Chapter 4 Anger for dignity

Looking at the leading young man in brocade, his face was full of sarcasm. Yin Yifan couldn't help frowning. In my memory, this group of people bullied themselves a lot, and strangely, every time they endured humiliation and shed tears.

"Why do you feel good to be bullied and not resist? Yin Yifan captured the pictures in his mind, and his face couldn't help showing a trace of cold. Suddenly, the blood mixed in the underworld suddenly surged, and the face of the young man in brocade also showed boredom.

"Oh?" Seeing that Yin Yifan looked different from usual, the young man in brocade couldn't help but be stunned. Immediately, a trace of gloomy flowed out, and now he accelerated his pace and walked towards Yin Yifan, and finally crossed in front of the latter.

Seeing a group of people around him, Yin Yifan slowly raised his head. Although his narrow and long eyes looked cold, he still looked at the young man in brocade without hesitation.

"Kid you take the wrong medicine today, or didn't you take the medicine?" Seeing Yin Yifan's look, the young man in brocade seemed to disapprove it. He raised an evil smile at the corners of his mouth and asked faintly.

"Hahahaha..."

With the words of the young man in brocade, the group of teenagers behind him couldn't help laughing. Yin Yifan was born with a strange disease and took this medicine every night. He has always been called a medicine jar and a short-lived boy. When the young man in brocade said this, he couldn't help making them laugh out loud.

"Master Fan Qing, why is your mouth so smelly today? Are you too busy getting up in the morning?" Yin Yifan ignored everyone's ridicule at all. He slowly raised his head and stared at the young man in brocade obliquely, and his words did not give in at all.

"Well." Hearing this, Yin Yifan actually said this abruptly, and the people behind Fan Qing couldn't help but stiffen their faces and looked a little unnatural.

Everyone knows that Fan Qing is not an ordinary person. His father is the richest businessman in this Shunfeng City. He not only has a wide business road, but also controls more than half of the trade in Shunfeng City. It can be said that it is obviously and important, and even if it is not much worse than Qi Shen.

Now this young man who has been raised and live well has been teased by Yin Yifan, which has never happened to Fan Qing.

"Yin Yifan is dead." Many of the teenagers behind Fan Qing covered their mouths and smiled softly, but they all raised their feet very wisely and stepped forward to protect Fan Qing.

"Do you want to die?" Fan Qing was naturally very useful when he saw a group of teenagers protecting him. Looking at Yin Yifan's eyes couldn't help adding a more ferocity.

For Fan Qing**'s naked threat, Yin Yifan didn't hear it. Looking at the behavior of a teenager in front of him, he couldn't help rolling his eyebrows and showed a trace of disdain. A cold breath surging from his blood. Through his eyes, the people in front of him couldn't help but feel a little cold.

For the group of teenagers in front of him, Yin Yifan really has no general knowledge. After all, the original Qin Yi has lived for so many years. But if you really bully yourself again, don't blame yourself for breaking the net.

"I don't want to die." Yin Yifan snorted faintly.

Fan Qing was really confused at this time. What kind of medicine did this guy take wrong? You will swallow your anger when you are bullied by yourself, but today you dare to refute directly. It seems that your whole person has changed. But the more so, the stronger his heart is to teach the former a lesson.

Fan Qing gently pulled his collar with both hands, grinned at the corners of his mouth, and said, "If you don't want to die, you dare to talk to me like this. I think you are impatient." With that, he rolled up his cuffs, revealing his strong hands, and there was a trace of bronze-like color on his skin, which was obviously a practitioner.

Seeing Fan Qing like this, he wanted to do it, and a group of teenagers also made way. They know that Fan Qing has practiced Benyuan since he was a child, and now he has practiced the first Benyuan, and his strength is in the realm of one yuan and one corner. In this huge SF City, he is also the best at the same age. Naturally, it is not easy to deal with Yin Yifan, who suddenly hard-mouthed.

Seeing Fan Qing slowly approaching him, he was only two steps away for a moment. The look of rolling his sleeves and rubbing his hands was obviously about to teach himself a lesson. Yin Yifan was not as cowardly as before. A ray of light flashed in his narrow eyes, and his surging anger surged.

Although the memory in my mind is vaguely crossed because of the recent fusion of the two souls, the strong self-esteem is extremely clear. How can I be Yin Yifan now? If you have been deeply trampled on the soles of this pale world, how can you be willing? If you have to die, why not die happily and wildly?

