The cool-toned decoration design has always been in line with her innate coolness.
Although he is serious about outsiders, he has the magnanimity and dignity that a young master of Kunlun should have.
She was sitting on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window, her vision seemed a little wandering.
Since I fainted for no reason two months ago, I woke up with two incomplete fonts on my arm.
One sou and one fu.
Lingxi didn't know what happened or why it happened.
The only thing she noticed was that her memory seemed to have been erased.
It becomes no longer complete and cannot be connected in series.
For a while now, she has tried every means to make up for the lost memory, but she has always failed.
This made her quite upset, and she lived in a state of confusion every day.
So, for two whole months, this was her first time coming to the headquarters building.
There were piles of documents on her desk that required her signature and seal. She didn't read any of them. She was in no mood and couldn't cheer up.
Until the arrival of Tang Jingyue and Pei Chuan broke her silence of not wanting to be disturbed by outsiders.
"Uncle Master."
Lingxi shouted softly and leaned on the sofa, still not wanting to move.
Tang Jingyue handed over the "accident report" sent by Ni Jiujiang, sat on the sofa opposite and said, "Let's take a look, I don't know how to deal with it."
"Those unwritten rules, knowing that they do more harm than good, are what your master acquiesces to."
"In the past, those who had the courage to "cross the line" would disappear from the headquarters without exception."
"Some of them are approved by us, but we turn a blind eye. We don't want to harm the fundamentals and follow the wishes of our senior master."
"But this time, it's different."
"That boy is someone that Junior Brother Xinglan values, and he will probably become a direct disciple of the Third Peak."
"You know how protective your uncle Xinglan is."
"Hey, I have a headache and am very annoyed."
Tang Jingyue complained repeatedly: "You are the young headmaster, you have the final say."
Lingxi flipped through the accident report and said without raising his head: "What does Zhao Mianfeng mean by the demon spy?"
Pei Chuan let out a strange laugh and said, "Uncle Jingyue and I guessed that Tigou might have the self-defense trump card given to him by Uncle Xinglan."
"How can Liu Yang, who is on the fifth level of force, and Zhao Mianfeng, who is on the seventh level of force, not suffer losses?"
"The gods and ghosts didn't know it, so they naturally regarded him as a monster and said he could perform magic tricks."
"Senior sister, please rest assured. Uncle Jingyue and I have personally verified Yigou's identity. It will not be fake."
Tang Jingyue added: "Yes, that boy is proficient in almost all the secret arts of Kunlun, but he can't practice it."
"It is reasonable for Junior Brother Xinglan to give him a trump card for self-defense."
"After all, he is just an ordinary mortal, and his personal safety needs to be guaranteed."
Lingxi asked: "If that's the case, why don't you inform the managers at the lobby earlier so that they can avoid provoking Tesco?"
"This quarrel is just causing unnecessary trouble."
Tang Jingyue explained: "Junior brother Xinglan asked him to report to the headquarters for the purpose of training. I explained this to you last night and asked for your consent, okay?"
Lingxi was dumbfounded and said: "I agree?"
Pei Chuan testified: "Sister, I was also present at the time, and you did agree."
Lingxi put his hand on his forehead, expressing his speechlessness.
Tang Jingyue covered her mouth and snickered: "How about this, the other disciples will be punished with minor punishments and punished with big warnings, each with ten lashes."
"Yigou, twenty lashes, temporarily transfer him to the handyman room to help."
"Save some face for Feng Shui Tang, and then transfer Tesco back when the dust has settled and the limelight has passed."
"Ni Jiujiang is not stupid, and his group of disciples are not incurable idiots. They can definitely figure out the key points."
Pei Chuan said horrified: "Twenty lashes? Master, please stop joking."
"With Yigou's physique and appearance of not losing much weight, do you think he can withstand twenty lashes?"
"Don't beat him to death. That's really something I can't explain to Uncle Xinglan."
Tang Jingyue lowered her voice and said: "Put a piece of kraft paper on your back, give the first fifteen gentle blows, and the last five for show."
"You can't just go and attack the headquarters by yourself just because of the rules that have been established for a long time."
"If you want to move, it won't change overnight."
Pei Chuan objected: "I'm not afraid that Yangzhai will be dishonest, but I'm afraid that Tigou won't be convinced."
"The janitor's room is more messy than the Feng Shui Hall. With that guy's temper, do you expect him to keep to himself?"
"If this causes a bigger trouble, wouldn't it be us who wipe his ass?"
"If Uncle Xinglan doesn't say anything, who dares to drive him out of the headquarters building?"
