Durin's Diary

Chapter 844 Golden Partridge

"Just now, the little sister from the Lin family looked at you a little too much. You won't blame her, will you?" Lao Pang said this at the corner of the stairs.

"How could that be?" Du Lin smiled. "If I blamed her, I wouldn't have stuffed an extra fruit into her pouch."

Lao Pang was stunned, then laughed.

From Du Lin's perspective, the old Candle Dragon, whose dragon horns slanted out like ancient trees, looked at him with eyes full of joy. He put his hands behind his back and said, "They're on the second floor. Follow me. There should be a few more people who will be here later. They have official positions and are not as idle as your old man."

"Yeah." After saying that, Du Lin put his hands in his pockets and followed Lao Pang up the stairs. After passing the rockery and the small pond, he pushed open a door and said, "My fellow brothers, I've brought the person here. If you have any questions, please go to him."

After saying that, he walked in and sat down next to a Zhulong whose face was etched with the marks of time. The Zhulong's majestic appearance slightly distorted after looking at Du Lin: "This... this is too small."

He sighed and looked at the old man.

The old man was drinking and seemed to sense something. He looked up at the man in front and said, "What are you looking at? What happened to my seed?"

Mr. Yan smiled and stroked the old man's chin: "Don't make trouble, you old man really don't understand the ways of the world. Old Zhang is thinking about his great-granddaughter who knows how many generations ago."

"Ah?" The old man was stunned, and opened his red lips slightly, exclaiming to everyone present.

Then the old men at the table burst into laughter.

Du Lin took the empty seat to the left of the old man, following his somewhat awkward greeting. "Not many people came today. Many old folks like me just can't spare the time. Otherwise, everyone would like to come and meet you, kid."

"The two ladies below have already seen it." Du Lin recounted what happened below.

Hearing that the old woman was injured, the old Candle Dragon named Zhang who had just said that Du Lin was small shook his head and said, "The Lin family girl finally saw it. The Tianshi Mansion cannot see the real person's second place. Just because of a fortune-telling, her injury has not healed yet. She really doesn't want to die."

Du Lin smiled.

The old man introduced them to Du Lin one by one.

There is no need to mention him and Yan Zhenqing. Old Pang is called Pang Juan. I heard that he was a handsome young man in his early years, but his appearance changed as he grew older.

"Time is a butcher's knife, and every stroke makes people grow old." Lao Pang also has a spirit of self-deprecation.

The old man surnamed Zhang is called Zhang Mengping. It is said that his face has been so stern since he was a child and it has never gotten better.

The fat Zhulong sitting next to him is called Luo Xinghan. No one can tell why he is as fat as a ball.

Then there was the halfling Thulong who sat near the door. He was also a half-blood named Turin.

After asking around, Du Lin found out that his surname was Tu and his given name was Lin.

Du Lin had never heard of this surname.

"Fang Ping'an will be here soon, and the rest of us are all busy. These three customs and four seas, the three provinces and six ministries, the twelve departments and eight pillars of the country, and the general's mansion are all dangerous places. Working overtime is really killing us." Lao Pang said, stroking the old man's head: "How can you be so lucky, old man?"

The old man snorted and said nothing, but he looked very happy.

"It's okay. We brothers have seen Du Lin, a boy. You know what, he is really handsome. No wonder Old Zhang is so anxious. It's a pity that the Zhang family never gave it a second thought. This family has been around for more than three hundred years, and there has never been any species other than the tailless monkey." At this time, Luo Xinghan spoke.

Listening to his explanation, Du Lin finally understood what "too small" meant - indeed, compared with a half-elf like Old Man Zhang, a grassland elf like Du Lin was too small after all.

But the fat man was indeed bold and able to speak, and no one seemed to object to him. At this time, an old man pushed open the door and said, "I was downstairs chatting with my sister and Sister Lin for a while. You can't punish me by making me drink three cups."

"That's not possible. Come, Ping'an, tell us what funny things happened in the court today." Mr. Yan said with a smile.

"No, you should know that the war has been pretty good recently. It's New Year's Day, so there aren't many people quarreling."

"If that's the case, fine."

The two old men talked about this. The old man named Ping An looked at Du Lin and said, "Your name is Du Lin, right? You gave one extra fruit to Sister Lin. Did you know that she was spying on you?"

Du Lin nodded: "I can feel it. Although there were only two grandmothers in front of me at the time, I think I was right."

"I really want to see you now, but after seeing how badly Sister Lin was injured, I don't dare. After all, I have to go to work tomorrow, and I really can't go blind."

"It's okay. I've seen plenty of fortune tellers and astrologers who've seen the truth, and none of them have had a good ending." Du Lin frowned as he spoke. "Has anyone else predicted my fate? I'll be honest, I don't have a very good fate. Don't try to predict my fate, it's not good for you."

Du Lin was speaking the truth. Just now, the old woman was chatting with Du Lin while tears of blood were flowing from her eyes, which almost scared Du Lin - Du Lin even suspected that he had seen something dirty.

Later he discovered that dirty things did exist, but he himself was the dirty thing - it was okay for someone to want to see it, but whether they could survive after seeing it was another matter.

Just tell me whether you want to live or not.

But Du Lin still couldn't resist your courage. What does it mean to have a brave heart and let go of yourself? It's almost like looking at Du Lin's astrologers, fortune tellers and Taoist priests.

Normally, there is nothing going on, but when he meets people, he starts to make trouble. Du Lin often feels that he should carry a funeral committee with him, so that when someone kills him stupidly, Du Lin will not know whether to cry or laugh.

"Then don't look at it. I do have some issues with this outfit. My point of view is for my own good."

"Okay, then don't watch it." After saying this, he turned to chat with Turin.

The old man patted Du Lin on the shoulder and said, "Why did you take the risk by following that kid from the Sun family? You should know his true identity, right?"

Du Lin nodded. "I know. To be honest, I don't want to get involved in this kind of thing either. But if the sky falls, either someone will think they're strong enough to hold it up with their hands, or someone will think they're tall enough to just use their brains."

Speaking of this, Du Lin smiled.

"Are you really so confident, kid?" the old man asked with a frown.

"Don't worry, he and I are just going to crush a big demon. I have already killed two in the Western Continent."

After Du Lin finished speaking, Tulin and Luo Xinghan exclaimed at the same time.

"He's not lying." Tulin looked at Durin, "Have you really killed a demon? Whose is it?"

"Some are from my grandmother's family, and some are from the secret-keeping family. I don't need to tell you their real names, but you should understand." Du Lin asked.

This time, all the old Zhulongs nodded.

Obviously, they understand too well.

(End of this chapter)