Twelve years later, the Ling family.

"Wind."

Wang Ying opened her mouth to stop Ling Mufeng, who had eaten dinner, patted her ass and twisted her stomach as usual, and was about to leave with her legs.

"What's the matter, my mother?"

Ling Mufeng stopped when he heard this, turned his head, blinked his eyes that were also as black as graphite, and asked in a flattering voice.

At the same time, he muttered to himself in his heart: "Ouch, miserable, miserable." Is it time to start preaching again? Spare me, my mother.

Oh my God, I don't know how long it will take this time. I'm unlucky, I don't seem to be okay today—ouch, but don't be because of that......

But even so, today is my birthday, even if I have always lost face, but you are still raising your mouth today, my mother. Can't you just let me go? Even if it's for the sake of this happy day? ”

"Wind ......"

Looking at Ling Mufeng in front of her, Wang Ying wanted to speak and stopped.

A pair of bright eyes suddenly became moist under her unnoticed situation.

Today is Ling Mufeng's twelfth birthday, and it is also the day of the "handover" with Jian Lao.

Yes, the twelve-year covenant in the mouth of the old man is today

Regarding this "handover", Ling Mufeng himself did not know, because before Ling Mufeng was sensible, Jian Lao had come once, in addition to clearly explaining the time, he also specially instructed Ling Xincheng and Wang Ying, telling them that they must not disclose the matters they agreed with them to Ling Mufeng, otherwise, they would not be qualified to see him again since then.

When Jian Lao said this, Ling Xincheng and Wang Ying were honestly tight-lipped.

"Your mother, she doesn't know which tendon is wrong today. You don't have to deal with her. It's not too early, so let's go back to our room early. ”

Ling Xincheng, who was still eating, after realizing Wang Ying's intentions, rushed to Ling Mufeng and pretended to smile when he put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, grinning.

Between the words, Ling Xincheng, who was squeezing and laughing on his face, shook his mouth a few times extremely stiffly. This made his already ugly smile even more different.

Although Ling Xincheng's acting skills were so clumsy, Ling Mufeng, who was still young and had not been deeply involved in the world, did not notice his abnormality because of this.

Not far from Ling Xincheng's right side, the black-haired girl who was reading a book in the distance suddenly raised her small head after hearing his words. Sakura pursed her lips lightly, and shouted as she turned her face to him: "Bad daddy, don't say bad things about your mother!" ”

This lovely black-haired girl is the child of the playful woman, Ling Mengxue.

Thinking back to the beginning, the last words of the playful woman before her death were to entrust the newborn baby in her arms, Ling Mengxue, to Ling Mufeng and ask him to take care of her for the rest of her life.

At that time, Wang Ying tearfully agreed to her extremely unreasonable and capricious entrustment.

After all, at that time, she could only choose so.

As for this doll, Ling Mengxue herself completely refused after learning about it. And this made Wang Ying very relieved, after all, she belonged to a very old-fashioned kind of woman's family, and she disagreed with this combination.

Although she has no blood relationship with him, in the final analysis, it is all her own family.

Those who don't know are gossips.

This is what Wang Ying, Ling Xincheng, who often agrees with this matter, said.

On the other hand, Ling Mufeng himself was extremely appreciative of this matter, after all, he had always liked her. Although he didn't know what love was now, he wanted her to always be by his side so that he could protect himself......

"Good, good, don't say, don't say. Cher is obedient, not angry. ”

When Ling Xincheng heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately smiled. As he spoke, he stretched out his broad, warm right hand and gently rubbed the girl's head.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Ling Xincheng, who was full of joy, said to himself: "Fortunately, even if I don't have a son, I still have a daughter here." I still have my little baby Mengxue. ”

It is precisely because of Ling Mengxue's existence that Ling Xincheng and Wang Ying did not have a second child - they really regarded Ling Mengxue as their own child from the bottom of their hearts.

Wang Ying, after glancing deeply at her son Ling Mufeng, for a moment, seemed to feel that she couldn't suppress the tears dripping in her eyes, and she was also afraid that Ling Mufeng would be suspicious when she saw this, and she could only choose to turn around and stop looking at him.

At the moment when Wang Ying turned around on the spot, the clear tears that gathered into a stream in her inky eyes couldn't stop sliding out of her eyes.

Wang Ying, whose nose was slightly red, forced a calm tone when she raised her head to look up, and said in a choked voice: "No...... It's all right. You...... You, go back to your room quickly, mother and I are here, it's already ...... It's okay. ”

"Oh, thank you, Mother." After Ling Mufeng heard that he could leave now, he hurriedly said happily, "Mother, please rest quickly, sleep enough and have a good skin." Erchen will retire first and see you back. ”

Ling Mufeng, who was rough and leafy, did not notice the abnormality of his mother's change from normal. After habitually complimenting his mother, he walked away.

