After the global recovery, I traveled through

Sun, many people have forgotten this. "

"I always remember that what he should have had was clearly beyond the reach of ordinary people... He should not be the kind of poor guy who has to bow to others after hitting someone who should be hit."

"I came to Nan University to study on impulse, but found that Lin Xingtao was just an ordinary person who knew nothing. I felt that my actions were not worth it."

That Lin Xingtao was not worth Wang Xichen leaving Yanjing at all.

Wang Xichen was a little drunk and said to Ye Feiyu, who was still in a trance: "He left, let's go too. ”

Once upon a time, when Wang Xichen still wanted to flaunt himself as the young master of the Wang family, Lin Xingtao was no longer proud and happy about his identity as a member of the Zhao family.

Being the grandson of the old man of the Zhao family is a great honor and dignity in the eyes of outsiders, but for Lin Xingtao now, it is dispensable.

The emperor, the immortal... who can't compare to him.

Compared to the God who controls the world, the identity of a young master of a noble family is not good enough.

Lin Xingtao does not need the luster of his family background.

Those who are amazed that a great man has come to Baixiang Street They will never know that what they are amazed at is actually insignificant.

——

Han Jianping was taken away by the people from Shuangqing Psychic Base.

He lost all his power, but he barely maintained the momentum and state of mind brought by the short-term power.

He frowned, and his not-so-bright brain struggled to think about how to escape from the hands of this group of awakened people.

Suddenly, he felt his mother calling.

"Jianping, Jianping, come to mom~ Mom will let you live a superior life, and mom will make you young and powerful."

He looked around in horror.

His mother's call seemed to come from another world.

Even that voice was not the voice of an old woman, but the voice of a young woman who was soft and attractive.

Gradually, he felt dizzy and his body felt pulled and torn.

But his mother's voice suddenly became sharp: "Which bitch is obstructing me!!! "

After a long time, his eyes finally lit up.

He found that many people were lying around him, all unconscious.

Before he could see clearly, a childish voice sounded close to him.

"Yes, you are the one with the best quality among the newcomers this time."

The author has something to say: Wang Xichen was a little drunk, and said to Ye Feiyu who was still in a trance: "He left, let's go too."

Ye Feiyu: "Shall we go to the best anorectal hospital in Shuangqing? "

The beginning is a Cthulhu-style description, and the last sentence pays tribute to "Infinite Horror".

Han Jianping went to the world of Zhao Lue's containment.

Chapter 222 Resurrection of Spiritual Energy (Part 42)

The Zhao family drove a private plane to pick up Lin Xingtao and take him home.

Lin Xingtao held up a wine glass and walked into the rest cabin under the waiter's bow.

The interior of the plane is completely a mobile palace. I think the designer has spent a lot of effort to meet the demanding requirements of the rich. Everything that can satisfy the psychological and physiological needs of the rich is available, whether it is a luxurious sofa, a transparent wine cabinet, a geometric vase or an exquisite hanging clock. Customized carpets and stickers are hard to come by, and even the knives and forks on the table are luxury brands.

"This wine is called Shao Hongchen, produced by our own winery. "The person who spoke had a deep and rich voice.

The man in a suit changed his position on the sofa, making a slight rustling sound in the quiet and private cabin.

He also held a wine glass in his hand, and the red wine shone slightly in the soft light of gold and red.

"The winery is in France. Come and sign the documents. It will belong to you in the future."

The share documents about the winery were placed on the table.

Very straightforward, straight to the point.

Lin Xingtao didn't waste any words, and sat directly opposite the man and signed.

"Gaspard Winery." The man read out the name Lin Xingtao gave to the winery, "Cheers."

"Ding. "The two glasses collided, and the wine shook out intoxicating waves.

Power, wealth, all in the glasses.

Everyone wanted to drink a glass.

Lin Xingtao drank a glass and smiled.

The man opposite also smiled.

Although Lin Xingtao would not care about such a small thing, they could not take it for granted that they did not care.

"Don't you call me?"

So Lin Xingtao shouted: "Uncle. "

The man's smile was filled with genuine relief.

Lin Xingtao's uncle is Zhao Xingyi, the younger brother of Lin Xingtao's mother and the youngest child of Lin Xingtao's grandfather. He is only in his thirties this year, which is the time when a man is most mature and charming.

He smiled kindly at Lin Xingtao now, but he was not like this at ordinary times.

No one in the business world would want to see him smile like this.

His wrist and the smile on his face are completely opposite, amazingly cold and resolute.

The temperament brought by the mixture of family background, means, etc. actually exceeds his outstanding appearance. If he wants, he can make a stranger completely shocked by his momentum and completely forget what he looks like.

Not relying on Taoism, not relying on external things, simple temperament.

Of course, this will not affect Lin Xingtao, and Zhao Xingyi did not treat Lin Xingtao like outsiders.

"Is this the friend you want to bring home?" Zhao Xingyi looked at Ji Shun who was standing next to Lin Xingtao, "I said it was the Dragon King, but your mother insisted that it was a little girl."

Ji Shun stood quietly, and after Lin Xingtao cast a look at him, he disappeared from the spot.

The roar of a dragon suddenly sounded outside the plane.

The silver-white dragon scales gently rubbed against the window string, and the vertical pupil of the Dragon King flashed by.

