In an instant, just when Ling Xincheng, who was frightened by the dragon and burst into tears, his eyes were open, his face was getting more frightened and he was about to speak, and the old sword who was facing him didn't look back, just waved his right arm back lightly and casually, and the menacing and imposing dragon was like a moving doll that had been pressed the pause button, and his body froze instantly, and he couldn't move forward.

At this moment, the behemoth's originally vicious and mad eyes suddenly became shocked.

In an instant, with the five fingers of the sword elder's right hand, the sword elder swung lightly like a swimming fish's tail, and behind his body, a huge dragon beast as huge as a flying mountain, his body suddenly ignited.

But in the blink of an eye, the dragon that was on fire all over its body and froze its body was burned to ashes by the red flames that rose all over its body.

A fresh breeze blew, and the dragon, which turned into ashes, drifted away without a trace in the wind.

If Ling Xincheng looked down at this time, then he would definitely find that he was standing above the terrifying 10,000-meter-high sky at this moment—under his feet in the void, the mountains were like insects, eagles and birds soaring, and the white clouds were drifting slowly.

"Old man, I just want to prove with my actions that every word I say next is not a lie. Old man, I'm not joking with you. ”

Jian Lao, who had a straight waist and a beard held high, said in a solemn voice with a solemn face when he put his left hand on the back of his back: "Ling Lang is extraordinary, I think you have already known a thing or two from the vision that accompanied him when he came into the world. And now you see that the blue energy that flows through his body is something that you ordinary people do not have. You may not believe it. The world you are in has reached the last moment of life and death, and the one with the most hope of saving this world is Ling Lang. ”

After his words fell, the old sword who no longer started to brush his beard stared directly at Ling Xincheng in front of him with his slightly cloudy brown eyes, as if he was looking at something like an eagle falcon.

"Hmm~"

Ling Xincheng, who was stared at by the old sword and felt a little hairy in his heart, swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily.

After a moment, his brain came back to his senses, and he finally figured out what he should do—Ling Xincheng rushed towards Jian Lao, and nodded one after another like a chicken pecking rice: "I believe it!" I believe it! Whatever you say, I believe it! It's true! It's true! ”

Although what Jian Lao said seemed a bit nonsense to Ling Xincheng, he didn't think that the god-like old man in front of him would be bored enough to make such a fireworks, just to deceive himself as a mere mortal fool.

"The children can be taught. Twelve years, which is the time for both of you to raise this son. Twelve years later, this son will be taken by me. From then on, everything about him will be in my hands, and you will no longer have the right to interfere with it. ”

Seeing this, Jian Lao nodded with great satisfaction and said.

When Ling Xincheng heard this, his face was shocked. After staring at the child in his arms, he turned his head to look at the old man in front of him again when he was crying.

Looking at the sword elder in front of him, who was not angry and arrogant, Ling Xincheng with tears in his eyes, said with tears in his eyes: "This ...... This...... Okay, okay. I listen to you. ”

Between the words, Ling Xincheng nodded very subduedly towards the sword elder.

Although he was extremely reluctant, angry, and annoyed that his child was going to be taken away, he knew that he had no choice but to do so.

The dragon that had just been wiped out was still vividly in his mind, and Ling Xincheng asked himself, he didn't want to be like that talented dragon at all, turning into ashes and disappearing with the wind.

Of course, more importantly, Ling Xincheng knew that even if he turned into ashes, he couldn't change anything. He recognized the look in the old man's eyes.

It was a merciless look. It was an unshakable firmness, and it made Ling Xincheng know that the old man in front of him would not give up what he wanted to do because of a few tears of his own.

At the same time, Ling Xincheng was indeed deeply afraid of the Sword Elder in front of him, and he also almost instinctively chose to succumb to the Sword Elder.

Before this, Ling Xincheng, who was a foreign businessman, had also been fortunate enough to meet some cultivators like Jian Lao. However, in his opinion, those guys, compared to the old man in front of him at this moment, it is really the gap between the dripping water and the sea before!

With the hand that rushed to the sword to destroy the dragon, Ling Xincheng was completely sure of the idea in his heart.

Of course, in fact, the gap between the two is much worse than he judged.

"Luckily, I have 12 years left to take care of my child. During these years I ......"

Ling Xincheng, who succumbed to the invincible strength of the sword old man, thought like this.

In this way, he comforted himself with the unsettling indignation and unconcealable sadness in his heart.

