The Consequence of Judging Others by Appearance

"Pop!" Riles was so angry that he smashed the cup in his hand. His handsome and romantic face became distorted with anger. When the others in the room saw him so angry, they sat silently. Their appearance fell in Riles' eyes, and it was even more irritating to him, and he yelled without manners.

"What's the use of us? Didn't you say that you won't win the two of them?" A pale-bearded priest said unhappy. "Anger doesn't make you any worse, Mr. Ryles, you are gaffes. "

These more than a dozen of them are teammates, not subordinates. Even if Riles is backed by the country, this does not mean that they will be reprimanded by Riles. Those people present, who are not respected big figures, can not stand the attitude of Riles.

"At this time, you are disgusted with my gaffe," Riles sneered. "You are all respectable gentlemen and ladies in China. How can you be so embarrassed by two young people today? The Chinese culture has been passed down for thousands of years. We are blessed with luck. We have not figured out their dragon veins yet, they have already discovered our movements. The waste arranged in Huaxia killed a few useless young warlocks, nothing was done, and they were also caught by Huaxia Take control. Even the celestial masters we have spent so much effort to invite are now in a coma due to backlash. Just as we are now, what should we use to deal with China's profound arts world?"

"No, Riels, this method is not glorious," the priest shook his head. "Use conspiracy to attack warlocks in other countries. In my opinion, this method is not gentleman at all."

"Gentleman?" Riles sneered, and threw his eyes at the priest like a knife. "At this time you still pay attention to the gentleman's demeanor, it's ridiculous."

Huaxia is about to step on top of their heads, and must be gentleman. For hundreds of years, no one is a gentleman, but when I get to this meeting, I remember the so-called gentleman's demeanor.

Everyone in the room calmed down. Some of them agreed with Riels, and some felt that this approach was not good, but things had reached this point, and there was no point in arguing. At today's discussion meeting, the people from Huaxia were obviously very targeted at them, making them lose face.

The breath in their hearts hasn't dispersed yet.

I don’t know why Huaxia people can cite scriptures so much. They not only use the historical deeds of Huaxia as examples, but also understand the history of their country clearly. Is it that they memorize the history of each country when they are fine?

At this point, Huaxia people are always so magical.

"It's going to be a fight in a day." Riels glanced across the teammates in the room, "There is only one goal we have to deal with."

"The Chinese warlock named Qi Yan is said to be a very promising warlock of the younger generation of Chinese warlocks. Even if we can't kill him, we will abolish his skills."

"But..." Riles interrupted the priest before he finished speaking.

"No," Riles said with a stern face, "for our king, for our citizens. You guys, we must do this."

"Okay, okay," someone finally said after a long silence in the room, "what if we can't fight him?"

"You are all very powerful warlocks, why can't you take a young man?" Riles almost didn't laugh at these people. "If this is the case, you have no face to go back to see His Majesty the King."

In Riles's opinion, the warlock named Qi Yan does have some abilities, but it is only the better one of the younger warlocks. When it comes to the competition, if there is an unexpected accident, it is not. Way thing. At that time, it was a big deal that they would compensate for a loss, which would destroy one of the hopes of the next generation in the Chinese Warlock world. Even if they spend a sum of money, it is not a loss.

The following day, representatives of various countries did not walk around, but stayed in the room to discuss various strategies. As the youngest warlock in the Huaxia delegation, Qi Yan should be a key protection target, but because of his extraordinary mentor, even the master is a great figure who once made a sensation in the country, and he himself has extraordinary abilities, so he has become a representative of Huaxia. One of the main force of the regiment.

"Luo Shanguo will definitely take the opportunity to target us this time. Master Qi may be their main target." Master Zhao glanced at Qi Yan, "I have a few defensive artifacts that I can carry around. If Master Qi doesn't Dislike it, it's better to take it with you tomorrow in the Fa Fight."

Other masters also expressed their willingness to lend their defensive artifacts to Qi Yan.

"I appreciate the kindness of the masters, but the seniors here are all respected masters. Luo Shanguo is ambitious, why wouldn't he not stare at you?" Qi Yan smiled gratefully at these masters. "The juniors came this time and they also brought defenses. Dharma tools, it’s just that I’m inexperienced after all, so I ask all the masters to remind me a lot tomorrow.”

The masters did not feel annoyed by Qi Yan's refusal, but felt that Qi Yan thought very intimately. After discussing with each other, they felt that Qi Yan's plan was right. If these old guys can't protect themselves, how can they come? Protect these juniors?

"Then we will be like this tomorrow...again." Everyone gathered together and finally made a plan.

Qi Yan went back to the room and saw Cen Baihe reading the file again. He walked to him and kissed him on the face. He said with guilt: "I wanted to have fun on this island with you. Knowing so many things, is it boring to let you stay in the room alone?"

"Don't think too much," Cen Baihe turned his head and stretched out his hand to touch Qi Yan's head, and said with a smile, "The air here is very good, and I'm more energetic when I deal with the documents. Besides, I will be more serious and wait until the exchange meeting is over. , Let’s play slowly for two more days."

