Guardian Chapter 57: Cao Poker will also show off acting skills

The subordinate clerk looked at Cao Guangxiao, who was looking at him with a cold face, and subconsciously shrank his neck.

"Say, otherwise the headquarters Qianzhang will regard you as scorning the official." Yan Zhengchun moved out of the post of Yang, is telling the subordinate staff, you are not in the rank, I, the official sixth grade official, can easily squeeze you.

The subordinates looked at Cao Guangxiao and then at Yan Zhengchun. Both sides couldn’t afford to offend, but when people asked about the laws and regulations, wouldn’t they appear to be incompetent? How would they do things in this class in the future? This town soul division is notoriously good enough, and in this month, it can be worth two or three years of foreign counterparts.

The subordinate staff can only whisper a promise, "Looking at Shangguan, sin of disrespect, twenty sticks."

"Come on with the stick." Yan Zhengchun stretched out his hand to hold it imaginarily, and he had already passed the stick with the dogleg.

Yan Zhengchun held the staff in his hand and tilted his head towards Chen Feng with full expression, "The nomadic deputy lieutenant stared at Chief Ying Qian. Twenty rods are you, or I will help you lead them."

Chen Feng couldn't look at this person's arrogant face.

Subconsciously blurted out, "You're a chicken feather."

At that time, Chen Feng only felt that his whole body was hollowed out, and for an instant there was a wave of dazzling boredom.

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

The man vomited strangely and vomited strangely.

Spray sugar water out as much as possible.

Where's the sugar water?

Only the onlookers are dumbfounded.

Yan Zhengchun squirts wildly, like spraying drunken objects out of his throat after drinking too much. There will be a sugar water fountain, then a sugar water fountain, spraying and spraying, and then start to spray fishy odors.

The smell, not to mention how smelly it is, the whole classroom is filled with a weird smell.

This is the reward that Chen Feng said the soul sugar man chapter received. At first he didn't know how to use it. It turned out that there was no cast object at the time, and the effect was not seen. At this time, the crooked hit is on the right side. It can be understood that this "called sugar man" employs people. It is such a usage.

The effect is remarkable, and Chen Feng is not without a price. The energy of his whole body is exhausted, and he is more tired than being sucked up overnight.

"You... vomit... step on a horse... poh..." Yan Zhengchun couldn't speak fluently, and his mouth was open, and all the feces and feces were sprayed out.

It's so full of feces, even Cao Guangxiao, a poker face who has always been calm, backed up and avoided, let alone other people, hiding his nose and hiding, for fear of avoiding it.

Yan Zhengchun's heart and liver trembled, and the vomiting energy he pulled up, only to pull his intestines from the tip of the chrysanthemum.

What makes him even more ashamed is that the dignified tombs are full of ugliness in the public. This spread will go out, the coercion will sweep the ground, and the face will be lost.

"It's none of my business, I didn't touch him." Chen Feng pinched his nose and explained to others, "This man has eaten too much sugar, has a nausea and malabsorption. This is based on medical evidence, nah. Now, look, I'm spouting sugar again. This is a ruminating effect. You have seen Niu'er chewing grass. The truth is the same."

Everyone, Ullala, is farther away.

It's okay if you don't explain this. Once you explain, people will feel more intimidated. What kind of rumination? Ah, we can understand ruminating syrup, ruminating feces, do you call it ruminating?

I thought of Yan Zhengchun's experience again in my mind, and immediately a few people couldn't hold back, and they all vomited up the overnight meal together.

Yan Zhengchun vomited, vomiting nothing to vomit, and his whole body was so dirty that he was stinking and noisy on the paralyzed floor, and he swept the floor gracefully.

Cao Guangxiao covered his nose and mouth, his cheeks twitched, and finally couldn't bear it. He ordered someone to bring the bucket and rinsed it with Yan Zhengchun, whose eyes were fading.

It's so filthy, it's not full of flavor.

Yan Zhengchun is just like a hundred-year-old Maokeng. Even if he drew out his manure and left it to dry for a year or a half, the smell was still so irritating.

Yan Zhengchun is almost stupid, and he can't wait to find a hole to drill down.

I just regained a bit of strength, and the fur on his head was rubbed with anger.

He became angry and got up, lifted the stick and smashed it towards Chen Feng.

With a bang, the stick broke into two pieces. Chen Feng took advantage of the momentum to make a trip to the ground and rolled twice in place. He straightened his body in time, rolled his eyes, twitched his legs, and swayed. .

"Eleven, what's wrong with you Eleven." Cao Guangxiao was really anxious. He knelt on the ground in three steps and took two steps and hugged the stiff Chen Feng.

Chen Feng's headrest was in Cao Guangxiao's arms, and he squinted and gave him a wink.

Cao Guangxiao's face stiffened, and the corners of his mouth cramped. It took two breaths before he realized that Chen Feng was acting.

"Ah, Chen Feng, why are you hurt so badly, my God, come here, Yan Zhengchun was crippled with a stick."

Looking at Cao Guangxiao's stiff expression and a sullen expression on his face, Chen Feng closed his eyes and complained wildly in his heart: Hey, hey, the play is over, you have a facial paralysis and no talent for acting, so don't mess with me.

Although he thought so in his heart, Chen Feng bit his tongue very cooperatively, puffed out a **** mist, tremblingly raised his hand and lowered it, showing a kind of coma, hanging his last breath. , Swear to death also recognize the murderer's stubbornness.

"You...you...you are so cruel." Chen Feng uttered a few words "weakly" and "hate", his arm crooked, and he put it down softly.

"October, you wake up, you can't die." Cao Guangxiao began to do a tragic performance again, but this cowardly howling, without a drop of tears, acting is really lame, bad reviews.

Yan Zhengchun is stupid again, he is puzzled, when the stick is so powerful?

The soul of the town has made the class lively.

Beidouke also heard movement over there.

Chen Mingting and Ou Julian heard that Chen Feng was beaten into a coma, and they looked at each other and started copying the guys.

The friendship between this comrade-in-arms who went to the battlefield to carry a gun is unusual.

Ou Julian also knows to arouse group anger, and roars: "The soul-holding line is bullying us called the soul-line. Today, it is Chen Qiuchen who is guilty of the crime today. Cao Guangxiao, who had gone to the tomb, was tripped up. This is because he looked down on his identity as Qiuchen. Brothers, both are Qiuchen. Let’s ask for an explanation."

"I heard that it was Yan Zhengchun who led a man to beat the soul master of the Tianji team. We have reason first. We have to make trouble with Jin Fengwei. We are all right." Chen Mingting's voice was so loud that the wall was so horrified. .

In the other room, Lin Zhonghou, who was tilting Erlang's legs and sipping tea and humming a little song, stood up and sat down slowly.

He tapped his chubby fingers on the desktop, and after a while, he took a sip of tea with relish, and muttered: "I don't know anything about this pretence, hey, make a fuss, it's better to be the emperor. It's up to you how Jin Fengwei responds..."

Here, the scumbag Qiuchen was stopped by the guards of the Fengwei Mansion before he left the Beidou Branch. "Master Jin has a statute. It’s light, it’s impossible to drive away from the Soul Town Division."

Ulala, wherever people come, they will be scattered, leaving behind Chen Mingting and Ou Julian who are hesitant.

"That's it, benevolence is the most righteous, look at Brother Chen's good fortune."

"Oh, my brother, don't blame the brothers for being kind, it's really...oh!"

The two sighed, thumped their chests and feet. Anyway, leaving someone to guard this place left a good impression of loyalty.