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Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Qin Zimo immediately suppressed all his expressions and stared at her profile. A trace of inquiry and subtle uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

"Jian Jinge, what are you thinking about?"

Jian Jinge came to his senses upon hearing this, turned his head, and corrected him expressionlessly, "Call me Patriarch!"

Qin Zimo: ...

Jian Jinge stared at him like that, not dodging or avoiding, as if she would not give up until he changed his words.

Qin Zimo: ...Master Jian!

Jian Jinge withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and said calmly, "Don't forget it next time. Otherwise, if you call me the wrong name again, I won't remind you again. Instead, I'll beat you until it's engraved in your bones. Of course, it would be even better if you could drop the "Jian" and just call me "Patriarch" directly."

Qin Zimo's eyelids twitched. He knew that the other party was not just talking nonsense. He said that he would definitely do it if he could beat him up next time so that he would remember it.

After a second of silence, he forced the topic to shift to the question just now. "Master Jian, what were you thinking about just now?"

Jian Jinge looked up at the sky and asked instead, "What do you think the strength of the people sent by each race to select candidates this time will be?"

"Of course it's to confer...deity!" Qin Zimo spoke without hesitation, but at the end, his voice suddenly stopped.

He stood up suddenly, his face becoming extremely ugly under the afterglow of the sunset.

It was clearly an autumn day, and the breeze was warm, but he felt cold all over, his hairs stood on end, and the coldness penetrated every limb.

Jian Jinge tore off the meat from the back of the roasted chicken, without looking at him or speaking again. He picked up the drink on the table and drank it all in one gulp. He looked at Jian Xiaobai and the Ling family soldiers in silence.

Qin Zimo sat down again, a deep feeling of powerlessness permeating his whole body, a rare trace of confusion and struggle in his eyes.

In stark contrast to the two of them, there was the sound of shouting and drinking, the smiling faces of the crowd laughing and playing together, and the roar of self-indulgence in the cheers.

Sometimes people’s joys and sorrows are incomprehensible, just like right now…

At the bottom of the carnival, a little boy with a sallow face, sunken cheeks and bony bones, holding the hand of an equally thin little girl, walked carefully past the crowd.

With shaking legs, they supported each other and came to Jian Jinge.

Jian Jinge noticed the two people before they got close to her, and only turned her head to look at each other when they stood in front of her.

Without saying a word, he just looked at the two of them calmly, his mouth still not stopping, continuing to gnaw on the leg of lamb in his hand.

The Ling family soldiers were doing their own things and did not react at all to the arrival of the two little guys.

The little boy was relieved to see that no one noticed them, but he was also a little scared of the beautiful sister in front of him who didn't say a word.

The little girl was only three or four years old, so she didn't think too much about it. She let go of her brother's hand, took a step forward, and wiped her body carefully with her two skinny little hands.

Then he solemnly took out an old and somewhat dirty amulet from the pocket of his new clothes.

The little girl tentatively stretched out her hand and timidly glanced at Jian Jinge. She was relieved to make sure that the beautiful sister in front of her was not frightened by her ugly hand.

She raised the amulet in her hands, tilted her head back, opened her two beautiful black eyes, and whispered shyly, "Beautiful sister, this amulet is for you. Thank you for saving me and my brother. Also, my brothers, sisters, grandparents, thank you."

Her voice was crisp, and she was afraid that she had missed a word. She looked back at her brother, and then at her brothers, sisters, grandparents who were quietly waiting for them not far away.

Seeing them nodding encouragingly at her, the little girl repeated what she had just said. Seeing her brother bow deeply, she also imitated his movements and bent down to bow.

The movements are a little clumsy.

Jian Jinge could see the little girl's reluctance and nostalgia for the amulet deep in her eyes. She thought the person who made this for her must be someone she cherished in her heart.

Being able to give her something precious to her shows that she is truly grateful to her.

Under the little girl's expectant gaze, he finally reached out and took the amulet from her palm, rubbed it gently, and took out a red rope and a delicate little purse from the storage ring.

Put the amulet into the purse, string it with a red string, and gently put it back on the little girl's neck.

"A gentleman does not take away what others love." Seeing the anxiety and fear in her eyes, Jian Jinge thought for a moment and gently rubbed her somewhat dull hair.

"What's your name?"

The little girl said timidly, "One by one."

Jian Jinge smiled and said, "Be good, Yi Yi. I received your thanks. If you really want to repay me, then eat well and grow up quickly. When you grow up, come work for me."

The little girl nodded innocently and promised crisply, "Okay, Yi Yi will eat well and grow up quickly."

Jian Jinge patted her head again, took out two bottles of milk, and put them in the hands of the two children. "Go."

Until the two children walked away hand in hand,

Jian Jinge stood up, turned around, took a step forward, and disappeared on the spot.

Qin Zimo watched her disappearing figure silently, his peach blossom eyes flickering in the firelight, as if he was sighing or mumbling.

"Jian Jinge, what will you choose?"

Jian Jinge entered the bookstore, found the 'Book of Fortune', and sat upright on the floor. "Little Book, do you think the Book of Fortune can predict my next dream?"

Wanjie Bookstore affirmed: As long as the value is sufficient, it can be exchanged for an equal amount of Huangliang Yimeng.

"Equal value...?" Jian Jinge rubbed the 'Book of Fate' thoughtfully and murmured.

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