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Stay away.

Lin Zihuai noticed that this strange man with long golden hair was wearing a wide robe with gold trim, and the heavy hem hung down to his feet, so he couldn't see what he was wearing inside. From the slender fingers gently pressing on Mr. Zhao's shoulders, it can be seen that he is very thin.

Foreigner? Lin Zihuai was a little uncertain.

Lin Zihuai knew that for some reason, people from the Zhao family and other families could not marry foreigners. Although Mr. Zhao had three-dimensional facial features, he did not have mixed-blood features.

At this time, Mr. Zhao slowly tilted the wine glass, and the golden champagne soaked the lips of the blond man.

After sipping the wine, the blond man turned his face and looked at Lin Zihuai.

Just like the finger that touched Mr. Zhao's cheek from his shoulder, the skin everywhere exuded a faint glow. Compared with the hard outlines of Westerners in the general impression, his facial features seemed to be kissed by the gods of light to soften the lines, and the beautiful and delicate luster made him have a beauty that blurred gender.

——A beautiful man, Lin Zihuai thought. If someone like Lin Zihuai could describe a man as beautiful, then this man must be extremely beautiful.

Maybe this is why Mr. Zhao doesn't look like a mixed-race child?

However... Lin Zihuai was not very comfortable. He always felt that this man's actions were too intimate... Father and son? Only an ignorant mother would dote on her young son like this.

His actions of stroking her cheek clearly showed an unquestionable possessiveness, and he was too young, not like a father at all.

These two people stood and sat, as if there was light falling down to polish this scene into a painting, as if they had just descended from the same world, and it was difficult for him, an outsider, to join.

Lin Zihuai sneered in his heart. Who knows if the word "dad" is the same as "kneel down", is it a light joke from Mr. Zhao's mouth, the so-called upper-class... interest.

He was not going to stay any longer, so he said, "I have found my son's mother. Sorry, can I leave for a while?"

Even if he wanted to leave, he still habitually left interesting points in his words. He did not say his wife, but used the awkward term "son's mother". He seemed to inadvertently enrich his image in this way - he was a man with a story.

Mr. Zhao did not comment.

In the corner of his eye when Lin Zihuai stood up, he saw the blond man suddenly looking at the entrance of the hall.

There, Zhao Yanjia, wearing a black dress, was accepting a man's invitation to dance.

Zhao Yanjia happily accepted it, and they slid into the dance floor and danced, her skirt like a blooming black rose.

"...She is the mother?" Soft words drifted in this small corner.

Lin Zihuai was about to answer the blond man, and a sense of crisis like death suddenly exploded. He could not describe the feeling. More than 20 years ago, when Zhao Xingyi braked the car to only one centimeter away from him, he was not suffocated like now.

After a long time, the pair of gentle blue eyes in his sight blinked gently.

Lin Zihuai was surprised to find that the blue eyes were filled with jealousy.

This person was jealous of the person dancing with Zhao Yanjia? !

And such jealousy disappeared very quickly after a frown from Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao retracted his hand raised in the air, and then the blond man leaned down nervously, rubbing his cheek against the back of Mr. Zhao's hand like comforting a child.

"Yeah." Mr. Zhao answered casually, and he didn't know who he was answering.

In short, Lin Zihuai could feel the blond man's eyes lingering on him and Zhao Yanjia as he walked away.

Lin Zihuai didn't care about him. He broke away from the inexplicable atmosphere in the corner. Anyway, he had already thought about what to do after seeing Zhao Yanjia. He could offer his hand when she changed dance partners.

Getting closer and closer.

At this time, his mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

He quickly glanced at the caller ID and stopped.

[Lin Xingtao]

He had received a similar call in July last year, but he did not answer it. It was not until later that he found out that the call was actually from someone at the Psychic Base, and that his own son was now the emperor in another world.

This time he quickly answered the call, and before he could say "Hello", he heard Lin Xingtao's voice: "You will never find your son."

"You will never find your son."

He slowly turned his head following the voice.

...Their eyes met.

Mr. Zhao held the phone in one hand, tilted his head slightly, and threw the wine glass on the ground with the other hand.

"Bang——"

A crisp sound, just like the "Dou" he heard when he put the wine glass on the table before.

A signal, some power flew away rapidly with the flow of champagne.

Lin Zihuai saw Mr. Zhao's face again, and this time he felt dizzy.

He couldn't believe that he had forgotten his son's face, the handsome face that mixed all the advantages of Zhao Yanjia and Lin Zihuai, the face that was spread all over the Internet. Now this face has lost the frivolous yet elegant smile of Mr. Zhao, and has become unpredictable.

[Why didn't you call your son? ]

You see, I called myself, but don't think it was your son's call.

- Come here. Lin Xingtao said, commanding.

Lin Zihuai began to retreat, and the laughter in the hall and the small hall faded away together. He had never felt that Lin Xingtao's face would give people such a terrifying feeling.

He remembered Lin Xingtao's identity in other worlds: emperor, immortal...

He suddenly remembered the purpose of his coming here: he actually wanted to benefit from such an existence.

Why was he so audacious?

The scenery around him suddenly retreated quickly.

He felt cold fingers strangling his throat, and in an instant he was pulled back to the sofa by the neck.

Anger seeped out from the slender knuckles, and the great malice directly crushed Lin Zihuai's intention to struggle.

The blond man strangled his throat and threw him at his feet.

The broken glass of the wine glass was only a millimeter away from his eyeballs, and the flashing champagne-colored light was broken bit by bit. Enduring the severe pain, he struggled to peek at Lin Xingtao's face in it.

