Chapter 258: Wishes

The voice fell in this room, and it was very powerful, like a sigh, but with a smile.

Linglong was slightly stunned, and beside her, Wu Jingtian and Aunt Zhang were also a little surprised, and turned to look at Ye Fan.

"God, have we met?" Linglong spoke first, and saw Ye Fan looking at her steadily, and she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Ye Fan did not answer immediately, paused slightly, and then shook his head.

"You look very similar to an old friend of mine, and I seem to have made a mistake."

As he said that, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Aunt Zhang on the side, "Aunt Zhang, you can go down."

"Ah, should I go down?" Aunt Zhang was stunned, "Linglong wants to sing a song, then who will pour wine for the adults..."

"You can pour the wine yourself, I'm not here to drink." Ye Fan waved his hand.

Aunt Zhang hesitated, glanced at Linglong next to her, and seemed to be worried about something, but in the end she could only nod and retreat.

There was a little silence in the place. Linglong rarely sang for others alone. For a moment, she was a little embarrassed.

Ye Fan spoke first, "Linglong, just sing."

Linglong replied, "What does God want to hear?"

"Anything is fine." Ye Fan replied.

After the voice fell, Linglong paused, and after a little thought, she pulled the strings of the zither, and then her red lips opened slightly.

The sound of the zither and the graceful voice sounded, and the combination was very perfect. For a moment, Wu Jingtian and Chen Peng, who were sitting in the corner of the room and watching the show, were a little dazed.

Ye Fan remained calm, just leaning on the chair and looking at Linglong quietly.

Linglong, who was playing, was also surprised. No one had ever been calm when hearing their voice for the first time, but she saw nothing on the face of this young man.

She was very confident in her quyi singing. The quyi of Fengyue Tower's top star allowed her to have this confidence.

Without any appreciation or covetousness, the boy just sat there, as if he had no emotions. The singing and music seemed to be blocked by him. He just looked at himself, and there seemed to be some strange complexity in his eyes.

This could not help but surprise Linglong. Not all guests were annoying. She had seen such eyes, but they were seen in the eyes of very old people. Often, they were on themselves, lamenting the ruthlessness of time, or recalling a few old friends.

Was it because he thought of his old friends? But how could a boy have any old friends? Was it his sister or something?

Thinking of this, Linglong's expression was a little strange, and he continued to sing, but his eyes were focused on the boy's face, as if he wanted to see more things.

But there was no.

He just sat there, like a stone sculpture. Except for his eyes, he could not see any emotional changes.

"What a special person." Linglong finally smiled and pursed her lips after reciting a sentence in her heart, and the singing afterwards seemed to be more beautiful.

…

Time passed quickly, and after a few songs, when Linglong was about to play the strings again, Ye Fan waved his hand.

"Okay, no need to sing."

"No need to sing?" This surprised Linglong again. Her movements paused and seemed stiff. "Doesn't God want to listen?"

"I want to listen, but I don't want to listen now."

"Linglong, do you have any wishes?"

"Wish?" This abrupt sentence made Linglong pause. She looked at Ye Fan and paused for a while before speaking again, "Minister God, do you want to give me a gift?"

"It's not a gift, it's a wish." Ye Fan replied, staring at Linglong and speaking, "I can fulfill one of your wishes within my ability."

"Why did Minister God suddenly say that?" Linglong asked again, looking at Ye Fan, at this moment, she couldn't hide her curiosity, "Is it because of that old friend?"

"Yeah." Ye Fan just responded, facing Linglong, paused for a few seconds, "I owe her, but old friends are hard to come back, so I want to make it up to you."

"Minister God should..."

"You don't have to say anything else, just say your wish." Ye Fan interrupted Linglong and spoke with emphasis.

"This." Linglong hesitated again, and looked at Ye Fan with a serious expression, and did not ask any more questions.

Thinking carefully, just for a moment, she thought of the dead flowers in the room.

If it were usual, she would not continue to think about it, but today, perhaps because of the farce she saw, she was shaken a little and thought of the sun when she bought flowers.

Just a moment of impulse, Linglong spoke to Ye Fan.

"Minister Tiangong, my wish is to be able to see more sun."

"Sun." This made Ye Fan pause slightly, "Don't you want freedom?"

"People like us, how can we have the opportunity to be free." This seemed to make Linglong a little depressed, she answered, but her voice was low, "It would be nice to be able to see the sun a few more times."

"My flowers, if they can see the sun a few more times, they will definitely not wither so quickly."

The voice fell, it seemed to be a sentence full of deep meaning, but when it came out of Linglong's mouth, her very depressed mood seemed to confirm that this sentence was just like what she said.

She did not dare to expect freedom, but just wanted her flowers to wither later.

This made Ye Fan silent, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"I agree to this wish."

After a long time, Ye Fan finally spoke, and then he took off a corner of his long clothes and handed it to Linglong, with a calm look in his eyes.

He came here not only to listen to a few songs from old friends, but also to resolve some past knots.

He certainly knew the background of Fengyue Tower, and could have said something like "take it slow" or some kind of exchange of interests, but since he had heard the answer he expected, he had to do it.

A cultivator should stand tall and upright. If he doesn't have this kind of joy, what's the point.

"Hold your zither well, hold on to this corner of your clothes, and don't let go."

"Shh."

Before the voice was finished, Ye Fan stood up, and at this moment, the door was pushed open, and the eager steward was smiling.

"Minister Tian Gong, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Pah.

As soon as he finished speaking, the next moment, Ye Fan had grabbed the steward's collar and lifted him up.

"After you go out, if someone stops you, let them go."

"You don't need to say one more word, if you say one more word, you'll die."

The cold voice stunned the steward who hadn't reacted yet. Looking at Ye Fan's murderous eyes, he realized that the other party was not joking.

The huge fear made the manager's mind go blank, and finally, he just nodded hurriedly.

"Don't, don't kill me, I will do it."

After getting the answer, Ye Fan nodded, turned around, looked at Wu Jingtian and Chen Peng who also stood up, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

"Are you brave enough?"

"Now, we have to do something."

After speaking, the two responded. At this moment, they had understood Ye Fan's thoughts and stood beside Ye Fan, with rare fierceness in their eyes.

Boom.

The next moment, on the fifth floor, the door exploded.

Ye Fan took the lead, and Wu Jingtian and Chen Peng were on the left and right beside him. At the end of the corner of his clothes, Linglong, who was holding the piano, followed carefully, with a little panic in her eyes, but also excitement that could not be concealed.

"God is here, and those who stand in the way will be killed without mercy!"