"Don't worry, you will win, I won't let you fall easily, trust the master and me."

My sister looked at Chen Bing and then at Lin Chen, she didn't want Lin Chen to misunderstand Chen Bing.

Lin Chen didn't know about their small movements, but he didn't care about Chen Bing's distrust.

Lin Chen has always explained not much to others, otherwise others will think it is a cover-up.

Lin Chen's eyes flashed with gray light, his palm slowly became blurred, and a gray mist emerged, and with a click, the mist evaporated into a thin line, wrapping the cork.

It's too stinky, Chen Bing wrinkled her nose, the cork flew up, and she smelled a foul smell, all kinds of strange smells that made Chen Bing, who was in a comfortable environment every day, unacceptable.

She pinched her little upturned nose with her jade hand and stared with her big eyes, as if she were watching a magic show.

She turned her head to her sister, and when she saw her sister's frowning brow slowly loosen, she knew that the smell was gone, and she let go of her fingers and looked to the side.

Two drops of dark green liquid flew out of many bottles, powder less than the size of a fingernail, flickering fluorescence, and a few drops of crimson flesh, flying to Lin Chen's left hand, a cloud of ash being wrapped.

Everything was in order and would not fly together into the fog, and a strange sound came from the palm of the hand, as if in some unknown transformation, the fog flashed red and green, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice it at all.

"Sister, don't you think it stinks?" Chen Bing whispered.

The sister held up a finger and put it on her red lips to tell her not to speak.

No wonder my sister was able to go to the top of the company, although she smelled the same smell, but instead of pinching her nose, she tried not to show it, in order to make a good impression on the other party, when Chen Bing saw her sister's movements, she thought.

Chen Bing watched Lin Chen's performance in front of her eyes, which made her feel that Lin Chen might really be a feng shui master with extraordinary powers, rather than an ordinary person.

In her heart, there was a glimmer of expectation that maybe things would never develop to the point where she didn't want to see them.

On the screen, a diminutive man in a light blue suit with a slightly rounded face walks up to the makeshift microphone. In front of him was a row of journalists, sitting quietly in their seats, surrounded by a pile of cameras.

He looked down at the reporters present and smiled, the result of his craving, the attention of many media outlets.

Chen Bing knew the people who appeared on the screen. He was Song Eun's agent, and she was angry.

When Chen Bing saw his laughter, she thought it was a treacherous villain, and she hoped that she could pick up the 35-yard slippers she was wearing and slap him in the face.

"Hello everyone, welcome to your arrival, as for the reason for this press conference, I am sure everyone knows that Mr. Song Eun will personally explain the whole thing later."

Before he finished speaking, a female reporter in the middle of the third row took the lead in asking: "Mr. Hai, do you mean that Mr. Song En and Miss Chen Bing really stayed at the Holiday Inn until 2 o'clock in the morning?" ”

Once the answer is yes, the reporter's pen can begin to describe imaginatively, and there is no shortage of journalists in the world who have no professional ethics and like to chew on words and exaggerate facts to report.

"Oh, about last night's event, Mr. Song Eun will answer your questions later, you can't rush to ask questions, otherwise Mr. Song Eun will refuse to answer questions, please cooperate more." Mr. Hai elaborated on some of the issues raised at the press conference.

As for Mr. Hai's words, Chen Bing just sighed, her eyes attracted by Lin Chen's hand.

A blue jelly-like substance appeared in Lin Chen's hand, and Chen Bing only glanced at it before sinking into it.

Lin Chen coughed softly, as if ringing in their ears, she was dizzy just now, and she had just slowly recovered.

With a pinch of his right hand, the glass bottle containing his hair opened, and the hair flew out and mixed with the photo.

As the handprint changes, the dust evaporates and flies to the photo. The next breath is like an invisible flame that burns. The photo and hair turned to ash, forming a gray face.

When Chen Bing saw this scene, her mood was indescribable.

