Durin's Diary

Chapter 835 Don’t Be
Du Lin lived two lives, which added up to about 120 years, and he had seen many different kinds of people.

Some people are born to assassinate the king, but they are loyal to the king.

Some people are born with the inability to serve two masters, but end up becoming slaves to three masters.

Just like the saying goes, everything is determined by fate and we have no control over it.

In his previous life, when he was young, Du Lin didn't believe in these things at all. In his view, life was given by God. So why did he and his friends meet Mentor Marrs when they were facing a desperate situation and finally escape from the slaughter alive?

Until that night, Du Lin saw the girl he loved most betray everyone, and saw the little brother he wanted to protect the most... betray him.

The money they gave us was so much that after doing this job, we could run away.

Jack went mad holding the body of his beloved, she did not go with him, the two fought and she died in his hands.

That night, what Du Lin saw was the loss of humanity and the death of rationality. No one wanted to die that night, but the children representing the tower and the children representing the powerful could only fight for their lives and fight to the death.

Is there a reason? Yes, everyone just wants to live like a human being.

But what is human? Everyone has his or her own opinion, so this matter varies from person to person, and therefore, blood flowed like a river that night.

Du Lin killed many people that night, including killers and mercenaries who bravely faced him, warriors who swore to defend the land, elders who betrayed their oath, younger generations who were determined to follow their family, and even a lover whose appearance he had long forgotten and a mad little brother.

Jack had his neck broken by Du Lin. The little boy who used to burn newspapers and garbage around the oil barrel to keep warm, the little boy who escaped from the orphanage with Du Lin, eventually died at the hands of Du Lin, whom he regarded as his elder brother.

Thinking of this, Du Lin opened his eyes.

The tram stopped. Du Lin got out of the carriage that was stained with the smell of powder, feeling the chill of Shangjing, the northern royal city. He listened to the greetings of the young man in front of him and his friends. He looked at the huge gate tower in front of him in a trance.

It's so strange, why is there such a gatehouse here? I remember we also have such a gatehouse where we are.

Daju sighed with some confusion.

"Yes." Du Lin sighed at the differences and similarities in this world.

Does your world have it too? I think it is quite normal. After all, we all have the same past, and we are just different manifestations in the long river of time.

Eleven didn't feel that there was anything surprising.

"The building is over there." The young man pointed to the opposite side of the road. The street here was wide and seemed to have a sidewalk, so Du Lin followed him back for a while and then began to wait for the traffic light.

I remember that we had a huge and spacious square over there, but here you have only buildings.

Daju said in confusion.

To be honest, I don’t know either. I have always been in the Western Continent. As for this side, maybe it was changed by someone later.

Eleven is also clueless about his current situation.

The young man in front of Du Lin pointed to the building in the distance and said, "That's the White Crane Tower. It looks very old, but it was the first fully electrified hotel here. It was pretty good back then. Although it looks a bit old now, intellectuals like it there. They say it has the taste of time... Ha, anyway, I don't understand what they say, and I don't know what time tastes like." Du Lin smiled.

Two people, one big and one small, one old and one young, approached the small building. In Du Lin's view, this small building was just an ordinary one.

As the wind blew through the avenue, the copper bell on the corner of the eaves began to vibrate slightly. With Du Lin's eyesight, he could clearly see the words "ward off evil spirits" on the bell.

It was noon at 39° north latitude. The wind blew by with a chill, while the sunlight illuminated the blue-gray tiles on the top of the hanging mountain.

The walls surrounded by dark blue bricks are covered with various kinds of poems. Du Lin is not a scholar and cannot understand the beauty of these words. In the era he lived in, ancient poetry, like history, was conquered by destruction and annihilated by chaos, and very little could be left.

On the second-floor wall, the lattice window lattices were covered with mulberry paper. In the open window, a young man was curiously peeking his head out. He had dyed hair and waved to the young man beside Du Lin: "Seventh Brother, why are you here today? Who is that person beside you?"

"My guest, Mr. Du Lin."

The word "young gentleman" seemed to have magic power. The head shrank back into the window with a wow. Then the young man's shout was heard. Their footsteps startled the birds on the branches of an old tree not far away, and also startled many guests. Some of them stuck their heads out, either with curiosity or confusion.

Soon, the young man with dyed yellow hair appeared in front of the gate with several people. He first hugged the young people enthusiastically, then looked at Du Lin and said, "Little sister, you must feel hot wearing so many clothes."

Daju and Eleven Ninja had a very hard time, which made Du Lin feel very sorry.

"What's that look? I'll make you drink three glasses of wine," he said.

So everyone watched as the wine glass and wine pot came uninvited, and Huangmao struggled, took the glass and drank the wine, saying nothing.

The cup and the pot were returned to the shop, and Huangmao fell asleep, unable to speak in his dreams.

In front of the huge store, people of all kinds were looking at each other.

Only the young woman leaning against the door was smiling coquettishly. On the vermilion lacquered door behind her, a gilded ornament held a copper ring, and the word "peace" on it was polished by time to a smooth surface like jade.

"Aunt Qi," the young man greeted, pointing at Du Lin: "Mr. Du Lin, from the Western Continent."

"I was wondering, you're clearly my guest, yet you're still calling me Dulin Dulin. I thought you had lost your manners, but I was wrong." At this point, the young woman bowed slightly to Dulin and said, "Greetings, Mr. Dulin."

Du Lin nodded, then thought for a moment and pulled out a small bag from his pocket. Inside was three fruits. They were certainly not the size of fruits given to the emperor or the prime minister, but Du Lin felt it was enough: "Xiao Qi, since I call you Aunt Qi, I will give you a small gift."

Some people don’t know but some people do, so those who don’t know look at those who know and exclaim, and they also understand why this fruit is so valuable.

So some of the words that were about to be blurted out were immediately stuffed into each other's throats.

The Qi family's aunt looked at the fruit in her hand, and when she looked at Du Lin again, there was already some caution in her eyes: "Let me make it clear first, if these three fruits want me to get married, that's impossible. I like Zhulong, but I don't like the dwarf-like Zhulong."

In response, Du Lin chuckled.

"That's not necessary. I have eight or nine wives. Among them are rabbit demons, tiger demons, dwarf demons like me, and even grown-up girls who look like humans. I really don't need a woman like you who will stick with me."

(End of this chapter)