"That's right, it's called the Hell Workplace Handbook!" Meng Shujun nodded affirmatively, and by the way, he knocked a few more punches on his head to help him stay awake.

This mechanized female voice has been chanting all the time, and it has not stopped yet!

"How so! It shouldn't be...... That's not right......" Qian San's hands paced back and forth, his face melancholy, as if he was muttering to himself. It's like denying something.

Meng Shujun showed a sly smile like a cat that had captured a mouse, "Let me guess, do you know what's going on?" ”

Qiansan looked at him fixedly, and suddenly said out of nowhere, "You're done." ”

"Huh?"

"Hell Workplace Handbook" is a newly developed product of Hell, specially used to supervise the work of Hell personnel, every time the corresponding work is completed, it will be directly sent to Hell through the manual, and then the Hell Finance Department will pay the bill, the role is most, it is a necessary little expert for work!

But here's the problem, this thing is still in the process of research and development, and it stands to reason that it should still be in the trial period, so how could it be directly bound to him!

What a semi-finished product will look like, even the designers of this product may not be able to tell!

Qiansan said word by word: "Lone is also serious, you, it's really over." ”

Meng Shujun breathed a little, grabbed his collar, and said aggressively: "Say it clearly!" What do you mean! ”

Qian Sanxiao was innocent, learned to spread his hands, and said aggrievedly: "It's no wonder that this is lonely!" Who told you to sign an agreement with VV in the first place! ‘’

Meng Shujun covered his chest, eager to spit a mouthful of Ling Xiao blood on his little white face, "What the hell is this hellish workplace manual!" Explain it clearly! ”

"I don't know."

"I don't know ......"

Meng Shujun raised his hand with a punch, and hit him in the face without thinking about it, and his anger poured out as if he had found an outlet, "Lao Tzu makes you unclear!" What the!! If it affects Lao Tzu to watch movies and beauties, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Qian San returned his hand to catch his powerful punch, and the fist wind blew up the broken hair on his forehead, revealing his whole fair and handsome face, and shouted loudly: "Meng Shujun, what are you crazy about!" ”

"It's not a man! If it's a man, just fight! What is mother-in-law and mother doing! ”

Meng Shujun's concept of ghost life is very simple, if you can speak with your fists, don't force it. If you can beat the other party to death, you will fight to death.

Today, this mechanical female voice disturbed his heart, full of anger and nowhere to vent, just let him catch the "real culprit", according to his violent temper, he will do whoever he sees, he will not be reasonable at all, and he will not show mercy to his subordinates, and he will not stop if he can't take care of himself if he doesn't beat him.

"Meng Shujun!"

Qiansan raised his voice, vaguely angry, "You know that Lone won't do anything with you!" ”

"you!" Meng Shujun had already raised another punch and directly rushed over to beat him!

It's not that the two of them haven't fought, they also fought when they were young, and they fought upside down, with blue noses and swollen faces, but they never used spells.

It's always hand-to-hand combat, fist to fist, bones to bones.

But since five hundred years later, Meng Shujun has never been so bare with his bare hands, he has become more and more silent, his temper has become more and more irritable and weird, and he is ruthless and cunning, until one year he went to the yang world, and after he came back, he actually committed suicide, so it was easy to pull him back from the desperate situation where his soul dissipated, poured Meng Po soup on him, and forced him to forget the past, which saved his life.

What's going on now!

"I'm going to change jobs!! You pickpocket! A batch of picks!! ”

Qiansan frowned, looked at the punch he was pressing, gritted his teeth, and punched him in the face with his backhand!

Meng Shujun took a solid punch, took a few steps backwards one after another, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Oh, that's interesting."

He sneered twice, his slender fingers wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes turned red at some point, "Anyway, I haven't fought you for so many years, I really want to know, can you beat me!" ”

Qiansan's fists tightened, and he said slowly: "Accompany you to the end!" ”