Chapter 200

"Oh, I said." you are very beautiful today, you can go to bed. I'll go and see the old man in command. He has already known the news of my success. Do you see this old boy's eye liner with us? "Look at the expression of chill and chill on Chu's frightened face. Yunmeng dragon goes on: "Alas, the old man is not worried about me. He is worried about the world. I have to talk to him."

"Boss..." Chu Jingfeng's face showed difficulty and stopped talking.

"What's the matter, but it doesn't hurt to say?" the cloud dream dragon stopped his footpath.

"Do you want to change me back to my original appearance first? It's too ugly." Chu Jingfeng said nervously.

As we all know, cosmetic surgery is a very professional and technical job. Not everyone can unload it. Chu Jingfeng knows that it is impossible to wash his face and restore his male nature. If it is so simple, it is too insulting to Yun Menglong's IQ. Both unloading and cosmetic surgery need special materials and skilled and delicate technology, unless Chu Jingfeng is too full to support himself Shuai wants to disfigure, otherwise he can only ask Yun Menglong to wipe it for him. This is called beginning and end.

Yunmenglong solemnly observed Chu Jingfeng and said seriously, "no, I think it's very beautiful. It's much more beautiful than when you were a man. I look very pleasant."

"But..."

"Nothing, but go and have a rest. There are still things to do at dawn. You did a good job today." Yunmeng Longsheng asked Chu Jingfeng to swallow what he wanted to say back to Dantian.

Chu Jingfeng wanted to make a rumination about yunmenglong's ancestors of the 18th generation, but he didn't have the courage, so he had to leave wrongly. When he turned around, he didn't see the strange smile on yunmenglong's face.

After Chu Jingfeng left, yunmenglong went to Ling aopeng's office. Standing outside the study, yunmenglong closed his eyes. His divine sense was like an infinitely spreading tentacle. He "looked" Ling aopeng, dressed in a navy blue Nightgown, sat in the master's chair and slowly poured himself into Erguotou. He looked calm. Although he was still domineering, the lines on his face became rough in the middle of the night, and the wrinkles on his forehead were as shocking as knife engraving, which made people feel sad about the twilight of a hero.

Yunmenglong opened his eyes, pushed the door and went in. Ling aopeng's eyes lit up for a moment, and they were very soft. There was no fierce domineering or superior oppression, just like the elders looking at the younger generation, they were very kind.