Business Manager

HB Huaxia Pharmaceutical .....

For a few days, it was as quiet as calm, Huaxia Pharmaceuticals was on the right track, and Feng Xiao's little life was at ease.

From time to time, everything is fine, taking the white-haired beast to play and tease Fan Ruoxi, talk to some idiots, and go to Lao Dao and Fan Tong Ermao to make fun of each other. Life is very comfortable.

Although Fan Tong Ermao and others have not yet entered the profession of practitioners, they are not relying on Fengchen to be stingy. They use the background of Fengchen to casually give them a copy of the exercises and teach them to immortal level, mainly considering them. The foundation of the game is just like those who practice martial arts.

The only flaw is that although it has begun production in an assembly line, the necessary grass is stretched.

The lack of spirit grass has always been a big problem. Do you still have to visit Gu Wu? When you think of it here, Feng Chen shook her head. Forget it, let's talk about it later.

"You are the owner of Huaxia Pharmaceutical ... Fan Ruoxi"?

A husky voice rang suddenly in Fan Ruoxi's office, scaring Fan Ruoxi for a while.

"who are you"? After screaming, Fan Ruoxi looked at the old man in front of him, calmed down, and his brain moved quickly, and she didn't know this person in all her memories. Besides, she could pass through the security of Huaxia Pharmaceutical to her office silently. Here, her gut tells herself that this person is not easy.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is ... 咦 ... interesting, interesting ..." The old man's eyelids couldn't help brightening, he found that the woman in front of him was a monk, and there were already martial arts Ten-story repairs.

"Where is the dust?" The old man regained his previous look and asked lightly.

Fan Ruoxi took a look at the old man. Although he didn't know who this person was in front of him, it was definitely not good intentions for this person to find Feng Chen, and he couldn't tell him the trace of Feng Chen anyway: "I don't know if he is where"!

"Oh, don't say it, do you think I'm so confused? I have a way to make you speak," said the old man, lifting his right hand violently, and a black afterimage across his cuff.

"boom"! When the afterimage was a metre away from Fan Ruoxi, after a faint silver halo appeared, the afterimage could no longer move half a step, then fell to the ground, and after a crisp sound, the silver halo Then disappeared again.

"Hey ... it's a magic weapon!"

The old man's body trembled suddenly, his pupils suddenly panic, opened his eyes wide, looked at the woman in front of him, and then looked down at the flying knife that he had fallen to the ground. Although he did not use all his strength, at least he also used it. 60% of his skills, even if the practitioners in the first layer of the refining period want to take the blow of his own, it is not easy at least.

The woman in front of me clearly only has the tenth-level cultivation of the warrior, and her casual blow was taken lightly. If the person had no baby to kill the old man, he would not believe it. I think the old man here is right for the woman in front of him. With an interest, this is the innocence of a husband.

Fan Ruoxi was not feeling better at this time. He clenched his fists, sweat in his hands, and anxiety on his face. The old man shot very fast just now, and could block the old man's blow. Think about the necklace on his neck. .

"Bad ..." Feng Deng, who was wandering in the production workshop, moved his mind and looked cold. The surrounding atmosphere changed with the change of Feng Deng's breath, and then disappeared in place, making Fantong and Ermao Yiyi. It's a ghost.

Just now, my heart felt a scent of alarm from Fan Ruoxi's necklace, Feng Chen inspired the whole body, and came to the meeting room between a few breaths, all the way along the road was full of afterimages.

The old man and Fan Ruoxi faced each other in this way. After Feng Chen came in, he felt a strong momentum oppressing him.

"You're Fengchen?" The old man saw Feng Chen and asked indifferently. Feng Chen's repair was invisible to him, it seemed unfathomable, and he seemed as ordinary as ordinary people.

"Ruoxi, are you okay?"

Feng Chen ignored the old man in front of him, and didn't look at him straight. For Feng Chen, the old man in front of him is no doubt dead.

"Feng Chen, I'm okay, thanks to the gift you gave me." Fan Ruoxi has a lingering fear, but when Feng Chen comes, then it's different. In her heart, Feng Chen is the sky. There is nothing that Feng Chen can't solve.

The old man's mouth twitched a little, and he was ignored by the two juniors. His anger was covered with a wrinkled face, and his eyes were full of anger: Did you seal the dust?

Feng Chen slowly turned his head and looked at the old man in front of him. His face was not white, he was of medium build, and he was dressed in a blue robe.

It really looks like he slapped him here with a slap. At this point, Xiu dare to clamor in front of Lao Tzu, "I am Feng Chen, who are you, and which martial arts are you from?"

"Haha, just admit it. If you have the courage, go for a walk with your husband. How about?" The old man Li Deqing stared at Feng Chen, because here he did not have the guts to kill Feng Chen, to avoid attracting the attention of Guoan.

"Feng Chen ..." As soon as Fan Ruoxi opened his mouth, Feng Chen signaled a smile, "It's okay, I'll go as soon as possible." The old man disappeared in place.

After ten breaths, the two appeared in shape.

It was just a shabby warehouse. The old man was still a little confused, and almost fell to the ground with a cricket.

"Are you satisfied with this place?" Feng Chen held his hands, a faint smile on his face, and looked at the old man.

The old man squinted his eyes and his hands were slightly trembling. His instinctual reaction told him that the dust in front of his eyes was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. He just felt ashamed of the hand that Feng Chen had just exposed, his brother. It's the same. I can't help but keep an eye in my heart.

"Hum, why did you kill me back to soul valley"? The old man snorted coldly, but his tone was calm, and he could not see any anger, but Feng Chen had seen the anger in his heart from his eyes.

Feng Chen looked at the old man on the opposite side with a look of contempt. As soon as the corner of his mouth was written, "kill and kill. There is no reason. If there is anything, they should kill."

"Young man, do you think that you can be mad when you practice ancient martial arts for a few years, who do you learn from? I'd better educate you for you, and I'll let you know what regrets later. . "The old man's complexion finally couldn't calm down, and he became completely blue.

The corner of Fengchen's mouth evoked a slight arc, and learned the thoughts of the old man. First, he raised a **** to the old man and then immediately pointed down. "There is so much talk, you have the ability to come, do you dare not teach me , Live so many years old, really **** wonder if you grew up eating shit, you **** a scam. "