There are people in the pavilion!

Luo Ying slashed me behind me and blocked me in front of me. Well, there's still a bit of righteousness. But he forgot, he is transparent.

Through the transparent luoying, I saw a man rising from a round table placed in the center of the pavilion and welcoming us.

"Boom!boom!" At the same time, there were a few more people around me. No one can be seen, only gasps of varying lengths are heard. I know, it's my brother who came in. Left, left, right, right, sandwiched me in the middle.

The man stood up, very tall, with a clear appearance, gray hair, long eyebrows and sideburns, and a green cloth shirt, quite the color of wind and dust. A pair of slender and beautiful eyes, as far as the eye can see, the wind and lightning flash, making people tremble for a while, not knowing whether it is hot or cold.

His eyes fell on me. My eyes fell on the round table behind him—it was all food.

Forgetting his words, he rushed over and stood between us and the man: "This is the chief of my clan, and I can't talk about it." The tone was respectful and reverent, "Why don't you take off your invisibility cloak, and I'll introduce them one by one." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, four handsome and beautiful people appeared beside me, like four green aspen trees born out of thin air, which were unexpectedly beautiful, illuminating the entire pavilion magnificently.

I cheered in my heart. Can't help but love it. Does Bloodline?Human?Matter?

I forgot to introduce us one by one to the patriarch called "Talk". The patriarch's eyes stayed on everyone's face for a moment, nodding slightly, but not speaking. I was at the end of the line, and for some reason, my palms gradually became sweaty, as if I had held a small thorn ball, gently pricking me, and I was panicked.

"This is the Beauty, the man we are looking for under the stars. "Finally it was my turn. There was a faint echo in the voice of the forgotten words, as if it was speaking through a canyon.

Sure enough, it was across a canyon. The voice of forgetting words suddenly stretched so far away, and the whole person became a dizzy background. It was as if I myself had become a painting, framed by the eyes of the patriarch called "Talk", in a small space that was bright and well-bounded, and the whole world was blurred except for staring at him in a daze.

He looked at the painting in front of him, like all those who don't know how to pretend to understand, his eyes were full of confusion. But he refused to give up, not even blinking his eyes, his eyes were like a paintbrush dipped in water, patiently, washing off the coating of the picture over and over again - finally, the fake disappeared and the real thing appeared.

It was as if someone was behind his eyes, "Bang!" and two small torches were lit, and the magic appeared, and the bright light made his face no longer an unknown cave, but a steaming stove, and the heat coaxed my face, and my hands and feet were cold.

"You are—Meiyi. His voice was nowhere near as chilling as his face. Surprisingly mild. But why do I feel like I've heard it somewhere? I must have heard that.

"Meiyi—so big......" he said, reaching over and touching my head. The movement was natural and skillful, as if it had touched my head a thousand times.

My brother reached out and gently pulled me. His hand was empty. He didn't care, smiled, and turned to beckon everyone to take their seats. The posture is chic and elegant.

The elder brother bowed his head slightly and said: "I didn't expect that there would be such a miracle and such a character in this world, and my eyes were opened." The patriarch should know that we ......"

"You're Blood, of course I do. The patriarch was stunned, but his tone was smiling: "So what, we are still human beings! Thousands of years ago, we were not a family! Today, sitting at a table and drinking on our knees, we are friends who treat each other politely; tomorrow the blood will be splashed on the battlefield, and you will live or die, then you will have your destiny! What is there to worry about! In short, I am sure that at this moment, even if you are hungry, you will not rush over and bite my neck, nor will I scream and pounce on a group of people, tie up a few of you, and throw them into the sun, in order to vent the hatred of the human being who are forced to sacrifice their firstborn children!"

"What a big breath!" Luo Ying said angrily.

"How are you doing?" the patriarch was unceremonious, his tone was leisurely, but his eyes were cold.

"Luo Yingjun, don't forget that we have a mission in our bodies, not here to do this. The patriarch is bold and hospitable, so we are more respectful than obedient. The elder brother said as he took his seat with his fists clenched.

I was so busy that I sat down with my brother, staring at the table and not taking my eyes off the food.

"Out of breath!" Luo Ying disdained.

"Be careful. Huahai reminded in a low voice.

Jicheng was the most righteous, didn't say anything, sat next to me, and swallowed his saliva "Goodong".

The patriarch suddenly swept his eyes over Luo Ying, and muttered, "How do I think you have a shadow of an old acquaintance?"

"Is it close?" Luo Ying said proudly.

The patriarch didn't answer, looked at Luo Ying for a moment, and then turned his head away from the topic.

Forget words and Kazama also sat down one after another. Two dragons, one holding a pillar, wrapped around it. Red and blue with beige are very pleasing to the eye.

