But that face was extremely familiar to him.
Sage Hermit, Xiu Kensde!
Ling Yu's brain buzzed, as if there were ten thousand bees circling around his ears.
He suddenly recalled that a few days ago, Ning Ruo complained to him about a red-haired punk who parked his car randomly.
He even joked that if the hair color was changed to blue, he would think that it was Hermit himself.
Ling Yu's eyes widened as he stared at the ball of red hair. His spirit was instantly crushed.
It was really Hermit?!
How could a sage who was conferred as a god by the World City become friends with Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen, two mortals with flesh bodies, and chat happily?
This was completely beyond Ling Yu's understanding.
The lifespan of 22 sages was too long.
A few decades of time for ordinary people was just a drop in the ocean for them.
"Sir Hermit!" Ling Yu was terrified to the extreme, his teeth were trembling, and he frantically kowtowed, "Sir Hermit, spare me, spare me!"
Xiu looked Ling Yu up and down, "Who are you?"
He really didn't have any influence on Ling Yu.
"006, I am 006!" Ling Yu's words were out of tune, and his body trembled even more, "Sir Hermit, I am responsible for maintaining the W network and NOK forum every Saturday!"
"006." Xiu nodded slightly, "What are those two people like, do they have this symbol on them?"
Fu Yunshen picked up the silver spoon to mix the wine, and lazily raised his head, "Don't ask, he doesn't know."
Xiu frowned, "That's true."
It was hidden so deeply, Ling Yu wasn't qualified to come into contact with it.
"Sir Hermit, I didn't do anything." Ling Yu panicked, "I really don't know the effect of that medicine, and I was inexplicably suspended by Sir Divine Fortune Teller and removed from my position!"
"Oh." Xiu heard this and sneered, "Then do you know that the young lady you wanted to touch is the Sir Divine Fortune Teller you were talking about?"
"She just removed you from your position, and you still want to get close to her?"
This sentence was like a clap of thunder exploding in Ling Yu's ears, exploding his mind into a blank.
Ling Yu's pupils contracted intensely, and his face was filled with disbelief. "M-Lord Hermit, w-what are you talking about?"
Ying Zijin was a fortune-teller?
But Divine Fortune Tellers also had an extremely long lifespan. How could it be a girl who hadn't even reached the age of twenty?
Ling Yu's thoughts were in a mess, but the timeline and the cause and effect became clear in an instant.
No wonder the Oracle had blocked his administrator account after he blocked the Ryan Family's account.
After that, his administrator status was removed again. It turned out that it was because he had saved Ying Zijin's photo.
If Ying Zijin was the Divine Fortune Teller, everything would make sense.
But their ages didn't match at all!
If he had known that Ying Zijin was a Divine Fortune Teller, he wouldn't have dared to have any ideas.
This was an ancestor-level figure.
Xiu suppressed his anger and directly kicked him: "Even I have to respect her. Who do you think you are?"
Ying Zijin had helped him a lot in the past.
Foreseeing the disaster in time gave him enough time to save the world's citizens along with Strength and Justice.
She had also saved their lives several times.
After all, a sage was not an immortal god. She was also fighting against nature, so she could get injured and get sick.
Xiu had always respected Ying Zijin.
Ling Yu completely collapsed: "I, I don't know … I don't know!"
He collapsed on the ground, and his clothes had been wet with cold sweat.
From the moment he had the idea of harming people, everything could not go back.
Xiu got up and coldly ordered the two Death Attendants next to him: "Lock him up."
The two Death Attendants complied and dragged Ling Yu down.
They let him howl hysterically and didn't give him any chance to struggle.
With absolute concealment, no one could find where Ling Yu was.
It was equivalent to him disappearing from the world.
The bar was empty, and only Fu Yunshen and Xiu were left.
Xiu slowly exhaled, his anger still not dissipating: "What kind of trash is this."
Fu Yunshen mixed a glass of wine, pushed it over, and lightly said: "You can't control everyone."
"Fortunately, I only have seven administrators, so it's easy to organize." Xiu sighed. He glanced at the man's handsome face and joked, "Brother Fu, I'm still wondering if you're also a sage."
Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids: "Huh?"
"When you smile, I feel a lot of pressure." Xiu took a sip of the cocktail to calm down. "Only the chariot can make me feel the same."