"Okay," Qi Yan stretched his hand around his neck, rubbing his head between his neck, "When the time comes, we will catch crabs and find some seafood or something, and let the chef help us process it and eat it slowly."

"Okay," Cen Baihe gently kissed the top of his hair, "I am very happy to be able to accompany you out and let all the masters of the profound arts world know that I am your boyfriend."

"Really?" Qi Yan squeezed Cen Baihe's ears with a smile. He didn't know when he developed the habit. When he was bored, he liked to pinch Cen Baihe's ears because his ears were warm and soft. The red one is in special contrast to him.

"Really," Cen Baihe held his messy hand, "When I go back, I will also take you to show up in public, okay?"

He wanted to tell the whole world that Qi Yan was already with him.

"Are you not afraid that our relationship will affect the company's business after the disclosure of our relationship?" Qi Yan chuckled, "But thinking that countless people in the imperial capital were afraid and wanted to please Cen Wuye, I became a minister of jeans. I am quite successful. Feeling."

"Don't be afraid," Cen Baihe thought for a while, "If the business is not good, let my brother and sister support us, not to mention that you will not be hungry if you look at Feng Shui fortune-telling so powerfully."

"So the princes and buddies of the imperial capital will become the fifth master Cen who eats soft food in the future," Qi Yan thought of such a scene, inexplicably feeling that it was also quite good.

"I eat my man's soft rice, isn't it justified?" Cen Baihe looked down at Qi Yan, "Are you right, huh?"

This "um" was so **** and charming, Qi Yan's nose was a little itchy, and he covered the laptop in front of Cen Baihe, and rushed on it in a wolfish manner.

In the face of such a blue-eyed beauty, if he can hold on, then he is not a man.

A friendly and harmonious exercise with the people you like is a bliss on earth. If there is something more enjoyable than this, then two games.

The two spent the whole afternoon in bed. If it weren't for a phone call, Qi Yan wouldn't want to move while lying in the bed. Seeing his laziness, Cen Baihe helped him get his cell phone, "It's your friend's phone."

Qi Yan took a look at the phone, and the caller showed the third child.

"Youngest," he connected, his voice still hoarse.

"Ouch, Qianqian, your voice sounds... it's not in which beauty's bed, right?"

Qi Yan glanced at Cen Baihe and said with a smile: "Yes, on a white and rich bed."

"Really? Money, money, your life is really comfortable, and I don't know what kind of beauty can drag you to bed," Wang Hang suddenly became excited, "I won't tell us if I have a girlfriend. This is not kind, let us find time to have a meal together."

"Okay," Qi Yan smiled and touched Cen Baihe's collarbone, "I will make an appointment to have a meal together for a while, I will treat you."

"Of course it's your treat, and remember to bring the beauties with you." Wang Hang said directly, "If the beauties don't come, don't come." What he wants to see is Qianqian girlfriend, not Qianqian.

Qi Yan took his eyes to Cen Baihe, Cen Baihe nodded with a smile, and stole a kiss on his cheek by the way.

Pushing this dishonest face aside, Qi Yan said into the phone, "Okay, I will bring him to see you when I come back."

"Are you not in the imperial capital now?" Wang Hang remembered Qi Yan's abilities, and did not ask Qi Yan where he is now, "I have something else I want to trouble you."

"What's the matter?" Qi Yan leaned on Cen Baihe and said in a good mood, "Fortune-telling, Feng Shui, or looking for dragons and acupuncture points?"

"Cough cough, I really want to ask you to help see the feng shui of the Yin House," Wang Hang did not say politely to Qi Yan, and said directly, "The elder of my mother's relatives passed away. Before the old man died, he wanted the younger to send her back to her home. The burial. Now the people have been cremated, and the urn is still in the mourning hall. I want to ask a Feng Shui master with real skills to help me see it. Everything about the cost is easy to talk about. I just thought about it. Whoever does it, it’s not as reassuring as you do it. So I wanted to ask if you have time to help with a trip recently."

Qi Yan knew that Wang Hang was kind, and felt that it was better to make money for others than for his brother. He thought about it and said, "I may not have time in the last few days. If your relatives have no opinion, I can do it in ten days. Go with them."

"Okay, that's okay," Wang Hang said with a smile, "This family has nothing else, that is, they have money. You can kill when you should. Don't be polite with me, and don't talk about friendship prices. The more money he makes, the happier I am."

"Is this your relative or your enemy?" Qi Yan felt that Wang Hang's tone didn't seem like an attitude of sharing worries for relatives.

"It's not an enemy, anyway, it's just some old things about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds. It doesn't make much sense now," Wang Hang said, thinking that there was a beauty next to Qi Yan, "Okay, I won't bother you to get along with the beauty. Now, if the neglect of the beauty makes her unhappy, I will be guilty. See you in the emperor, bye bye."

Listening to the busy tone coming from the phone, Qi Yan put the phone aside and hooked his finger towards Cen Baihe: "Beauty, you can't come to serve the Lord?"

Cen Baihe leaned over in his ear and whispered, "Then what do you want me to serve?"

"Blow, pull, play and sing, what will come," Qi Yan was a little itchy by the heat from Cen Baihe's mouth, and couldn't help touching his ears, "You stay away from me."