The plane did not tremble at all and flew steadily.

And the golden thread connecting the way of God and the way of heaven slowly dropped in a place that mortals could not see.

Only people in the spiritual energy bases in various places could feel that the envisioned national spiritual energy logistics network was taking shape bit by bit.

"It is the early morning of February 10th, and New Year's Eve is February 11th. There is no need to go back so quickly." Lin Xingtao lay on the chair and took out his mobile phone, "Let the plane fly to all parts of the country on the 10th to open up all the logistics networks."

Zhao Xingyi would naturally not object.

He nodded and closed his eyes to rest opposite Lin Xingtao.

His body had actually been in a state of excessive fatigue since he shot the two arrows. Now that he had received his nephew, he could rest for a while.

——

Zhao Xingyi didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, he couldn't take his eyes off the scene in front of him.

The white dragon returned to the cabin, its head leaning against Lin Xingtao's side, and part of its shrunken body curled up and part stretched out in the aisle.

His nephew sat on the red sofa, with one leg up, carelessly stroking a dragon horn that was against his palm.

This was a picture that was enough to be painted and passed down.

Zhao Xingyi thought that he had been to parties that only young men with top family backgrounds would attend, and he was one of them when he was young. They came in groups of two or three, with precious pets lying under their feet. The liveliness of the teenagers complemented their status, and more than one mountain of family background behind them made them arrogant and proud. Can you imagine that a leopard with a strong body and can show its ferocious appearance at any time can only obediently wag its tail and lean at the feet of a foreign noble descendant. It's not that leopards are naturally docile, but the trainer has repeatedly whipped the rule of not harming the owner into the soft fur. The noble descendant smiled shyly in the face of others' amazement and said, "No, it's not that easy to tame. I heard from my uncle that this one is already the fourth generation. Look, Caesar IV." As for what happened to the unruly first three generations, that is something that the person who provided the leopard to the young master should consider with great pain.

Zhao Xingyi didn't know whether Bai Long was submissive or simply close, but in his eyes, his nephew - he himself might not realize it - accidentally - made a bridle for the white dragon in a more sophisticated way, and the white dragon put his head into the rope himself.

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The Way of Heaven and the gods who pursue the Way of Heaven... Only when you see the white dragon with your own eyes can you have a little concept of the so-called Way of Heaven.

The belated mellow smell of red wine surged in Zhao Xingyi's chest.

This smell brought him back to the banquet more than ten years ago.

It was also a festive day, and the family held a banquet and invited many people. The woman wearing a hat suddenly walked in holding her child.

No one stopped her, but she wanted to stop herself.

She finally walked to the corner.

Gradually, some people came up to say hello. Zhao Xingyi knew what these people were thinking. It was nothing more than that the young lady of the Zhao family could not really live outside with her child. She would always come back, such as today.

Zhao Xingyi, who was only in his early twenties at the time, wore a subtle smile towards his sister, holding a glass of wine and waiting for her to go to her parents.

From under his hat, like other people who are good at observing people's expressions, Zhao Xingyi easily saw his sister's panic and confusion.

A group of children ran happily in front of her.

Her hand on her child's shoulder trembled slightly.

Zhao Xingyi thought, she must have suddenly woken up that she had taken away what her child should have. Her child should have been surrounded by those children, praised and loved by countless elders, and wealth and other things should be as easy to get as candy.

In the past few years, she may not be unaware, but just unwilling to admit it, just indulging in the illusion that she worked very hard.

Only by forcing herself to return to such a scene can one realize the gap - I think that during the years when my sister left home, she was too far away from the upper class, so far away that she had forgotten the environment she grew up in, and was like those ordinary people who had never experienced it.

She lowered her head and said something to the child.

Zhao Xingyi was a little bored waiting, so he snatched a candy from a child and walked towards his sister and nephew, ignoring the child's shout of "This is the last one".

As he walked, he examined the candy he had grabbed: it seemed to be a limited edition product that won an award at an international chocolate festival.

Then his eyes blurred.

He saw his sister suddenly pick up the child and then hurriedly leave with the child.

Zhao Xingyi frowned and stopped.

He saw Lin Xingtao, who was still young at the time, look back blankly.

Those eyes, who didn't know whose eyes they were, reflected all the extravagance, talk and laughter.

The child was still young and had not yet realized what he saw.

He will forget the meaning of what he saw as he grows up, but those things will not disappear because of his forgetfulness.

——They form barriers that cannot be ignored, just like the crowd his mother hurried through, blocking his way to the center of the banquet bit by bit.

In the distant future, when he works nine to five or even overtime every day for a little insignificant salary, I hope he will not think of everything he missed today.

"...Who is he?" asked the child whose candy was robbed.

Zhao Xingyi threw the candy back to the child, with a cruel smile that was not yet concealed in his youth: "Wang's kid, he has nothing to do with you."

He looked at the place where the elders of the Wang family and his own elders were, and they were talking about something.

In fact, it was good. After the news of the comet came, the Zhao family was not so peaceful.

Maybe my parents saw this, and knowing my sister's stubborn character, they really let my sister go outside.

The child was named Lin Xingtao, and the word "Xing" in the middle was agreed upon by me and my sister. If her child takes another man's surname in the future, then the word "Xing" will be added to the name.

The boy suddenly said: "My dad just