The beautiful president is so sweet, why is she so cold?

At this time, a chariot slowly drove under the platform.

A young man jumped out of the chariot, dressed in military uniform, tall and heroic.

He is quite handsome, and many girls can't help but peek at it.

Nie Feng smiled lightly, I just like the look of you nympho!

Afterwards, two female soldiers came down from the military vehicle, each holding a box in his hand.

The two female soldiers are tall and slender, each of them can fight, and their figures are definitely first-line models when they go out.

Looking at Zhou Qing God of War and Chen Mo who were exchanging greetings on the cloud platform, Nie Feng grinned.

Nie Feng, the youngest god of war in the Huaxia War Department, is only 25 years old. He is known as the future of the Huaxia War Department, and he is the most talented seedling of the Huaxia War Department in recent years.

Even the head coach of the Huaxia War Department has high hopes for him.

The first battle prodigy Baixiong likes it.

The dream lover of countless female soldiers in the Huaxia War Department.

This time, I was ordered to mourn for a funeral in a small county?

Nie Feng was extremely dissatisfied with this mission. How could such a feather-sized mission allow the future of the Huaxia War Department to dispatch it in person?

If he's surfing the Internet a lot, he's sure to feel ashamed of his ignorance.

This is a grand funeral that attracts worldwide attention, and [-] professionals were specially airlifted from Ghana.

When he came to Tianzhu County, he was stunned by the grand funeral. He had never seen such a grand funeral.

He seems to have come to the city from the countryside.

But it must not be shown on the face, he represents the Huaxia War Department!

With a stinky face, Nie Feng climbed up the stairs and reached the Yuntai: "Mr. Chen, please forgive me."

"The Huaxia War Department expressed sympathy and shame for Ms. Zhang Ling's misfortune. At the same time, in order to express Ms. Zhang Ling's noble character, she specially awarded Ms. Zhang Ling a special contribution medal! A pennant!"

medal?

pennant?

What the hell?

Is Tong Baixiong out of his mind?

Chen Mo was baffled by the condolences from the Huaxia War Department. It's not as good as Jiangnan brother Zhou Qing's registered permanent residence!
Whether this group of people at the headquarters of the Huaxia War Department can do it or not is not true at all.

Sending a little ammunition, or directly giving a small amount of money is acceptable...the result...that's it...
Chen Mo suddenly had the urge to drive people away, but this was a prosperous funeral anyway, so it's not good to spread the word.

Reluctantly: "Thank you Huaxia War Department for your kindness."

The word was delivered, and the gift was also delivered, but Nie Feng did not leave in a hurry, and stood there, looking at Chen Mo with a half-smile.

Chen Mo: "What are you looking at?"

Nie Feng: "I want to fight with you!"

???

Chen Mo looked at Nie Feng like he was looking at a fool, and wanted to touch his forehead with his hand to see if he had a fever and burned his brain.

Originally it was to express condolences, but in the blink of an eye, I wanted to fight, and I didn't look at whether others were busy.

Nie Feng was full of fighting spirit, and his aura burst out from his body.

In the early stage of God of War, the threshold of the middle stage of God of War was faintly touched.

There are indeed two brushes, and it is worthy of being called the future of the Huaxia War Department.

Chen Mo said coldly: "Give me a reason. I can decide how heavy the hand should be."

Nie Feng: "There are rumors at the headquarters that you are very powerful, very strong, and still young."

"I want to experience it and see how true the rumors are."

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Zhou Qing's God of War hurriedly persuaded the fight: "Today is such a grand day, it is really not suitable for use of force."

"Nie Feng, you can get cut if you want, but I can still move a little bit, old man, so don't bother Chen Mo."

Asking the owner to do something at someone's funeral, isn't that finding fault!

Chen Mo is a ruthless person who can scrap Ye Xiaogan with one punch, aren't you playing a lantern in the toilet!
The silly boy!
Hearing that these two men were going to duel, Zhou Ran clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of anticipation, let's fight and see who is stronger!

One is the future of the Huaxia War Department, the youngest God of War-level powerhouse, and the other is said to be very strong, and is about to be blown into a god!
The tip of the needle is against the wheat awn.

Mars hits Earth.

Let's see whose fist is harder!

This girl can't wait!

Chen Mo glanced at him: "All right, I accept your challenge."

"However, if you lose, you have to kneel in front of my foster mother spirit for 24 hours, and you have the right to make amends."

Nie Feng grinned: "No problem. I'm not authentic in this matter, but I can't help challenging you. You have been rumored to be amazing recently."

"Where are we going, what are the rules? You decide!"

God of War Zhou Qing couldn't help covering his old face, Nie Feng, Nie Feng, I really can't stop you... Since you are rushing to send your face up to be beaten, I have nothing to do.

I can only say politely to Chen Mo: "Brother Chen Mo, he is not sensible, you should be gentler later..."

Nie Feng is unhappy, who do you look down on?

Chen Mo was expressionless, and just wanted to dismiss Nie Feng quickly: "The rules are very simple, we punch each other, whoever can't stand it will lose."

"You don't need to find any venue, it's fine here."

Nie Feng was overjoyed, and his aura grew stronger.

At this moment, under the cloud platform, there were at least 10,000+ people who came to attend the funeral, and some of them had two brushes.

"Tsk tsk... Nie Feng, known as Crazy Nie, wants to fight anyone he sees!"

"The strength of this lunatic Nie God of War in the early stage is our real God of War in China, and he is also the youngest one."

"Crazy Nie challenged the organizer of this funeral, so the young organizer is also a God of War?"

Boom... This speculation detonated the crowd, it was too explosive.

How many war gods there are in China, you can count them with your fingers. Chen Mo looks younger than Nie Feng. If he is a war god, how terrifying is his talent?
The light of China!
With the addition of Zhou Qing God of War in Jiangnan Province, so...on top of Yuntai, there are now three Huaxia Gods of War?

The Huaxia God of War, each of whom is super powerful, is the cornerstone of Huaxia.

Chen Mo: "Nie Feng, right? Do you hit first or I hit first?"

"I'm afraid that if you punch me down, you'll lose your chance. You hit first, and I'll let you go."

No matter how ignorant Nie Feng is, he is still a guest, and Chen Mo, the host, is quite kind.

But Nie Feng didn't appreciate it: "I challenged you, you should make the first move!"

I'm always unhappy, who do you look down on?

If I, Nie Feng, made the first move, wouldn't I be bullying others?Anyway, he is also the youngest god of war in the Huaxia War Department, so he must know how to respect the old and love the young!
Zhou Qing's God of War couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled his daughter back, for fear that Nie Feng would hurt innocent people when he was beaten.

Nie Feng didn't seize the opportunity himself, so he couldn't blame others.

If he strikes first, he can still touch Chen Mo. If he asks Chen Mo to strike first, he will suffer a big loss.

Zhang Lin rolled his eyes treacherously, he really hoped that Chen Mo would be taught a lesson.

Chen Mo didn't write: "Then, I won't be polite!"

Nie Feng's expression became serious, he put on his horse's gait, and lowered his anger to his dantian: "Come on!"

Chen Mo chuckled, I will teach you a little lesson today, and I won't kill you.

"Right uppercut!" Chen Mo punched unceremoniously.

With a bang, Nie Feng's body flew backwards like a sandbag hit by a truck.