Chapter 100 Episode

The young man smiled and inadvertently turned his head, just in the scene of Yin Yifan staring at the woman not far in front of him. For a moment, the smile on his face froze, and a faint trace of gloomy appeared on his face.

His name is Chen Qingya, and he is the son of Chen Jing, vice president of the Yanguang City Branch of the Casting Association. Since childhood, he has always lived in the envious eyes of others. Although it is very excellent, it also has a bad problem. That's what belongs to you. Others should never have blasphemy thoughts, even if they look at it more.

The woman in pink noticed the strangeness in Chen Qingya's face. She put away her smile on her face and looked along the latter's sight and found that a strange blue-haired teenager was coming towards her. Then he rolled his eyes, reached out to grab Chen Qingya's sleeve, moved, and said, "Brother Qingya, don't pay attention to him. I don't know where the unsage came from and sneaked into the guild."

Yu Jiaer's voice was not loud, but it happened to be heard by Yin Yifan. She was stunned and withdrew her sight and did not look at the two. At this time, his affection for the city just rose completely dissipated. He sneered in his heart: "Yes, I'm a bitch, but you don't have the right to say it."

Chen Qingya smiled, reached out and stroked Yu Jiaer's hair, and said softly, "Ha ha, unsage, you are even more qualified to like my Jia'er."

"hehe." Yu Jiaer covered her mouth and smiled, and her face was slightly pink. He knew the meaning of Chen Qingya's words.

Although Yin Yifan is young, he is very tolerant. He is not interested in explaining these two people's almost idiotic ideas. Immediately, he kept walking straight on the path. Chen Zhi, who was beside him, naturally looked at the situation just before. At this moment, Yin Yifan walked forward. He also thought that the former was unhappy to argue.

Then he reached out and took Yin Yifan's arm. Chen Zhi was afraid and whispered, "Brother Yin, I have seen these two people before. The man is the only son of the vice president, and the woman is the granddaughter of the president. I can't provoke it!"

"hehe."

Yin Yifan turned his head and smiled, and his tone was light. He said, "Vice Chairman Chen's words are heavy. How can I make trouble for this? It's not good to delay important matters."

"Well!"

Chen Zhi was stunned when he heard the words, and then nodded and smiled. He secretly sighed at Yin Yifan's heart.

"Hmm?"

The four walked opposite each other. On the narrow path, there was only a quiet breeze, gently stroking the fallen leaves. With the moment when he passed by, Chen Qingya gave a lazy hum, crossed his arm and blocked Yin Yifan's way.

"Suddenly, this is really a quiet tree and the wind!"

Yin Yifan took a look at the cyan sleeve robe in front of him, stopped, and couldn't help snorting coldly in his heart.

"Kid, where are you from?" Chen Qingya still spoke in a lazy voice and curled his lips. It seems that it's looking for trouble.

Yin Yifan suddenly remembered the Journey to the West in his previous life, among which the demons' favorite question was, "Monk, where did you come from?"

"Come from the East." Yin Yifan raised a sarcastic arc at the corners of his mouth, and he didn't even look at Chen Qingya. They look down on themselves, and they look down on them even more!

Chen Qingya naturally has a panoramic view of Yin Yifan's look. Does this tone still have a disdain for himself? Thinking of this, his face became gloomy and said, "You look for..."

Before the death words were said, Chen Qingya only felt that the hand in front of Yin Yifan seemed to have been caught by something. Suddenly, it seemed to be frozen, cold into the bone marrow and numb. He turned his head in a stunned way, only to find that it was Yin Yifan who grabbed his hand. Then, his pupils contracted sharply, reflecting a hand full of ice, on which there were wisps of light pale fog.

"Ah..."

The sad screams are like killing pigs. Chen Qingya's other hand grabbed the frozen arm, and his face twisted violently because of the pain. He was originally in the middle of the ternary, and he has always been the best at the same age. How could he think that this teenager four or five years younger than himself would hurt himself?

"Rome, what are you doing?"

Seeing that Chen Qingya's hand was condensed into ice, Yu Jiaer's face finally showed a touch of shock. Even if she took the former's body with both hands, she shouted angrily at Yin Yifan.

"Oh, hehe." Yin Yifan's mouth was still full of an evil smile. He let go of his hand and gently wiped his clothes, as if he had just been stained at that moment.

He raised his eyebrows, smiled relaxedly at Chen Zhi, who was also shocked at this moment, and said, "Vice President Chen, let's go."

"Hight! Stop..."

Chen Zhi didn't care much about anything. When he saw Yin Yifan walking out, he followed him. What echoed behind her was Yu Jiaer's hysterical shouting. She wanted to teach the teenager a lesson, but found that even Chen Qingya, who was stronger than herself, suffered losses and couldn't help but step away.

"Oh, that's right."

Yin Yifan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly stopped, but did not turn around and said faintly, "The ice must be dissolved in cold water first, otherwise it will be hot and crack!"

"You!"

Yu Jiaer looked at Yin Yifan's thin back and was angry for a moment. After stepping on his feet, he looked like he had nowhere to vent his resentment. Then seeing Chen Qingya's cold sweaty pale face, he couldn't help but panic and quickly helped the latter away.

"Brother Yin, you are a little cruel."

Out of a long distance, Chen Zhicai said gently to Yin Yifan. Just now, he clearly realized that Yin Yifan was frozen once, and the blood in Chen Qingya's arm was also frozen, which made Yuanli unable to dredge. If you don't get help in time, I'm afraid it will really be abandoned.

Yin Yifan smiled faintly when he heard the words and knew in his heart that Chen Zhi was worried about himself. Then a trace of gratitude flashed in his eyes and said, "Ha ha, this kind of person should suffer some losses before he knows how to respect people!"

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After walking for about half a cup of tea, both of them seemed to have forgotten the episode just now. Looking up, there is a solemn, tall, but not gorgeous hall. From afar, you can smell a wisp of heat wave in the surrounding air, which penetrates into the nose and is faintly astringent.

In the hall, there are not many people, and only a few old men sit together, drink tea and negotiate, which is very comfortable. Suddenly, it seemed that there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, and several people turned their heads and looked there. What I saw were two strange people, one of whom was dressed as a top-quality master. Obviously, he was a caster. Another teenager, who seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, did not reach the three-yuan realm. He should not be a caster, but appeared here. For a moment, everyone was a little confused.

Sitting in the middle seat is an old man with a white beard, over 80 years old, wearing a black robe, very ordinary. However, the bright-eyed person will notice that there is a medal pinned to the old man's chest, which is actually printed with seven small hammers.

He is a sub-level engineer, that is, a caster who can cast sub-level instruments. This level of casters, even if they look at the whole Xuanji empire, will certainly not exceed the number of two hands. And in front of him, there was a living one sitting. And he is Yu Deshui, the president of the Founding Association in Yanguang City.

I only saw Yu Deshui slowly raise his old eyes, narrowed, and looked at the door of the palace from afar. In front of him was Chen Zhi. He had seen the former several times, but he reported his name. Then he brushed his long beard and said lightly, "Chen Zhi, you know the rules of the Casting Association. Why did you bring an outsider in this time?"

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To be continued~~~~~~