Since Lin Zhiwei entered the training camp, Nanyu has almost eaten and lived in the sanda field, this field was covered by Ling Ziheng and is no longer open to the public, Nanyu almost opened his eyes and began to train, in order to regain muscle memory.

Calculating the time, it will be two weeks at most, and Lin Zhiwei's training camp life will be over, and the little ancestor will end the retreat, so he will naturally come to accept his training results.

Reined in the old days, Nanyu has become a little taciturn recently, and occasionally Pei Xi comes to see him, but he only talks a few words shallowly, and no longer laughs and jokes.

After watching Lin Zhiwei's live performance last night, I started my regular training after getting up early in the morning, repeating the drill against the sandbag, until I felt that the breath behind me became urgent and solidified, and I turned around sharply and saw a man standing by the door with a dog's tail grass in his mouth.

The man had a small braid on the back of his head, although he was not tall, but his face was delicate, and he looked at him with his hands folded.

Nanyu saw him with a "buzz" in his head, and the collapsing strings broke in an instant, and he looked nervously at the man who was approaching him step by step.

The man laughed lightly, "Xiao Nannan, don't you know me, can't you think that your internal strength is wasted, and your brain is also wasted?" ”

The man's steps were so light that he was silent when he stepped on the ground, and the mellow internal breath forced Nanyu to retreat, and only when the man walked in front of him did Nanyu speak, "Wind manager." ”

"It's called goggles." The dog's tail grass in the man's mouth was raised, obviously dissatisfied with the title.

"Nanyu doesn't dare." Nanyu bowed his head.

The goggles didn't embarrass him, and glanced at the entire training ground, but the equipment was not bad, and he must have been practicing well recently.

Nanyu hung his head, his face gradually sank, the lord had ordered, when the wind chief appeared, it was the time to come.

"Come on, hit me." The goggles raised their eyebrows and challenged Nanyu.

Nanyu raised his eyes, looking panicked.

"I said, hit me." The goggles looked a little impatient, this guy really has a bad brain, and his ears are also back, and he really learned to eat, drink and joke with Xiao Linzi.

Nanyu clenched his fists, held his breath, and attacked the wind goggles without hesitation with his memory.

The goggles smacked gently, and with just one finger, he easily followed the next punch, his body did not move half a minute, and pushed his punch away, Nanyu immediately fell to the ground, "The recovery is okay." ”

Fengjing tried his strength, and as far as people who have no internal breath are concerned, Nanyu can be regarded as the top.

Nanyu's face was lonely, it was still like this, even before, he couldn't get close to the side of the goggle for half a step, and now that his internal breath was completely destroyed, he was even more powerless to resist.

"You can't show me this face, and there are only a handful of people who can beat me in country M." The goggles read through his mind.

Nanyu pursed his lips, he just knew it, so he felt that it was too late for him to practice even more.

"Do you know why I'm here?" Goggles asked.

"Hmm."

"That's good, it's almost time, where is Xiaolinzi, when her game is over, take grandpa and me over."

"Yes."

After Fengjing finished speaking, he turned around, and saw that Nanyu did not move, and his tone was unpleasant, "You can't invite grandpa to dinner, what's the matter, the previous relationship is in vain." ”

"Uh-oh." Nanyu followed at this time.

*

Ling's Building.

Ling Ziheng waited for Lin Zhiwei's second performance to end, so he returned to Ling's early in the morning, and after dealing with the morning meeting, the phone rang.

He glanced at the number and quickly picked it up.

"There's a move over there." The voice changer used by the person on the other end of the phone hung up after saying four words.

Ling Ziheng held the phone, his eyebrows became tighter and tighter, it was almost time to start, and the time to close the net had come.

Sure enough, half an hour later, I received another phone call.

"You give me back immediately, I've really indulged you to do whatever you want over the years, you think you have the ability to hide in Huaguo, I order you, now give me back to country A." The man on the other end of the phone had a loud voice, but it was full of anger.

"Mr. Ling, forgive me for interrupting, there is no so-called order between you and me, please pay attention to the wording." Ling Ziheng replied mercilessly.

"Rebel son, you are my son regardless of life or death, and now that Ling Zixiao is crazy, you can sit back and watch it like this? Don't think you can escape, I'm dead, you're next, he's a madman, a madman! ”

"The madman is also your son, your problems, solve them yourself, what does it have to do with me."

"Oh, don't forget that your mother is still in my hands." The man's voice suddenly turned, stabbing Ling Ziheng's heart like a knife.

"If you dare to touch her, you will die." Ling Ziheng coldly spit out these words, but his hand was deeply embedded in the table, reflecting a deep palm mark.

"Heh, I'm dead, with her to be buried, it's not lonely on the Huangquan Road."

"What do you want?"

"When you come back, Ling Zixiao naturally doesn't dare to act rashly, your mother will be safe, otherwise...... Heh, you know the consequences. Ling Xiaoyun hung up the phone, leaving no room for it.

A castle in a distant country A.

The gloomy room was so cold that Caesar couldn't help but scream twice in a restless mood.

Ling Xiaoyun hung up the phone, but the old man's face was sinister.

The gray-eyed man on the side, with a faint look of displeasure, hugged Caesar and stroked its little head.

"I tricked him here, what about the promise you promised?" Ling Xiaoyun's greedy eyes couldn't be hidden.

Ling Zixiao sneered and threw a bag to him.

"Is that enough?" Ling Xiaoyun cautiously opened the bag and looked at the contents in his eyes, obviously not believing him.

"With these, the handles of several elders in the Nameless Realm are all in your hands." Ling Zixiao looked at him with disdain, and lowered his head to Caesar, he didn't want to see the ugly face of the so-called father opposite.

If he hadn't been the only one who could trick Ling Ziheng over, he would have locked him in a water prison a long time ago, tortured day and night, and watched his whole body festering to death.

Ling Xiaoyun straightened out his expensive suit and got up, "Two useless things, I know that I need to spend some time on boring things, if you can be a little useful, I still need to work so hard, it's a shame to give birth to you." ”

Before the end fell, Ling Zixiao pinched his throat, his hand was slender and weak, seemingly boneless, but it was white and translucent, his face was expressionless, Ling Xiaoyun was panting violently, almost suffocating.

"Let me remind you, Ling Xiaoyun, you can still live here now, not because you contributed sperm to give birth to me, nor because I am afraid of you, your armed forces, you only need me to send ten people to easily destroy, you can live, but I still need you to deal with Ling Ziheng, first him, then you, in order, this is the rule."

Ling Xiaoyun's face gradually turned pale from red to purple because he couldn't breathe, he struggled hard, but found that the force added to his neck was surprisingly great, he could only stare at the man in front of him to calm down.

Ling Zixiao felt that it was almost over, and if she went down again, Ling Xiaoyun would die, so she let go, picked up the wet towel on the table and wiped her hands, it was so dirty that she felt dirty even when she looked at it.

Ling Xiaoyun slipped down and fell to the ground coughing violently, wanting to scold but unable to say a word.