang sat in front of the desk facing the door, behind him was not a bookshelf, but a portrait of himself.
What Guan Ya said is correct, Jiang Yuanqing is indeed a stinky fart Zhang Yuanqing walked through the long carpet, before the holy table, and said:
"Centurion."
"Yeah!" Fu Qingyang's face turned serious.
Some people are cold and abstinent on the surface, but behind their backs, Zhang Yuanqing, a bunny girl, glanced at him and cursed in his heart.
Fu Qingyang said: "Xiahou Tianyuan is locked in the basement, I will take you there later."
"Is it really okay to kill him like this?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.
Fu Qingyang said lightly: "Let's not talk about the things he committed. Just colluding with the secret organization is enough to kill him a hundred times. After you ask the spirit, I will arrest Xia Houxin and execute him according to law. Then Xia Houchi, But he is kept in the dog elder's zoo and needs to apply."
It has to be said that this centurion of the white tiger soldiers was indeed decisive in killing. Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart, and silently added: It's a pity that he is an LSP
The moment Zhang Yuanqing saw these bunny girls, he made up 1oog of the plot in his brain, and his DNA almost moved.
At this time, Fu Qingyang frowned: "Do you have an opinion on me?"
ah? Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, and shook his head again and again: "No, no, the centurion is wise and powerful.
"You have.
"No.
"You have, and any cover-up is in vain."
This... Zhang Yuanqing stopped pretending when he saw this, and swished:
"The subordinates just didn't expect Fu Centurion Jinwu Zangjiao, worthy of being a centurion, with outstanding taste, unlike me, who only likes Nie silk stockings with long legs and thin hobbies."
...Fu Qingyang's eyes twitched, and he was silent for a few seconds before explaining:
"They are servants in the villa, only responsible for housework and food."
ah? Only responsible for housework and food? Is the bunny girl used like this? Zhang Yuanqing was heartbroken.
Going down the stairs, Zhang Yuanqing followed Fu Qingyang to the second basement floor.
The specification of the second basement floor is similar to that of a hotel. On both sides of the corridor where the red carpet is laid, there are prison cells.
Why did he set up a dungeon at home? Is it a personal hobby, or the preference of the White Tiger soldiers? Zhang Yuanqing looked around curiously.
The well-functioning ventilation system kept the basement air-free. Fu Qingyang came to an iron door, lit a match, lit a cigarette, and looked at the cell through the fence door.
Following his gaze, Zhang Yuanqing looked into the room.
Xiahou Tianyuan wore steel shackles and a wooden shackle around his neck. He was sitting on the side of the single bed. He looked pretty good, and he didn't lack food or clothing here.
The shackles and wooden shackles should be props, otherwise Zhang Yuanqing, a level 3 spirit walker, would not be able to stop him from examining Xiahou Tianyuan. JrNovels.com
The double wooden door was unlocked, Zhang Yuanqing gently pushed it open, and the scenery in the study came into view, it was not so much a study as a living room.
The spacious study room is covered with red carpets, expensive wooden sofas, antique racks, bookshelves, oil paintings, armors, western iron swords, ancient Chinese swords, etc. hanging on the walls.
Fu Qingyang sat in front of the desk facing the door, behind him was not a bookshelf, but a portrait of himself.
What Guan Ya said is correct, Jiang Yuanqing is indeed a stinky fart Zhang Yuanqing walked through the long carpet, before the holy table, and said:
"Centurion."
"Yeah!" Fu Qingyang's face turned serious.
Some people are cold and abstinent on the surface, but behind their backs, Zhang Yuanqing, a bunny girl, glanced at him and cursed in his heart.
Fu Qingyang said: "Xiahou Tianyuan is locked in the basement, I will take you there later."
"Is it really okay to kill him like this?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.
Fu Qingyang said lightly: "Let's not talk about the things he committed. Just colluding with the secret organization is enough to kill him a hundred times. After you ask the spirit, I will arrest Xia Houxin and execute him according to law. Then Xia Houchi, But he is kept in the dog elder's zoo and needs to apply."
It has to be said that this centurion of the white tiger soldiers was indeed decisive in killing. Zhang Yuanqing sighed in his heart, and silently added: It's a pity that he is an LSP
The moment Zhang Yuanqing saw these bunny girls, he made up 1oog of the plot in his brain, and his DNA almost moved.
At this time, Fu Qingyang frowned: "Do you have an opinion on me?"
ah? Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, and shook his head again and again: "No, no, the centurion is wise and powerful.
"You have.
"No.
"You have, and any cover-up is in vain."
This... Zhang Yuanqing stopped pretending when he saw this, and swished:
"The subordinates just didn't expect Fu Centurion Jinwu Zangjiao, worthy of being a centurion, with outstanding taste, unlike me, who only likes Nie silk stockings with long legs and thin hobbies."
...Fu Qingyang's eyes twitched, and he was silent for a few seconds before explaining:
"They are servants in the villa, only responsible for housework and food."
ah? Only responsible for housework and food? Is the bunny girl used like this? Zhang Yuanqing was heartbroken.
Going down the stairs, Zhang Yuanqing followed Fu Qingyang to the second basement floor.
The specification of the second basement floor is similar to that of a hotel. On both sides of the corridor where the red carpet is laid, there are prison cells.
Why did he set up a dungeon at home? Is it a personal hobby, or the preference of the White Tiger soldiers? Zhang Yuanqing looked around curiously.
The well-functioning ventilation system kept the basement air-free. Fu Qingyang came to an iron door, lit a match, lit a cigarette, and looked at the cell through the fence door.
Following his gaze, Zhang Yuanqing looked into the room.
Xiahou Tianyuan wore steel shackles and a wooden shackle around his neck. He was sitting on the side of the single bed. He looked pretty good, and he didn't lack food or clothing here.
The shackles and wooden shackles should be props, otherwise Zhang Yuanqing, a level 3 spirit walker, would not be able to stop him from examining Xiahou Tianyuan. JrNovels.com
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