Fake Yan Tao gritted his teeth, and the three words were almost squeezed out from his teeth.

In the cold voice, endless hatred and malice were accumulated.

"Knock!"

The door of the room suddenly rang.

"who?"

The fake Yan Tao took a deep breath, restrained the expression on his face, and slowly sat up straight.

"It's me, marshal."

Yuan Jing's calm voice came from outside the door, "There is a document that needs to be signed."

"Come in."

Yuan Jing responded and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the door, Yuan Jing saw the crushed table in the room at a glance.

Yuan Jing's eyes, which looked like snake eyes, moved slightly, but he handed the information in his arms to Fake Yan Tao as if he hadn't seen it.

“This is the document you need to sign.”

"Some of the local lord's mansions are uploaded, and some are the financial expenditure statements of the Yunxiao Fleet this year."

"Take it over and I'll take a look."

The fake Yan Tao reached out to take it, opened a piece casually, lowered his eyes, and swept it over with ten lines at a glance.

Yuan Jing stood beside him, teasing him as if he was jokingly: "Master Marshal, you have really changed a lot this time."

"Can't it be that the engaged man really starts to feel responsible?"

"Marson Marshal, I rarely ran to the main control room before."

The fake Yan Tao's fingers pinching the information paused slightly, and turned over another page as if calmly: "Suddenly I feel that it's good to stay here."

He put down the information, looked at Yuan Jing, and said with a smile: "Why, do you still have any objections to where I am?"

"How dare I have an objection?"

Yuan Jing: "You are the marshal, you can do whatever you want."

He spread his hands and suddenly bent forward, pressed his elbows on the table, and leaned closer: "Mr. Marshal, you seem to be black recently."

"It's not as white as before."

“…It seems like I have acne.”

The fake Yan Tao frowned slightly, and his face was blank: "What the hell do you want to say?"

“…No, nothing.”

Yuan Jing laughed, took the signed document from the fake Yan Tao, and turned around and left.

When he turned around, the fake Yan Tao raised his face, and his eyes fell on Yuan Jing's back as he left, with a clear and unstable look in his eyes.

Yuan Jing walked out of the main control room with the stack of information.

When he stood outside the door, his steps paused slightly.

He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, swept the words Yan Tao in the information, and shook his head silently.

It's night.

The silent night enveloped the earth.

The entire Marshal's Mansion fell into peace.

Yan Tao stood in front of his room, looking at the building in the middle of the courtyard not far away.

The next second, he supported his right hand in front of the window, and suddenly exerted force on his wrist, and he quietly jumped from the window to the lawn outside the room.

However, as soon as he stood on the grass, Yan Tao felt something furry was scratching her at her feet.

Young Master Yan picked his eyes slightly and turned to look over.

It was facing Chuxue's eyes that were faintly shining in the darkness.

The big tiger was hitting her calves with his big head.

At the same time, he stretched out his two fleshy front paws and hugged Yan Tao's stepping out feet.

Yan Tao half-squatted down.

His right index finger bent slightly and knocked on Chuxue's furry forehead: "Why are you here?"

Chuxue snored in her throat.

It suddenly opened its mouth and spitted a bottle of transparent potion that was licked into Yan Tao's hands.

Young Master Yan pinched the potion bottle with two fingers in disgust.

After using all his strength, he barely suppressed the urge to throw this thing out.

Chuxue spit out the things in her mouth and stretched comfortably.

Wow!

Finally, I can eat meat!
Chapter completed!