Separated from the girl, Lingkun slowly walked to his room, and his movements seemed a little light. After most of the ups and downs of the night, Lingkun was indeed tired. Then he lay down again, covered the quilt, and quickly fell asleep, his brows were no longer slightly wrinkled, he looked very gentle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was in a sweet dream.

But Lingkun didn't know that the man who lived in that ordinary room woke up from the moment he stepped out of the door. Standing at the window with his hands in his hands, he has been silently watching Lingkun's figure. After Lingkun returned to the room, he put down the slightly open wooden window and slowly sat on the wooden chair. Picked up a thickly wrapped painting on the table, and slowly opened the portrait.

In the painting is a woman, the woman looks very quiet, her hair is coiled, and her appearance is not overwhelming, but she looks very smart.

The spirit lord gently stroked the woman in the painting, and a trace of love and pity appeared on her face that had always been peaceful. Facing the woman in the painting, a touch of complicated emotions surged on the spirit master's face, and he slowly spoke, "Lian'er, for this promise, I have been waiting, waiting for someone to break the game." However, I didn't expect that the person I was waiting for was actually our second son, Lingkun. I've always been harsh on him, hoping that he can have more self-preservation power in the days without my protection. However, I didn't expect him to be the game-breaker we were waiting for. The world says I'm the tallest, but I don't think I'm tall enough, otherwise I wouldn't have seen him and the girl's imprint. Come to think of it, I really don't want him to be the one who breaks the game, and I don't want him to carry the pressure that even I can't bear. After all, he's our child!" there was unspeakable helplessness in his tone. After the spirit lord finished speaking, he stopped talking and quietly looked at the woman in the painting.

Separated from Lingkun, the girl walked slowly and walked into a room made of jade. Pushing the door in, I saw the beautiful woman on the seat with her eyes closed. The girl was surprised for a moment, and then walked towards the woman with a smile, she was her favorite sister, and she was not afraid.

The woman opened her eyes, her usual doting on the girl was put away, and asked, "Are you going to see him?" He, naturally, refers to the Lingkun in Bai Yue. The girl looked at this majestic appearance, and seemed to be a little puzzled why her sister, who was kind to her, suddenly took her so seriously. But she wasn't afraid.

The girl nodded and replied, "Yes." ”

"Why?"

"Because he's a good guy. ”

"Good person?" Hearing this, the corners of the woman's mouth lifted a sneer: "Are you sure?"

"Definitely. The girl nodded, and said word by word: "Because without him, I would have died." ”

When the woman heard the girl's words, she was relieved after all, and she didn't pursue the girl's night out again. "You should know what you stand for, so you'd better be vigilant at all times, I can't protect you all the time, like today's situation is an example. The woman paused and said, "Also, the thing I don't understand the most is why you gave your Origin Mark to that young man so easily, you should know what it means. Although the tone was very serious, it couldn't hide the deep concern for the girl.

When the girl heard this, her stubborn expression also surged with deep emotion, and she walked behind the woman and gently hammered the woman's back. said: "Sister, don't worry, I have measure, thank you for your concern......"

Next to the candlelight, two stunning beauties, one beautiful and the other charming, chatting warmly, the picture seems to have an indescribable beauty.

The second is that for the Lingshi family, it is a very significant saying: the clan commentary. The so-called clan evaluation is to measure the degree of blood inheritance of the young people in the family. After all, for a spirit clan with the highest person standing behind him, the bloodline determines its own strength or weakness. After determining the status of the boy in the family, it represents the inheritance of the family. Therefore, everyone who goes down to the miscellaneous and up to the lord of the spirit castle will attend this event.

This is indeed what Lingkun is most tired of, or rather, the most fearful.

