The girls asked a series of questions, and Yan Que didn't know which one to answer first. Even Xiao Ju was frightened by their behavior.
Xiao Ju was frightened, and Yan Que quickly picked up Xiao Ju, fearing that Xiao Ju would attack them, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Xiao Ju, these sisters are good people and will not hurt you."
"Its name is Xiaoju, and she is my friend." Yan Que introduced them to them again.
"I became like this because I absorbed the soul ring and tempered my body with soul power, so I became what I am now." Yan Que said to a few people as she remembered her master's words for her to treat others externally.
"Absorbed the soul ring? Sister, have you broken through to become a great soul master?" Mi Lanlan heard the meaning and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Yeah." Yanque nodded.
The girls' attention shifted from Yanque's changes and Xiaoju to Yanque's breakthrough.
They are all members of Hongying, so they naturally know Yan Que's soul power. Two months ago, Yan Que had seventeenth level soul power. How long did it take for him to break through to the realm of a great soul master?
Although Yan Que is the most talented among them, this is too much.
Regarding this issue, Yan Que randomly found an excuse and stuffed it in. Regarding the fairy grass, it was too magical, and Yan Que couldn't say anything about it.
Several people did not continue to ask questions. After all, Yan Que's master was the Sword Douluo elder in the sect, and the methods of titled Douluo were not something that their little soul masters could understand.
"By the way, what is so important today? Call everyone here for a meeting?" Yan Que couldn't help but ask.
Mi Lanlan shook her head and said, "I don't understand. It's better to wait for Sister Hong to come over and listen to her."
In this way, a few people sat in their seats, chatting and stroking their cats, waiting for the arrival of others.
Half an hour after arriving, the members of Hongying also gathered together.
The members of Hongying are all fighting spirit masters. Among the fighting spirit masters in the sect, female fighting spirit masters only account for one-third. There are even fewer female soul masters in the white, yellow, purple, and black rankings.
All the members of Hongying are only a dozen or so.
Although there are very few official members of Hongying, the prestige among female soul masters in the sect is very strong, and they almost respond to everyone's call.
The founder of Hongying is the strongest person among the younger generation of the sect, and he is also the top of the strongest black soul list among the four lists.
The strongest person is their Hongying Guild Master. In this environment where female soul masters are weak, the one who weighs on everyone is actually a female soul master. This is the thing that makes them most proud.
Except for the president who has not yet arrived, all members of Hongying are sitting in the conference room, waiting for the president to take his seat.
After a few minutes, the sound of footsteps sounded. Everyone heard the sound and looked around, and saw the president walking in.
Red Ayane arrived at the head of the conference table, put her hands on the table, glanced at the organization members with a serious expression, and said: "Today, I called everyone here for an emergency meeting because of a very important matter. I hope Sisters can take it seriously. Remember, this is not a joke, this is a war!"
After hearing Hong Ayane's words, everyone became serious. This was the first time they saw the president showing such a serious and serious look.
Except for Ye Zi who is sitting on the right side of Hong Ayane.
"Huh? Who is this sister? Is this our new member of Hongying?" Hongyin glanced at Yanque. She couldn't help but think for a moment, then tilted her head and asked in confusion.
The originally serious atmosphere suddenly became a little cheerful.
Will this last? Isn’t every member who joins Hongying approved by you yourself?
Ye Zi on the side couldn't help but rolled his eyes and complained in his heart.
"Um, I'm Yan Que?"
"Yanque?"
Hong Ayane was stunned, looking at Yan Que's face in surprise, and then tilted her head involuntarily,
"Did you cut your hair?"
"Well......"
Everyone was speechless. How did the president's nervous thoughts develop? Actually paying attention to this issue. Can't you see the change in Yan Que's appearance?
Yan Que was also helpless and said with a smile: "Sister Hong, I didn't cut my hair."
"You didn't cut your hair? Then why do I think you are different from before?"
"Haha, Sister Hong, you'd better tell me something quickly."
When she got down to business, Hong Ayane immediately became serious and continued: "This is not a simple matter, it is a war!"
"War? Who dares to mess with our Hongying? Is it those people from the Zhengyang Society? I will call the sisters to choose their meeting place now!" The woman on the left of Hong Ayane stood up and said He slammed the table and cursed loudly.
The speaker was a tall woman with a bad temper. She is very tall, more than 1.7 meters tall, with heroic short hair. She wears a gray-white shirt that only covers the towering top of her body, and shorts on her lower body, which shows off her figure incisively and vividly.
The healthy wheat-colored skin highlights the muscle lines. You can clearly see the abdominal muscle line on her abdomen, but it has a strange beauty.
There were white strips of cloth wrapped around her two palms. It looked like she was a good fighter.
"Lin, please don't get excited. This is not a fight. Those people from the Zhengyang Club don't dare to mess with me yet." Hong Ayane said with a slight smile.
Speaking of the Zhengyang Society, a flash of disdain flashed in Hong Ayane's eyes. That Zhengyang Society was a group of men established to confront her Hongying.
Although their number is larger, as the number one among the younger generation in the sect, she, Hong Ayane, has not taken them seriously yet.
"No? Then why are you talking about war?" After hearing that there was no fight, Nangong Lin returned to his position with some lack of interest.
Red Ayane sat on her seat, crossed her fingers with her hands, supported her delicate chin, and looked forward, a little blurred, as if she was reminiscing.
"Yes, that is a war called love." Red Ayane said slowly.
"Huh? Love war?"
He would say something incomprehensible and weird, which would confuse everyone else.
"That's right, your president, I am Red Ayane, is in love!"
After hearing the shocking news from the president himself, everyone else froze in their seats as if struck by lightning, unable to understand or let go for a long time.
"Ling...Lingyin, are you serious?" Nangong Lin opened his eyes wide and looked at Hong Lingyin in disbelief.
"Yes, Lin." Hong Lingyin nodded seriously, and then said: "Zi Zi."
Ye Zi on her right stood up and walked to the whiteboard behind Hong Ayane. He held a pen in his hand and drew quickly on the board. Soon, a portrait appeared on the board.
After finishing the painting, Ye Zi looked at his work with satisfaction, nodded, and returned to his position.
"Do you see clearly? This is the person on the drawing board, who is in the sect. Sister, please help me check this person's information and then tell me." Hong Ayane said seriously.
Hearing this, everyone else felt like they wanted to faint. Is this all the same? I thought it was something very serious, so I called everyone for an emergency meeting. Then we put down what we were doing and hurried over, and now you are telling me to help you find someone?
Or looking for a man?
Go to hell!
Of course, they just said these words in their hearts to vent their dissatisfaction.
Usually, the president takes good care of them, and everyone respects and respects the president very much. If the president is really in love and needs to find this man, they will dig deep enough to find him.
But why do you need us to help you find someone if you are in love? How did you fall in love when you don’t even know each other?
They couldn't help but think of a very critical issue.
Is this robbing someone?
Isn't this a crime?
While others were whispering, Yan Que looked at the portrait on the drawing board, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt?
Is it Master? How did Sister Hong know Master? Are the two still lovers? What's going on?
Yanque had a big question mark in his mind.
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