Dragon Snatcher!

Ling Yun's fingers bent, and suddenly a white light flashed, which had already sucked this person in front of him, instantly grabbed this person's neck, and fanned wildly with his right hand, and soon this person was unconscious.

Suddenly, a person snatched the eight-thorn dragon spear from the hand of the soldier in front of the door, and directly penetrated Ling Yun's chest, and blood slowly flowed out.

Ling Yun finally smiled, but it wasn't a human smile, it was more like a devil, more like a god of death.

Just a smile had already made the Ling family disciple holding the spear stand on end, cold sweat flowed, his hands trembled, and his heart was terrified.

Ling Yun grabbed the other party's hand and moved forward step by step, the spear was inserted deeper, and Ling Yun walked in front of this person as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Stop!"

Click!

This person's throat had been crushed by Ling Yun.

Looking up, a man wearing a purple robe who looked to be about thirty years old walked out, this person had domineering eyebrows, a high nose, eyes like an eagle, and a body as fierce as a tiger.

The surroundings were already in chaos, and the disciples of the Ling family who fell to the ground, some were motionless, some were wailing and crying, as long as they were still awake, everyone's eyes were filled with endless horror.

Is this still Lingyun seven years ago?

Is this still the waste they bully at will?

What did he go through in seven years?

He is not a human at all, he is a demon who has returned from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!

"Carry them all in!" Beijian said coldly.

Out of the dozen or so soldiers, hurriedly carried the severed hands and feet, the wailing constantly, and the guy who had completely fainted and died into the Ling Mansion.

"Lingyun, come in with me. Bei Jianhan glanced at Ling Yun, turned around and walked behind his back, without reproach or angry reprimand, his voice was very flat.

This is the Ling family, a family that is very ruled, but does not abide by the rules.

Pulling out the thorny dragon spear and throwing it aside, the bleeding was temporarily sealed by Ling Yun with the qi veins in his body, and the blood on his hands and face was still slowly flowing, but this blood did not belong to Ling Yun.

Ling Yun picked up his mother's ashes, didn't even look at the other younger generation disciples of the Ling family, followed behind Bei Jianhan, and walked into the Ling Mansion after a seven-year absence.

In the past seven years, the Ling family has not changed at all, but it seems to be more lively.

The biggest festival of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the world is this Spring Festival, which is also the day of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty thousands of years ago.

"I want to see the lord of the city. Ling Yun followed behind Bei Jianhan and said calmly and coldly.

"He's your father. ”

"He's not!"

"There are some things, you have to admit!" Bei Jianhan glanced back at Ling Yun.

Ling Yun chose to remain silent and did not continue the topic.

Bei Jianhan did not take Ling Yun to see Ling Feng, but took Ling Yun to the Dragon Phoenix Pavilion, then took out a jade bottle from his arms and threw it to Ling Yun, saying, "I'll take you to see the general later!"

Ling Yun didn't speak, he took the jade bottle, he knew that this was called Ice and Snow Jade Dew, and it was an elixir for healing injuries in the army.

Half an hour later, two little girls who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old waited for Ling Yun to put on her new silk clothes.

There is a row of bookshelves in the room, and even every book on this shelf is placed in the same place as it was seven years ago, and the whole room is so clean that you can be sure that someone will always clean it, and it will not mess up even the slightest.

The people of the Ling family made Ling Yun hate it and at the same time, they had to admire every thing and every detail they did.

Perhaps they knew seven years ago that Ling Yun would definitely return in the future.

Ling Yun sneered.

I took out a copy of "The Treatise on Soldiers" from the bookshelf and read it slowly.

Reading is also a compulsory lesson for the people of the Ling family, and from the bones, the people of the Ling family seem to be very eager for knowledge and reading.

It's been seven years, and Ling Yun still vaguely remembers all the military formations, training methods, and marching methods in the "Theory of Soldiers", so although this military book is obscure, Ling Yun has no obstacles to reading.

"You're here. Ling Yun gently closed the "Treatise on Soldiers" and looked ahead, there was a black cat lying on a carpet, all black in its body, only its eyes were blood-red.

"I've been following you all the time. The black cat made a hoarse and old voice, and the talking cat, if anyone in the Ling family saw it, it might feel incredible.

"I will deliver on my promise. ”

"That's good!"

The black cat stood up, but what was surprising was that he actually had a lame leg, limped to Ling Yun's side, and then jumped on his shoulder, and the next moment he had already disappeared.

Except for Ling Yun, maybe no one could see him at this moment.

The afterglow gradually dissipated, and a little girl knocked lightly on the door and said, "Young Master Yun, the Peking University people asked you to wait outside the Welcome Pavilion." ”

"Got it!" Ling Yun put the "Treatise on Soldiers" in his hand on the bookshelf and gently sorted it out, this is the habit of every person in the Ling family, even if Ling Yun has been away for seven years, it still hasn't changed.

The little girl walked up to Ling Yun, sorted out Ling Yun's clothes, and then withdrew.

In the Lingfu Welcome Pavilion, there are already nearly 100 people sitting in their places.

"Lingyun!"

Some elders of the Ling family saw him, they hadn't seen Ling Yun for seven years, they had only grown taller, but they were thinner and thinner, and that miserable white face might make people feel heartache.

But at least it won't be these people.

They smiled with a polite smile when they saw Ling Yun, maybe among these people were the parents of those Ling family disciples who were beaten to death by Ling Yun in the morning.

Ridiculous etiquette.

"Ling Yun has returned, and it is rumored that his strength is strong, it seems that there will be adventures in the next seven years, and now he has become a threat to the eldest prince. ”

"Lingyun must die, but today is the New Year's family banquet, don't forget to fight, besides, we are elders, so it's inconvenient to make a move. A fat man in a brocade robe sneered and glanced at Ling Yun outside the Welcome Pavilion.

"If I'm not mistaken, Ling Yun's return this time may have something to do with that adult, although this son is small, he has a shrewd heart. A woman in her thirties said in a deep voice.

"There is only one place, and Ling Yun must not be allowed to get it. ”

......

At the beginning of the family banquet, Ling Yun, who was standing outside the welcome pavilion, saw Ling Feng again after seven years, wearing a seven-stage splendid python robe, with beautiful eyes and eyebrows, an angular face, but elegant demeanor with a hint of wisdom.

Perhaps, he really doesn't look like a general, but more like a wise scholar and mage or a famous scholar of Confucianism, but what does this have to do with himself?

Ling Yun sneered in his heart.

He is no longer a member of the Ling family, so he is not qualified to participate in their family banquet.

And Ling Yun didn't feel that there was anything to be proud of as a member of the Ling family.

Behind such a calm and harmonious family banquet, there are countless ugliness hidden.

The sky is getting dark, the stars are like buckets, looking up at the sky and sad to stay.

Above the sky?

What will it be?