Zhang Qilin won Wu Xie's affirmation for the first time, and he was originally distressed by the sudden appearance of a voice in his subconscious, but he got the best comfort.

Zhang Qilin happily strode in front of Wu Xie, took all the clothing accessories and scepters from him with a smile, and looked at Wu Xie with a smirk, his eyes were full of small pink bubbles.

Wu Xie just smiled faintly at Zhang Qilin, turned around domineeringly, and the two of them took the people behind them as air gorgeously.

When Wu Xie dressed up and served, carefully wore the ornaments on his body one by one, and held the scepter in his hand, Zhang Qilin found that Wu Xie was born with a sacrifice, his speech and demeanor, his temperament from the inside out, everything about him was like a treasure, exuding a soft golden light, even if it was just standing next to him, the soul would be redeemed.

Zhang Qilin looked at Wu Xie directly, and his eyes did not hide the aggressiveness at all, it was a kind of blind worship, blind love, as long as it was Wu Xie, as long as it was a part of Wu Xie, it was estimated that even if it was a commotion, Zhang Qilin could be refrigerated in the refrigerator like a treasure.

Zhang Qilin wanted to get everything from Wu Xie, Wu Xie's love, Wu Xie's laughter, even Wu Xie's sad tears. It's just that such an existence that almost stands on the top cares about himself as a little person? Wu Xie loves me, right? At least not annoying. Zhang Qilin thought of it, and laughed stupidly, laughing so white and sweet, he didn't notice at all that a conspiracy was quietly coming, and it was taking advantage of his love for Wu Xie. So much so that later, it almost caused Wu Xie to blacken and destroy the world civilization, but this is all a later story.

"Let's go." Wu Xie looked at Zhang Qilin with a smile.

Zhang Qilin stood aside, looking at the path leading to the altar and the crowd on both sides, inexplicably a little excited and a little nervous: "How do I go, what rules?" Do I need to dress up? ”

Wu Xie gently sorted out Zhang Qilin's appearance, patted him on the shoulder, and followed me half a step away, just follow me.

Zhang Qilin nodded.

"Don't be nervous, just do as usual, when you get to the altar, you just need to sit down closest to me." Wu Xie admonished.

The Zhang family has not been so formal as today for a long time, and usually the New Year's festival is worn with black glasses like a dancing god, and the mouth is broken and reciting inaudible spells, praying for the Zhang family at the beginning of the year. It was so grand like this time, it was really the first time since the record, people from all walks of life had arrived, they looked at Wu Xie who had single-handedly shaped the inverted dou world into today's spectacular appearance in the past ten years, and there was an indescribable pride and ambition in their hearts, and some families even had the idea of marrying the Wu family, but they were all dissolved by Wu Xie lightly.

Zhang Qilin followed Wu Xie half a step behind, not daring to walk a little more, and being afraid of being left behind by Wu Xie a little less, trembling and stiffening as if a machine without engine oil. In addition to Wu Xie, who has attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people, it is Zhang Qilin, usually even if it is an ordinary sacrifice, most of the people who follow the sacrifice are beautiful girls, their age is generally not more than sixteen years old, they will hold a holy vessel, accompanied by the sacrificial chanting incantation, the holy vessel refracts the silver light in the sun, purifying the turbidity between heaven and earth, but this time Wu Xie is next to a young man who is who, what is he doing? For a time, Zhang Qilin became the focus of the field.

However, people ignored the holy vessels that Wu Xie wore on his body, and they still shone with a silver light, even more dazzling than the usual light.