"Mother! You...... Why are you crying? ”

Ling Mengxue glanced at Wang Ying who was beginning to wipe her tears, and when she reached her with a shocked face, she frowned and asked eagerly.

Wang Ying rubbed her bloodshot eyes a few times with her delicate and fair palms, and replied in a sobbing voice while pretending to smile: "It's okay, my mother is fine, Xue'er is good, continue to read." This sand, why does it always get into my eyes today, oops, this is really ......"

"Oh, it's sand."

When Ling Mengxue heard this, she believed it. After all, she never thought that her beloved mother would deceive her.

…………

It was late at night.

Here, Ling Mufeng fell asleep as if nothing had happened, as in the past. Although it was his birthday today, apart from an extraordinarily sumptuous dinner, it was no different from a normal day.

Everything seemed so peaceful.

On the other side, Wang Ying, who was lying on the couch, couldn't sleep because of the things in her heart, crying endlessly.

The son will be gone, will the mother not mourn?

On her side, Ling Xincheng, who was also with tears in his eyes, looked up at the beam above his head and kept silent. In my heart, there are thousands of thoughts.

Indignation, unwilling feelings, after a long absence, rose again in this man's heart.

As a father, he can't even protect his own children, which is undoubtedly the biggest failure for a man.

Ling Xincheng hated it, hated it. He hated himself, and he hated the merciless way of the world even more.

Where is the royal law? What is the principle of heaven? Where is justice?

Ling Xincheng: Why did this happen, why did such a thing happen to me!

However, despite his current indignation, chagrin, and abuse of the injustice of this world. However, I have to say that over the years, relying on the property given by the sword elder, he has lived a very comfortable and pleasant life, and it is extremely nourishing. It is not the same as the days when he wasted his strength in the early years and worked hard to protect his family's business.

After all, since then, their Ling family has never been worried about money again. Even if he didn't do anything every day, there was still a lot of gold and silver for Ling Xincheng to squander everywhere.

This forced traitor seeks glory, and Ling Xincheng can do it safely.

Soon, the wee hours of the morning came quietly.

At the moment of zero o'clock, above the Ling family's compound, an old man dressed in white appeared.

The sword is old, and it is coming as scheduled.

Under the night, the sword elder standing in the void was like a god descending from the sky.

Jian Lao, after sweeping a glance to the room where Ling Mufeng was sleeping, when the light in his eyes flowed, he moved his right hand and stretched it forward—towards the room where Ling Mufeng was, and waved it indifferently like Haidilao Yue.

In the blink of an eye, Jian Lao's seemingly futile void wave of the moon saw a miraculous effect—in the palm of his right hand, which was originally empty, a bright and smooth transparent bubble suddenly appeared as the movement settled.

At this moment, in the palm of Jian Lao's right hand, in the bubble that was only half the size of a palm, a small and delicate bed was standing in shock, and on this beautifully carved wooden bed, a young man named Ling Mufeng was lying in the middle, drooling and falling asleep.

"Huh? This deep demonic aura...... Is it a descendant of the ancient demon Hesheli (one of the five great demon kings of the Henggu period, who died in the "War of the Gods" 70 million years ago)?

Hiss~ Why did that woman's descendants appear here? It's not normal, she's not...... But this deep demonic aura that reveals a hint of enchantment in the depths can't be wrong, it's hers. After so many years, I will never admit my mistake.

I just paid attention to the kid who was living in the wolf before, but I didn't care about her......

Hmph, if you want to come and practice alone, I'm afraid it's really difficult to succeed. If there is no one to take care of everything, I'm afraid it won't work. Well...... Tsk, but she's not in a hurry here, let's get the kid done first. ”

Jian Lao, while talking to himself, his divine power worked, and with the transparent bubble where Ling Mufeng was, it seemed to disappear into the moonlight of Amaterasu.

…………

"Hmm~ I feel like I've slept well this night. Woo~ It's so comfortable. ”

Lying on the bed, Ling Mufeng, whose eyes were not open, yawned and talked to himself, and sat up again.

When he got dressed in a daze and was about to get out of bed and put on his shoes, he was suddenly stunned to find that the place he was in was not in his room at all! And it's not in your own home at all!

In the blink of an eye, by looking around him, Ling Mufeng determined a plausible fact - he was in his sleep, and he was transported by someone to this barren land that seemed to be deserted and uninhabited at some point!

Right now, the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds and rocks, and the scene was barren and barren, and Ling Mufeng was completely stunned in just an instant.

"This ...... What's going on? I wipe my tears, where am I? Can anyone tell me what was born? What about my family? Where's my room? How did I get here? ”

Ling Mufeng, whose face was full of disbelief, rubbed his eyes with both hands vigorously when he was stunned.

However, no matter how much he rubbed it, his eyes were the same scenery - he was in the wasteland, and in front of him, in addition to the yellow-brown soil all over the ground, there were overgrown weeds and rocks.

No one is nowhere to be found, no one is seen.