Chapter 911

They were all talking about their dissatisfaction when they suddenly heard an uncoordinated voice: "when will dinner begin?

Allie?

It's the time to ask for rebellious thieves. It's a strange brain circuit to think of eating.

They followed the prestige and saw Kong Dashan, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, sitting in his seat, holding his hands on the table. His expression was as cold as iron: "when will dinner begin?"

"Are you a loser?"

Qian wangsun asked. He was most afraid of two people in his life. The little martial uncle with a whip, Zheng Feiyue, smiled. The big man in front of him was not among them.

Kong Dashan didn't show any simple and honest expression, and his expression was as cold as ever: "the sect leader sent me here for two tasks, one is to listen to the order to investigate the remaining evils, and the other is to taste the cooking of the city Lord's residence."

"Are you a loser?"

Qian wangsun continued to ask, because this is really the question he wants to ask most.

Kong Dashan grinned, not simple, but full of cold meaning: "those who say I'm a loser are dead. Do you want to be the next one?"

"Fight and fight!"

The red ghost clapped his hands and shouted, looking afraid of peace in the world.

"Enough!"

Liu Qingfeng was finally overwhelmed by this group of guys. He patted the table fiercely, and the breath of the great friar broke out. For a moment, the meeting room was full of blue light and killing opportunities.

Then they shut up.

Anyway, Liu Qingfeng is a big friar from the general League. At present, he is really angry. No one commits a crime against the wind, but secretly stares at each other.

Liu Qingfeng has a headache.

He doesn't care about the gratitude and resentment of these people, but he cares about the task. Since he came to the east bank and tossed for more than a month, the investigation task has made no progress, which has become a heart disease for him.

"You guys, tongtianmen is our common enemy. If you quarrel and fight here, you will only take advantage of those underground mice, which will hurt your relatives and make your enemies quick!"

The crowd looked at him.

Lian Hao, who had been silent all the time, said coldly, "how does deacon Liu want to find out? Although Lian is modest, he is willing to do his part for the general alliance."

Liu Qingfeng was delighted at the speech.

Although Lian Hao is the only one of the seven who has no background and weight, it's good to be obedient and sensible and stay around to listen to propaganda.

"Learn from Lianhao and friends, eliminate the remaining evils on the east bank as soon as possible, and you can return to your sect as soon as possible." Liu Qingfeng first set up a positive example, and then pondered.

How can I check it?

This month, he was busy raising people all day, but he didn't think about how to recruit people.

To be exact, in his original idea, this was a problem that did not need to be thought about. When someone came, he directly launched a carpet search in Qizong 56 city.

But after a month, he was no longer the Wu Xia Amun. He knew that this method was stupid. At the moment, he didn't put forward it to shame, so he had to think about it again.

But the method is not to pat the forehead. Liu Qingfeng held it for a long time. The more he thought, the bigger his brain became. He didn't have a clue. He subconsciously looked at Zheng Feiyue behind him.

The captain is always good at making up his mind.

Others also looked at Zheng Feiyue. Their eyes were either calm or curious, and even masochistic. They wanted to see what good ideas the city Lord could come up with.

After waiting for half an hour, everyone finally heard what the master said.

Just two words: "eat."

"Eat?" everyone was surprised.

"When it's time to eat, eat and think." Zheng Feiyue got up and stretched himself. He looked like a hungry man who wanted to stay in bed all night.

Even Liu Qingfeng had to follow Zheng Feiyue out of the main hall and came to the special dining place in the side hall.

The table has been set up. There are wine and vegetables. Zheng Feiyue sits first, and others sit down one after another.

Zheng Feiyue picked up the bowls and chopsticks and didn't greet others. He buried himself in eating. Kong Dashan followed him and attacked the delicious dishes on the table, as if he were destroying his life and death enemies.

Others moved chopsticks one after another.

A meal was very quiet. When the dishes gradually went away and the fragrant tea was served, Zheng Feiyue took a breath, patted his stomach and said, "deacon Liu is responsible for the investigation, and I'll give my ideas behind."

Kong Dashan was extremely satisfied with a meal and became respectful to Zheng Feiyue. It seems that whoever can cook a good dish is a hero: "city Lord Zheng, the patriarch asked me to come here and only listen to your orders!"

"Deacon Liu's orders are my orders." Zheng Feiyue said lazily.

In the eyes of Qizong, this guy is naturally tired and lazy, but in the eyes of Liu Qingfeng, he is running out of time and has no fun.

Lao Liu can't help feeling that the hero is dying!

Eh, no, what kind of hero is Zheng Feiyue?

On the other side, Kong Dashan scratched his head. Finally, he showed his simple and honest side and asked Tieyi around him, "who should I listen to?"

Tie Yi raised his eyes and said blankly, "what?"

Kong Dashan was happy: "what are you thinking? You look like a fool. Are the magic weapon sect as interesting as you?"

"Nonsense!" Tie Yi was dissatisfied. Just now he was thinking about a technical problem in forging, and suddenly thought of the problem before Kong Dashan. "This is mulberry ghost town. Naturally, you should listen to the city master."

"Oh." Kong Dashan nodded.

Others happily watched the excitement and listened to the questions and answers between the donkey and the horse. For a time, the side hall was full of happiness.

Dong Dong!

Zheng Feiyue knocked on the table, attracted his attention and said, "you are the leaders of the sect and the elites of the industry. We still need everyone to brainstorm on how to eradicate the remaining evils."

As soon as the voice fell, someone jumped out.

The red ghost had been waiting here for a long time. When he heard the speech, he immediately became sinister and said, "Lord Zheng, don't flatter us. We can't bear such a great feeling.

Who boasted in front of the gold medal deacon? Who vowed to clear up the remaining evils on the east bank within half a year? Now let's make up our mind. We don't have a good idea. "

"Well said!"

The house applauded and cheered loudly.

Lian Hao sneered at each other. Li Wanqing was silent. Qian wangsun laughed and looked like watching a good play. Only Kong Dashan and Tie Yi frowned and seemed dissatisfied with the red ghost's words.

"Cough." Zheng Feiyue suddenly coughed, and the voice became louder and louder, driving the table in front of him to shake slightly.

Liu Qingfeng was worried that Zheng Feiyue would suddenly hang up and his task would become yellow. He couldn't help saying, "are you okay? Do you want to..."

Zheng Feiyue quickly waved his hand and motioned him not to talk.

Liu Qingfeng knew he had made a mistake and shut up quickly.

This scene fell into the eyes of others and made them wonder: look at this half dead look, is it the battle of fairy peak that the injury is not healed? Or, the root cause?

That's exciting news.