But Fu Yunshen had already entered the Sage Courtyard several times, and he had not recovered any memory or strength.
Xiu ruled out this possibility.
Fu Yunshen did not respond.
He lowered his head, swept his gaze, and saw the photo on the bar.
Fu Yunshen's hand paused, and his eyelashes drooped: "Little fate?"
"It's the wheel of fate. She's young." Xiu smiled. "So the other sages who have a good relationship with her call her that. Her title is four words, and her full name is more troublesome."
Speaking of this, Xiu suddenly became interested: "I'll show you my sister's painting collection."
He left like the wind and soon returned, holding a thick album in his hand.
It was full of pictures of the wheel of fate.
Xiu was a bit lonely: "When she left, the camera had not been invented yet."
They could only be left with pictures.
Later, he specially arranged them into photos to preserve.
Fu Yunshen chuckled: "Little fate."
He rubbed the photo with his hand, his expression indifferent.
"Let's go." After a while, he stood up: "There's still the banquet."
"Go go go." Xiu waved his hand: "I won't be a third wheel."
He watched the man leave, finished the cocktail in one gulp, and looked at the glass.
It was quite delicious.
Next time, he would ask how to make it.
Xiu put down the glass and put away the album.
The other side of the bar was empty.
Xiu: "…"
Where was the photo of his baby sister?!
**
The Ryan family's banquet continued.
Fifth Young Master waited for a long time, and finally Fu Yunshen came back.
He immediately pulled the man over and hurriedly pointed to a long line not far away. "Big brother, it's not good. Those people want to marry sister-in-law. How many football teams are your opponents?"
Fu Yunshen glanced at them indifferently and did not feel any sense of crisis. He said slowly: "I know someone. Except that he can't fight, he's quite like you."
"Can't fight?" Fifth Young Master was puzzled. "How is that similar?"
"They're all idiots."
"…"
Fifth Young Master felt wronged.
Since Ying Zijin came back, many big families had come to propose marriage.
Whether it was in appearance or ability, Ying Zijin was not bad.
Not to mention, she might be the next head of the Ryan family.
Su Wen was surrounded by dozens of influential people, but she was not flustered at all.
She asked the servants to serve tea and asked them to sit down.
Someone could not help but say: "Big Madam, just say something. Even if you want to marry into the family, it's okay."
"Yes, yes. Or we can set up an election and compete."
Voices of agreement rose and fell one after another.
"As for me, I just brought my daughter back not long ago. I won't consider marriage for the time being." Su Wen smiled. "Now that technology is advanced and there are more medical treatments, the average age of death is above 100 years old. There's no need to rush."
The rich young masters looked at each other.
Fifth Young Master lowered his voice: "Big brother, your mother-in-law is still the best. She killed many of your love rivals."
Fu Yunshen glanced at him and went straight upstairs.
In the bedroom.
Ying Zijin was lying on the bed, watching a drama.
When she heard the sound, she turned to the side: "You're back?"
"Yes." Fu Yunshen sat down next to her and whispered: "Little Fate …"
Ying Zijin did not hear him clearly: "What did you say?"
"I mean —" Fu Yunshen smiled, his eyes gentle. "Even if you reincarnate again, I can still recognize you."
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows: "I don't have a birthmark. How can you recognize me?"
Fu Yunshen lazily: "You can recognize me."
Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes: "Something is wrong with you."
Fu Yunshen did not say anything more and raised his arm: "Sleep for a while." “
"It's only 8 o 'clock."
"I'm sleepy."
Ying Zijin closed the laptop and lay down: "Then I'll let you hug me."
"Good girl." Fu Yunshen patted her head and turned off the light.
The two of them slept together.
**
A few days later.
At the research institute.
A new round of experiments had ended and it was time to hand in the experiment report.
Mo Feng, who had been suspended for two weeks, came.
"Teacher, you're here." Bi'er was delighted and went forward: "Take a look at the results of my experiment this time."
Without Mo Feng's guidance, she was not sure if she could successfully be promoted to an S-level researcher this time.
Mo Feng just nodded slightly at Bi'er and walked past her to Ying Zijin on the other side.
Bi'er's body tensed up.
"Mr. Ying," Mo Feng said, "I sincerely apologize for what happened in the past."
She paused and asked: "You haven't had a mentor since you entered the school, right?"
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