Gradually, Lin Chen's status in her mind became higher and higher, like a reclusive master in Xia Guo's martial arts movies.

She knew that she had just done something wrong and neglected Lin Chen, and she knew that she was still a little disgusted.

Lin Chen's hand pulled back, and his face was pulled like an invisible hand, crashing into the blue jelly, forming a blue face.

It's too similar, Parari looked at the blue face and sighed inwardly, saying that even if that face turned gray, she remembered.

The blue face forms a moment, and on the screen, Song Eun is like a Western gentleman who brings his wife to the microphone, and it is like having another ego.

"What's wrong? The journalists have arrived. "Beware!" The wife reminded in a low voice.

He lied to me, liar, and when Chen Bing saw her wife appear, she felt cheated and the press conference was held without asking for her opinion. It has already been predicted that she will appear at this time.

She understands that she has been immersed in an emotional lie.

Lin Chen picked up the rag doll, tied a knot, raised his fingers, floated the blue face on it, and moved his fingers, and the blue face merged into the rag doll. A Song Eun's face appeared on it.

He picked up Snow Wolf's pen, the ashes on the tip of the pen entwined. , the hair was stimulated by the volcanic ash as if it was bleeding.

The pen was drawn on the Shroud doll, like a silver hook on an iron painting, embellished with inscriptions and symbols of small tadpoles, and he spoke mantras quickly.

"Mr. Song En, don't sell the lawsuit, why are you staying in the hotel with Miss Chen Bing? Is it because of the discussion of the script, or something else? ”

Other journalists have already started writing and are ready to open up and think about how to write, so that they can be more interesting.

"Are you okay, answer quickly, the reporters are waiting for you." Song Eun's wife reminded him, smiling at the photographer.

The reporters sitting in the chairs were very unhappy, and they were waiting for Song Eun's answer.

They really wanted to know the truth, but Song Eun didn't speak.

Two minutes passed, "It's my fault, it has nothing to do with Chen Bing." ”

As soon as Song Eun spoke, it was like a depth charge, setting off a huge wave.

In the ears of the reporter, hearing the news, what is his fault and why I feel sorry for Miss Chen Bing.

The news is good, there is so much plasticity to give play to the imagination, and making up stories is the best job of a journalist.

"Mr. Song Eun, what does this mean? Has your relationship broken down? Do you pedal two boats?

"Mr. Song Eun, please tell me why you said you were wrong."

The scene began to be chaotic. The agent called the bodyguard to ask the reporter to stop and wanted to leave with Song Eun, but the press conference could not continue, and the reporters kept asking questions.

At this moment, the reporters didn't care about Chen Bing's affairs, mainly why Song En said it was his fault.

After five minutes, Parali closed the notebook, blinked, and said in a soft voice, "Master, this is what you did." She couldn't believe it.

Lin Chen said two words just now, and at the same time Song Zhai read it very well, Lin Chen just smiled, looking unpredictable, and did not explain what he had done.

Mind Control & Descent.

Even so, after witnessing Lin Chen's practice, even Chen Bing, who didn't admit that he was a master just now, now admired Lin Chen with a bottomless place.

This scene was so exciting, she finally understood why her sister respected the person in front of her so much, why she would be his spokesperson, and firmly grasped it.

"Since you want him to lose his reputation, I will help you give him the next chance of bad luck, and when I go back, let him have an unlucky month, and with your ability, you should be able to achieve your goal." Lin Chen said to his sister.

As for how she took advantage of this incident and its subsequent decline, Lin Chen didn't care, in this way, his sister couldn't let Song Eun lose his reputation, and he had to consider changing the spokesperson. Then he put things on the table.

Dark and dirty alleys.

The water pipes on the wall descend rhythmically, and the muddy sewage is not visible at night, forming a small watermark on the ground.

On one side of the canal were two open iron garbage cans, corroded in this filthy and disorderly environment, and the stench continued to emanate.