The Wei Mansion was enfeoffed.

When Jin Fengwei heard his subordinates report back, he calmed down and said to himself: I didn't expect that Chen Feng is still a passionate man who protects his son. He is not bad, he looks like I was when I was young, but it was too unruly to confront Guan, so he had to polish it.

"Chen Feng ignored the superiority and inferiority, stared at Shangguan, and had a scepter of twenty rods."

"Yan Zhengchun's eyes were unaware of the situation, so he beat his colleague and was beaten with a stick of twenty."

Jin Fengwei ordered, paused for a moment, and then thought that the reason for this kind of thing was that Chen Feng set the precedent for the Soul-Suppressing Department was jealous. This bowl of water was so good that it was meaningless to him. Then he changed his words: "Chen Feng's stick is thirty, Yan Zhengchun's stick is twenty, well, and Cao Guangxiao, the same stick is twenty."

The subordinate was stunned and asked, "Sir, Cao Tombun?"

"Take this opportunity to give him a meal. In the future, he will be on the Soul-Suppressing Envoy's side, and it will be easier to leave. For the reason, just use the excuse of not being strict in discipline and indulging his old subordinates."

"promise!"

The subordinates took the order and took their personal guards to execute the order of the lieutenant.

"Pa", "Pa", "Pa".

The rhythm is uniform and the sound is crisp.

Three men were lying on the bench in the Soul-Shenzhen School, their butts bloomed.

People were surrounded by people.

A man was a real man, and someone took off his pants and was spanked.

Chen Feng's heart is bleeding.

...

"Oh, why are you so cruel? Your flesh is slit."

Uncle No. 5 was holding a plaster jar in his hand, trembling with strength, applying medicine to Chen Feng's buttocks lying on the big bunk of Tianji Group.

Behind him, a group of thick-haired men called soul masters, all of whom were frowning, like an aggrieved little girl.

"Go and go, wait for the cool outside to cool down. I'm not a big girl, so I'm really uncomfortable watching my butt." Chen Feng waved his hand and drove the soul masters out, leaving No. 5 for medicine.

"Hiss~ be gentle." Chen Feng stretched his butt, pulling his injuries, and hissing sounds in his mouth, twisting the quilt.

"I remember you are not invulnerable to swords and guns, why are you beaten to pieces by a board?" No. 5 remembered that when he went to the life and death ruins with Chen Feng last month, the bronze corpse that the corpse-carrying man on his back could not do anything about him. How could this ordinary stick be beaten like this now?

"I deliberately dissipated my energy." Seeing that No. 5 was not moving, Chen Feng turned his head and explained: "I'll ask you, Qiu Chen contradicted Tomb Bo, do you think I'm brainless?"

No. 5 nodded subconsciously and shook his head quickly.

"Look, your subconscious mind thinks this way, then think about it, what will other people who are not familiar with me think of me?"

"Don't just shake your head."

"Forget it, let's tell you this. Is it not that our promotion to Soul Master Qiu Chen has ever happened in the history of the Soul Suppression Department?"

"I don't know how many people are jealous of my identity. I am the most dazzling star in the Soul-Suppressing Division. It is not only eye-catching, but also eye-catching."

"I don't know how many people are staring at me in secret, but I can't figure out what my trump card is and who is in the backstage, otherwise I would have been jointly suppressed."

"When we make trouble with Yan Tomb Bo, we leave a feeling of being a little bitch. In the future, no one will stare at me. This is called workplace learning."

"Why is it so complicated? I really don't understand." No. 5 shook his head and continued to smear the medicine. He did not forget to stuff one of the egg cakes that Qin Shufen gave to Chen Feng in Chen Feng's mouth.

Of course you don’t understand the smell of an old bird in the workplace… Chen Feng muttered in his heart, holding an egg cake in his mouth, swallowing it with his tongue, and speaking vaguely,

"There is another episode. Now it seems that I can probably guess that my thighs are mostly Jin Fengwei, so I don't know what he likes me?"

"Look at how handsome you look." No. 5 joked, laughing loudly, "Congratulations, you want to be a Fengwei Tong."

"Get out, I don't have the habit of being more difficult to subdue the Arhat."

"Then you have to be careful." No. 5 actually looked serious and analyzed: "There is no hatred for no reason in this world, nor is there no love for no reason. I don't understand the great truth, but I know that when it comes out, it is that our common people have fattening pigs, eat and drink, and serve them in order to fatten them and eat well during the Chinese New Year."

