What Cheng Yuan said is actually not only applicable to the circle of martyrs, but also in the circle of ordinary people.

The concept of class is actually deeply rooted, and the so-called equality is more about showing off muscles to confirm the struggle.

So, Ji Xu just nodded. Although he agreed, he couldn't make many comments.

What's more, he is not very good at socializing. He wouldn't have come to places like this with many gatherings in the past.

At that time, not only was the shortage of money and the wallet was dry, but more of the fact that I didn’t want to deal with them.

It is of course good to talk too much, but sometimes quiet is the better choice in your heart.

Just like now.

"I'm really hungry," Ji Xu suggested, "Why don't you put some stuff on it first."

Cheng Yuan touched his face and said, "You look like you are wearing sunglasses, and you feel a little embarrassed. You are like those young and handsome guys on the Internet, and you are not a man at all."

"..." Ji Xu.

Chen Yao covered her mouth and smiled, then walked away with a plate on her own, "You humans are really troublesome. Getting married is so complicated. People haven't come yet after so long."

"Hey, don't eat too much, the dinner is the highlight." Ji Xu's lips moved slightly, and his voice came to her ears like a thread.

Cheng Yuan, who was standing beside him, looked at him in surprise. His "potential" could naturally feel the fluctuations in the air, and it seemed that there was a kind of scorching but extremely tough energy conveying in the connection.

Ji Xu smiled. This was a new "energy" born after his spiritual consciousness merged with his own blood and energy.

A person's body and soul are fused together. If you want to live, you cannot separate each other. Blood and energy are the basis for the physical energy and power released by martyrs who follow the path of qi and blood, while spiritual consciousness is the soul's "hands" and "foots", so that their explorations will make people look further.

Just like now, the "speaking and secret" in martial arts works is just a vibration of energy and air, and then transmitting sound.

However, it is like talking in a low voice, even if the sound is small, it will be noticed by people as long as there is a fluctuation. Therefore, it is okay to hide this little trick of transmitting the voice into secrets and martyrs who do not have special means of perception. If it is a person like Cheng Yuan who is familiar with the "power", it will not be hidden.

Of course, Cheng Yuan naturally has no meaning of "peeping".

One side is his good friend, and the other side is the demon saint who is overwhelming Chunyang. Even if there is only a wisp of residual soul left, it is not something that anyone present can deal with.

It's too late to hide far away.

When Chen Yao heard Ji Xu's voice transmission, he just glanced back at him, with a little disdainful look, and more arrogant.

"Don't worry, I have always had a big appetite."

Her lips did not move, but her voice naturally rang in Ji Xu's mind.

Ji Xu was stunned and then shook his head. He seemed to have no intention of showing off. However, this big monster seemed to be a little bit small.

The young generation walking around the manor and chatting rarely moves on the table. At most, they serve a glass of red wine, and their postures are more than they actually do.

Cheng Yuan took a step forward and went to find the dessert he liked.

Ji Xu looked at the two people with obvious directions and knew that Cheng Yuan was deliberately avoiding Chen Yao.

After all, the latter's identity is too sensitive and has extremely destructive power. If one causes it inappropriately, it may cause greater trouble.

He didn't want to take the blame, but the unstable blame could only be handed over to Ji Xu.

Who made it so destined to be with him?

...

Pulling a chair open, Ji Xu paid attention to the direction where Chen Yao was, while siping a coke in small sips, as if he was relieved, but he was not very leisurely.

I brought Cheng Yuan's sunglasses and never took them off, so everything I saw was a little dark.

It’s not just to wear clothes, but I just didn’t wear sunglasses, I was just curious.

His location is a place with relatively few people, and it is on a table in the corner, with only flowers dotted beside it.

Many, and they are all real. They are just disposable flowers that will be thrown away after the wedding. After all, they can't be kept for so long, and they will wither in just half a day.

At this time, the young men and women who were originally talking and laughing couldn't help but look at the door of the manor, as if they had agreed, but in fact, a few cars were just parked there.

At least the younger generation present was the realm of Qi and Blood as Dragon. Occasionally, a few of them, who had entered the realm of blood as smoke, had a low-key and indifferent face, but they could not hide their arrogance and look down in their eyes, because they could already be called strong people. Standing on the watershed, they had an intuitive and obvious difference from other people.

Even though all the young people present are equal forces, there are already gaps between the individuals.

But now, when they saw those cars, or felt who was being in the car, the lofty place in their eyes was well hidden. Although there was a smile on their faces, the jealousy and helplessness in their eyes could not be concealed.

The other party is truly an existence that can be regarded as a major force.

Even if some people in the other family are not as good as them, it is enough to have the name of that family.

When you go out, sometimes you can rely on not only yourself, but also on your background.

The doors of the four cars are opened one by one.

There was only one man and one woman who got off the first car.

The man was wearing a black casual suit, with a calm face and handsome face. Although his eyes were light, there seemed to be thousands of sword lights hidden inside, which made people dare not look directly at him.

The female companion next to her is wearing a wedding dress, with pretty face, fair skin, and not old, and looks like a high school student. However, her eyes are a little lighter, and she feels a kind of coldness that she doesn't care about the rewinds of mountains and rivers.

Ji Xu pursed his lips and saw that it was the second time he met.

Qinhuai, Bai Yu's poem.

The protagonist of the wedding.

The two of them held their arms, Qin Huai took calmly, but they took good care of Bai Yushi's footsteps. In front of them, the flowers decorated on the road automatically drifted away, paving the road ahead, and the fragrance of flowers was everywhere.

Behind them, the other three people who got out of the car followed at a distance.

Ji Xu is also familiar with these people.

Bian Ling, a member of the Bian family who was with Qinhuai when he appeared in the blessed land, met Ning Xi and his eldest daughter Dong Huangyi before.

Ji Xu was quite surprised by the two of them behind.

Mu Jin and Ye Ziying, who had not seen each other for a long time, were surrounded by a strong young man.

The group of people was not close to each other, but instead had deliberately kept the distance.

Their faces were calm, and they had no reaction to the gazes coming from all around them, and they could not see any joy or anger.

It was like the one I came to attend was not a wedding, but a memorial service from strangers.

It's just for the sake of being polite.

Ji Xu raised his eyebrows, which was interesting.

Not only did he see that there seemed to be some problems for a few people, but although the younger generation present had some gaps, it does not mean that they could not even see such superficial things.

Therefore, they exchanged their eyes secretly, and their faces were filled with some worries.

It should have been a very festive wedding, but what does this mean?
Chapter completed!