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Eight hundred and eleventh chapter: Oh, the future can be expected(2/2)

"I know you need to show your prestige, but it is said that you are relaxed and simplified, and you pay attention to your sense of proportion..."

Both of them are so noisy. If one or two are added, they will die of a young age.

"I don't think you're in there enough." Jiang Futing cut off his words indifferently.

Luo Zhiqiu struggled and said, "I think I've stayed enough."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think."

Luo Zhiqiu: "..." You are the boss, you have the final say.

Seeing that he finally shut up, Jiang Futing talked about the serious matter: "Did you see the mask I gave you before?"

Luo Zhiqiu nodded like pounding garlic.

"This is Yucheng." Jiang Futing was the first to say such a message, and then observed Luo Zhiqiu's expression and reaction, wanting to see if he could get anything from him first.

As a result, Luo Zhiqiu was simply confused: "Where is this? Aren't we coming to the underworld to find what Fan Congwen wants first?"

Jiang Futing did not respond immediately, and looked at him straight for three seconds. Luo Zhiqiu was so scared that he had made some amazing taboos.

Then, Jiang Futing, in his fear, explained the whole story briefly.

After hearing this, Luo Zhiqiu became even more nervous. He tightened his knees like a girl, put his hands on his knees, and looked very restrained.

After all, he had been with Jiang Futing in depth, and knew that he would definitely not tell him this information for no reason.

He tried to find topics to relieve his psychological pressure: "So it is possible to fight outside Yucheng at any time, right?"

"That's right." Jiang Futing replied: "It's not convenient for me to act blatantly now. You put on your mask and go to the city for me to find out the specific situation."

Luo Zhiqiu: "???"

Do you know that there is a fight outside at any time, and you can throw me, the cannon fodder, out?

He thought for a moment and suddenly reacted. Sure enough, Jiang Futing stared at him just now, and his motives were indeed impure!

Luo Zhiqiu took a deep breath and showed a flattering smile in Jiang Futing's inexplicable eyes:

"Mr. Jiang, I also know that I just took office as your ghost servant. Only when everyone knows that they are not fully aware of their habits. What did I do wrong? You should take it more. Besides, meeting is fate. I am so heartless and ghost.
Chapter completed!
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