Seeing Feng Jinghong walk in, Gong Zhen's face suddenly turned dark again.
His face at this time was so dark that ink could drip from it.
As he walked past, he looked at Feng Jinghong.
"Your Excellency Mo Jiu, where did you go just now?" Did you go to Feng Luo?
"It's nothing. I went for a walk to adjust my mood. You probably don't want to get punched again." As he said that, Feng Jinghong pointed to the injury on his eye.
Mu Yin stood aside and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he heard this.
Seeing Gong Zhen's face, he took deep breaths several times before he could hold back his laughter.
Who dared to talk to Gong Zhen like this after beating someone? Feng Jinghong is the only one in this world.
But I have never seen him look anxious at that time.
Now that I'm walking out like this, I don't feel any discomfort on my face, and it doesn't even look like anything happened.
So, nothing happened inside, and Luo Qingfeng was fine too
That's good, that's good.
"By the way, when Feng Luo is about to come out, remember to send someone to notify me." After saying that, Feng Jinghong turned around and walked out.
In this way, when Xiao Qing'er comes out, she can go to the space to pick her up.
Feng Jinghong walked out with a smile, completely ignoring the expressions of the people around him.
Luo Qingfeng didn't know that she asked him to pick her up, but she didn't know when it had changed to go to the space to pick her up.
This seems to have two meanings.
Everyone looked at the background where he left, and the corners of their mouths twitched fiercely.
Turning his head to look at Gong Zhen, he found that his face was already dripping with ink.
Shrinking their necks, everyone turned around and walked around.
They haven't seen anything, they don't know anything, that's all.
Mu Yin coughed lightly and walked away. However, as soon as he took a step forward, Gong Zhen's voice sounded next to him.
"You stay." Hum
The corners of Mu Yin's mouth twitched, why?
If such a person can leave, why should he stay? I’m not convinced.
"Vice dean, I was injured recently and I'm recovering. If you have anything to do, why don't you find Fanmu and the others." After saying that, Mu Yin left in a flash.
What a joke, he doesn't want to stay. How can a mortal survive in that kind of atmosphere?
Seeing them walking away, Gong Zheng's face became even more gloomy, undoubtedly to the extreme.
The corner of his eye hurt slightly, he wrinkled his face and reached out to touch it.
pain
This Mo Jiu, you can't be gentle.
Now that this bruise is left, how can he go out these days?
Thinking of this, Gong Zhen became even more angry.
In the air, Xuan An looked down at the direction of the Spiritual Master Academy, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and he looked back.
"Your Majesty, does this Vice-President Gong Zheng hold a grudge?" After all, Your Majesty, he did something to him. Not only did he do it, but he also touched his face.
"I don't have to worry about him holding a grudge." Feng Jinghong said coldly, not caring at all.
Xuan An touched his nose and saw that the Lord never had to worry about these problems.
Holding a grudge, even if Gong Zhen held a grudge, he would still dare to do anything.
"Let's go back." Feng Jinghong turned around and left with a satisfied look on his face, with a smile on his face.
Xuan An followed him with a suspicious look on his face.
The Lord was very excited just now, why did he recover all of a sudden?
And where did the Lord go just now?
"That's right." Feng Jinghong stopped.
Xuan An quickly came to his senses and stopped behind him, sighing secretly in his heart.
Almost, almost hit the Lord.
"Have people guard this place. As long as there is news that Xiao Qing'er is coming back, come back and report immediately."