Ten years after the failed awakening, I became a god

Lan Yin turned around and looked at the man who was speaking, but said nothing.

It was because she didn't know the person in front of her at all, and speaking first would easily reveal her identity. So she could only look at the other person with a puzzled look.

Fortunately, the person on the other side did not embarrass her and introduced herself: "I am Shi Heng from the Shi family."

Lan Yin put down the small cake in her hand: "Hello, Shi Heng. What can I do for you?"

Shi Heng smiled dotingly, "Nothing much, I just saw you were alone here and thought you were a little lonely, so I came to talk to you."

Huh? Is she lonely?

Lan Yin felt that the other party was a little puzzled, so she did not respond to this sentence.

Shi Heng's eyes darkened when he saw Lan Yin's silence, but he still put on a good-natured smile and handed her a tissue: "There's cream on the corner of your mouth, wipe it off."

Hearing this, Lan Yin politely took the tissue, but did not use it. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth somewhat ungracefully.

Shi Heng wasn't angry at all. He looked at Lan Yin, who had been silent the entire time, and said, "Can I have a bite of your cake?"

"???" Lan Yin's eyes widened in confusion as she pointed to the table in the front hall. "Just take anything from the table over there."

Shi Heng: "I know, but I want to eat from your hand."

Lan Yin: “…”

Lan Yin directly handed the half-eaten cake in her hand to the other party: "Eat it."

Shi Heng frowned: "Can you help me get a new one from the table over there?"

Not wanting to cause trouble, Lan Yin obediently went to the table over there and took out a new cake and handed it to Shi Heng: "Eat it, greedy girl."

Shi Heng didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Lan Yin: "Nothing, eat."

Shi Heng picked up the fork on the plate, but did not eat the cake. Instead, he handed the fork to Lan Yin and asked gently, "Can you feed me?"

Lan Yin looked at him in shock, cursing him mentally, and placed the cake on the table: "Eat it if you want."

"Hahahahaha"

From the other side came the sounds of men and women talking and laughing.

"You lose, you lose. It's useless for me to say Shi Hengshang."

"Shi Heng, what's wrong with you? Aren't you always successful in front of little girls? Why can't she even give you a bite of cake?"

"Shi Heng, you have to compensate me... I made the wrong bet."

Listening to the playful sounds over there, Lan Yin roughly understood what was going on.

Similar to truth or dare, she must have become the object of entertainment for those young ladies and gentlemen over there.

She didn't look at Shi Heng again, turned around and left the corner. When she passed by the trash can, she threw the tissue that Shi Heng handed to her into it with some bad luck.

After throwing away the tissue, Lan Yin felt her hands itchy for some reason, so she went to the bathroom at the back to wash her hands.

The clear water kept washing the white palms, and the transparent water droplets gradually condensed into a line of words.

Lan Yin raised her hand from under the faucet and saw clearly the line of words condensed by water droplets.

"Pink Butterfly, see you at the usual place, Lost Rabbit."

Lost Rabbit, this name...

Lan Yin remembered that this was the name of the Federation person under the sacred tree that day, but she didn't know if it was the same person.

If they were the same person, how could Wen Jiaojiao, a young lady from an aristocratic family, be connected to someone from the Federation?

Lan Yin's eyes were solemn. When she looked down again, she found that all the water droplets had evaporated, and there was no trace of water droplets left on her hands, as if the words that had appeared just now were just her illusion.

But she knew clearly that this was not an illusion.

So the question is, where is the old place?

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Lan Yin returned to the front hall with a heavy face. Wen Qingya and Lan Beibei were still talking. Everyone around them tacitly stayed away from them. From a distance, they looked like a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven.

Lan Yin suddenly remembered that Wen Qingya's spirit was of the space system. However, because she had been using Wen Jiaojiao's spirit for the past two days, she was not sure whether she would be exposed when using the Withered God to copy Wen Qingya's skills, so she had not found a chance to use the Withered God Leaf.

But if Wen Jiaojiao really has a relationship with the Federation, then Wen Jiaojiao's identity does not seem to be very safe.

If she could take the risk of copying Wen Qingya's spiritual skills, her survival rate should be greatly improved.

Lan Yin, who had thought it through, was ready to take action when she was with Wen Qingya.

At this moment, the lights in the front hall suddenly dimmed and a spotlight hit the stairs.

Ji Chunlu walked down the stairs slowly.

"Is Ji Chunlu a man? How come he looks like the heroine of a novel when he shows up at a birthday party?" Wen Qingya, who appeared beside Lan Yin out of nowhere, murmured mercilessly.

Lan Yin didn't know how to comment, so she just nodded silently, agreeing with Wen Qingya's point of view in her heart.

Wen Qingya didn't look at the protagonist in the spotlight, and asked casually, "I saw you and Shi Heng over there just now. What did he say to you?"

Lan Yin was a little surprised that Wen Qingya had noticed her while talking to Lan Beibei, but she still said honestly, "He asked me to feed him cake."

After all, she felt that there was nothing shameful in saying it, and the one who should be embarrassed was Shi Heng.

"Heh," Wen Qingya sneered, "How could he have thought of that? Stay away from him and don't lose my Wen family."

Lan Yin nodded silently again.

Wen Qingya couldn't help but add another sentence: "Even if you like Ji Chunlu, a silly donkey, don't like Shi Heng, a two-faced person. You can't beat him."

She really couldn't stand the stupidity of the people around her, and she didn't mean to remind Wen Jiaojiao of this, Wen Qingya thought.

Lan Yin looked up in surprise and turned to look at Wen Qingya who was speaking, but unfortunately it was pitch black all around, with only Ji Chunlu shining under the spotlight.

So she couldn't see the expression on Wen Qingya's face.

"Boom."

The sound of fireworks rang out outside the villa, and the front hall, which had been quiet just now, suddenly became lively.

"what····"

A scream came from the crowd.

Wen Qingya scratched her ears impatiently. "This unworldly side branch keeps yelling every year. It's so annoying. Will the Ji family hold a banquet? Why not turn on the lights when setting off fireworks?"

Hearing this, Lan Yin quietly threw away the few remaining withered divine leaves in her hand in the darkness, and threw one of them to Wen Qingya, who was closest to her.

A dark and windy night is a perfect time to steal...copy spirit skills.

"what···"

"what···"

"ah·····"

The screams in the front hall suddenly became sharper, and at this moment even the spotlights suddenly went out. Only the fireworks outside that kept flashing in the sky could briefly illuminate a corner of the hall.

Lan Yin only saw that the spirit skill of Ku Shen Ye had been copied successfully. Before she had time to read the skill introduction, she felt her hand being led by another hand in one direction, and she could also hear Wen Qingya's voice gradually fading away.

"This is terrible! The Ji family really doesn't know how to hold a banquet. They actually let people from the Divine Cult sneak in."

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