However, what responded to him was the face and decisive backs of the two people.

The most gloomy trace of pride on Yu Zi'an's face also collapsed, his delicate face was full of shame and anger, his thin lips moved slightly, and the corners of his eyes were faintly wet.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The corners of Ling Luo's lips were slightly hooked, her eyes were extremely clear, and with a gesture of appreciation, she watched the Seventh Young Master, who had been shouting in front of her all day, slowly bend her noble knees, until she knelt completely in front of her.

"I ...... Yu Zi'an. The proud Seventh Young Master took a deep breath and blinked his eyes, trying to suppress the wetness in the corners of his eyes from flooding more and more, "I'm wrong Yu Zi'an, I'm sorry, Miss Ling San." ”

It was obviously a very simple word, but Yu Zi'an seemed to use all his strength before saying it.

Ling Luo looked at this scene, the curvature of the corners of his lips became deeper and deeper, his eyes narrowed slightly, pitch black like a dangerous beast, his thin lips moved slightly, and he spit out two words: "Very good." ”

Yu Zi'an's eyelids drooped slightly, and on his eyelashes, which were not long, a tear of shame appeared.

"Seventh brother, seventh brother, get up." Yu Zilan finally couldn't stand it anymore, felt sorry for her younger brother, and stepped forward to support him.

Yu Zi'an was like a defeated rooster, softened to the bones, with tears on his face, leaning on the body of his sister who loved him the most.

After reaching the end of the road, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his arms, hugged Yu Zilan's body, and began to cry.

Yu Mingshen looked at this uncompetitive little son, and only felt that his old face was lost, but he felt distressed, and all his emotions turned into a heavy sigh after reaching the worst.

"Old General Ling, Yu Mou made you laugh and say goodbye."

Yu Ming clenched his fists, took his pair of children, and turned around and left the Ling Mansion.

The whole banquet hall was peaceful again.

Ling Zhan sat on a high position, although there was a smile on his old face, he was more worried.

"What's wrong with Grandpa? Why do you have to sigh endlessly, aren't you happy? Ling Luo was very puzzled.

"Happy, of course happy." Ling Zhan's eyes, which were precipitated with the wisdom of the years, were unusually clear, and he said in a deep voice, "But Luo'er, you forced Yu Zi'an into a corner, and I'm afraid there will be more rights and wrongs in the future." ”

"Don't be afraid." Ling Luo smiled lightly, "I beat him once he comes, and I teach him twice when he comes twice." ”

Looking at the young and confident plain little face, the melancholy on Ling Zhan's face gradually faded, he was already old, this world was the world of young people.

"There are two months left, and it is the winter entrance exam of Jiulan Academy, Luo'er, you have to step up your cultivation." Ling Zhan didn't forget to advise, "Although our Ling family has won three admission places, if our own strength is too weak, even if we enter the academy, we will be laughed at." ”

Ling Luo nodded and said with a smile, "Grandpa, rest assured, Luo'er has been upgraded to an eighth-order martial artist last night." ”

"Really?" Ling Zhan was overjoyed and stood up suddenly.

The smile on Ling Luo's face was even stronger, and he said, "Naturally, it's true." ”

She was just about to say something when she heard a commotion outside the banquet hall, and a thin female voice faintly came.

"Let me see Grandpa!"

"Let me go in and see grandpa, please, just one side!"

Although it was not very clear, Ling Luo could still hear the unique voice of her vicious eldest sister.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Yue's voice became clearer and clearer, and when Ling Luo turned his head, he saw Ling Zichang who was desperately dragging Ling Yue at the gate of the banquet hall.