In an instant, before Ling Xincheng, who was secretly self-conscious, could recover from his deep thoughts, he and the two Jian Lao returned to the delivery room where they were together.

Ling Xincheng, who found that the surrounding scene had changed again, stopped thinking in his heart, and then, driven by almost instinct, Ling Xincheng turned his head to look around again.

With just a glance, Ling Xincheng could see that he was now back in his home. And the next glance, he was shocked to find that his heart for the Yiren had changed compared to before.

On the soft bed of the wooden bed, Wang Ying, who was still lying on her stomach in the arms of a playful woman to keep her freeze, was still pale and haggard at the right time, and at this moment, for some reason, her complexion had become as ruddy and shiny as before.

And from the bright eyes that vaguely revealed from her playful woman's crisp breasts, Ling Xincheng saw the brightness of the past.

In addition, Wang Yingshicai's messy blue hair was caused by childbirth, and somehow, it was now placed on her lightly drooping shoulders in an orderly manner.

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From all kinds of signs, Ling Xincheng could see that his and her whole spirit had completely recovered in the short two or three minutes since he left.

Somehow, though, it's a good thing.

Just when Ling Xincheng, who was full of doubts and had a happy face, thought to himself, the sonorous voice of Jian Lao came from his ears, although it was vicissitudes.

"Just now, I have used secret techniques to make love get rid of the tired and unfinished pain. And let her stay young forever, so that she will be free of illness within a hundred years. In addition, the gold, silver, and jewels in the granary can be regarded as some compensation for you and your husband. Although they may seem so insignificant compared to the child you hold dear. But forgive the old man, that's all he can do. ”

After Ling Xincheng heard Jian Lao's words, he suddenly turned his head to look at Jian Lao. However, at this glance, he couldn't see the dignity of the sword elder - the sword elder who was standing upright in front of him was quietly disappeared without realizing it.

As Jian Lao's voice fell silent, in an instant, the time that was frozen and solidified passed again.

At the same time, those flowers, grasses, insects, birds, snakes, rats, people and horses who are stuck in a freeze frame because of the suspension of time, everything will be acted again.

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Twelve years of time is not fast, but it is fast, but it is also extremely fast. After all, what seems like a lot of time every day will make people feel like a blink of an eye after they have spent it all—ah, this day seems to be a blink of an eye. A year on, the same is true. Ten years have passed, why not?

The past time, looking back, can not be more than a snap of a finger.

He was a baby boy earlier, but in the blink of an eye, he was already a young man. Moreover, he also has his own name - "Ling Mufeng".

In the past twelve years, a lot of things have happened in this small Ling family compound.

During this period, when Ling Xincheng froze the time, he saw that the matter of Jian Lao was explained to Wang Ying one by one.

At first, Wang Ying, who was heartbroken because her son was going away, washed her face with tears all day long.

However, no matter how much she cried, it didn't help. As the saying goes, destiny is hard to disobey.

Either way, she had no choice but to accept it in the end.

She understands it, too.

In the end, although she was still unwilling, she could only choose to accept it calmly. After all, life still has to go on. She didn't want to just fall in front of her two most important men, she told herself to be good. In these twelve years, I will dedicate my best self to the one I love the most.

In those twelve years, the playful woman and Na Ling Tuohai passed away very unfortunately.

Soon after Ling Mufeng was born, the playful woman who was envious of him soon became pregnant. She spent the pregnancy safely in October, but her body suddenly became ill when she was about to give birth. In the end, she insisted on giving birth to the child in her womb and died in the delivery room.

The baby girl born by the playful woman resembles her very much - the baby girl who has grown up slightly looks to others as a copy of her mother.

That look, giving people the illusion that she is her mother herself! She was simply born through the fetal womb and broke her shell!

The girl's left shoulder has the same black mark as the playful woman's.

This seems strange and terrible to others, and it is even an ominous black mark, like that of a playful woman, it cannot be erased, nor can it be washed off, and it cannot even be scraped off - the knife cuts the skin and grows, and the mark appears with the skin.

The girl was named "Ling Mengxue" by his father Ling Tuohai, and it is reported that the name of the playful woman is also called "Mengxue", and her name is "He Mengxue".

After the death of his beloved wife, Ling Tuohai couldn't accept the indisputable reality that his wife suddenly died in a blink of an eye, causing him to become a little mentally abnormal. Later, when Ling Mengxue was four years old, she died in an accident.

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