Little People of Cultivation

Bai Moran walked to the dining table expressionlessly, picked up a glass cup filled with grape juice, and took a sip of the liquid inside to suppress his shock.In the eyes of others, the very harmonious scene was already somewhat dazzling to Bai Moran. He wondered if he would damage his eyes if he watched too much.

To be honest, if that's the case, Bai Moran would rather wish that he didn't have this ability.Although such an idea is a bit virtual, she really doesn't want her eyes to be filled with such lines and clouds all the time.

"It would be great if this ability could be turned off." Bai Moran thought so.

The next moment, it was as if the eyes had been cleaned up, the messy threads and clouds disappeared, Bai Moran couldn't help but blinked his eyes to confirm that this was not his illusion, and said again in his heart, "The ability is activated."

The next moment, messy threads and clouds filled the banquet hall again.

Bai Moran couldn't help being speechless, what is this?Is what you want come true?

After a few times, Bai Moran confirmed that his ability was controllable.

He reached out and grabbed a pastry and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste showed that this pastry was top-notch in terms of materials and craftsmanship. He was inexplicably gratified, and Bai Moran was about to put those messy threads and clouds behind him. While enjoying the delicious food, Bai Moran found a person standing beside him, and turned around to find that it was Bai Ling.

"Seventh Young Master." Bai Moran greeted, looked at the huge solid cloud above his head, and then thought about his own speculation, as a small person, Bai Moran decided to build a good relationship with this Bai Family Seventh Young Master.

"You can just call me cousin." Bai Ling smiled proudly, his faintly superior attitude was perfectly expressed by him, but it was miraculously not annoying.

The corner of Bai Moran's mouth twitched. If his guess is correct, then is the identity of the protagonist's cousin good or bad?

Bai Moran couldn't help but think of so many novels he had read in his previous life. The cousin of the protagonist in the stallion novels was sad and happy, and the seven years of the protagonist in the inspirational novels seemed to be a stepping stone, and some had a happy ending.

The question then is which category do you belong to?

Thinking that Bai Ling got the golden finger because he said he could keep it, Bai Moran's mood became even more delicate.

"Cousin." Bai Moran showed a flattering smile, but Bai Ling accepted it well. He was always so confident that he didn't think anyone would refuse the opportunity to get closer to him. Bai Ling seemed to be sure about his future. I am sure that he will stand above everyone, and what he is doing now is what his father taught him, to be kind to others, and let them be used by him, and Bai Moran is one of his chosen team members.

After all, he came from the same family as himself, with a clean family background, a good heart, and a young age that is easy to train. If he ignores such a good candidate, Bai Ling will be sorry for the education he has received.

I don't know, Bai Moran, who was raised as a future younger brother, saw Bai Ling rushing to a place and waved, and immediately two beautiful girls of the same age came to Bai Ling, and one of them was Lin Qianqian.

"Cousin, thank you for reminding me this morning, otherwise I will be deceived by that Murong Xing." Lin Qianqian's eyes flashed a hint of ruthlessness, but her smile was still beautiful, even though the engagement between the two had been cancelled, Lin Qianqian Still unwilling to let the couple dare to deceive her, Lin Qianqian will have to pay the price.

For Bai Ling, there are relatives in the first place, it is understandable whether to remind or not to remind.But Bai Ling reminded him that he had to accept this favor.Therefore, Lin Qianqian was very intimate with Bai Ling.

"If you have nothing to do, why waste your time on such a person." Bai Ling said with a hint of disdain in his tone, "You have talent and opportunities, so don't spend your time on making yourself stronger, but waste your time on things like that. Don't you think it's ridiculous for someone who knows love?" For this proud little cousin who is like a real princess and only one month younger than him, Bai Ling is not stingy with words to give pointers.

Lin Qianqian rolled her eyes and nodded as if she had made up her mind, "I'll listen to my cousin and ignore them."

As soon as these words came out, Bai Moran saw that the two silk threads connected to Lin Qianqian, Murong Xing, and Murong Ling suddenly disconnected and disappeared. At the same time, the cloud above Lin Qianqian's head, which was about the same size as Bai Ya, grew bigger , also became more solidified.

Lin Qianqian turned her head to look at the girl who came with him but looked gentle and demure, and said. "Sister Xuanxuan, you should also think about it carefully. You and that Nangongfeng are just a marriage contract agreed by the elders verbally. They don't even have a token. It can be completely regarded as non-existent. Why do you still miss him?"

A gentle girl, Lin Xuanxuan, who was only 13 years old, had a look of confusion on her face. She still remembered the little boy who held her hand and said that he would marry her in the future. Beside Murong Ling, Nangong Feng who tried his best to make him happy, he was a little at a loss.

"Nangongfeng is easily deceived by beauty, and he can't see the true inner beauty, so he is not a good match." Bai Ling spoke softly, explaining that the cousin didn't want his sincerity to be trampled on ruthlessly, "The marriage contract is just the elder's decision." Just kidding, maybe the Nangong family didn't take it seriously."

Hearing this, Lin Xuanxuan was taken aback for a moment, then as if the doubts in her heart had been answered, she smiled with relief, "Maybe he has already forgotten the childhood playmate who accompanied him all summer, forget it, and treat him as a stranger from now on."

Then Moran saw that the thread between Lin Xuanxuan and Nangongfeng was broken, and the cloud above Lin Xuanxuan's head became thicker.

Bai Moran couldn't help looking at Bai Ling with a subtle mood, it seemed that it was because of this talent that everything changed, and looking at the thick and huge clouds above his head, Bai Moran accepted his fate.

This must be the protagonist.

Bai Moran felt envious, but at the same time felt a little bit of sympathy.

After all, no matter what kind of protagonist's fate, opportunities and dangers coexist.

Bai Moran's guess about those threads and clouds is that the clouds are a person's luck, and the size of the clouds represents the level and stability of a person's luck. One of the proofs is that the clouds are large and condensed. Real people are generally those who have been detected by the family as having high aptitude and the name of a genius, and the occasional color of the cloud represents the recent fortune. For example, a trace of red that appeared when Bai Ya was curious about that Murong Ling may represent When Bai Ya gave up this idea, the red color disappeared.And those silk threads are likely to be fate lines or causal lines. Connecting two people means that the fate of the two people will have communication, and there will be cause and effect.

But there is a saying that fate is impermanent, and fate can also be changed due to different choices of people. The proof is Lin Xuanxuan just now. Because of Lin Xuanxuan's different choices, the thread between them and those people was broken. Because of the change of fate, it also affects their luck.

But it seems that in front of the seventh young master of the Bai family who is particularly lucky, it will be easier to change his fate.At least the broken threads that Bai Moran saw were more or less related to the seventh young master of the Bai family.

He didn't want to be cannon fodder, or someone's stepping stone, even if he was a small person, Bai Moran still wanted to live a long time, so Bai Moran decided that from today on, he would firmly hug the thigh of the seventh young master of the Bai family.

At least in the novels that Bai Moran read in his previous life, the dog leg who was the protagonist seemed to live longer.

Bai Moran laughed at himself slightly, and gave himself a position that could alert him.

Bai Moran is even more sure of one thing, even if those traversers have a lot of golden fingers, if they are not recognized by the laws of this world, their luck will be unstable and can change according to the choices of the people they meet. And luck will not be very high