Chapter 33 B bitch

Yan Cheng picked up the scroll book with trembling hands. With his eyes, he looked at it for a long time. The emotions in his heart couldn't help rolling up and unconsciously stood up and looked out of the window.

The scroll paper was spread flat on the desk. In the middle of the night, with the candlelight, a strange blue, scattered on the writing, suddenly bright and dark, like a ghost, uneasy.

"Fengtian Chengyun, Xuanji Lingdao, Shunfeng City Lord Yan Cheng received the order. Qi Tianyi, a person from Yaokun City, was born in 1995 and went to sea in 1997. After that, he has been a pirate for more than ten years and disrupted one side, and his crime is he is very guilty. In 1988, it was confirmed that this thief, known as Qi Shen, lived in Shunfeng City. Yan Cheng took the order and must kill him. He took the thief's head to Xuanji Pavilion to restore his life. Attached is one."

The words are like jade bones, turning powerfully, from right to left, neatly arranged on top of the scrolls. On the far side, the picture is a young man, exactly the young appearance of Qi Shen.

Yan Cheng looked back with difficulty, and his eyes looked at the scroll reluctantly. The corners of his mouth moved. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and patted one hand on his forehead, just smiling.

"Hahahaha..."

I don't know how long it has passed. After laughing, the hand that had been patted on the forehead was actually grasped tightly, allowing the pain and bitterness to spread freely on the raised face.

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The next day, the bright sun still rises and shines thousands of miles. But in the cold winter, I can't feel much warmth.

Fanjia in Shunfeng City.

Fan's mansion, a courtyard in the five-fold courtyard wall inside and outside.

"Bunt, you are busy today, hahaha..." This voice is very frivolous, and I can't hide the meaning of ridicule. It's gradually fading away, the voice of a group of Fan's slaves.

"Hmm! What are you proud of? Why am I so cheap?" In the courtyard, a middle-aged slave was thin, but with a beard on his face, he showed a little leanness. A pair of eyes stared at a group of slaves who were gradually moving away in the distance, who were the slaves who made fun of themselves.

"One day, I will trample all of you on the soles of your feet." The thin middle-aged slave scolded hatefully and turned around and stopped looking at them. However, the anger on his face did not retreat at all, and coincidentally, his eyes fell on a teenager who was sleeping against the courtyard wall.

"Get up for me!" The middle-aged slave widened his eyes, walked over a few steps, and threw his foot on Yin Yifan, who was sleeping against the wall of the courtyard.

Last night, as soon as I entered Fan's house, I suffered a torment. Fan Li threw Yin Yifan to this thin middle-aged slave and specially ordered him to treat Yin Yifan well.

It was not long before he fell asleep for a while, but he was kicked out of his dream. Yin Yifan has a problem. He has always hated others for disturbing him to sleep.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man with his hands on his waist. His name was Fan Jian. Yin Yifan also knew that other people in the Fan family liked to call him a bitch or a bitch. But I don't know why, people are really as cheap as their names are. Isn't it a disturbing dream?

Yin Yifan thought so, but his face was flat and calm. If Fan Jian knew what he was thinking at this time, he would definitely be furious, and I'm afraid there would be an inhuman torture.

Fan Jian, a dual-jing yuan, has an average status in Fan's family and belongs to the kind of person who grabs a lot. However, Fan Jian happened to be doing the most heavy chores of the Fan family, so Yin Yifan was "lucky" to follow him.

Yin Yifan calculated in his heart that in the future, he may have to deal with this bitch for a long time. He is a master of the dual world. He is only one yuan and one corner. He can't beat Fan Jian with tough means, so he has to come to the shadows and grasp the weakness of your human nature.

What are you looking at? Get up and work for me, and be careful that I will kill you!"

Fan Jian stared, his front jaw protruded, and shouted fiercely at Yin Yifan.

"It's up to you?"

Yin Yifan stood up slowly, raised his eyebrows and said faintly.

"Bum!"

Fan Jian is not ink, but the power of luck, and the fiery red breath are permeated. This is the fiery red power that can only be cultivated to the second original state and open up the original fire. Yuanli became an armor, and a fiery red Yuanli lingered in his hand. Fan Jian punched Yin Yifan in the face with his left hand. His face turned ferocious and said fiercely, "Can't I do it?"

Yin Yifan was knocked to the ground and couldn't help bleeding at the corners of his mouth. It's not good to be punched by the Yuanzhe of the dual realm. Yin Yifan got up, took a sip of turbid blood, and wiped a trace of blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, but there was a sneer on his face, with a sneer of pity.

"If you don't know anything, you dare to talk to me." Fan Jian looked at Yin Yifan's sneering appearance. Originally, his heart was burning with anger. Why didn't he vent well?

"You fight, you fight. What's the use of beating me? Are you looked down upon by others? Isn't it the same [bch bitch]? Yin Yifan's mouth is tricky, specializing in Fan Jian's pain.

"You ignorant boy, do you have to peel your skin today?" Fan Jian was even more angry when he heard the words. He stretched out his hand and wanted to fight again. The fiery red Yuanli completely wrapped his whole arm and strode to make it easier to attack.

"Isn't it enough for you to punch?" Seeing this, Yin Yifan frowned and shouted angrily. He also extracted Yuanli from his own yuan, but he, who had only cultivated to the first yuan, could not attach Yuanpower to his body.

