The system allows me to capture gods? Backhand capture system

"He Jun, please sit next to me, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Jun Nanzhu actually spoke.

Her voice has some vicissitudes of life, which is what people with a little experience in middle age will do.

However, the pleading tone made people feel comfortable, like a spring breeze.

It doesn't seem to be comparable to the usually cold "Iron Judge".

"good."

He Jun nodded and sat over.

Jun Nanzhu looked at He Jun carefully.

He Jun was also looking at her.

Jun Nanzhu's skin is very good, although it is not as delicate, smooth and fair as Cai Qian's. No one would have thought that she is over fifty years old.

At least the neat short hair doesn't have much snow color.

"Okay, okay, good boy!"

Jun Nanzhu said "good" three times in a row and was very satisfied.

It's just that the face that was mostly covered by the mask couldn't express his emotions very well.

"Nan Zhu, let's talk about business?"

Bai Jiong asked Xiang Jun Nanzhu, his tone a little cautious.

He seemed to be afraid of Jun Nanzhu.

"Well, come on."

Jun Nanzhu's tone returned to calm.

Bai Jiong nodded and stood up.

The huge round dining table is almost always known by the older generation.

Seeing Bai Jiong stand up, everyone who was talking to each other also sat upright, waiting for Bai Jiong to speak.

"I summoned all my seniors and colleagues today just for one thing."

"About things in India and Africa."

Bai Jiong paused for a moment, and there was a killing intent in his eyes.

Undetectable, yet pure.

"Those bastards have been intruding on our Tibetan areas in the southwest recently. The two generals in the southwest can no longer withstand the pressure."

"Just today, we just received news that General Wang was seriously injured and General Li was slightly injured."

"The results of the battle were that four eighth-level Indian envoys were defeated, two eighth-level African envoys were defeated, and one was killed."

"This is also a time to vote for a certificate, and share an eighth-level combat power over there."

Bai Jiong said something, raised his wine glass, and took a sip.

The hot white wine made him blush.

【Tsk. 】

Tongzi was a little unhappy.

"Shall I go?"

Seeing that something was wrong, He Jun raised his hand like he was answering questions when he was a student.

Before he could stand up, a white hand grabbed him and pushed him down on the chair.

"South Candle"

"snort!"

Bai Jiong glanced at Jun Nanzhu with an apologetic look, who snorted coldly and let go of his hand.

He Jun also stood up as he wished.

Most of the people present looked at him with apologetic eyes, and the scene was a bit awkward for a time.

"Xiao He, I'm sorry to bother you."

Bai Jiong said and bowed deeply towards He Jun.

He felt sorry for He Jun.

Why did you invite He Jun over? In a sense, it was just for this matter.

And what he just said was a question, but in fact he already had a candidate in mind.

Except for He Jun, no one can take charge of this matter.

There is Nomura Hisako in the East China Sea, who is watching eagerly, but Ma Wuji and Jun Nanzhu cannot move.

The two eighth-level divine envoys in the northwest were at a great disadvantage.

Among the martial saints present, only Cai Qian could barely be considered an eighth-level warrior.

It's only a matter of time before that guy Xue Rong breaks up with Long Guo completely. Letting him go is like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.

Only He Jun can solve the invasion of foreign eighth-level gods.

To be honest, He Jun's experience was too tragic.

As the King of People, under his management, a child like this, who is the hope of the country, lives in a rental house of less than 30 square meters, and has to work and go to school at the same time.

Now that he still relies on this method to force He Jun, he has completely lost face in his life.