When the second aunt heard this, her heart suddenly became happy, she still gave birth to her own daughter, she was flexible, she knew how to be flexible, and she knew how to back down.

Who knows, when she was happy, the old man was very dissatisfied with the appearance of the cold porcelain pavilion, and said coldly: "If you give up like this, where is it worthy of the descendants of our Linglong family!" If you are defeated without a fight, I will remove you from your household register! ”

The old man's words made the second aunt and Leng Citing startled, that is to say, this game still has to be fought, but it can't be defeated without a fight, and the household registration will be removed, then it's over!

So, Leng Citing's mood was very depressed, she really couldn't beat it, and if she hit it hard, she would definitely be beaten to death.

She trembled and said, "Mother, if I am killed, you must remember to avenge me!" ”

The second aunt also said with tears in her eyes: "No, my mother will save you!" ”

She is not necessarily Lin Qinghe's opponent, how can she save people? Now, the only thing is to hope that Lin Qinghe can be kind enough to let her go.

But, will Lin Qinghe really be merciful and let her go?

Lin Qinghe stood aside, looking at their mother and daughter with faint eyes, without any dissatisfaction on her face, she didn't urge, just stood quietly, which made the old man praise her.

The cold porcelain pavilion over there cried and cried with the second aunt for a long time, and then it seemed to be as if she had made up her mind, gritting her teeth and stomping her feet, "Cold as frost!" Let the horses come! I'm not afraid of you! ”

Lin Qinghe smiled faintly, "Second sister, then you will be offended." ”

As soon as the words fell, the white silk in her hand roared towards the cold porcelain pavilion, just like a dragon going out to sea, she still only used three layers of skill.

Leng Porcelain Pavilion is similar to Leng Piaopiao's kung fu, so she doesn't have to worry too much at all, and she doesn't need to use too much internal force.

But even so, Leng Porcelain Pavilion still felt very uncomfortable, as if a wall was pressing against her, making her feel breathless.

Pedaling and pedaling, she took four steps back with a face before she could stand firmly.

Leng Citing knew that Lin Qinghe was very powerful, and she had already suffered her big loss last time, but she really didn't expect that Lin Qinghe could be like this.

Lin Qinghe grabbed Bai Aya's hand and moved again, the white silk was as if it was alive, and directly rolled up the cold porcelain pavilion, as soon as Lin Qinghe raised his hand again, the cold porcelain pavilion screamed and flew into the distance, falling more miserably than Leng Piaopiao.

The cold porcelain pavilion fell heavily to the ground, falling like a frog, with its feet facing the sky, very tragic.

A big girl, it was already a shame to be beaten down, but she was lying on the ground, grinning with her teeth, all of them were seen, and she immediately burst into laughter.

The second aunt screamed and pounced, but she remembered the lesson of the third aunt, and did not ask for punishment of Lin Qinghe, but just hugged the cold porcelain pavilion and cried heartily, if she closed her eyes and listened, she really thought that the cold porcelain pavilion had been thrown to death.

Leng Citing struggled in the arms of the second aunt and wanted to stand up, but was covered by the second aunt, and the second aunt whispered while crying: "Daughter, pretend to be dead." ”

Then, the second aunt dragged the cold porcelain pavilion that pretended to be dead to the side, thus avoiding Lin Qinghe's pursuit smoothly.