The hand was pinched into a fist, and a trace of earthy power appeared secretly, with a chill, and he did not hesitate to blow away against the heavy punch.

"Bang!"

Although the two fists collided, although it was not as strong as Qi Shenfan's relative power, it still aroused a strong wind. Yin Yifan retreated a few steps and set his shape. At this time, it seemed to hit the iron plate, which was extremely painful.

"Good boy, how can you practice your vitality at such an age, and your realm is not bad?" Although Fan Jian did not withdraw, there was a trace of consternment in his eyes. Although his words were easy, there was a big wave in his heart. The left hand was generally painful, and the punch seemed to have fallen on a piece of ice, which was so cold and piercing.

"Hmm! I'm not like you. I aspire to be in the world, but you can only stay in this Fan family for the rest of your life. Yin Yifan shook his hand without leaving a trace and stared at Fan Jian angrily.

"Oh? Praise you, you are really floating in the sky! I am the original person who has practiced to the realm of two corners. Do you dare to compete with me just because you are a kid without Zhang Qi? Fan Jian's face trembled, and there was a trace of evil between his eyebrows.

"Wait!" Seeing that Fan Jian was about to attack again, Yin Yifan couldn't help stretching out his hand to block him and shouted.

"Are you afraid?" Fan Jian withdrew his fist and sneered.

"Hmm!" Yin Yifan nodded abnormally.

"Hmm?" Fan Jian was also strange in his heart. Suddenly, he couldn't understand it. He dared to compete more about himself. He was indomitable and suddenly admitted defeat. There must be fraud in it. Fan Jian thought so.

"They all call you bitches..." Yin Yifan suddenly said.

Fan Jian first nodded reflexively. Suddenly, his body shook, as if he had been nodded to the pain in his heart. He couldn't help but be angry and his face twisted, "What are you doing? Do you want to die?"

"No!" Yin Yifan shook his head meaningfully, put on a deep look, smiled faintly, and asked, "Do you want to get rid of this infamous name?"

Fan Jian nodded reflexively again when he heard the words. After a moment, he suddenly took a few steps and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?"

Feering the punch coming straight to the door, Yin Yifan did not dodge, but raised his eyebrows, looked straight at Fan Jian and said, "I can help you!"

"Hmm?" Fan Jian stopped his body and paused. He was a little hesitant. Then he looked at Yin Yifan carefully and couldn't help sneering and said, "It's up to you? Don't be so big!"

He doesn't believe what Yin Yifan, a 15-year-old teenager, can do and what he can do. Unexpectedly, this seemingly tender teenager has lived two lifetimes.

Yin Yifan sneered at the corners of his mouth, showing that he should not belong to this age. He said lightly, "The opportunity is in front of you. Why don't you try it? Don't ask me why I help you, I'm lazy to help you. I want to protect myself so that I won't be bullied by your Fan family.

Yin Yifan was determined that Fan Jian was unwilling to accept the status quo, so he began to calculate in his heart.

"Oh?" Fan Jian seemed to have a trace of interest. He slowly walked to Yin Yifan's side, poked his head, showed a very aggrieving expression, and asked.

"What? Interested?" Yin Yifan smiled faintly and took a look at Fan Jian.

"Tell me about it." Fan Jian was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he went straight into the road.

"What's the panic? As long as you listen to me, even if you are the head of the Fan family, you are not an idiot." Yin Yifan stretched out his hands, knotted his fingerprints, raised his index finger, and frowned at a big tree a few feet away, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't move in the face of danger, don't move in the face of danger, don't move in the face of death. Don't move, Ming Wangyin!"

Suddenly, the blood spurted, and the cold current surged up, and there was a chilly breath all over his body. The temperature suddenly dropped a little, which made Fan Jian couldn't help tremble.

The fingerprints were pushed out, which rolled up the dust of the leaves on the ground and floated in mid-air. For a moment, they turned into frost. Not only that, a turbulent invisible fingerprint, like a giant's palm, bombarded the tree with a bang.

With a sound, Fan Jian's slightly demented eyes reflected the scene of a big tree being blown down. The big tree, with pale frost on the strong trunk, made people feel cold.

"This, this..." Fan Jian looked back with difficulty and couldn't help looking at Yin Yifan's body seriously, but the latter looked calm, only breathing a little short. I can't help but say, "What kind of monster are you?" At this age, it turned out to be the three-yuan realm of Yuanli.

Wang Yin is Yin's greatest ability now, just like the Yuan power of the three yuan realm, knocking down a big tree through the air. But in fact, there is still a huge gap between the two. The Yuan of the three-yuan realm can knock down the big tree with one hand, which is very easy, while Yin Yifan did his best at this time.

Under Yin Yifan's deliberate forbearance, he suppressed the cold air and huge anti-eating pain in his body and made a relaxed look. Fan Jian couldn't help taking a breath of cold air and his face was shocked.

Yin Yifan used his greatest ability, but pretended to be relaxed. In Fan Jian's eyes, he naturally thought that his strength was more than that. In this way, Yin Yifan will naturally look up a little higher.

smiled gently, as if he was very satisfied with the effect he had caused. Take back the fingerprints, close your eyes, take a breath, and straighten out the turbulent cold currents in your body at this moment. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Fan Jian and said without saying, "Do I count the power of Sanyuanjing?"

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At least two times a day!