After the global recovery, I traveled through

The Yangtze River cannot be called Heilongjiang, this is Bailongjiang hahaha! "

Ji Shun looked at the smile at the corner of Lin Xingtao's mouth.

Lin Xingtao probably liked this kind of atmosphere. Perhaps what he wanted was not to be aloof as the Dao of Heaven.

Even if he becomes a god, Lin Xingtao is always willing to have human emotions. There is no conflict between the two.

Ji Shun vaguely felt that he understood Lin Xingtao better, and suddenly understood why the last hurdle on Lin Xingtao's path to heaven was the human barrier.

At this time, Ji Shun suddenly said: "It's not cold."

In the distance, people who thought that this mysterious, beautiful and aloof Dragon King would not answer their question "Will his feet be cold?" suddenly gasped.

Once upon a time in Dachu, Ji Shun was a house dragon. The floor of the Dragon Palace was smooth and slippery. He never wore shoes and would float in the air when he went out.

No dust or dirt can stain the Dragon King's skin.

"I'll go back right away, and there will be others, um... my friends in Dachu will go back with me, and we will definitely be able to catch up with New Year's Eve."

Lin Xingtao hung up the phone and looked down at Dragon King's bare feet in the snow.

"As the Romans do, I'll take you to buy some clothes that people here wear."

"Gods can also enjoy themselves with people." Naturally, so can the way of heaven.

Ji Shun followed the locals when he came to his hometown, but for Lin Xingtao, in the homeland where his soul settled down, his soul also settled down and relocated.

The author has something to say: Everyday life begins.

The next thing is probably: The young master who has been living abroad for twenty years returns to a wealthy family! He vowed to take back everything that belonged to him! [The grassroots prince's wealthy family returns strongly] [The top prince returns]

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Chapter 220 Resurrection of spiritual energy (forty)

Shuangqing, Hongyadong, Qiansimen Jialing River Bridge.

Starting at six o'clock in the evening, neon lights lit up this giant Tissot, and the rows of slanted zippers looked like harp strings.

The conversations and cheers of people on the bridge rub against the strings of the piano, creating a magnificent scenery unique to the mountain city of Shuangqing.

The evening breeze was blowing, with a hint of the fresh smell after snow, but not freezing.

"Because of the tasks posted on the app, many awakened people went to the Yangtze River. Many people came to Shuangqing as well."

"After the task ended, everyone came to the scenic spot, and the number of tourists suddenly increased, so Shuangqing sealed the bridge specifically for everyone to take photos."

"Haha, only a city like Shuangqing with many bridges can be so generous in closing bridges."

Such words came from a corner on the bridge.

That corner was particularly different because there were about a dozen people in green shirts standing there.

There are old and young, each holding a bamboo hat in his arms. A temperament different from ordinary people naturally distinguishes them.

Not to mention the long swords they wore beside them.

——They must be awakened ones, and they are all masters.

However, in the crowded crowd, no matter how powerful the awakened person is, he will inevitably get stepped on.

From time to time, eyes would quietly look at the two people between them.

Now that spiritual energy has been recovering for more than half a year, there are more and more independent people.

The person in the middle has particularly conspicuous long white hair.

Her long hair was simply disheveled, with only a small lock on one ear tucked behind her ear, slightly covering her dazzling eye color from the side.

Pale complexion, facial features that are so delicate that there is no fault in them.

The moonlight is his moonlight, and a heavy snowfall in China is also his frost.

He lowered his head with a slightly bleak expression, as if looking at the shoes on his feet.

He wore a pair of white leather shoes, white trousers, and probably a white suit on his upper body, but an off-white woolen shawl covered the top. Also because of this warm-toned shawl, his originally distant appearance became a bit more human-like and warm.

With his appearance, clothing, and temperament, anyone who sees the white-haired man will think that he may come from a long-established nobility that has accumulated over the years.

It's just that there are two, two, three, and four shopping bags hanging under the nobleman's outstretched shawl arm. He stood with the bag in hand, occasionally blinking, and then his glass-like eyes reflected the colorful lights of Hongya Cave opposite.

Suddenly, as if someone next to him asked him something, he turned his head and saw the figure of a hooded man in his eyes.

"Not hungry."

Then everyone's eyes moved to his side.

At this time, everyone felt a little strange.

Because if it hadn't been for the white-haired man's words, they probably wouldn't have noticed that there was an equally outstanding person beside him who didn't wear a green shirt.

He wore a gray coat with a hood, only revealing his graceful jawline under the hood.

Just by looking at the curve of his chin and his slender legs wrapped in black trousers, people can tell that he must be a handsome guy.

He should be taller than the white-haired man, but he is lower because he does not stand so straight and leans against the fence.

The people in green shirts were all talking around them.

Someone noticed carefully that when the hooded man said something, everyone else would just nod.

"How can you not eat hot pot when you come to Shuangqing?" Under the hood, a smile flashed across his lips, "Da Chu's food is really not that good. You are the first Dragon King to eat earth's delicacies. "

Ji Shun was slightly startled, thinking of the delicacies in Dachu... No, no, there is no delicacies in Dachu.

"The delicacies of the earth can also be exported to Dachu in the future." Ji Shun heard Lin Xingtao say this, and then saw him put his hand into the bag, fumbled for a while, and took out a hair tie.

This was given as a gift when I bought clothes in a specialty store. Even if it was just a small hair tie, it was a luxury brand that Ji Shun didn't know much about.

Of course, Ji Shun didn't care about the brand of the hair tie. He didn't even care that the hair tie was a very playful and girly pink and white color.

"Tie your hair up when eating hot pot."

Ji Shun took the hair tie and hooked it on his slightly curved little finger. This was the only free finger on his right hand. The other fingers were tightened by the strap of the shopping bag.

