The host of the villain is too arrogant

Chapter 74 Modern Cultivation [36]

He has a distasteful temper and lacks strength, and there are really not many people who respect him.

However, the etiquette on the surface must be observed.

"Sit down, sit down." Ji Zhao waved his hand, found his empty seat and sat down, completely ignoring the vice president.

The vice president restrained his anger, his eyes were gloomy: "What are you doing here?"

Ji Zhao lazily leaned back on the chair, almost put his legs on the table, "Why? I can't come? Even if I go out for a few days, I won't even have a seat?"

"That's not what it means." The vice president frowned.

Ji Zhao knocked on the table in a funny way, jokingly: "Then what do you mean?"

"Forget it, I won't argue with you." The vice president took a deep breath and continued the topic just now.

Ji Zhao lowered his head and huddled on the chair, his eyelids drooped slightly, covering the light in his eyes.

Sitting next to him was an old man with a white beard. The old man was smiling and did not participate in the speech.

But when it comes to important points, he will ask for his opinion.

He stroked his beard, narrowed his eyes, and called Ji Zhao softly.

After a while, Ji Zhao raised his head, his dark eyes could not see the end at a glance, dead silent and cold.

It was filled with ice, which made people's bones and blood cold.

There seems to be a city inside, a city that has been slaughtered, blood flowing like a river, evil spirits surging, a purgatory on earth.

It took the old man a while to pull himself out of it, and even he almost fell into it.

His smiling face disappeared, replaced by a touch of regret, and he opened his lips.

However, Ji Zhao returned to his previous appearance, with a playful smile in his clear eyes, confident, arrogant, and arrogant.

"Old man, are you free?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he could make people jump in anger.

The old man sighed silently, "If you really don't want to, go to Tongxiang."

Ji Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to tell whether it was irony or something else, "Old man, you really talk a lot."

The old man knew that he couldn't talk about him, and he couldn't talk about him. Ji Zhao saw a painful expression on his face, brushed his fingertips across the chair, and said lightly, "I don't want to trouble him."

The old man wanted to say something again, but Ji Zhao lowered his head again, and he shook his head.

Vice President: "Which one of you will go?"

An elder sitting next to him said, "Let my apprentice go."

Another elder interrupted him, and one after another the elder recommended his own people.

"It doesn't matter which one of you goes, just bring Qinghuan with you." His apprentice, Sun Qinghuan, was confused by someone who killed a thousand swords, and now he is unconscious.

The vice president nodded, "Yes."

Ji Zhao clasped the table with his fingers, and the sound disturbed everyone. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'll go."

It's a declarative sentence, it doesn't mean to ask for consent.

An elder refused to accept it, and glared at him: "Gu Ying, you did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"You hit me on purpose."

The vice president frowned so much that they could be twisted into a rope: "Gu Ying! Don't mess around!"

This time, he sent someone to pray for rain. With his cultivation level, he couldn't even ask for rain, let alone pray for rain.

Ji Zhao shook the chair, abruptly turning the armchair into a rocking chair, "I'm not discussing with you."

The vice president was extremely angry, "Presumptuous!"

Ji Zhao raised his eyes and glanced at him, and smiled casually, "Second Senior Brother~"

When the vice president heard his call, his heart skipped a beat, and he fell silent.

Not only him, but the whole audience fell silent, only the sound of his chair shaking could be heard.

Creak.

The old man with a white beard said vicissitudes of life: "Go if you want to go, it's okay to find someone to go with and have fun."

(End of this chapter)