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Looking at his departing back, Qin Taichu was both happy and worried.

I'm glad that I have found someone who can take on a big job today.

Worried about whether his tiny shoulders could withstand the pressure.

When the secretary came in, he noticed the changes in the room at a glance. "You gave him the folding fan?"

"Yes, he picked it himself." Qin Taichu said with relief.

"That's a precious gift that you wrote in your own handwriting. "

I wonder if the little guy can discover the true preciousness of this gift......," Qin Taichu said with a meaningful smile.

。。。。。。

In the corridor, Zhang Tianling's mind was still immersed in the previous conversation.

What kind of person was

Qin Taichu? What does the "changing the world" he mean has to do with himself?

After thinking about it, he can only deduce that Qin Taichu has no malicious intent at present. Everything this person showed was completely different from people like Wu Guoguang and Shen Yongfeng.

Even if he is really calculated in the future, Zhang Tianling is confident that he will escape, he is not just an invisibility spell as a means of saving his life.

Thinking about it like this, Zhang Tianling's whole person relaxed a lot.

I was about to leave the office area, but I was blocked at the corner.

In front of him was no one else, it was a group of freshmen led by Lin Qingshan.

These five people looked down at Zhang Tianling condescendingly, and their eyes were fierce and hated to eat him alive.

Zhang Tianling was not surprised, Qin Taichu tried his best to help him pull the group hatred, and it was strange if no one found fault.

I saw him purse his lips innocently. "Do you have anything to do with me......

"Why don't you pretend to be pathetic! You work for the old guys, but not for us!" a man in a baseball cap threatened.

"Also, pay attention to your words," Lin Qingshan added, "We are your seniors, not classmates." "

Aren't we at the same level?" Zhang Tianling asked.

"What nonsense, it's your turn to be my senior? Older than you should be your senior. "

Oh......" To be honest, Zhang Tianling wanted to laugh out loud.

This Lin Qingshan looks like a decent man and a gentleman, who would have thought that he would intercept children and make a serious argument about seniority.

"Tell me honestly, what did Director Qin tell you?"

"Said that I looked like his son when he was a child. Zhang Tianling replied.

"Huh, what else?"

"Say you look like his grandson." Zhang Tianling's attitude was sincere.

"Say I'm ......" Lin Qingshan's expression froze, and he scolded on the spot. "Dog, you take advantage of me?

!" "What's the matter, have you wronged you as my son?"

"Look for death!" Lin

Qingshan, who was humiliated one after another, raised his hand in anger, and his gesture was about to be thrown on Zhang Tianling's face.

Zhang Tianling remained silent, and only raised one index finger to easily block the opponent's powerful palm.

The realm has reached the seventh grade of the Na Ling, and Lin Qingshan, who has just touched the Daomen, is obviously not enough for him to see.

"Ah!!h

"Stinky boy, you're playing yin!" The

baseball cap thought that Lin Qingshan had suffered a loss from Taoism, so he put on a posture and approached Zhang Tianling with a small jump.

Zhang Tianling's finger didn't move before, and his right hand turned the folding fan, and a blow stabbed out obliquely.

The baseball cap only felt a flower in front of him, and his abdomen was like a lightning strike, and even the person with the hat flew upside down, rolling several times before stopping at the staircase.

"Huh?" Zhang Tianling exclaimed in surprise and looked at the paper fan in surprise.

He didn't exert much strength, how could he be so powerful? What's

even more bizarre was that the moment he waved the fan, he had a strange feeling, as if the spiritual power in his palm had been sucked out.

Could it be that there is another mystery in this folding fan?

When Zhang Tianling was distracted, the rest of the people quickly recognized the situation, set up Lin Qingshan and the baseball caps that had passed out, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"The escape speed is decent.

Zhang Tianling opened the folding fan with a "snap", and fanned the wind leisurely, and said in his heart.

"System system, received a reply. "

[The system has received, the host please speak

] "What is the origin of this fan?"

[Made by Qin Taichu himself]

"Be specific." [

No comment]

"Confidentiality?" Okay~" Zhang Tianling is also Xi to it.

His system is not as questionable and omnipotent as written in many novels, but often hides and tucks up, and many times does not speak and pretends to be dead.

If the system was a real person, Zhang Tianling would have taken it out and beaten it up a long time ago.

"You've got to tell me what it does, right? That's what you asked me to choose. "

[......]

"You want me to study it myself, right?" Zhang Tianling smiled evilly, "I'll go back and return it to Director Qin." "

[Target is being analyzed......]

[Conclusions are drawn.] This fan is made by a special method and can be used as a medium for the release of spiritual power, saving spiritual power consumption