Durin's Diary

Chapter 681 Meeting
A maid went to open the door, and then Du Lin saw the old man from the Ayer family standing outside the door, with many people following him.

"You are..." To be honest, except Anto Aye, Anta's grandfather, Du Lin didn't know anyone.

However, among them there were mixed-race people, humans, old and young, men and women, and they all wore Chang Tang people's clothes.

Du Lin began to understand a little.

"We are from Changtang and are your grandmother's...relatives." The mixed-race man spoke.

After saying this, he looked at the human beside him, paused with dissatisfaction, and then continued to look at Du Lin: "Can we come in and have a drink of water?"

Du Lin sighed, and none of his girls said a word, because they all knew that if Du Lin didn't speak on this matter, no one would be able to respond.

But what could Du Lin do? Should he drive them out?

Finally he turned and looked at Anta.

Anta immediately understood Du Lin's intention. She turned to look at Xia Li and said, "Don't just stand there. Go prepare tea for the guests."

With this sentence, the atmosphere came back to life.

Du Lin invited the twelve guests into the old house.

The three children surveyed everything with curiosity. For these children, who had grown up in Tang, the Western Continent seemed like a vast and enchanting paradise. They quickly began to comment on the old-fashioned plate armor in the hall. Then, as expected, another half-blood boy slapped them on the head, "This is real armor, not your toys. If you break it, I'll break your legs."

The three children didn't dare to make any random comments.

Du Lin asked the mixed-race man with a long beard to sit in the main seat - the twelve guests all treated him as the most important, and if he didn't sit in the main seat, Du Lin didn't know who to invite.

Anlt?
The old man chatted with his granddaughter for a few words and ran away without looking back - he was afraid that Du Lin would kill him later to vent his anger because of giving directions.

Old man, am I, Du Lin, such a bad person?

"I'm Mo Qianqiu, your grandmother is my descendant. I heard that she had children, so I specially asked for leave from the Tianshi Pavilion." This man looks young, but the legendary aura he exudes is real.

But it also seems to be true that the Mo family does not have the bloodline of Zhulong - Du Lin could not see any visible signs of Zhulong on the twelve guests who came, not even a scale.

"I know about my grandmother. I also heard a lot about her from the old man and Mr. Yan. My grandmother came here with their help."

"It was the child of the family who was confused and left her offspring to wander around. After I heard about it, I searched everywhere and finally found out that she went to the Western Continent."

Didn't lie.

The two AIs gave the same evaluation.

As long as he didn't lie, Du Lin can still speak properly to others.

The old man turned his head, reached out, and was about to grab the kid on the weapon rack on the wall when he was pulled to the ground. "Little Thirteen! If you act naughty again, I'll throw you out!"

"It's okay, the mace is made of copper, not heavy." Du Lin said with a smile - it's okay for a kid of twelve or thirteen to be a little naughty.

"Du Lin, I heard that you are already a legend. Can you follow us back to Changtang?" The old human beside Mo Qianqiu asked with a smile.

Mo Qianqiu was about to collapse, and his bearded face was wrinkled to the point of wrinkling into the shape of three rivers and five mountains.

This left Du Lin feeling helpless—no wonder the old man spoke of the Mo family with such helplessness and hatred. It seemed like the Mo family really had countless mouths, each one eager to speak, right?

Du Lin was also helpless, but he still shook his head. "I can go to Chang Tang at the appropriate time in the future, but I will not return to that home with you. In my memory, this is my home. I am the young patriarch of the Ai Ershi family. My lovers will give birth to enough children for me. They will branch out and expand this family."

Having said that, Du Lin took out Qianyue from the space and said, "This is Qianyue. This old man has already recognized me. I am his descendant, but I am also the master of this land. I only hope that you can also recognize my independence."

Mo Qianqiu raised his hand, suppressing his descendants who were ready to make a move. He looked at Du Lin and sighed, "I acknowledge your independence. I only hope that, if possible, you and Lan En's children can be adopted..." "I won't use my children as bargaining chips, and I believe your family members don't want a child that falls from the sky to take away everything from them. If possible, you can find another Zhulong and try to give birth to a new Zhulong child."

Du Lin would not use his and Lan En's children as tools and bargaining chips.

"I understand. Let's go." Mo Qianqiu stood up.

This time, no one in his family dared to overstep their bounds.

By the time Xia Li came out of the kitchen with the tea, the guests had already walked out the door.

She looked at Du Lin in surprise: "Isn't that your relative, Du Lin?"

"Are you really that important to my relatives who are far away?" Du Lin glanced at his girls and said, "They should understand that I will not go back with them."

The Mo family is on the verge of survival, and there are people with different thoughts. Mo Qianqiu came with sincerity, but what about his family members?

And why did he have to bring three children with him? Du Lin couldn't understand.

All I can say is that the Mo family of this old man and the Mo family of Mo Qianqiu can have different endings, and it is obvious why.

Some people in the Mo family did not want Du Lin to go back.

Mo Qianqiu is just old, and he is devoted to the Mo family, but he cannot make decisions - he may be able to make decisions in this team, but not in Chang Tang.

Obviously he couldn't do it.

fair enough.

Du Lin didn't think there was anything wrong with this, so when Alyssa expressed her doubts about the Mo family's visitor, Du Lin made a special explanation.

"Ah, they still don't want you to go back? Why? If my family has a boy like you, he will definitely be elected as the patriarch." Alyssa didn't understand at all.

"Who knows? Anyway, their willingness is priceless." Having said this, Du Lin clapped his hands and said, "Okay, now that the guests have left, we can prepare dinner."

At this moment, Du Lin turned his head and looked outside the door again.

Mo Qianqiu stood there alone.

Du Lin quickly invited him in.

"I'm sorry, child, for letting you witness the Mo family's open and covert infighting." The old man sat in front of Du Lin. He sighed and took the tea. "I came back alone to tell you that I was right. The Mo family has fallen. The Mo family that once served the entire family in the three passes and four seas no longer exists. The Mo family today is more like a circus made up of jumping clowns."

Du Lin was silent for a moment. "How about you stay and have a simple meal?"

The old man has been so open with him, Du Lin can't just ignore it.

(End of this chapter)