Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Heirs in White
Between the flickering candlelight, Du Shiya stood like a lotus flower out of the mud, her hands folded and full of smiles, and she began to make a wish in the blessing of everyone.
"I wish my parents and grandfather good health."
"Second, I wish myself all the best in my career."
"Three Wishes ......"
When she acquiesced to the third wish in her heart, Du Shiya's eyes quietly opened a slit, and she looked at Ji Lin on the side with a thief's heart.
Coincidentally, Ji Lin's gaze also coincidentally caught Du Shiya's "strangeness".
For a while, the eyes of the two met in the dark, and Du Shiya's heart began to beat for no reason.
"Why am I so familiar with this feeling?" Ji Lin frowned, and a trace of uncertainty flashed in his eyes.
Over the long years, Ji Lin has experienced too many people and things.
But this kind of feeling, which seems to be simply understood as "heartbeat", is rare.
A similar feeling seems to have not occurred for thousands of years.
She ...... Could it be? Suddenly, Ji Lin thought of an incredible possibility.
"Ji Lin, what are the three wishes you said Du Shiya had?"
Lin Lulu's curious voice pulled Ji Lin back from his contemplation.
"I'm not her, how can I know what she thinks?"
Ji Lin glared at Lin Lulu angrily and said speechlessly.
"Du Shiya, listen to me, Ji Lin already has a girlfriend, don't be amorous.
Seeing Ji Lin and Lin Lulu in the distance, a voice suddenly appeared in Du Shiya's mind, and turned into a storm, lighting up the night sky.
"The third wish is ......"
Suppressing the loss in her heart, the girl silently made a third vow in her heart and blew out the candle.
Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!
The lights were bright again, soft music was playing, and some people stepped onto the dance floor to dance, while others were holding goblets and talking to friends.
Du Shiya had the heart to come over and accompany Ji Lin, but as the protagonist today, Du Shiya had too many guests to receive, so she could only look at Ji Lin apologetically.
Ji Lin smiled at this, but didn't pay much attention to it, and sat in the corner with Lin Lulu leisurely drinking tea, looking down on the audience in the steaming aroma of tea.
As a cultivator, Ji Lin likes to be quiet, but he also does not reject the bustle and bustle.
Seeing the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the common people from the perspective of a bystander is very helpful to Ji Lin's practice.
"Master, I have been cultivating for more than 5,000 years since You gave me an immortal body, why haven't I been able to attain enlightenment until now?"
"What was the chance you were talking about? Could it be related to the reincarnation of that demon? Who is the demon? ”
Rhythmically banging on the coffee table in his hands, Ji Lin was a little melancholy.
There are 3,000 avenues and 84,000 trails.
In the past 5,000 years, Ji Lin has been constantly searching for immortals, and he has intersected with the celebrities of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism in history, and has also found many deficiencies in himself.
But why have so many years passed, the former Taoist friends have soared away one after another.
Even people like Li Bai and Du Fu who did not deliberately cultivate the Tao, they were able to become immortals and become holy, and they went to the world alone?
"I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace."
"I want to go back by the wind, there is time for Qionglou Yuyu, and the height is cold."
The song "When is the Bright Moon", through the heavenly voice of the queen of Xiangjiang, spreads and opens again, spreads to the coffee table, spreads to the sofa, and spreads to Ji Lin's heart.
"People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete!"
"I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles!"
At the end of the song, when Ji Lin faintly felt that he had "touched" a certain key point in his cultivation, an iron tower-like figure appeared in front of him.
"Mr. Ji, I want to invite you to dance."
This strong man was born with a broken voice, and his deep and powerful voice filled the audience.
The surroundings stopped abruptly, and everyone looked at the strong man, and then at Ji Lin, all with black lines on their faces.
Today's birthday party, in fact, to put it bluntly, is a small dance party in the high society of Shu.
According to the unspoken rules among celebrities, it is very rude to refuse an invitation from the other party.
But before today, I didn't seem to have heard of two men dancing with each other, isn't that too much?
"Huang Xin, what are you eating, Ji Lin is a busy man, how can he dance with you?" Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance.
Following the prestige, Ji Lin saw a handsome face.
This face is smiling and groaning, but there is an undisguised banter.
"It's kind of interesting."
Retracting his gaze from Cao Long, Ji Lin picked up the teacup, and his flat and majestic tone resounded throughout the audience:
"If you have the ability to get me up, I will accept your invitation."
Wow!
As soon as these words came out, the audience shook, and everyone who knew the details of Huang Xin looked at Ji Lin with a little more pity.
"Do you know who I am? You talk to me like that! ”
As if hearing the most ridiculous thing in the world, Huang Xin laughed loudly, and the tears of laughter were about to flow out.
"Ji Lin, let me tell you, Huang Xin won the championship of my Shu Land Free Fighting Tournament in his early years, and then went to Sijiu City and entered the Imperial Forest Army through layers of selection."
"Three years ago, Huang Xin retired as the king of 'soldiers', and now he is my brother Cao Long's personal guard, with an annual salary of one million, you actually look down on him?"
Zhou Tao explained, and everyone's gaze at Huang Xin was a little more solemn.
"Boy, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, I am the contemporary head of the White Ape Tongjiquan in Emeishan, and I can break the bones of the cow under one punch."
"If you lose your arms and legs later, I won't be responsible."
Lighting a cigarette in a chic manner, Huang Xin smiled very rampantly.
Huang Xin and Ji Lin had no grievances in the past and no hatred in the near future, but at this moment, they stepped forward and slapped their faces on the orders of Cao Long, and it was naturally impossible to make an easy move.
As for whether to beat Ji Lin into a cripple, it is not within the scope of Huang Xin's consideration.
Anyway, he is a "temporary" worker, what can Ji Lin do for himself?
"No more nonsense, if you want to fight, as long as you can make me move half a step, then you win."
Facing a scorching gaze, Ji Lin indifferently said the words that shook the audience.