He doesn't think the bag is very heavy, what matters is the thoughts contained in the bag.

In addition to clothes, there were gifts in the bag. Some were bought by Lin Xingtao for himself, for him, and some for Lin Xingtao's mother.

Lin Xingtao's mother... Ji Shun looked into the distance when he first arrived. He was curious about what Lin Xingtao's mother looked like.

What kind of woman created a being like Lin Xingtao?

But he didn't see it, instead he saw Lin Xingtao's mother's brother - he could feel the blood connection, so he knew that the man in the suit was Lin Xingtao's uncle.

It was precisely because he saw the suit worn by Uncle Lin Xingtao that he bought a similar style when hesitating in a specialty store.

Ji Shun was suddenly at a loss as he suddenly returned to normalcy from the tense and fierce battle. With curiosity and worry that he knew nothing about the world, he had to adapt quickly. The only thing he was familiar with and could rely on was the Tiandao beside him who didn't know what he was laughing at.

He thought that he couldn't please Heaven, but hot pot could.

However, Lin Xingtao is not just happy to have hot pot. There are many things that make him happy. What makes him happy now is that the Zhao family is not the kind of ridiculous people in the city who are slapped in the face by grassroots male protagonists and the weather is cold. Family.

Lin Xingtao's grandfather's family is truly a well-established family.

No matter how ridiculous the nouveau riche is, as long as he has time, money and power will turn into quality and infiltrate people's bones and texture.

Rich people will receive the best education from the second generation onwards, even if the first generation is rude and uneducated.

Like Wang Xichen, he can show his contempt for others without scruples, or he can put on a noble and elegant mask, vividly showing the goodness that the young master of the Wang family has been soaked in from childhood to adulthood, from the inside out. training.

He was now standing on the right side of Lin Xingtao, and his expression did not have the indifference he had when he played basketball with Lin Xingtao, nor did he have the ill-will that came from the phone call. Perhaps he wanted to say something to Lin Xingtao, but there were too many people and he muffled it in his throat.

They were like classmates they hadn't seen for a long time, discussing which hot pot restaurant was the best.

The relationship between people should be like this. It is impossible to fight to the death over some trivial things to slap them in the face and step on them.

Speaking of which, Lin Xingtao is a man of heaven, and Wang Xichen is also an elite in China. Their relationship will never be limited to trivial personal grievances.

The reason why Lin Xingtao had such a harmonious relationship with Wang Xichen was that he knew who helped him when he had a fight in college.

At that time, he had some conflicts with people on the basketball team. Now that I think about it, it was really a trivial matter, but at the time, he rushed forward directly.

Amidst the screams and dissuasion, he was bruised on the cheek, but the three people opposite him were put down to the ground in unison.

That was not a trivial matter that could be resolved through self-examination, and the storm was calmed down with the help of Wang Xichen. _This_work_is_provided_online_read_by_si_tu_网_

Lin Xingtao didn't even write a review. Although it was not his fault, it was indeed him who made the first move.

To be honest, Lin Xingtao thought someone from his grandfather was helping him.

Now think about it, Wang Xichen's entry into Nannan University was not without Lin Xingtao's relationship.

After all, today's rich second generation are all studying abroad. Lin Xingtao's childhood ideal of being admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University is actually difficult to compare with when his parents donate a building abroad, not to mention that many rich second generations are really outstanding.

If Lin Xingtao had always been a child of the Zhao family, he should have become good friends with Wang Xichen——

Just like Zhao Lue seen in The Gate of Silver Keys.

Zhao Lue stepped into the car where Wang Xichen came to pick him up, and expressed his disgust mercilessly to the eyes peeping outside the car.

[Perhaps with the support of his family background, he mercilessly expressed his disgust at being spied on - even if he didn't know where the prying eyes came from. ]

At this point, Zhao Lue and Wang Xichen are clearly very similar.

"Don't you... hate the Zhao family?" Wang Xichen suddenly asked softly when others were paying attention to the fireworks above the Liberation Monument not far away.

Lin Xingtao raised his hood in a slight arc to watch the fireworks, and answered the question: "I like this atmosphere where everyone is watching the fireworks together."

The sun had just set, and the steel forest in Shuangqing was dyed with a faint layer of blue, while the sudden fireworks embellished the scattered high-rise buildings with bright orange.

The lights raise the fire, and the light moon sinks into the pearls.

The shore is golden.

With a roar, the awakened ones flew into the sky one after another, or jumped into the drifting warmth, or caught the brilliant sparks.

[Hello Shuangqing, hello world. ] These words on the big screen caused people to cheer.

"I love China!"

"I love the earth!"

"I love you all!"

"Hahaha--"

Someone actually said "I love Lin Xingtao", and Lin Xingtao swore he really heard it.

The sound was really heard in the sky, Lin Xingtao leaned on the railing and laughed.

He doesn't hate his grandpa's house.

Although he had resentment and dissatisfaction with the Zhao family because of his mother's generation.

But from the moment he saw Zhao Lue in the Silver Key Gate, he began to let go of his resentment.

Zhao Lue is a real noble son. Even the original children of the Zhao family did not receive as much love as him.

In that world, when it comes to the son of the Zhao family, no one would think that Zhao Lue should have the surname Lin.

His uncle even gave him a sports car that was so luxurious that he could not imagine it when he came of age.

There is a saying that Zhao Lue's toys when he was eighteen years old are the dreams that countless people want and dare not think about.

Zhao Lue's life is a huge dream. He got enough family affection in the Zhao family.

In this world, Lin Xingtao also knew that his grandfather prepared a national treasure for himself who might not wake up.

——Whether it is compensation for his daughter and grandson or something else, Lin Xingtao will no longer hate the old man who hugged his daughter and cried.

[They may have been estranged for many years