I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 58 He tried to unspoken rules?Everyone knows how to pretend to be deaf and dumb [10 more]

The 23th floor of the company.

Next to the floor-to-ceiling windows closest to the president's office.

Yan Jiu resolutely refused: "Don't talk about it, I can't teach children badly, and you can't get something for nothing."

Agent: "..." Please get one!

He was breathing heavily.

He didn't want to sink to the point of being mad.

Try hard to lobby Yan Jiu.

It is also trying to lobby myself.

In order for Yan Jiu to collect money honestly, the agent had to earnestly say: "Some people should have what others don't have. Everyone's value is different. My value is to make money. Let me ask, if I don't work hard, what else do I have? "

Yan Jiu said at the right time: "You still have the face to say it."

The agent couldn't help but hit the glass: destroy it.jpg
[I feel sorry for him for a second hahaha. 】

[In order not to watch his face turn from red to blue, and then from blue to purple, I decided to close my eyes! 】

[Be careful, don't break the glass, it doesn't matter if you fall, it won't be good if the wind blows to our Lord Jiu~]

[Is the anchor stalling for time? 】

Yan Jiu stood in the corridor.

Looking at the office not far away.

The people in the secretariat have also been persuaded to leave by her.

She wants to see if the people inside can still sit still.

as predicted.

Within 10 minutes.

The office door opened from the inside.

A middle-aged man of ordinary build and appearance came out, with an unlit cigar in his hand.

When seeing Yan Jiu.

A look of astonishment inevitably flashed in his eyes.

The cigar man grinned greasyly: "Isn't this Yan Jiu? Long time no see. Do you miss Uncle?"

His gaze was as slippery as an intangible loach, sliding from Yan Jiu's bumpy figure all the way to his beautiful face.

have to say.

Yan Jiu is the artist he is most proud of since he started his business.

Not only is his appearance so good that both men and gods are angry, but also his shaoyin physique can not only make him a "satisfaction", but also become an array sacrifice afterwards, allowing him to claim credit for the Rosicrucian.

It's just that such a lovely person left the company suddenly before he had time to implement the tasting plan.

It made him feel lost at the time.

However, during that time, he had just received the news that the North Sea Formation was broken and the Earth Binding Spirit was out of control.

There was no time to find Yan Jiu back.

But he was not in a hurry.

No matter how much Yan Jiu ran away, he would not be able to escape from his grasp.

Why don't you just come back obediently~
What kind of faceless expert from Beihai destroyed the formation and killed the reckless snake of 1009. The blame for these mismanagement was all pinned on his head.

but.

As long as he offered Yan Jiu up.

Whether it is the Prophet or the Commander, they will no longer hold on to his mistakes.

But before offering Yan Jiu up.

He wanted to enjoy himself.

【What dirty things is this old thing thinking? 】

[It is conceivable that this old man wants to unspoken rules for the anchor! 】

[I don't even look at what I am, I only dare to say hello to the anchor, but he dares to think in his head! 】

[Calm down, calm down, I just heard our Master Jiu laughing, someone is going to be unlucky~]

Hear the voice of the cigar man.

The agent came back to his senses.

He hadn't had time to tell the boss the fact that Yan Jiu left the company to run a funeral home, and he had no chance to tell the boss about Yan Jiu's weird physique.

The manager was about to remind the boss to be careful of Yan Jiu.

He was stopped by the cigar man raising his hand.

The cigar man waved his hand: "It's none of your business here."

What else does the broker want to say.

The cigar man snorted coldly: "Why don't you hurry up?"

As humble as a broker, he hesitated to speak.

Of course he knew why the boss was so interested.

But before leaving, he wanted to tell his boss Yan Jiu that things are different now.

Just as the manager was about to speak at the risk of being reprimanded by the boss, he found Yan Jiu put his hand on his shoulder.

In an instant.

He can't speak!

Yan Jiu said softly: "You are tired too, go and have a rest, the next thing is the scene between me and the boss~"

The cigar man thought that Yan Jiu was so obedient because after leaving the company, he found that he couldn't make a living.

Know the truth that the situation is stronger than people.

Then suddenly he became so obedient and sensible.

The cigar man put the cigar in his mouth, rubbed his hands, and looked at Yan Jiu who was walking towards him with a smile.

Yan Jiu passed the cigar man and walked towards the office.

She stood in the exquisite and extravagant room, her gaze fixed on the scroll painting on the wall.

There is only one Sanqing Dang in the painting.

The quaint Sanqing bell has a diameter of 8cm and a height of 19cm. The handle is in the shape of a sword, which is in the character of "mountain".

The qi of nature flows out of the invisible.

As for Sanqingling, there are rumors in ancient times: If you vibrate the Dharma bell with a devout heart, gods and ghosts will be here.

【This painting always gives me the feeling that the altar has been emptied...】

[The anchor, quickly take the phone away!Scared me! 】

[I always feel that the bell is not evil, but the scroll is evil, don't you think the anchor? 】

[Is it the soul-inducing bell of the corpse exorcist? 】

[I also have an inexplicable sense of suffocation. 】

[The wretched boss would actually hang such an evil and magical painting, he wouldn't have done some shady things behind his back, he needs this painting to suppress it! ? 】

Ma Weiwei and others who watched the live broadcast silently held their breath, they were all shocked.

Outsiders don't know the efficacy of Sanqingling.

But they know.

Underneath this office lies iniquity.

Otherwise, Sanqingling would not be used to suppress it.

Whether as a magic weapon or as a musical instrument.

Sanqingling can only calm the soul, kill demons, and eliminate demons. It can only protect the body and make people seek good luck and avoid evil.

however.

Sanqingling, which protects the good people in the world, is being used by the villains and has become the umbrella of evil.

Ma Weiwei looked at Lang Zongyi: "Seat!"

Lang Zongyi's face was so gloomy that it seemed that a bloody storm could be set off at any time.

He put his right hand on his left wrist.

The black nylon rope is woven into a long chain that can be wrapped three times around the wrist, and the spikes worn on the chain calm him down.

Lang Zong's eyes were heavy.

Following the camera in Yan Jiu's live broadcast room, he looked faintly at the ugly cigar man.

Do not know why.

Just met Yan Jiu once.

However, he firmly believed that Yan Jiu's behavior would definitely not make the perpetrators happy.

At this moment, Yan Jiu admired enough.

Yan Jiu took off his coat, held his mobile phone and praised: "The taste is good, this painting is not ordinary."

She was wearing a baggy T-shirt underneath.

It is easy to fight at a glance.

At this time.

The cigar man locked the door.

She looked at Yan Jiu who was arranging her hair.

He smiled indifferently, followed Yan Jiu's words and said, "If you like this painting..."

Yan Jiu interrupted: "I really like it."

The cigar man swallowed his saliva.

He misinterpreted Yan Jiu's words as liking him.

The cigar man was just about to imitate Yan Jiu in undressing.

Yan Jiu put down the phone upside down.

Kicked over.

The screams of pain reached the ears of millions of listeners in the live broadcast room through the handset of the mobile phone.

【Hey, did you hear anything? 】

[No, no, I heard nothing! 】

[I'm blind and can't hear the sound. 】

【Me too. 】

【Everyone knows how to pretend to be deaf and dumb~】

[Our signal will be bad in the future. 】

【receive! 】

(End of this chapter)