He saw that the handsome face gradually changed his expression, which was a very small change. The watch on his wrist was reflected in the slowly extinguished screen of the mobile phone, illuminating the coldness in his eyes.

"You really want me, your biological father, to kneel before you?" Lin Zihuai tried to get rid of the humiliating situation. "A man kneels before the heaven, the earth, and his parents. What are you doing?"

Lin Xingtao's leather shoes were placed not far from Lin Zihuai's head. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "I am the heaven."

Everything in the world, if you really want to say it, can kneel before him. Of course, Lin Xingtao didn't want to do this.

There are no more than a hundred people in China who know that Lin Xingtao is the way of heaven. The news on the Yangtze River has not spread, and everyone doesn't even know that Lin Xingtao has returned.

After a while, Lin Zihuai heard Lin Xingtao say, "Dad, let him go."

Lin Zihuai almost thought that this was his son calling him, and with this voice he was no longer suppressed by some kind of force. He felt lighter all over, and his suit was soaked with sweat, but he felt a deeper humiliation than kneeling and lying in front of him-his biological son called another man dad in front of him!

He stood up awkwardly, and the words he wanted to say were stuck.

Because he saw the blond man taking off his robe.

Under the robe was a bright red dress that outlined a flawless figure.

The hem of the robe passed over the white feet that were wrapped by the thin straps of the high heels.

He was first confused: Is this person a man or a woman? How can someone be both a beautiful man who radiates light and a peerless beauty who can turn everyone upside down?

Then he suddenly realized and was horrified.

——It turned out that the object of jealousy in the blue eyes before was not Zhao Yanjia's male companion, but Zhao Yanjia herself.

Watching the red figure slowly walking towards Zhao Yanjia, Lin Zihuai's mind was mixed with various thoughts.

It was not until Lin Xingtao spoke that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Where is the surprise you are talking about?"

——

Lin Xingtao knew that Gaspard was dead, and he was ready to reunite with him in the future.

So before he truly condensed the laws of the world, he had no intention of seeing Gaspard again.

It's just... he thought of him while eating the shrimp peeled by his mother.

Chinese New Year, family reunion.

Dragon King Ji Shun has never celebrated the New Year of humans, but has Gaspard celebrated it? Gaspard is also a family member.

He finally made him temporarily appear in front of him. ∞SiTu∞Net∞Document∞Sharing∞and∞Online∞Reading∞

This is not resurrection, and now Gaspard is even vaguely stuck in the time when his spirit was affected by the evil god.

When he showed hostility to his mother, Lin Xingtao subconsciously frowned.

And when her cheek touched the back of his hand, the slight coldness reminded Lin Xingtao of the time when his wife cried.

[She raised her head, and there were clear tears in her blue eyes.

"Let mom love you, baby." The lady cried. ]

Staring at those blue eyes, Lin Xingtao did not stop his wish to see his mother after all.

For a long time, he actually didn't know how to accept Gaspard's distorted love.

Neither will this love be distorted any further, nor will it hurt anyone's heart, but in the end, it's just that the parents are making compromises for their children.

In this comparison, Lin Zihuai is as disgusting as hazardous waste.

"You can't give surprises, and your promises are always a joke." Lin Xingtao looked at Lin Zihuai and said.

Lin Zihuai hesitated, and then said: "You may not believe it, but I come with sincerity to ask you to forgive me..."

Lin Xingtao had no interest in chatting with Lin Zihuai. He looked at the time and found that it was almost time for Ji Shun to come back.

So he bowed his head slightly and said to Lin Zihuai: "You don't need to ask for anyone's forgiveness. Now I have an idea."

"Since you don't have a surprise, I'll give you a surprise."

"Go to another world, kill the self who is about to abandon his wife and children, replace him, and then stay away from me and my mother, don't make her sad."

"There is the wealth and honor you want, and the rebirth you want."

"After you get everything, you can give everything to your mother, how about it?"

——

The connection between Lin Xingtao and Han Jianping is not completely severed. As a god created by Lin Xingtao, Han Jianping's actions when performing the main god mission are Lin Xingtao's window to understand another world.

For example, the time after Han Jianping's crossing is not right, at least earlier than when Zhao Lue got on Wang Xichen's car-this means that the time points of other people's crossing before are different.

As a "reincarnation", or as a physical body that is different from Wen Qin's consciousness crossing, Han Jianping's first task is to kill himself in the parallel world.

[Task Reward: Officially become a member of the main god team. Mission failure: Eliminate]

The author has something to say: You can't imagine it, this is a wonderful Shura field that can be owned even without CP.

Father to father, mother to mother.

Chapter 229 Resurrection of Spiritual Energy (Part 49)

More than an hour after Ye Feiyu arrived, the relevant personnel present had basically prepared to meet with the alien visitors.

When Wang Xichen called Lin Xingtao to put the things on the sofa, Ye Feiyu couldn't help asking: "What did you give? I couldn't think of anything to give, so I gave a pair of shoes."

Wang Xueqing said: "Didn't your family tell you that Lin Xingtao doesn't actually need a gift, just give it to Aunt Zhao. I gave some jade."

Wang Xichen pursed his lips: "I gave some food." Without waiting for others to be surprised, he asked Ye Feiyu: "How long will it take?"

[Countdown: 13 minutes. ]

There were only a dozen minutes left, so the dance floor gradually quieted down, waiting for the last round of dance to be finished and cleared