Cen Baihe's index finger flicked on his waist, and a smile appeared on his face: "Is it this way? Huh?"

Qi Yan couldn't help covering his ears. This **** voice was really terrible.

He finally tomorrow, why did there be kings in ancient times that have not reigned early? This kind of seduction is simply uncontrollable! If he were the emperor and met a favorite concubine like Bai He, he might have died long ago.

Baihe's favorite concubine smiled, and the king of money did not come early.

The two were neatly dressed, and when they went downstairs for dinner, it was already dark. The two of them picked their favorite meals side by side, and found a table where no one was seated. Just after eating with chopsticks, there was one more person on the next table. Qi Yan turned his head to look over, and the other party happened to look at him, his eyes met, and then both turned his head away.

Lu Gang was in a bad mood. He couldn't understand why he had already deliberately avoided the peak of dinner time. Why could he still meet Qi Yan?

There were few people in the restaurant and it was quiet. Lu Gang could even hear Qi Yan's chopsticks hit the dishes.

"I don't want to eat celery."

"Give me."

Lu Gang: Isn’t it just celery? Is there anything I can’t eat?

"When we first met, you were so picky eaters, now this problem is finally cured by me."

Lu Gang: Yes, the fifth master Cen, who is feared by countless people in the imperial capital, was tempted by you to become a **** guy. Not to mention, he doesn’t even dislike the food in other people’s bowls, and he doesn’t know that Cen Qiusheng knows that his precious son picks up what others don’t want. Can you be so angry that you are five or six years old?

After a meal, Lu Gang didn't remember what he had eaten, but his heart was full of complaints about Qi Yan.

Sure enough, no matter how he looked at it, he still couldn't have a good impression of Qi Yan.

When entering the elevator, the three met again at the elevator entrance. Qi Yan and Cen Baihe stood on the left corner, and Lu Gang stood on the right corner. At the moment when the elevator door closed, Lu Gang said in a strange manner, "Don’t believe anyone is stupid. Luo Shanguo tried to buy me and make me trick you behind my back. I didn’t agree. But this doesn’t mean that others are not tempted. Know your face and don’t know your heart. You are a young hairy boy, don’t try to be a hero without knowing anything. When you die, there won’t be many people who will praise you as a good person who saves you. Only one face can be seen."

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "If you are worried, I will just say, don't be so awkward, I won't laugh at you."

"Who is worried about you?" Lu Gang sneered, "I just don't want you to be defeated by others and lose my face as a Chinese."

"Ding." The elevator reached the fifth floor, the elevator door opened, and Lu Gang stepped out before Qi Yan.

"My master's stuff is still with you, whoever I am going to go to when you die."

Qi Yan and Cen Baihe walked out of the elevator and watched Lu Gang hurriedly leave with his head upright. He couldn't help but said to Cen Baihe: "A young teenager in his twenties is called Meng when he is proud. ?"

Cen Baihe laughed: "Since you know his character, why bother with him?"

"I'm not used to his bad temper," Qi Yan snorted, but his tone still softened. "I really don't know how his bad temper will be mixed up in the profound arts world in the future."

In the past, Master Qian was there, no matter how bad his temper was, others would still look at Master Qian’s face. Now Master Qian is no longer there. He has a bad temper and average skills. Who will give him face?

"Why do you bother about him?" Cen Baihe took him by the hand and returned to the room. "Which mountain to sing, if he doesn't understand this truth, in the future, someone will naturally teach him."

Qi Yan shook his head and sighed: "I have already collected Master Qian's protection fee, so I can't let them be bullied by others."

Cen Baihe wanted to say that you might be the one who bullied him the most.

"He has a bad mentality, and he still needs training," Qi Yan put his hand behind him, and said in an emotional tone, "It seems that Master Qian's little apprentice is the most worry-free."

Cen Baihe lowered his head and said in a calm tone: "It seems that you have a deep impression of her."

"Don't think too much."

"I didn't think about anything."

Qi Yan:...

On the day of the fight, the weather was exceptionally good, with white clouds floating in the blue sky, like soft and delicious cotton candy, which made people feel better after a few more glances.

Qi Yan put on the gossip gown left by his master, and some small magical instruments. When he entered the game, he put a baby's fist-sized protective mirror on Cen Baihe's body.

"Money," Cen Baihe stopped Qi Yan, and stretched out his hand to adjust his robes for him, "Be careful of everything."

Qi Yan saw that when Cen Baihe said these words, a large cloud of purple energy seemed to have followed his master's will and entered his body.

"I'm here," Cen Baihe reached out and hugged him, whispered in his ear, "Go."

"Um..." Qi Yan nodded, kissed the corner of Cen Baihe's lips, turned and walked towards the Doufatai.

Lu Gang, who was late, saw the robe on Qi Yan, his face suddenly changed.

Qi Yan even has such precious robes, so how could he rare those few magical instruments of his master?

This is the robe that has been recorded in the books of the mysterious world, and it only exists in legends...

The author has something to say: Lu Gang: Ask, I just found out that the person I hate may be a tyrant in the mysterious world. Should I put aside my prejudices and hug my thighs?