Chapter: 402

"The degeneration of the voodoo master's profession belongs to the former." Zhang Yuanqing was terrified when he heard that, and immediately said: "Auntie, I plan to sell it to you at a low price." Auntie Xiaoyuan sneered: "What do I want it for? Gradually become sexually interested in boars Is it?" Keep it to yourself.

Zhang Yuanqing looked desperate.

A cheating thing, even more cheating than the Tianchan incense burner that poisoned the entire tribe. Zhang Yuanqing walked out of the hotel, deeply troubled by how to deal with the "scarecrow".

This prop is undoubtedly very powerful, even the red dancing shoes can stain and corrode. When fighting at the same level, it is equivalent to a strategic level weapon.

But the price is really unbearable. Heiwuchang is an evil profession, so bad that he doesn't care about changing the orientation of species. The reason why Auntie Xiaoyuan doesn't want it is probably because she doesn't think she is evil and has a heart for good.

Therefore, I would rather give up the opportunity to strengthen myself.

I also have a heart for kindness! Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved: "I can hand it over to the organization in exchange for props." Just as he was thinking, the phone rang, and Fu Qingyang called.

"Hello, Centurion?"

Zhang Yuanqing answered the phone.

"You come to my place. The branch's rewards for you have been determined. In addition to meritorious service and bonuses, the elders have decided to reward you with two props. Choose two out of ten props."


Fu Qingyang's voice was still cold, but to Zhang Yuanqing's ears, it was like a boy giving money.

"Good centurion!" Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed.

At 10 in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing arrived at Fujiawan by taxi. He swiped the white card and black card to open the access control and entered the villa. The bunny girls bowed to greet him and stopped in front of the brown double-opening gate.

Fu Qingyang really deserves it, so the bunny girl will take care of his food, clothing and housing. When I become a powerful person in the spirit realm, I will also hire a group of bunny girls to serve me tea, water, laundry, and knocking on my back Zhang Yuanqing knocked on the door with emotion in his heart .

The moment his knuckles knocked on the wooden door, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his thinking, and he couldn't tell.

"Boom"

There were two knocks on the door, and then he pushed open the brown double doors.

The reason why he didn't wait for the other party's response was because Mr. Fu's room was too big and the sound insulation effect was good, so he couldn't hear what he said inside.

Even if Fu Qingyang yelled out his throat, no one would meet him.

In the room, Fu Qingyang sat behind the table, crossing his fingers on the table, and Lingjun sat cross-legged on the wooden sofa for receiving guests, concentrating on making tea.

Zhang Yuanqing walked through the long red carpet and stopped at the table.

"Is your body okay?" Fu Qingyang nodded and greeted his subordinates with concern.

Not far away, Ling Jun squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Yeyoushen is an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, what's the problem? Yuanshi, let's drink some tea."

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at him and said, "Centurion, why is this man still here?"

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Fu Qingyang nodded slightly: "It's really time to drive away, I don't raise waste here."

Ling Jun spouted: "Qingyang, you have forgotten your old love. Our love for years is not as good as this kid licking you for a few days?"

Fu Qingyang didn't speak, he wasn't just making jokes.

But Zhang Yuanqing is, Zhang Yuanqing said angrily:

"You are really not pleasant to speak, you slander me, but how can you slander the centurion, is the centurion the kind of person who likes to flatter? And I never flatter the centurion, I used to It's all from the heart. JrNovels.com