The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1134 The officers with peculiar style of painting
The door was pushed open slowly.

Yuan Jing stood sideways and bowed slightly.

The boy, as handsome as a monster, came against the light, and the light blue fluorescence reflected his whole body into a blue like a galaxy.

With one hand in his pocket, Yan Tao casually walked into the meeting room.

On both sides of the conference table, the generals in the seats stood up almost at the same time, turned around, and bowed their heads respectfully to say hello.

"Your Excellency the Marshal."

Young Master Yan raised his hand lightly, his peach blossom eyes slightly curved, and smiled softly at Yun Kuo over there.

"Long time no see," the young man sat down on the main seat, crossed his slender jade fingers, casually glanced at the solemn-looking generals, and chuckled, "Why are you so nervous, I haven't seen you for a long time .”

"How are you doing these days?"

Yuan Jing stood respectfully behind Yan Tao's seat, looking at her nose and heart.

"Yes."

The officers meeting on both sides bowed their heads silently, looking at the patterns carved on the table.

It's just that no one dared to look at the main seat.

How terrible the marshal of their family is, it's really that their family knows their own family.

At this time, don't talk too much.

Once said, definitely wrong.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room was very oppressive, Young Master Yan frowned, very dissatisfied with the situation.

With a cold look, he threw the right forward Qibull on the face, "Qibull, what, has your marshal reached the point where he is too ugly to look at?!"

"Or, one or two of them dare not look at me, did they do something wrong behind my back?"

The young man leaned back slowly on the back of the chair, his tone seemed to be careless, and even his tone was smiling.

The officers felt their hearts skip a beat, and quickly raised their heads.

Beads of sweat dripped from Qibul's forehead as he struggled to survive under the pressure of the marshal.

"That's right, Marshal."

"When you came in just now, the subordinates found that your glory is even greater than before. You are not as handsome as a real person. You don't look like a sick person at all. Instead, you are radiant and unparalleled!"

Right, that is it!

The boy's white and slender fingers rubbed his chin, and a pensive look appeared on Jun's face: "Really?"

The officers quickly seized the opportunity to flatter the Marshal.

"really!"

"Marshal, this guy Qibull hasn't even studied much. Look at what he said, you are not as handsome as a real person, even if the protoss reappears, you will definitely not be able to match your demeanor."

The officer who said this gave Chibble a hard look.

Md!

This shameless guy actually stole his lines!

Chibble...!
Yun Kuo witnessed the whole process...

Seeing Patriarch Yan's picturesque eyebrows raised, he looked disgusted, "You can't even flatter, a bunch of idiots."

She was not happy to hear this kind of low-quality flattery.

"Forget it, forget it," the young and handsome Marshal Ru looked around in disgust, "you can fight wars now."

The tone is mournful and sad.

The officers bowed their heads in shame.

Yuan Jing...

How does it feel that after the Patriarch came back, he let himself go even more.

In the past, at any rate, I was more restrained.

just now……

He couldn't help but glanced at the officers on the conference table.

I saw this group of generals who were all majestic in the empire, feeling ashamed one after another, as if they had experienced a lot of failures.

The corners of Yuan Jing's eyes twitched: Wake up, you guys!

You are all battle-hardened generals in the Empire.

Knowing how to fight is already very powerful, okay?
(End of this chapter)