"Is that true? Am I that pig?" Chen Feng thought of the catchphrase that Tiezhi Chen often talked about for no reason.

The two of them were talking.

The death knell of the Beidouke Knell rang over there.

"Kaiyang fifteen, Tianquan three, Tianji two, and Zhan."

"What's going on? Who made the Tianji group called the soul?" Chen Feng turned around when he heard the death knives, raised his pants and got up, and he didn't even hurt the board on his butt.

When they arrived at the lobby of Tianji Group, the soul masters bowed their heads and were depressed.

"Who asked you to call yourself a soul? Didn't I say that I will make a living in the future?" Chen Fengqi didn't fight, and the reward for calling your soul was ruined. Let's not talk about this for now. The important thing is that Tianji 2 died.

Nowadays, every soul master in the Tianji group is a team made by Chen Fengshi, and one of them is lost in a blink of an eye.

"We see that the adults are seriously injured, and we are thinking about sharing the burden."

"It's weird to call the soul. We've long been clear about life and death. We can't let the adults take risks alone."

"It's not the first time I've called my soul. Everyone thought, today is not that coincidental."

"Our strength is improved, so we can't be a waste, it's our duty to share the worries of adults."

Listening to the Tianji group's Soul Master buried his head and talked about it, Chen Feng was both heartbroken and relieved, and his heart was stopped. Unfortunately, your life was not as strong as me. When you are more than a hundred percent stronger than ordinary people, it would not be too late to be on duty again.

Chen Feng looked at a group of big men like a child who did something wrong, stared at the soles of his feet and didn't dare to look up. He sighed slightly and said, "I understand everyone's thoughts. Without my permission in the future, you are not allowed to enter the room, otherwise you will go to another group and don't stay in my Tianji group."

Uncle No. 5 advised him, "Eleventh, don't worry about getting angry. You stand up for us, confront you, and get beaten up with the police. Everyone can't help you, so you can only share your worries from this. I mentioned this idea. If you want to blame me, blame me."

Chen Feng didn't know what to say, but looking at his life in the Yin-Yang Book, most of them are fucking people. Today's Tianji Group calls the soul masters, all of whom are people who know how to repay kindness. It seems that the people are not simple and kind enough, but the environment of Dashunchao forces people to be pure and good.

"Okay, if you violate your superiors, you will be fined halved by one month." This is not a carrot and a big stick. Chen Feng knows what kind of kindness and power are.

Uncle No. 5 thought to himself that you would punish me for your own good? Naturally, he was dissatisfied with his heart. He opened his mouth and remembered Chen Feng's usual kindness to him, and swallowed it back.

After exerting his power, the Soul Master saw Chen Feng’s selfless side, and then he naturally became kind.

"You still have family members, and you want to ask your family to write a little money, so give it to me." Chen Feng's words made the soul masters feel dead and a little depressed, with their eyes full of vitality.

Those who call soul masters are born humble, most of them are refugees, or marginal people who cannot survive and are desperate.

But there are not many lonely people in the true sense. Even if there are no immediate relatives, there is no one in this world who is still thinking about them.

Some cousins ​​wrote letters, some paid some money to repay their kindness for their neighbors, some begged and stole people on the way to repent and compensate, some wanted to eat a bite of their hometown dishes... Anyway, except for the three soul masters, the rest of them had their own reasons.

"I was sold to the Soul-Shenzhen Division by my family, and I have nothing to worry about."

"I'm in my hometown and there's no one left. A flood has flooded the village."

"I am an orphan. I grew up as a hard worker in Jishantang, and I almost died."

In addition to these three people, the others helped each other, wrote good letters, and sealed silver. Thank you very much to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng looked at it and according to the distance, he took time to do it by himself who was close to Kyoto, but he could only use post offices if he was far away.

After receiving the entrustment, I packed it with uncle No. 5's empty cloth bag, and then went to the house to get the book and returned to the class room to hand in the work. If there is no temporary stuffing, there will be basically only the only thing left to slump the fish and Ge You.

Chen Feng was rehearsing the evening plan in his mind, and even Chen Mingting and Ou Julian spoke carefully, he had no intention of dealing with it.

"Brother, it's not that we are not loyal enough, but that Lord Feng Wei took action to stop him."

"To express your apology, Chen Mingting asked tonight for Zuixinfang."

"Why should I ask? Why is it not you, Ou Julian?"

"Don't go." Chen Feng deliberately put on a bad face and made a fuss to excuse his actions tonight. "I am a righteous and gentleman, and he is incompatible with gambling and drug abuse."

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Chapter completed!