"Yes, yes, brother, you don't want to go." Xiaochun echoed.

"No, he invited me on behalf of **, I can't not go, if I don't go, I am likely to be rumored by him. In that case, his plan would have succeeded. ”

"Let's get here today! I'm going to get ready first. ”

"Prepare what?" Bingyun tilted his head helplessly.

"Tailored suits." Pulling his hand into his trouser pocket, Bingyun walked down a side street.

"Emmm, suit?" Bingyun said, walked towards the old store, pushed the door in, and the bell rang.

"Welcome." An old man said without raising his head.

"Lao Wang, I want to make a suit." Hearing a familiar voice, the old man raised his head

"Oh, it's Ice Cloud." The old man pushed his glasses.

"You say—what are you going to do?"

"I said, Lao Wang, I want to make a suit." Bingyun repeated the words.

"Oh, what kind of suit do you want to order?" The old man lowered his head and lit it messily in the air, ready to record.

"You need someone who can withstand strenuous exercise, be able to stretch your legs, wave your arms or something."

"Is something wrong?" The old man asked.

"No, just in case."

"Do you want to be able to stretch freely? How many days does it take to get it done? ”

"Tomorrow"

"Okay, I'll go buy it."

And on the other side:

"How's it going?" It's still the swivel chair, it's the fat man, it's still the cigar.

"Bingyun has already agreed."

"Very well, as long as he agrees, the rest will be easy." A big war is on the verge of breaking out.

At 6 a.m. the next morning,

In this long-standing store, Bingyun came to inspect his suit.

"The clothes are ready." The old man picked up a suit on the table and shook it in front of Bingyun.

"Put it on and see if it fits?"

"Master, master, go try it!" Xiao Yan and Xiao Chun also followed, of course they also wanted to participate.

"Oh, Bingyun, this is your apprentice, right?" The old man pushed his glasses and looked at them carefully.

"Hmm." This response is undoubtedly a recognition of Xiao Yan, and Bing Yun recognized Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan was very proud, puffed up his chest and said.

"That's right, I'm the master's first apprentice, and I'll be strong in the future."

"Huh." The old man didn't answer, and turned to look at Xiaochun.

"Then this is ......"

"My sister."

"Oh......"

After changing clothes, Bingyun came out of the room, radiant, wearing a dark blue commercial suit, wearing a white shirt with a bow on the collar, straight clothes, shoulders are not wide or small, flat shoulders, the clothes show the width of the shoulders very well, the legs are not thick, there is still a surplus on the trouser legs, a silver glittering white hair, and a pair of melancholy eyes with absolute charm. This is a perfect man.

"Brother Bingyun is so handsome." Xiaochun covered her mouth and said. (A little fan girl was born) Xiaoyan also grew up and couldn't speak.

Everyone is very satisfied, but only Bingyun himself is not satisfied.

"Lao Wang, how can this dress be vigorously exercised."

"Oh, this dress looks tight, but it can actually meet your requirements, don't believe you try it." After listening to the old man's words, Bingyun began to do radio gymnastics.

"Eh, brother, why are you wearing combat shoes?" After listening to Xiaochun's words, Xiao Yan saw this violation.

"Just in case," Bingyun replied.

"Ice Cloud." The old man persuaded.

"You're too obvious, listen to me, change into a pair of leather shoes first, hide these pairs in advance, and put them on when you really need them."

"Hmm." Bingyun nodded, suddenly remembered something, and turned to Xiao Yan and the two of them.

"You two, stay home for me. I'll just go to the celebration party alone. ”

"Eh, eh, eh."

"Did you hear that?"

"I hear you." After dealing with the matter, Bingyun walked towards the building.

**Serious music, Bingyun heard the sound of music and people communicating, pushed the door in, on the stage, a band was playing music, off the stage, all kinds of people were wearing formal clothes, communicating elegantly and casually, in this upper-class social gathering that seemed to be normal, in Bingyun's opinion, it didn't seem so normal.

Isn't this celebration for me? Generally speaking, when the protagonist of the party appears, the people around him will gather around to greet him, even if he is careless, and pay tribute to the protagonist of the party. However, Bingyun is now standing in front of them, and the people are also ignoring him.

"It seems that this meeting is not for me, and I was invited to humiliate me." (Could it be that they don't know Bingyun?) {funny}) The best explanation that Bingyun could think of, after judging the situation, Bingyun walked into the crowd and found the organizer of this party, the fat man.

Find the organizer, just take a few polite touches, and you're good to go, right? Bingyun unconsciously quickened his pace, wanting to finish talking and leave early.

"Ice Cloud Warrior, where are you going in such a hurry?" An aversive voice sounded upstairs, and when I looked up, I saw a fat man dressed in swarthy clothes, wearing a gentleman's hat on his head, and leaning on an old man's cane, slowly descending the stairs. This process lasted about 1 minute, and the fat man finally walked in front of Bingyun.

"Yo, Ice Cloud Great Warrior, dressed with such a spirit, he deserves to be the strongest warrior of our people."

"Awards, awards." Although it was disgust, Bingyun still casually perfunctory.

"What kind of attitude do you have?" A four-eyed boy with a matchmaker's mole and glasses next to the fat man pointed to Bingyun and said.

"Ahem, it's okay," the fat man stretched out his hand to stop him, and then said.

"Ice Cloud Warriors, come, please, let's—have a drink." The two men moved to the table and each picked up a goblet.

"Ice Cloud Warrior, by the way, you didn't seem to call me from just now. Also, I have such a small official position, how can the Ice Cloud Hero remember it. ”

"Of course I do, Boss Pancake, right?"

"You, you, you." Four-Eyed Boy walked out and pointed with his finger.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." The fat man's face turned slightly cold, and then he smiled again.

"Ice Cloud Warriors are really joking, anyway, how did you think about it last time?"

"What's the matter?"

"Is it about joining my command and working together to save humanity?"

"I don't need to join your command to save humanity."

"Hahaha, yes, come, Ice Cloud Hero, I'll give you a drink." The fat man picked up the goblet, touched Bingyun's cup, and motioned for Bingyun to drink. After Bingyun picked up the wine glass and took a sip, he picked up the wine glass and shook it, bringing the glass to his mouth, but stopped again, put down the wine glass again, and asked Bingyun.

"By the way, Ice Cloud Warrior, I suddenly remembered something." Seeing that Bingyun didn't answer, he took it himself.