Chapter 1787

"Knock, knock!"

A knock on the door suddenly sounded from the outside.

Song leaf turned back and was knocking at the door slowly.

"Come in."

Song Ling Feng hurried into the room. When he saw xuanming, he was a little surprised. He bowed slightly and reported to Yan Tao: "marshal, there is news from the DILIN system. The old Marshal plans to reopen the Parliament and wants to invite all family heads in the Empire to attend the meeting in the DILIN system."

"And..."

Song Ling Feng secretly glanced at Yan Tao: "our people heard that the old Marshal seemed to want to vote for a new Imperial Emperor in this Parliament."

Yan Tao raised his eyebrows carelessly: "Oh."

"When the time came, they handed over the invitation. You said that Ben Shuai was seriously injured. He had more heart than strength and couldn't go to the meeting. By the way, express Ben Shuai's deep apology to the old marshal."

Song leaf pulled at the corner of his mouth.

ok

He always knew that his Marshal... Had no ambition.

The Imperial Emperor or something is a sweet pastry for others, but their marshal is not rare at all.

After Songling finished reporting, he dropped his hand and stood aside.

Yun Kuo looked at xuanming: "now that you're back, just do what you should do."

Xuanming pretended that I didn't understand.

"What should I do?"

Xuanming rubbed his chin: "after so many years, I decided to change my line and do something else."

"Yes."

Master Yan nodded cleanly and spoke quickly: "we vote."

"Those who agree to xuanming's career change raise their hands."

Xuanming quickly raised his hands.

Young master Yan rolled his eyes lazily and opened his mouth faintly "Even if you raise your feet, you have only one vote."

"Three to one."

"You lost."

Xuanming jumped down from the bed angrily and glared at Yantao: "you're cheating. It's unfair!"

Yan Tao: "the voting is over. It's time to implement the voting results."

"Those who are dissatisfied can wait until the next vote."

Xuanming!!

shame on you!

Shameless!

Xuanming was indignant, but he got up helpless.

I can only go to the Lord's house according to Yantao's instructions.

Alas, his life may be a hard life.

"Knock knock"

The knock on the door sounded again.

This time, the person who came in was Yan Zun.

Yan Zun was wearing a black suit, which made his body more slender.

He stepped into the door and looked at Yantao.

The tone was gentle and calm: "do you feel all right? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Young master Yan didn't want to talk to him.

She pursed her lips: "what did you do to Qin Zong?"

The girl's tone was with some sharp questioning and implicit anger.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

Yan Zun sighed softly, sat down beside the bed and looked gently at Yan Tao: "he is the Lord of the foreign land. The purple gas is towering. I transferred half of his luck to you, which won't hinder him too much."

Originally, he intended to transfer all the luck of the foreign Lord to Yan Tao.

It's just, he never thought,

The Lord of the foreign land will be Qin Zong.

Transfer air transportation

Yan Tao frowned deeply.

A moment later, she raised her head and stared at Yan Zun. In a fierce tone, she opened her mouth: "Lord of foreign lands, he comes from another universe."

"But you already know, even waiting for him."

"Transfer his fortune to me."

"What do you want me to do after all this trouble?"