Being Pursued By The Empress, Begging Me To Let Go!

Chapter 412: [Ling Feixue: Your Father Is Dead! 】

Chapter 412: [Ling Feixue: Your father is dead! 】

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"Qingxuan, don't you think this kid looks a bit like a person?"

"I always feel as if I have seen him somewhere before, I don't know if it is an illusion."

Ling Qingxuan was dressed in white and a long sword was tied around his waist. He had an air of immortality, and Ling Moran beside him was also dressed in the same way.

Both of them are disciples of the Ling family. Although they don't have astonishing talents like Ling Feixue, they also have a very high status in the Ling family.

Ever since Ling Feixue was sent to the secret realm as punishment, the young Ling Tianning has been taken care of by two uncles.

However, the talent Ling Tianning showed was too terrifying. In less than a hundred years, he had already broken through to the strength of the Marquis Realm, surpassing his two uncles in the Mahayana Realm.

For a while, the positions of Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran were extremely awkward.

Rather than saying that the two of them took care of Ling Tianning, it would be more appropriate to say that the powerful Ling Tianning was their thug.

After all, even after returning to the Ling family, the two still did not change their habit of drinking flower wine, and often clashed with the children of other families.

At this time, Ling Tianning of the Marquis Realm was like a crushing existence among a group of ignorant and incompetent dudes!

"Well, I also feel that Ling Tianning looks more and more like a person."

"Like the Su Ning brother I met in the Great Song Dynasty in Eastern Wasteland before."

Ling Moran nodded slowly and said, his eyes were full of thoughts, recalling the past.

Back then in Yong'an City in the Great Song Dynasty, Su Ning's alias [Gibard Da Chadson] coaxed many girls to throw themselves into their arms.

Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran were not convinced, but they did not expect that the three of them would finally meet in the prison of Jin Yiwei in Song Dynasty.

Ling Moran took out a picture album in his hand, and the portrait of Su Ning was painted on it.

The ink painting of black pigment dances on the rice paper, depicting the image of Su Ning vividly and vividly.

An angry horse in fresh clothes, with starry eyebrows, just like a noble young man.

Ling Qingxuan stepped forward to take the album, couldn't help but look at it,

"Tsk tsk! I really can't think of Moran."

"I didn't expect you to draw the image of Mr. Su Ning."

"After so many years, you still remember so many details."

Ling Qingxuan couldn't help being amazed at the portrait in Ling Moran's hand.

The two have not seen each other for nearly decades since they parted ways with Su Ning Eastern Wasteland Yong'an City.

Unexpectedly, Ling Moran had such a good memory, and he was able to draw Su Ning's appearance from memory alone.

Holding the portrait, Ling Qingxuan greeted Ling Tianning who was practicing sword,

"Eldest nephew, come here and let uncle see."

"Come here, step in."

Ling Tianning was suddenly called by Ling Qingxuan. Although she was puzzled, she still put down the moves in her hand and rushed towards the defense line of Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran.

He gently put away his [Frost] and sealed it in a special sword box.

This kind of sacred weapon is extremely powerful, and has already produced spiritual intelligence. If it is not kept in a special sword box, it will cause some disasters if it is not kept intact.

"Tian Ning pays respects to Uncle Qingxuan and Uncle Moran."

"I don't know what the two uncles are talking about."

Ling Tianning saluted the two respectfully. Although he was strong enough to crush Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran, he didn't show any arrogance at this time.

Both of them were brought up by general Tian Ning since they were young, and Ling Tian Ning respected them very much.

But today, Ling Tianning was a little surprised by the behavior of the two uncles.

Ling Qingxuan held a picture album in his hand, and Ling Moran on the other side also tilted his head to look at the picture album and Ling Tianning's face repeatedly.

"Well, it does look alike."

"It's almost carved out of a mold."

Ling Qingxuan touched Ling Moran's arm and said,

"Moran, are you sure this painting is not based on our Tianning's painting?"

"Not sure~"

Ling Moran shook his head and said leisurely,

"Because this painting was not drawn by me."

"Who is that?"

"Aside from you and me, who else in our family has seen that kid Su Ning?"

Regarding Ling Moran's answer, Ling Qingxuan said doubtfully.

"Our Little Sister, Ling Feiyan."

"She's seen it too."

"This painting was drawn by her."

Ling Moran replied, and finally sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he remembered something.

My Little Sister Ling Feiyan's love for Su Ning, the two elder brothers have already experienced it when they were in Yong'an City, Song Dynasty.

Ling Feiyan looked at Su Ning with love in his eyes, if not for the presence of his two brothers, maybe Ling Feiyan would have been able to throw Su Ning down on his own initiative.

At that time, the two of them didn't care about Ling Feiyan's love for Su Ning at all. They thought it was just that their little sister was young and ignorant. After a few years of maturity, Ling Feiyan might not even be able to remember who Su Ning was. .

It's just that she didn't expect that after so many years, Ling Feiyan would never forget Su Ning.

"It seems that things are not easy to handle."

"I now suspect that Feixue Little Sister and Feiyan Little Sister like the same person."

Ling Moran analyzed, and Ling Qingxuan beside him was also like a divine enlightenment.

"That's right!"

"Let me just say, why did Feixue Little Sister never say what Tian Ning's father's name is!"

"It turned out to be because of this reason!"

"She's afraid of hitting Feiyan Little Sister!"

Ever since Ling Feixue left the Spirit Sword Sect and returned to the Ling family, he has kept his past and experiences in the Spirit Sword Sect secret.

Even if Ling Feixue's most trusted mother took the initiative to ask, Ling Feixue did not disclose any news about Su Ning.

Later, when Ling Tianning was born, the child kept asking about his biological father's life experience, and Ling Feixue didn't disclose Su Ning's news.

"Isn't my dad already dead?"

"Two uncles, what do you say, why do I feel that I don't understand?"

Ling Tian stared at Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran who were arguing endlessly, showing a very puzzled look.

For as long as he can remember, own has been without his father since childhood.

Ling Tianning has also asked her own mother Ling Feixue own father countless times, and she always gets only one answer.

—Your father is dead.

"What does my father have to do with Aunt Feiyan?"

"Can the two uncles tell me about my father?"

Ling Tianning asked Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran curiously.

In Ling Tianning's eyes, Aunt Ling Feiyan was always second only to her mother's relatives, but she didn't have the slightest impression of the father who didn't even know his name.

Now, suddenly hearing that Own's father actually contacted her aunt, Ling Tianning was a little confused for a while.

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