Between the ancient mountains, rivers and mountains, a terrifying old man was rushing to the road.

He wandered day and night, and as he walked, as if the stars fell, his speed was extremely terrifying.

Suddenly, he stopped, seemed to feel something, and looked to the south.

"Um?

That guy is on the south side?"

The old man murmured and said to himself: "The south is not a simple place... If you remember correctly, there is an ancient force everywhere!"

The old man mentioned the ancient power, which was exactly what the Abang tribe said.

And this old man is one of the strongest men in the Wuman lineage, the old man in Mai.

"Even if you are in the Abang tribe, I will kill you!"

The old man in Mai snorted coldly, and there was endless domineering in his words.

After saying that, he turned around and rushed to Abang's tribe.

Mai traveled south, danger was coming, and Ye Yun didn't know all this yet!...Abang tribe, with drizzle, the whole world was shrouded in the blurry mist and rain.

It is early spring and it is raining.

In the drizzle, whether it is pavilions, towers, or tribal pedestrians, they are full of laziness.

There is a withered old man sitting under the eaves and enjoying the mist and rain.

Then he looked at the warriors coming and going on the bluestone slab, as if he was recalling them.

Many years ago, they were as passionate and unscrupulous as these young people.

But now, they are old, time is gone, and there are only memories.

"Haha!"

A luxurious convoy drove into the Abang tribe.

The wheels were crushed on the bluestone slab, and then dripped.

The sound of rain dripping is quite rhythmic, like a guzheng sounding.

This convoy attracted the attention of many people.

"Black Widow!"

The pupils of the Youbang tribe shrank slightly and couldn't help but mutter.

However, more people reacted to leaving quickly and stop watching.

To be more precise, I dare not watch! In the end, the convoy parked at the residence of the Twenty-ninth son.

A beautiful young woman walked out of a gilded carriage.

This young woman looks quite beautiful. Although she does not wear makeup, she has endless charm in her eyebrows and eyes.

This young woman is named Han Lingling! She is Han Ting's sister! Everyone in the world thinks that the Abang tribe has only thirty sons, but few people know that there is also a saint.

But this saint got married early and was already a wife.

However, Han Lingling's fate seemed extremely terrifying, even terrifying.

In just thirty years, almost more than thirty husbands died.

He is known as the Black Widow! No tribes around him dare to marry this delicate and beautiful young woman.

After all, it’s too evil! Even in his prime, even if his cultivation is still improving.

But as long as you marry Han Lingling, you will come to an end.

Without exception, they died suddenly not long after, with the cause of death being ominous and they left very peacefully.

After getting off the carriage, Han Lingling twisted her waist and walked into the mansion.

Her every move was full of femininity and was full of charm.

There is no doubt that this is simply a natural beauty! "Han Ting, where did you die?

My sister comes back and doesn’t go out to greet her?”

Han Lingling shouted.

She walked all the way, heading straight to Ye Yun's room, and then pushed open the wooden door of the room.

"Um?"

Ye Yun raised his eyebrows and woke up from meditation.

At this time, Han Lingling walked over intimately and grabbed Ye Yun's ear.

"Tsk tsk, I haven't seen you for many years, have you seen this guy?"

"The body is upright and the muscles are strong. I am no longer the follower behind my sister!"

Han Lingling put her left hand on her hip and held Ye Yun's ear in her right hand.

The red lips of the flames were slightly opened, and the stimulating charm was mixed with beautiful charm.

Ye Yun looked strange. Who is this beautiful young woman?

Looks like this, it seems to be his fellow sister?

"What's wrong?

You're not happy yet?

!”

Han Lingling rubbed her white jade hands as if she was about to wave her hand to hit her.

"No, no...sister, please be proud..." Ye Yun quickly admitted his conscience.

"sister?"

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have changed?

You never said the word "sister" before."

Han Lingling let go of the hand that was holding Ye Yun's ear, and then stroked Ye Yun's forehead with her hands.

"You're not stupid, are you?"

Ye Yun coughed dryly, his body stiffened slightly, and the softness from his forehead was so sensitive.

Just like a piece of nephrite, it is gentle and a little cold.

"Why are you back?"

Ye Yun did the opposite, wanting to cliché from it.

He really didn't know Han Ting's life experience at all.

"Oh, stop talking, your sister has died again, this is already the thirty."

Han Lingling sighed, and a black line couldn't help but appear on her white forehead.

As the saying goes, since ancient times, beauty has been very poor in life.

But she did the opposite, not because she was too frugal, but because she was too frugal.

She was a weak woman, but her fate forced several strong men to die.

"This..." Ye Yun set a distance between intentional or unintentional.

Such things are too evil and difficult to explain them reasonably, and they seem to be a bit extraordinary.

"I heard that recently, you have been in the Abang tribe, showing great power?

Even my father has changed your mind about you?"

Han Lingling glanced at Ye Yun with a little meaningful look.

She knew very well that her younger brother's strength and talent were not excellent.

How could it become so amazing in such a short time?

"Your eyes seem to have changed, become very strange, no longer the person you used to be!"

Han Lingling stared at Ye Yun, speaking to the point of being a sharp woman, and she felt a sense of being a woman.

"Um?

Sister, you were joking.”

Ye Yun didn't admit it even if he was beaten to death.

Even the patriarch of Abang tribe did not recognize him, so he was naturally not afraid of being seen through.

"Ha, I hope I'm over-thinking."

Han Lingling leaned over and pressed it against Ye Yun's ear, exhaling like an orchid.

"You are exposed. In the past, you have always been arrogant and cold... you have never called me sister."

After leaving this sentence, Han Lingling twisted her figure and left here.

Ye Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and she knew that Han Lingling was not simple.

First, he could tell the clues of his identity after a few words.

Moreover, he has never believed in the so-called fate, and just a weak woman wants to kill more than 30 strong men?

This is simply impossible! After a preliminary look, it looks very similar to some kind of evil and barbarian technique! "This person has something, it's far from that simple!"

Ye Yun listed Han Lingling as one of the dangerous people. If nothing happened, he would not want to deal with it.

And if you think about it carefully, it would be a bit scary to think about it.

Nothing happened in the next few days, and it seemed very peaceful.
Chapter completed!