Chapter 1222. Officers with Strange Painting Styles

The door was slowly pushed open.

Yuan Jing stood sideways and bowed slightly.

The handsome young man came against the light, and the light blue fluorescence reflected his whole body into a blue color like the Milky Way.

Yan Tao put one hand in his pocket and walked into the conference room casually.

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

"Your Excellency Marshal."

Young Master Yan raised his hand gently, 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, intertwined his slender jade-like 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 have you been these days?"

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

"yes."

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

No one dared to look at the main seat.

How scary their marshal is, it's true that his family knows his own family.

At this time, you must not talk too much.

Once said, it is definitely wrong.

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

A cold glare was thrown at the right forward Qi Buer's face, "Qi Buer, what, your marshal has reached the point where he is too ugly to look at?!"

"Or are you saying that they didn't dare to look at me? Did they do something wrong behind my back?"

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

The officers felt their hearts pounding and quickly looked up.

Big beads of sweat dripped from Qi Buer's forehead, struggling to survive under the pressure of the marshal.

"That's right, Marshal."

"When you came in just now, my subordinates noticed that you were even more glorious than before. You were no longer as handsome as a real person. You didn't look like a sick person at all. Instead, you were full of energy and unparalleled magnificence!"

Right, that is it!

The young man's slender white fingers rubbed his chin, and a thoughtful look appeared on his handsome face: "Really?"

The officers quickly seized the opportunity to flatter the marshal.

"really!"

"Marshal, this guy Qi Buer didn't even go to school. Look at what he said. You are not as handsome as a real person. Even if the gods reappear, they will never be able to match your charm."

The officer who said this gave Chibull a hard look.

MD!

This shameless guy actually stole his lines!

Chibur...!

Yun Kuo witnessed the whole process...

I saw Master Yan’s picturesque eyebrows raised with a look of disgust, “You can’t even flatter me, you’re a bunch of idiots.”

She was not happy at all hearing this low-quality flattery.

"Forget it," the young and handsome Marshal Er glanced around with disgust, "You can just fight."

The tone is apologetic and sad.

The officers hung their heads in shame.

Yuan Jing...

Why do I feel like the head of the family has let himself go even more since he came back?

At least I was more restrained before.

Now……

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

Just seeing these generals, who were all majestic in the empire, felt ashamed all the time, as if they had experienced a huge failure.

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

You are all battle-hardened generals in the empire.

Being able to fight is already very powerful, okay!