Chapter Seventy-One: Rescued

"Retreat!"

After discovering that there was no one in the prison, Lin Yun immediately sent a retreat signal, and the group of six people quickly left the City Lord's Mansion and waited for the others in the agreed place.

After a while, other people in black rushed over one after another, and to Lin Yun's relief, no one was injured.

"Brother Lin Yun, have you rescued people so quickly?"

"Brother Lin Yun, we're having a good time!Why did we retreat so quickly?"

............

"There was no one in the prison at all, the situation had changed, so the operation was cancelled. Lin Yun said with a cold face, "Let's go!"

Back at Qinglian Pavilion, Lin Yun was stunned by the scene in front of him, he saw that all the people of the Lin family were here, and they were sitting around a large table eating.

Seeing Lin Yun, everyone stood up and greeted: "Lin Yun, hard work!"

"Lin Yun, you're back!

"Lin Yun, come over and eat together. ”

............

"Brother Yun!" Lin Yingying ran in front of Lin Yun and looked at him carefully.

"Yingying, what's going on?" Lin Yun asked incredulously.

"We were rescued by a very powerful senior who brought us here and said you are here too. Lin Yingying said, "Who is that senior?

"What do you look like, are you old?" Lin Yun asked.

"I don't know, she covered her face, but she should be middle-aged when she heard the voice. Lin Yingying said.

"Who could it be?" Lin Yun muttered with a frown, he originally thought it was a Yin mother-in-law, but now it seems that it is obviously not.

"What about my father?" Lin Yun asked.

"The head of the house is resting in the room, he is very badly injured and needs to recuperate slowly. Lin Yingying took Lin Yun's hand and came to the dining table, "Let's eat first, Brother Yun." ”

"Don't eat it, I'll go see my father, you eat first." Lin Yun was now puzzled, how could he possibly eat, so he hurriedly walked towards the guest room of the Qinglian Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the guest room area, Lin Yun saw Li Jingjing walking out of a guest room with a strange expression.

He hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Jingjing, where is my father?"

"What do you call me?" Li Jingjing raised her eyebrows and said coquettishly, "Please don't call me so intimate, I don't know you well!"

Lin Yun blinked innocently, he stretched out his hand and touched Li Jingjing's smooth forehead, and muttered, "I don't have a fever, how can I talk nonsense?"

Li Jingjing's face turned red, pushed Lin Yun away, and said angrily: "You father and son don't have a good thing!"

Lin Yun was confused when he heard this, he grabbed Li Jingjing's little hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

"No! he's not a good thing anyway!" Li Jingjing shook off Lin Yun's hand and left angrily.

Lin Yun touched his nose helplessly, and came to a conclusion in his heart: women, especially beautiful women, are unreasonable!

Shaking his head and shaking off these boring thoughts, Lin Yun reached out and pushed the door open.

However, the situation in the room made Lin Yun realize that it was wrong for him to come in without knocking. I saw my father Lin Zonglu sitting on the bed, and then hugged a beautiful woman tightly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything, you go on, go on!" Lin Yun quickly retracted his feet, closed the door with both hands, and at the same time made a deep criticism and reflection on his behavior in his heart.

After the reflection, Lin Yunmao bent down and secretly looked into the room through the crack in the door, he was a little worried about whether his father was insulted by others.

"Come in, Yun'er!" Lin Zonglu coughed and shouted in a somewhat weak voice.

Lin Yun answered, hurriedly pushed open the door and walked in.

"Your father and son talk slowly, I'll go out first. With a hint of blush on her face, she glanced at Lin Zonglu shyly, and then turned around and left the room.

Lin Yun stared closely at the stunning woman who had left, and he found that the woman actually looked very similar to Li Jingjing. His intuition told him that it was Li Jingjing's sister.

"Father, according to my judgment, that must be Miss Li's sister, right?" Lin Yun said his judgment triumphantly.

A few black lines instantly appeared on Lin Zonglu's face, and he pouted and said, "That's Miss Li's mother!"

"Huh?" Lin Yun almost choked on his saliva, he coughed awkwardly, "Why are you so young?"

"They Qinglian Pavilion are proficient in pills, so I think there is some way to rejuvenate the face. Lin Zonglu replied absentmindedly.

"Father, are you ...... with her" Lin Yun looked at Lin Zonglu's face and asked cautiously.

"We are innocent. Lin Zonglu said with a serious face.

"Then you were still hugging each other just now?" Lin Yun's face was full of disbelief, when I was a three-year-old child? Just now, the two of them were obviously hugging very tightly, saying that you are very pure, who believes it!

Lin Zonglu coughed embarrassedly, and said with a little grievance: "Just now, she insisted on holding me, and my cultivation is not as good as her, plus my body is injured, so ...... So I can't break free. ”

Lin Yun rubbed his temples speechlessly, rolled his eyes and said, "Father, how can this kind of thing put the responsibility on the woman? Even if that's the case, then you can't say it, it's too embarrassing!"

Lin Zonglu touched his nose embarrassedly and said, "It's you who want to ask." ”

"Uh, okay. Lin Yun was convinced, his eyes rolled, and he began to gossip again, "Tell me about your affairs, okay? I can't understand why such a beautiful woman would fall in love with you?"

"How do you speak, your father and I were also famous beautiful men in Nanshan City when we were young, and many women secretly fell in love with me!" Lin Zonglu knocked on Lin Yun's head, with a look of reminiscence on his face.

"Then how did my father and her meet?" Lin Yun asked impatiently.

"It's a long story. Lin Zonglu shook his head, as if he didn't want to say more.

"Then you make a long story short!" Lin Yun entangled, he finally wanted to gossip once, how could he just give up.

Lin Zonglu glanced at Lin Yun helplessly, and had to start slowly talking about the nostalgic youthful past.