Chapter 898: Old Lady Bai!

As the oldest families since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Bai family and the Xue family have a striking similarity in their development history.

But there is a world of difference between Old Lady Bai and Old Lady Xue.

Old Man Xue is upright and peaceful, and he has walked solidly all his life, not crossing the thunder pool, nor jumping out of the rules.

The old lady Bai went off the rails with his sword, and he was full of evil spirit.

His son, the man who was respectfully called Boss Bai by the people in the circle back then. He is also the devil of genius. If it weren't for the short life. How can Yanjing have room for Han Zhenbei to cross and close?

The Xue family has many descendants. But it took four generations to produce a Xue Baiya. The Bai family is stronger from generation to generation. Boss Bai's wrists are amazing, and the Empress of the Chen family are the two most dazzling stars of the year. It's a pity that God is jealous of talents. Whether it was Boss Bai or the Empress of the Chen family, they all died young. Never cast a brilliant destiny.

The grandson of Old Lady Bai, the son of Boss Bai, Bai Twelve. As early as the age of three, he showed a natural prodigy. Everything can be learned at once. Otherwise, it would be impossible to learn the guqin for the first time, so Lin Ze and Liu Wen were stunned.

In the eyes of many old people, the Bai family is one of the three masters. Except for the old lady Bai who is a thief who is old and does not die, Boss Bai died early. Bai Twelve is also a sick seedling. It's really fateful, and it makes people pinch cold sweat.

Today, the old lady Bai, who is more low-key than the Bai family, is over a hundred years old. Seventy-three-eighty-four is a hurdle, and after a hundred, it is considered against the sky.

Old lady Xue is against the sky. Old lady Bai is also against the sky. This pair of old people who witnessed the glory of China are still alive and live a thrilling life.

Creak.

A wooden door was pushed open, making a grinding sound. Merlin stepped into the threshold with his heart in his hand.

His face ached, and his heart hurt even more.

He has followed the Bai family since the generation of Old Lady Bai. witnessed the pinnacle of the Bai family, and also witnessed the glory of Boss Bai. Now, he has to accept the cowardice of the White Twelve.

No, he can't accept it. He couldn't take it. The descendants of the Bai family are not like this, and they should not be like this!

So here he comes...

Come to this room where an old man he has never dared to look at in his life.

This room is as simple as it gets. There is a bed on the upper floor of the room. The outer layer is a rocking chair. On the rocking chair, there was an old man dressed in simple white. The old man's body really didn't match his age. Even if he was lying down, he could see that his body was extremely large. A half-meter-long white hair was scattered on the rocking chair. The face is crawling with furrow-like wrinkles. Your hands will naturally hang down on the armrests of your rocking chair. With the slight shaking of the rocking chair, it sways back and forth. It gives people the illusion of bewitchment.

The old man closed his eyes. Breathe steadily, as if in a state of deep sleep.

Merlin walked lightly to a stop about three meters away from the rocking chair, not daring to disturb the old man at all. Just stand quietly and wait.

He didn't know how long he had waited, and when his legs went numb from nervousness, the old man in the rocking chair finally made a sound.

Hoary. Turbidity. It's cool.

"Xiaomei."

It's like a declarative sentence, and it's like an interrogative sentence. Anyway, Merlin's head hung slightly when the old man spoke. Even his waist bent down, and he hurriedly responded: "Yes." Master. ”

The old man still closed his eyes and shook his head, and spit out two words in an old tone: "Say it." ”

Cold sweat oozed from Merlin's palms slightly, he gritted his teeth, and his voice trembled slightly: "Master, I'm unwilling." ”

"Hmm." The old man uttered a simple syllable. There are no superfluous words.

"Wanjun doesn't take me seriously at all." Merlin said. There wasn't much hatred in the words. It's not like a small report.

The inner meaning of his words pointed directly to Bai Twelve.

It is precisely because of Bai Twelve's cowardice and uselessness that there will be the rise of Bai Wanjun. Merlin believed that what he said, the lord would understand.

The old man still shook his rocking chair and let out a soft "um". Close your eyes and rest.

"Sir. You leave the Bai family to her to take care of. It's not convenient for me to say anything. But now you've even given her the decision-making power to make decisions about the organization, and I-"

"She has the ability." The old man spat out a few words in a muddy voice.

"I know." Beads of sweat oozed from Merlin's forehead, as if he was afraid of disturbing the old man, and spoke extremely cautiously. "It's just—is it going to go on like this? Could it be that she has always been in control of the Bai family and the organization? ”

"You were beaten by her?" The old man asked slowly.

“――”

Merlin's body trembled slightly, and he quickly explained, "I didn't do it because I was beaten. ”

"I know." The old man's tone was as calm as a machine. There was no fluctuation at all.

"Master, is she holding too much power?" Merlin asked softly.

"It's pretty big." The old man said.

"If so—"

"Are you worried that I'm going to die suddenly?"

"Merlin doesn't dare!"

Thump!

Merlin fell to his knees, a thick cold sweat oozing from his forehead. His tone trembled, "Merlin is just worried..."

"You left back then. It's just curiosity. The old man's body shook slightly back and forth, and said. Can't change it? ”

Merlin's lips pursed slightly, but he didn't know how to respond.

"Get up." The old man said slowly. "It's not too young. Don't kneel down without moving. ”

"Yes, sir." Merlin stood up, raised his head slightly, and whispered. "Someone has been arranged for the European side to take over. The shark's death didn't bring much volatility. On the contrary, the plan for Southeast Asia has gone awry. ”

"Wanjun's plan is good. It's just that you guys don't do well. The old man said.

"And now—"

"Ask her."

"But—"

"No, but." The old man said slowly.

"Yes. Master. Merlin hung his head slightly.

The room fell silent again.

Merlin came once and mustered up courage. He didn't want to leave too soon. I don't know how long he hesitated, he finally asked, "Master, where is Lin Teng?" Why hasn't there been any news of him for more than 20 years? ”

The old man said slowly. "Wan Hai also asked."

Merlin frowned slightly when he heard this.

It seems that Wan Hai, like himself, has no intention of giving up.

Wan Hai didn't give up. It's because it's his life's work. And himself, Merlin clenched his fists. This is his regret!

Back then, he delayed the Battle of Eagle Peak because of other things. Failed to compete with Lin Teng. Even if he could have expected the result. But for Merlin, if he doesn't give it a try, how can he be willing?

He has lived for most of his life, and his sense of victory and defeat has not weakened. That's why I asked.

"Can you—" Merlin asked tentatively.

He wanted to know. He felt that Wan Hai should know. No, not to think, but to know for sure!

Why would Wan Hai know? That must have been what the old man told him!

"Aren't you going to kill his son?" The old man opened his eyes without warning!

That's a pair of eyes that make people scared from the bottom of their bones!

It's like an endless abyss, and it's like a Shura hell. These eyes contain something that Merlin will never finish reading in his life. As soon as he touched the old man's eyes. Merlin was shocked by an electric shock. Busy looking away. Lowered his head and said, "Yes." ”

"Kill." The old man said emotionlessly. "When it really gets to that point, you don't need to look for him, he will take the initiative to show up. But don't be on the wedding anniversary of the twelve. ”

Merlin clenched his fists and nodded heavily, "Yes!" ”

The old man closed his eyes again.

Seeing this, Merlin bent over and slowly exited the room that made him extremely nervous.

Creak.

Creak.

The swinging chair is a bit larger than before. The wooden handrail was gently squeezed between his fingers, as if the name Lin Teng had made the old man's mood no longer calm.

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