Thinking of this, Yin Yifan's mouth also evoked a color of evil. In everyone's incredible eyes, a fist shadow, with a chill, burst out without hesitation. It fell straight on the bridge of Fan Qing's nose.

He knows that this bridge of the nose means several fragile places on ordinary people's bodies. If you eat a heavy punch, you will definitely feel dizzy.

Fan Qing is usually arrogant. He has never seen anyone dare to take action against himself. In addition, Yin Yifan's sudden punch did not dodge. He took a muffled fist, and suddenly felt a starlight in front of him and the earth was shaking.

Although Yin Yifan punched abruptly, he had never practiced Yuanli. But between the anger, coupled with the previous humiliation, the strength of converging into fists is naturally extremely rapid. Fan Qing's face turned blue, and a stream of blood came out of his nostrils and slid down.

Fan Qing's eyes were a little confused, and he looked at Yin Yifan in disbelief. Maybe he was a little painful, or he was a little angry and trembled, and his body trembled like this. Reaching out with a touch of blood under his nose, his handsome face was immediately contaminated with blood.

Seeing the former's incredible appearance, he was so angry that his whole body trembled and stunned when he was beaten once, and he had no power to fight back. The corners of Yin Yifan's mouth were even colder, and he did not hesitate. His five fingers became fists, pulling out the greatest strength of his whole body, which was a fierce blow to Fan Qing's face without giving him a chance to recover at all.

There are two memories in Yin Yifan's mind. One is about this big Yuan world. Although it is vague, it can barely be connected intermittently. In this memory, he has always been an angry bag. He has only endured again and again in the face of bullying and dares not resist.

Another share comes from life on earth. As Qin Yi, he wanders in the underworld and looks at the world coldly. A period of bloody memories deeply shocked Yin Yifan's heart. In this memory, he has always been an indomitable person, facing the secular injustice and asking the sky with a knife.

Two completely different souls appeared in Yin Yifan's mind at the same time, and gradually merged with the recovered mind. From then on, the latter occupied the dominant position. Naturally, he did not give in to the bullying of Fan Qing's group.

I was a little confused to see Fan Qing being beaten, and I saw Yin Yifan's abnormal behavior today. A group of teenagers who are strong and middle-minded, have they ever seen such a scene and are a little panicked.

Finally, the first person moved, not to help, but to escape.

With the first person, naturally the second person will not wait too long. Gradually, a group of more than a dozen people fled one after another, and no one was willing to help. One sighed that these teenagers were timid and afraid of things, and the other sighed that Fan Qing had failed too much.

Under the big tree, on the side of the swing.

Fan Qing looked a little miserable at this moment and was severely beaten to the ground by Yin Yifan. His body curled up a little, his legs were together, and his hands covered the si with painful twitches.

However, it turned out that Yin Yifan kicked his life root and showed no mercy.

It's no wonder Fan Qing is so painful at this moment.

"Anyway, I won't live long. It's not bad to pull you up." Yin Yifan reached out and wiped the corners of his mouth before being hit by Fan Qing. He took a gentle breath and narrowed his eyes. After such a fight just now, I remembered what the doctor said, and my life will not be long ago!

"Yin Yifan."

I don't know when a girl in a yellow dress appeared behind her, gently grabbing the thick rope on the swing with one hand. The young and pretty face is rosy, and the pure temperament is elegant.

His eyes were light, and he looked straight at Yin Yifan, and his full cherry mouths were slightly clustered.

"Yan Xiaoxin?"

Yin Yifan turned around faintly and couldn't help but calm down when he saw the girl.

Yan Xiaoxin is the only daughter of Yan Cheng, the owner of Shunfeng City. In addition, she looks like a green lotus at a young age. There is no doubt that this city is the goal pursued by all teenagers of the same age.

Yin Yifan's relaxed look was not because of these, but it was just read out in his memory. In the past, every time he was bullied by others, there would be such a girl in yellow to help him relieve himself and often enlighten his lonely and dead mood.

The girl in yellow is exactly her - Yan Xiaoxin.

"I thought you were dead." The girl's eyes were a little wet, and her pretty face could not hide a touch of shyness, slightly red, and she said gently to Yin Yifan.

"Ha, ha." Yin Yifan raised his eyebrows and caught the emotion on the girl's face. But there was not much joy, allowing the bitter and desolate color to spread on his face.

"It's almost dead."

Yan Xiaoxin also saw the painful Fan Qing curled up on the ground. Such a hysterical shout has attracted the attention of many people. He was slightly anxious and called out, "Yin Yifan, run away quickly. If it's too late, you can't leave."