The elder brother picked up the food specially prepared for them, took a sip, put down the cup, and saluted the patriarch: "I really have a heart." Thank you. ”

I sat in this elegant pavilion, the cool breeze in the canyon blew, with the slight fishy vapor of the deep pool, rolled up the beige curtain, the hair of the sea painting around me fluttered, and smiled at me between words. I wish it was like this, sitting here, old and old.

“...... I'm afraid it will be difficult to answer!" Suddenly, my brother raised his voice, but he didn't hear what he said clearly, only these four words.

My brother said as he winked at us and pulled me to get up.

I was ignorant of the food in my mouthful, not knowing what my brother was going to do.

The patriarch sat on his seat, not moving, his eyes were like electricity, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face was mixed with a strange and unsettling confidence: "Okay, you can take you out of this pavilion immediately, you have to remember that this is not underground, but the world, the endless sunshine and the alien races with their own thoughts are waiting for you outside." Your task is not an easy task, and you can be sure that you will accomplish it in the same way, then—good luck to you. ”

The elder brother stood up, bowed his head and said nothing, and suddenly looked up and asked, "Is it because of Meiyi?"

"For her, of course. If it's not for her, who has the kung fu to care about your life or death!" said the patriarch coldly.

I glanced at the Forgetfulness standing beside the patriarch, who was looking at me earnestly, and the cruelty and pity in his eyes flashed alternately.

"What are you going to do for me?" I asked the patriarch, but I looked at my brother with a bad heart.

"The patriarch insisted that they go with us to fetch their things, and said...... It's to protect you......" Jicheng explained in a low voice on the side.

"Yes, it's all just for the sake of good intentions. I know what you're thinking, but you're afraid that we're coveting what you're going to take. You can rest assured that we are not interested in what you take, and the only thing we care about is the good will. The patriarch's voice softened slightly.

"That's not what you meant when you were under the starlight. The elder brother looked at him and asked him calmly.

"I did mention that there are five things in this world that are essential to the revival of humanity and that we do have to seek, but can you believe that they are just 'finding', not 'possessing,' and we can't 'possess' them at all. In the end, I don't count who they belong to, I don't count what you say—God has his own arrangement. Forgot to say and replied calmly.

"Meiyi is our sister, we will protect her thoroughly, why do you need an outsider to interfere!" said Huahai, for some reason, the voice sounded cold and fragrant, thin and crispy.

"Sister, she's only been your sister for sixteen years, do you know how many years we've been waiting for her—five thousand years! Five thousand years, is it a long time?" the patriarch lowered his voice, and there was a deep tenacity, even if he had teeth in his ears, it was difficult to bite the precipitated meaning of his words.

The whole world fell silent. There was a restless silence that hung in the air only a curtain away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

"Our family is the oldest in the world, known for its piety and bravery. The Messenger of God once told our ancestors a prophecy that was not written down on paper, but passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation by the patriarch of the family as an ancestral teaching. The patriarch slowly opened his mouth, his tone full of pride with a sense of proportion.

"Because of this prophecy, generation after generation, we have looked up to the stars night after night, chasing the brightest star that shines blue in the middle of the sky after dark. It was not difficult to find the star, but after years, the star had been dim and silent, and it had not even moved its bearing. We waited, waited, and when we looked back, we found that five thousand years had passed. The patriarch sighed, and his eyes suddenly hit my face, and the clouds and sunny took over, and they were uncertain.

"What is your family's prophecy, can you tell me?" Luo Ying asked suddenly, not like his usual lazy and ridiculous tone.

"What's the matter with telling you, 'Find that star, wait for it to bloom brightly, illuminate the whole night sky, find the person under the star, help him, and protect him for the rest of his life'......" The patriarch's voice was steady and clear, and every word seemed to be a blooming lotus flower, but there was a heavy mud lotus root falling underneath.

As he spoke, his eyes no longer looked at anyone else, but at me. I don't know if I was mistaken, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a shroud, and the eyeballs behind the hood were magnified, making his very serious eyes amuseful and pitiful. It's like a dog in a picture book that my brother showed me.

I couldn't help but laugh. Laughed in such a solemn, suffering, heavy situation. Because he really looks like a dog. Thinking about this made me laugh even harder.

"You, what are you laughing at. The patriarch said with interest. Instead of asking. His focus is on "laughing" rather than "why".

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. "He continued to encourage me.

Jicheng coughed lightly.

"You just looked- like a dog. "My heart is crossed.

Actually, I like dogs.

But it didn't work. He was still offended.

He shut up and paced up to me. In the blink of an eye, the water cover broke, seeping down the bottom of the eye socket. He was no longer like a dog, he became a beast. A fierce beast that can't help but show a trace of compassion in his eyes because his strength is too different.

My brother was close to me. Forget leaned between the patriarch and me, whispering to explain something.

The patriarch looked up to the sky and laughed, and the laughter shook the two dragons off their pillars.

The laughter stopped, and the words were joyful: "It's her!