I'm not the underworld

Chapter 700 The Little Painter's Woman
The two were angry and did not look back.

Go to the underworld of peat. If they can get away this time, they don't want to have anything to do with the Eastern God of Death again.

They did leave, because Chen Yifan believed that they would come back.

After checking the time, Chen Yifan went out to a nearby old castle.

Ao Lingyuan did not come to the art exhibition with him, but was dragged to the tea party by a group of so-called European ladies.

Naturally, she had always been in Huaxia when she came to the world before, and she was a little interested in these novel things, so Chen Yifan let her go.

It will be noon now, so Chen Yifan will pick her up and return to Huaxia in the afternoon.

When he came to a typical European-style castle, Chen Yifan couldn't help but pause, feeling something wrong. Are the tea parties of those ladies and young women so messy?

Chen Yifan pushed open the big iron gate, walked into the castle, and found that the gatekeeper was not there.

Sensing Ao Lingyuan's breath, Chen Yifan searched all the way.

In the back garden of the castle, roses were blooming and their petals were flying, while a group of ladies and wives in gorgeous long dresses and exquisite makeup fell to the ground in disarray.

Hmm... There are also some security personnel in the castle, including the guard at the gate.

Ao Lingyuan was full of evil spirits, and she stepped on the stool with one foot very domineeringly. The traditional Chinese skirt she specially wore on her body was stained with coffee, and there were terrified ladies and wives, as well as those security personnel, Deacon Butler, Gatekeeper...

This is... She held up the entire castle by herself!
As far as Chen Yifan knew, the host who invited them today was the granddaughter of the owner of the castle, the Duke of Fels. The entire castle was heavily guarded, and there were even soldiers patrolling with guns.

"Yuan'er is so mighty and domineering! Did they make you angry?" Seeing this scene, Chen Yifan was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly and asked dotingly.

Hearing Chen Yifan's voice, Ao Lingyuan was startled, and quickly put her feet off the stool, like a child who has done something wrong, turned around with her head down, facing Chen Yifan.

"Hold... sorry, I messed up." Ao Lingyuan shuffled her fingers, lowered her head and bit her lips.

After receiving the invitation, she excitedly said that she wanted to come and see, and Chen Yifan agreed to her coming.

However, she didn't expect that all of this would be done like this by herself. She felt that she had betrayed Chen Yifan's trust and let her out to mess around...

She didn't want to either, but...

I heard that at the tea party, ladies from some countries would wear their own country's costumes to participate. She excitedly took out the skirt that she had treasured for hundreds of years. When she first came to the world, a good friend gave her a skirt. I think this can represent the costumes of China.

However, because of this, she was ridiculed by the women at the tea party, saying that she was dressed too shabby, and a maid who didn't know where came from also sneaked into the tea party.

Those women, some wore extremely gorgeous dresses, some wore distinctive gowns, and some wore elegant long skirts customized by a certain designer...

Ao Lingyuan didn't feel that her clothes were much inferior to theirs, but she didn't know if it was because they couldn't have an advantage in appearance, so they chose to attack this strange face from other strange aspects.

In fact, it's nothing more than saying that she was dressed poorly, those women seemed to deliberately isolate her.

Ao Lingyuan was very disappointed with this tea party, and was about to leave, but heard them whispering.

"This is the little teacher?"

"It's ridiculous. I heard that one of her students is quite talented in painting. This time, she was invited to participate in the art exhibition. She seduced that student in order to get into the upper class!"

"Hey! Even so, she's just a little painter's woman."

"It's funny, do you know? That little painter, at yesterday's dinner party, rejected Prince William's invitation to paint a family portrait, and even offered a price of one billion!"

"Hehe! Don't say a few words, low-level people like them are from two worlds with us, so don't worry too much."

"Hey! Do you really think that you can fly up a branch and become a phoenix because of your beauty?"

……

All kinds of discussions made Ao Lingyuan stop her leaving, and turned her head to look at these ladies.

"Ouch! I'm sorry, you're a little... in the way!" A wealthy businessman's daughter, also from China, passed by with a cup of coffee, and intentionally spilled the boiling hot coffee on Ao Lingyuan's lapel, and there was something in her words. .

"Slap!" Ao Lingyuan finally ran away, slapping the face of the daughter of a wealthy Huaxia businessman with an internet celebrity face.

If she hadn't strengthened a lot now, this cup of coffee would turn into a dragon if it got wet!
These mortals are too presumptuous!
That's all for her, and Chen Yifan is just a so-called little painter who doesn't know good and bad, and will soon be dusted, and this world can't be enjoyed only by talent... and so on.

Chen Yifan is no small painter!
He is the master of the underworld, the only supreme powerhouse in this world!
In Ao Lingyuan's heart, it has always been!

So... things inevitably developed into what they are now.

A group of mortals, none of them is the opponent of Ao Lingyuan.

Ao Lingyuan even performed on the spot, such as catching bullets with bare hands, pulling steel bars with bare hands...

A group of pampered ladies and wives were so frightened that their faces paled and they screamed.

This also caused the scene Chen Yifan saw at this time.

Hearing Ao Lingyuan's apologetic and weak explanation, Chen Yifan's smile narrowed and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Seemingly feeling the stagnation of the surrounding air, Ao Lingyuan was too frightened to speak any more, her head lowered a little.

Suddenly, feeling a light pressure, Ao Lingyuan raised her head slightly, only to see Chen Yifan put his hand on her head.

"Little painter's woman, come here!" Chen Yifan smiled at Ao Lingyuan and shouted.

"Eh... you, can you be normal? This smile... I'm afraid." Ao Lingyuan moved over in small steps, a little panicked.

"Hey, stay aside, it's best to turn around." Chen Yifan said softly.

"What are you going to do?" Ao Lingyuan was startled, and she seemed to have some bad premonition in her heart.

Even the system reminded in surprise: "Great Emperor, these ladies and wives come from all over the world, and they are the daughters and wives of rulers in the secular world. If something happens to them, there is a high possibility of great turmoil in the human world."

"How much turbulence can a group of rice worms who are full and have nothing to do, drink tea and talk about the mountains, cause a lot of turmoil in the world?" Chen Yifan asked in a cold voice.

The system was startled and dared not speak again.

Chen Yifan's tone said everything.

"Monster! That woman is a monster!"

There are also women in expensive long dresses shouting at the top of their voices. They probably have never seen a real monster.

"I heard that you have great opinions on my identity as a painter?"

"My woman, aren't you qualified to attend your tea party?"

(End of this chapter)