The clerk looked at Cao Guangxiao with a cold face and subconsciously shrank his neck back.

"Say, otherwise the headquarters will think that you are despising me." Yan Zhengchun moved out of his position as a Yang official, just telling the clerk that if you are not included in the rank, I, a sixth-rank official, can easily control you.

The clerk looked at Cao Guangxiao, then Yan Zhengchun, and both sides could not afford to offend them. But when someone asked about the law and regulations, he didn't say it, wouldn't he seem incompetent? How could he still work in this room in the future? This Soul-Secretary Department is famous for its richness and wealth. In this month, it is worth two or three years of traveling outsiders.

The clerk could only whisper, "I look at Shangguan, and I am guilty of being disrespectful, and I am a scepter."

"Come on the stick." Yan Zhengchun stretched out his hand and held it in a low position, and had already handed it on the stick.

Yan Zhengchun held the staff in his hand and tilted his head to Chen Feng with a full sense of vigor. "The nomadic deputy lieutenant stared at Qian Zong of the camp. Is it your own to take the staff, or I will help you get it."

Chen Feng couldn't stand this man's arrogant face.

Subconsciously blurted out, "You call me a chicken."

At that time, Chen Feng felt his whole body be hollowed out, and a sensation of silence surged out in an instant.

Looking at the stunned Yan Zhengchun, somehow, suddenly half-kneeled on the ground, covering her stomach and began to vomit.

This man vomited strangely and vomited strangely.

Spray sugar water out.

Where does the sugar water come from?

Only the onlookers were stunned.

Yan Zhengchun squirted wildly, just like he was drinking too much and sprayed drunken things out. Sometimes there was a sugar water fountain, sometimes there was a sugar water fountain, and sometimes there was a sugar water fountain. As he sprayed, he began to spray stinky things.

The smell was, not to mention how smelly it was, and the whole class room was filled with a strange smell.

This is the reward Chen Feng received for the Soul Candy Man Chapter. At first, he didn't know how to use it. It turned out that there was no object to cast the spell at that time and no effect was seen. At this time, he was wrong and it was obvious that this "called Candy Man" was used on people. This is how it is used.

The effect is significant, and Chen Feng is not without a price. His whole body strength is exhausted, which is even more tiring than being sucked away by Huanhong overnight.

"You...you...you step on the horse...puff..." Yan Zhengchun could not speak easily. He opened his mouth and sprayed all the stuff like yellow shit.

He was so full of mouthfuls. Even Cao Guangxiao, who had always been calm, retreated and avoided, not to mention others. He hid with his nose covering his back, fearing that he would avoid it.

Yan Zhengchun's heart and liver trembled violently, and the vomiting force that was pulling upward almost pulled out his intestines from the tip of the chrysanthemum.

What made him even more ashamed was that the tomb man was full of ugly appearances in public. This rumor was about to go out, and his power was wiped out and his face was gone.

"It's not my business, I didn't touch him." Chen Feng pinched his nose and explained to the person in a muffled voice. "This person has eaten too much candy, has a nausea and poor absorption. This is based on medical reasons. Nah, you see, he vomits candy again. This is the effect of rumination. I have seen the cow chewing grass. The truth is the same."

Everyone was so far away.

It would be fine if you don’t explain this, but once you explain it, people feel even more disgusted. What kind of rumination is? Ah, we can understand rumination, rumination, rumination, yellow stuff, do you call this rumination?

After thinking about this, I thought of Yan Zhengchun’s experience in my mind. Immediately, a few people couldn’t help it and vomited all the overnight dinner together.

Yan Zhengchun vomited so much that he could not vomit. He was so dirty that he was paralyzed and stinky that he was swept away.

Cao Guangxiao covered his nose and his skin was thrusting. Finally, he couldn't bear it and ordered someone to carry a bucket of water, and flushed Yan Zhengchun, who was almost dissipating.

