Chapter 258 Desire

The sound fell in this room, this sound was very powerful, like a sigh, but it also contained a smile.

Linglong was slightly stunned, and on the side, Wu Jingtian and Aunt Zhang were also a little surprised, and turned to look at Mark.

"God, have we met?" Linglong spoke first, looking at Ye Fan looking at her intently, feeling 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 felt a little confused."

With that said, Ye Fan turned his head and looked at Aunt Zhang aside, "Aunt Zhang, you can go down now."

"Ah, should I go down?" Aunt Zhang was stunned, "Linglong wants to sing, 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 and glanced at Linglong next to her, seemingly worried about something, but in the end she could only nod and retreat.

There was a slight silence in the venue. Linglong rarely sang to others alone, and for a moment, she felt slightly embarrassed.

It was Ye Fan who spoke first, "Linglong, just sing."

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

"Anything is fine." Ye Fan replied.

After the words fell, Linglong paused. After thinking for a while, he pulled the strings, and then opened his red lips lightly.

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

But 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 unfazed when hearing her own voice for the first time, but she didn't see anything on this young man's face.

She is very confident in her singing voice. Fengyuelou's number one folk art allows her to have this confidence.

There was no emotion of appreciation or covetation. The young man just sat there, as if he had no emotion. The singing and music seemed to be blocked by him. He was just looking at himself, with something strangely complicated in his eyes.

This can't help but surprise Linglong. It's not that all the guests are annoying. She has also seen such a look, but it is seen in the eyes of very old people. Often, they are in their own bodies, lamenting the ruthlessness of the years. , or recalling a few words from old friends.

Is it because he thinks of his old friend? But where does this young man come from? Is it his sister or something?

Thinking of this, Linglong's expression was slightly strange, but she still sang, but her eyes were focused on the young man's face, as if she wanted to see more.

But, no.

He just sat there, like a stone sculpture, and except for those eyes, you couldn't see any emotional changes in him.

"What a special person." Linglong recited a sentence in her heart, and Linglong finally smiled and pursed her lips, and then her singing voice seemed to be more beautiful.

…

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

"Okay, no need to sing anymore."

"Don't sing anymore?" These words surprised Linglong again. Her movements were stagnant and she seemed to be stiff, "Don't you want to hear it, God?"

"I want to hear it, but I don't want to hear it now."

"Linglong, do you have any wish?"

"Wish?" These somewhat abrupt words made Linglong pause for a moment. She looked at Mark and paused for a moment before speaking again, "Minister Tiangong, do you want to give me any gift?"

"It's not a gift, it's a wish." Ye Fan replied, staring at Linglong and making a voice, "Within my ability, I can grant you a wish."

"Why did Minister Tiangong suddenly say this?" 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, and paused for a few seconds, "I owe her a debt, but it's hard to see an old friend again, so I want to make up for it with you."

"That day the minister should..."

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

"This." Linglong hesitated again, looking at Ye Fan with a serious expression, and stopped asking.

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

Normally, she would not have continued to think about it, but today, perhaps because she saw the farce, she was a little shaken and thought of the sun when she was buying flowers.

With just a moment of impulse, Linglong spoke to Mark.

"Minister Heaven, my wish is to see more of the sun."

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

"How can people like us have the chance to be free?" These words seemed to make Linglong feel a little depressed. She replied, but her voice was low, "It would be nice if we could look at the sun more."

"My flowers, if I could look at the sun a few more times, they would not wither so quickly."

The voice fell, and it seemed to be a sentence full of profound meaning, but when it was spoken in Linglong's mouth, her very low mood seemed to confirm that this sentence was just like what she said.

She didn't dare to hope for freedom, she just wanted her flowers to wither later.

These words 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. Then, he took off a corner of his long coat and handed it to Linglong, with a calm look in his eyes.

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

Of course he knew the background of Fengyue Tower, and he could have said something about Xu Tuzhi or some kind of exchange of interests, but since he heard the answer he expected, he had to do it.

As a cultivator, if you don't have this kind of joy, what's the point of standing upright?

"Hold your Qin, hold on to this corner, and don't let go."

"Shhh."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan stood up, and at this moment, the door was pushed open, and the eager steward showed a smile on his face.

"Minister Tiangong, what do you want from me?"

Snapped.

Just after saying this, the next moment, Ye Fan had grabbed the steward's collar and lifted him up.

"After they went out, someone stopped them and told them to get away."

"You don't need to say one more word. If you say one more word, you will die."

The cold voice stunned the steward who had not yet reacted. Seeing the murderous look in Ye Fan's eyes, he realized that the other party was not joking.

The huge fear made the steward's mind go blank. In the end, he just nodded hurriedly.

"No, don't kill me, I will do whatever you want."

After receiving the answer, Ye Fan nodded, turned around, and looked at Wu Jingtian and Chen Peng who were also standing up. The corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"Be brave."

"Now, we have to do something."

After saying that, the two of them responded. By now, they had understood what Ye Fan was thinking, and stood beside Ye Fan, with a rare look of ferocity in their eyes.

boom.

The next moment, on the fifth floor, the door burst into pieces.

Ye Fan took the lead. Next to him, Wu Jingtian and Chen Peng were on the left and right. At the end of the clothes, Linglong, who was holding Qin, followed carefully. There was a bit of panic in his eyes, but he couldn't hide the excitement.

"God is here, anyone who stands in the way will be killed without mercy!"