Dragon capture hand!

Ling Yun bent his fingers, and a white light flashed immediately, sucking the person in front of him, instantly grabbed the person's neck, and slapped his right hand. Soon the person had lost consciousness.

Suddenly, a man snatched the twelfth-spike dragon spear from the soldier in front of the door, and directly penetrated Ling Yun's chest, and blood slowly flowed out.

Ling Yun finally smiled, but it was not a human smile, but more like a devil, more like a god of death.

Just a smile had already caused the Ling family disciples holding a spear to stand up, sweating coldly, their hands trembled, and their hearts were frightened.

Ling Yun grabbed the other party's hand and moved forward step by step. The dragon spear penetrated deeper, and Ling Yun walked to the person as if he had no pain.

"stop!"

Click!

This person's throat has been crushed by Ling Yun.

He looked up and saw a man in a purple robe who looked about thirty years old. He had a domineering eyebrows, a high nose bridge, his eyes like an eagle, and his body as fierce as a tiger. He came quickly and had arrived in front of Ling Yun in an instant.

There was already chaos around. Some of the Ling family disciples who were lying on the ground were motionless, and some were crying. As long as they were still awake, everyone's eyes were filled with endless fear.

Is this still Ling Yun from seven years ago?

Is this still a waste they bullied at will?

What did he experience in seven years?

He is not a human at all, he is a demon who returns from a sea of ​​corpses and blood!

"Carry them all in!" Bei Jian said coldly.

More than a dozen soldiers walked out and hurriedly carried the guy who had completely fainted and died into the Ling Mansion.

"Lingyun, come in with me." Bei Jianhan glanced at Lingyun, turned around and walked with his hands behind his back, without blame or angrily scolding, and his voice was very plain.

This is the Ling family, a family that is very rules-based but does not follow the rules.

Pull out the Dragon Spear and throw it aside. The bleeding was temporarily sealed by Ling Yun with the qi in his body. The blood on his hands and face was still flowing slowly, but the blood did not belong to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun picked up his mother's ashes, but he didn't even look at the other young disciples of the Ling family. He followed Bei Jianhan and walked into the Ling Mansion that had been away for seven years.

In the past seven years, the Ling family has not changed at all, but it seems to be more lively.

The biggest festival of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Ten Directions World is the Spring Festival, which is also the day when the Great Zhou Dynasty was founded thousands of years ago.

"I want to see the city lord." Ling Yun followed Bei Jianhan and said calmly and coldly.

"He is your father."

"He is not!"

"You must admit some things!" Bei Jianhan turned around and looked at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun chose to remain silent and did not continue this topic.

Bei Jianhan did not take Ling Yun to see Ling Feng, but took Ling Yun to the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion, then took out a jade bottle from his arms and threw it to Ling Yun, and said, "I will take you to see the general later!"

Ling Yun didn't say anything, and took the jade bottle. He knew that this was called ice and snow jade dew, which was a spiritual medicine for treating wounds in the army.

Half an hour later, two little girls around him who seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old served Ling Yun and put on new silk clothes.

There is a row of bookshelves in the house. Even every book on this bookshelves was placed seven years ago. The whole room was very clean and it is certain that people often come to clean it, and they won't mess up even a little bit.

The Ling family members made Ling Yun hate him, and they had to admire every thing and every detail they did.

Perhaps they knew that Ling Yun would definitely return in the future seven years ago.

Ling Yun sneered.

Take out a book "Soldiers" from the bookshelf and read it slowly.

Reading is also a compulsory lesson for the Ling family. Moreover, from the core, the Ling family seems to be very eager for knowledge and reading.

It has been seven years since Ling Yun still vaguely remembers all the military formations, methods of training and marching in "Soldiers" and the way of marching. Therefore, although this military book is difficult to read, there is no obstacle to Ling Yun reading it.

"You are here." Ling Yun gently closed the "Soldiers' Discussion" and looked forward. A black cat was lying on a carpet. His whole body was black, and his eyes were blood red.

"I've been following you all the time." The black cat made a hoarse and old voice. If anyone who could speak was seen by anyone in the Ling family, it might feel incredible.

“I will fulfill my promise.”

"That's good!"

The black cat stood up, but what was surprising was that he had a lame leg, shaking and turning to Ling Yun, then jumped onto his shoulder, and had disappeared the next moment.

Except for Ling Yun, perhaps no one can see him at this moment.

The afterglow gradually dissipated, and a little girl knocked in the door and said, "Young Master Yun, Master Peking University asked you to wait outside Yingbin Pavilion."

"I understand!" Ling Yun put the "Soldiers' Discourse" in his hand on the bookshelf and gently sorted it out. This is the habit of every member of the Ling family. Even if he has been away for seven years, Ling Yun still has not changed.

The little girl walked to Lingyun, tidied up her clothes for Lingyun, and then quit.

Nearly a hundred people in Lingfu Yingbin Pavilion have sat in their seats.

"Lingyun!"

Some elders of the Ling family saw him. After not seeing Ling Yun for seven years, they only grew taller, but they were thinner and looked thinner. The pale face might make people feel heartbroken.

But at least it wouldn't be these people.

When they saw Ling Yun, they smiled with a polite smile. Perhaps among these people, the parents of the Ling family disciples who were beaten to death by Ling Yun in the morning.

Ridiculous etiquette.

"Ling Yun has returned, and it is said that he is strong. It seems that there will be an adventure in seven years, and now it has posed a threat to the eldest son."

"Ling Yun must die, but today is a New Year's family dinner. Don't forget to fight the war. Besides, we are elders, so it is inconvenient to take action." A fat man in brocade clothes sneered and looked at Ling Yun outside the Yingbin Pavilion.

"If I'm not mistaken, Ling Yun's return may be related to that adult. Although this boy is small, his heart is smart." A woman in her thirties said in a deep voice.

"There is only one place, so Ling Yun must not get it."

...

The family dinner began. Ling Yun, who was standing outside the Yingbin Pavilion, met Ling Feng again seven years later. He was wearing a seven-section brocade python robe, with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, with clear edges and angular faces, but his behavior was elegant and had a hint of wisdom.

Perhaps, he is really not like a general, but more like a wise scholar, wizard or a scholar, but what does this have to do with himself?

Ling Yun sneered in his heart.

I am no longer from the Ling family, so I am not qualified to attend their family dinner.

Moreover, Ling Yun didn't think there was anything to be proud of as a member of the Ling family.

Behind the family banquet so calm and harmonious, there are countless ugliness hidden.

The sky is getting darker and the stars are like fighting. I look up at the sky and feel sad.

Above the sky?
Chapter completed!