His nightmare began at the age of three, and like other children, he walked onto that stage with his own full expectations. Under the gaze of the entire Spirit Clan, he stretched out his hand and slowly pressed the blood spirit stone that had been handed down for many years, but found that the dim and blackened blood spirit stone did not move at all. At first, he didn't think about it, thinking that his bloodline concentration was too high and the time was too short to test it, after all, he was the son of the spirit master. However, as time passed, he gradually broke out in a cold sweat, looking at the eyes in the audience that had slowly turned from admiration to surprise and disdain, he didn't believe it. Even if it is the worst, the bloodline level in the clan is F-level, and no matter how low the bloodline concentration is, the blood spirit stone will glow, even if it is almost negligible light. It doesn't make sense to have nothing at all like this, so he doesn't believe it, or he doesn't accept it. After all, he was only three years old, and he ran away desperately, trying to leave everything behind, running and running, running until he couldn't run, and he found the big tree, the big tree like an umbrella, and this was the chance between him and the big tree.

When the boy was most frustrated, he found the big tree and found a place for himself to heal.

He quickly regained his composure, thought of his father, thought of the tallest man who was standing, and he must have known what was going on.

He then ran back, and before he could run into the castle, he saw the brilliant light emitted by the Blood Spirit Stone, which was dazzling to him. As he approached the fort, he saw the man on the stage who was amazed: his brother, Lingcong. He heard the trembling voice of the man who read out the bloodline level, full of excitement: "Bloodline level: Super S-level." The whole clan was a sensation, and the eyes of the young man on the stage were full of awe. Because, as strong as the Spirit Lord, it's just an S-level. So the clan seemed to see a more brilliant future, full of excitement, and there was only one person who was always calm: he and Lingkun's father. At that moment, Lingkun saw his brother's glorious scene next to the Blood Spirit Stone, and he swore that he would catch up with his brother's pace.

When the clan review was over, in his father's wooden house, he despaired. He looked at his father, who had always been indifferent, shook his head, and said, "It's not a bloodline problem, your body seems to be completely blocked by something, I tried to get through, but I couldn't." "I can't do three words, and it is very heavy, and even the spirit master, who has always been indifferent, said these three words with a heavy look on his face. Falling on the ears of the three-year-old Lingkun, it was like a thunderbolt, blowing up the last line of defense in his heart, and he roared: "Can't do it? Why can't you do it? Aren't you the highest person they say? Why can't you do it? Does your failure mean that I can only be a waste!" Lingkun was only a three-year-old child at that time, although it seemed a little precocious, but he still couldn't accept the misery of being beaten to the bottom for the rest of his life, he wailed and cried hard.

When the spirit lord saw Lingkun's gaffe, there seemed to be a lot of apologies on his face, and he felt that a child really shouldn't bear too much of this kind of pressure, so he comforted Lingkun with his gaffe.

After experiencing the initial gaffe, Lingkun began to slowly learn to accept this reality, slowly learned to accept the disdainful gaze of the people in his clan, and slowly learned to accept his father's strict discipline.

As a result, he became a waste, a waste who would not be bullied by relying on the protection of his genius brother.

Since then, he has not been out of the Spirit Fort during the day, and he has work to complete every day. Endorsement, chopping wood, carrying water. These were all commanded by the Spirit Lord himself, and no one dared to disobey them. However, the clan seems to be a little incomprehensible, even if Lingkun is a waste, with his father's respected status, the spirit master does not need to be so cruel to his children. It was only the anger of hoping that the son would not become a dragon, but he didn't guess the imperceptible hard heart of the spirit master.

Later, there were two more clan reviews in a row, and the miracle did not happen to Lingkun, and the blood spirit stone still did not move at all. He's still just a piece of waste, that's all.

But fortunately, he got used to it.

It seems that the spirit master can't bear to see the lonely and lonely figure of the young man every time, so he ordered the fifth and seventh elders to be before this clan evaluation. Take Lingkun on a trip and scatter your mind. It was this time that I met the little beast, or the girl, who seemed to be the one in Lingkun's fate.

That girl's name is Ling'er.

This year, Lingkun was six years old.