It will be completely filthy and cannot be dissipated.

Yan Zhengchun is like a hundred-year-old pit. Even if he takes all the feces and hangs them for a year or two, the smell will still be so strong.

Yan Zhengchun was almost stunned and wanted to find a hole to drill down.

Just as I recovered a little, my anger was squeezing my hair.

He was so angry that he got up, picked up his stick and smashed it at Chen Feng.

With a bang, the stick broke into two pieces. Chen Feng took advantage of the situation and went to the ground, rolled two people on the spot, and straightened his body in a timely manner, rolled his eyes, thrust his legs, and slapped his swaying.

"Eleven, what's wrong with you Eleven?" Cao Guangxiao was really anxious. He knelt on the ground in two and a half steps, hugging the hard Chen Feng.

Chen Feng leaned into Cao Guangxiao's arms and gave him a blink of an eye.

Cao Guangxiao's face froze, his mouth cramped, and he paused for a few breaths before he realized that Chen Feng was pretending.

"Ah, Chen Feng, why are you so seriously injured? My God, come on, Yan Zhengchun was crippled with one stick."

Seeing Cao Guangxiao's expression stiff and his face was yelling, Chen Feng closed his eyes and complained wildly: Hey, the show has passed, you are paralyzed and have no acting talent, so don't cause trouble for me.

Although he thought so in his heart, Chen Feng cooperated to bite the tip of his tongue, and with a thud, he spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, raised his hand and put it down, showing a stubbornness of being unconscious before he was in a coma, hanging his last breath, and swearing to identify the murderer even if he died.

"You...you...you are so cruel." Chen Feng said a few words "weakly" and said with hatred, his arms tilted, and he let them down softly.

"Eleventh, wake up, you can't die." Cao Guangxiao started to perform tragic performances again, but this guy was sobbing and didn't even cry. His acting skills were really bad, and he had a bad review.

Yan Zhengchun was stupid again and couldn't figure it out. When would that stick be so powerful?

The Soul-Suppressing Team Room was lively.

The Beidouke also heard the news.

Chen Mingting and Ou Julian heard that Chen Feng was beaten to the point of unconsciousness. He looked at each other and started to search the guys.

This friendship between comrades who have carried guns on the battlefield is extraordinary.

Ou Julian still knew that it aroused the anger of the crowd and shouted: "We are bullying the soul line. Today, it is Chen Qiuchen who suffered a lot. We will be stumbling on our heads tomorrow. Even Cao Guangxiao, who was the tomb lord, was stumbled on others. This is because he looked down on his identity as a Qiuchen. Brothers, they are Qiuchen, and they will ask for an explanation."

"I heard that Yan Zhengchun led his men to attack the Soul Master of the Tianji Group. We have reason first. When we make trouble with Jin Fengwei, we will all take the right path." Chen Mingting's voice was so loud that the walls were shaken.

In the other room, Lin Zuka, who was crossing his legs and humming a small song, stood up and sat down slowly.

His fat, fat and thick fingers pointed on the table. After a while, he sipped the tea with relish and murmured: "I pretended not to know anything. Hey, let's make a fuss. It's better to make a fuss to the emperor. Let's see how you, Jin Fengwei, deal with it..."

The slap Qiu Chen was stopped by the personal guards of Fengwei Mansion before he even left the Beidou Department. "Mr. Jin has a constitution. If you gather a group to fight and your colleagues fight, the salary will be light, and it is impossible to cut off your entitlement and drive out of the Soul-Superior Division."

Ulala, people will scatter whatever people come from, and only the hesitant Chen Mingting and Ou Julian are left.

"Forget it, benevolence and righteousness are over, look at Brother Chen's fortune."

"Oh my brother, don't blame me for being unkind, it's really...ah!"

The two of them sighed and beat their chests and stamped their feet. Anyway, they put the guards in their own hands and left a good impression of loyalty.
Chapter completed!