Cheng Beiguo let go of the door handle and fell down straight.

However, the imagination of hitting the hard marble floor did not happen, and his body was held by another equally hard object.

The confused mind became clear at this moment. Cheng Beiguo realized that the process of falling to the ground seemed to be a little short, and the warmth coming from his cheeks and a slightly old-fashioned smell floating in his breath also made him feel familiar.

He instinctively reached out and touched.

Wooden... table? conference table?

He quickly made a judgment and opened his eyes. He immediately found that the guess was correct. At this time, he was lying on the conference table in a prone posture.

Steadily.

The right angle formed by the table and the door panel is exactly stuck at his waist and hips. After the precise calculation of the angle, distance and force, the table can not only lock his body and not continue to slide down, but also avoid the seriousness of injuring a certain part that the man cannot be injured.

But with the physical strength of the cultivator, this kind of considerate is really unnecessary, okay?

"Thank you." Cheng Beiguo raised his head weakly, looked at the eldest son of the Zong Zheng family who was about to reclaim his feet with his eyes open, and tried his best to make his tone appear sincere:

"Actually, you can kick the chair."

The seats in the conference room are all genuine leather, with moderate softness and hardness, at least they feel better than the hard table.

What's more, the muscular men of Zong Zheng's family are all agile and powerful. Not to mention kicking a chair, even if Zong Zhengdong kicks a dozen chairs in one second and then forms a "chair bed" it would be fine.

After Zong Zhengdong took his hands, he stood straight and his voice was as hard as steel: "Sorry."

It is urgent to follow the power, not to mention that this conference table is also an old object from a certain family, with super-strength hardening spell attached, which is just right at this time.

Anyway, he felt that there was no better carrier than this.

Cheng Beiguo rolled his eyes.

Even though he firmly believed that everyone in the Zong Zheng family had muscles in their heads, sometimes, some people - such as someone at this time - would make Cheng Beiguo feel that among those ugly and stubborn muscles, perhaps occasionally, a little brain flower would appear like a fish that escaped the net.

Holding the table and standing up slowly, Cheng Beiguo secretly calmed down the disordered spiritual power in his body, and made up his mind to "look at you for a moment and I will lose."

Zong Zhengdong was watching, his expression was extremely cold.

Cheng Beiguo's face was unprecedentedly ugly. He felt like he was about to be idled from the inside out, especially those eyes.

Under normal circumstances, after using the time backtracking technique, the eyes of the Cheng clan members will become a very transparent glass gray.

At this time, Cheng Beiguo's eyes appeared gray-like white, like a wall with a thin putty painted, commonly known as dead fish eyes.

What Zong Zhengdong cares even more was the trembling, majestic and bizarre aura left on the other party.

That is the remnant after confronting some supreme being. This is because that existence had no malicious intentions and just accidentally cast a look. Otherwise, Cheng Beiguo might have turned into ashes directly.

Now, the owner of that breath has long stopped paying attention to this place, but this residual "intention" makes it so powerful that it is terrifying.

At this moment, when Zong Zhengdong and Cheng Beiguo looked directly at the eyes of Cheng Beiguo, their legs became weak and they could not even have the idea of ​​summoning the natal beast. They just wanted to kneel down on the ground and worship him.

Is this the power of God?

Blue veins burst out from Zong Zhengdong's forehead.

"Yes, she... it's so strong." Cheng Beiguo's voice suddenly rang out, and after speaking, he started coughing in a low voice.

In fact, if it weren't for the particularity of time and space magic, he wouldn't have completed this task.

The conference room was so quiet that no one spoke again.

Gu Ya

After a long time, the clan elder of the Zongzheng family sighed, dragged over a chair and sat down, then closed his eyes slightly, forming an extremely complex set of magic seals with both hands.

Gradually, a green talisman transformed into his palm, and the surface of the paper emitted a crystal clear and moist light, reflecting the mysterious strokes of the rune.

The ancient mysteries written on the green paper are now lost. Although they are unrecognizable, the distant and vast aura is still pure and friendly.

The green talisman slowly rotated in the air, and the mysterious light scattered like an illusion. There was a faint voice floating from somewhere, like praise, like singing, with piety and prayer, with our ancestors' wishes to God:

I wish all seasons of harmony, plenty of food, and good health for the tribe...

The long five thousand years of civilization history finally created the Chinese clan, and this civilization and history are our gods and faith.

At this moment, Zong Zhengdong and Cheng Beiguo had an idea at the same time:

If there were more ancient god talismans like this, the situation would be very different.

Unfortunately, there is only one such talisman in the world.

The green light was like water waves, overflowing the entire conference room, with a hint of freshness of plants and trees in the air, and the old man from Zong Zheng also changed his appearance at this time.

"Hello, Senior Mu."

Zong Zhengdong and Cheng Beiguo greeted each other in unison.

It turned out that the clan elder of the Zongzheng family was transformed by Mu Qingyun, and no one noticed her illusion with the blessing of the ancient talisman.

Mu Qingyun nodded and returned the gift, turned his head to look at the green talisman.

The halo emitted by the talisman was nothing unusual, but the ancient divine intention contained in it was thinner than the last time.

A little sadness surged on her face, and she frowned and said softly: "Let's have a meeting, we don't have much time."

…………………………

When he stepped into the door of the presidential office of Tianyuan Group, Jin Yide's steps suddenly stopped.

His secretary immediately stopped the work at hand and quickly stepped forward and asked, "What are your instructions?"

"I have an important temporary conference call, and all the schedules were cancelled in the afternoon and no visitors were seen." Jin Yide spoke, while pushing the door and walking into the office, closing the door with his backhand.

"Okay, President." When sliding down the fingerprint lock, the secretary's respectful answer came from outside the door.

Jin Yide locked the door and didn't bother to sit. He stood by the door and opened the briefcase and took out a document.

The cover of the file is a line of bold text: "Tianyuan Group Security Work Log"

He quickly opened the log and found the page that was folded:

"At a certain year, month, day and hour, the monitoring failed during the downward staircase No. 2 of Building B, which lasted about twenty seconds and was repaired;

In a certain year, month, day and hour, the monitoring of the 5a1-5a9 underground garage on the fifth floor failed, and the duration was about one and a half minutes and it has been repaired."

Looking at the record that was so short that it was perfunctory, Jin Yide's expression seemed extremely serious.

"Buzz--" Luo Zupan flew over at some point and gently hit him, as if asking him "What's going on."

"Same as we think." Jin Yide said in a deep voice.

After speaking, he strode to his desk and picked up the phone.
Chapter completed!