The spacious main hall became even more deserted as the four spirit masters left, and there were only two people left in the hall.

A Lingcong who is still full of seriousness has not changed because of so many things, and is still a cold and serious face. Even if he betrayed his father, who seemed to be in name for many years, his face was still calm, and the calm was chilling!

He stood still, standing not knowing what he was thinking.

And the other is Lingkun who is sitting on the ground, Lingkun's eyes are still dull, without a little brilliance that a living person should have, and his mouth keeps repeating: "This is not true, this is not true・・・・・・・"

The scene looks very eerie.

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After a stalemate like this, Ling Cong seemed to notice Ling Kun beside him. Looking at Lingkun's numb face, his eyes without any sparkle and the words he kept chanting, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he was bored, and he shouted in a low voice: "Enough!"

This fell in Lingkun's ears like a thunderous whisper, and finally made Lingkun's empty eyes have a hint of brilliance. Lingkun slowly raised his head, looking at the brother in front of him who had been loving him since he was a child, and suddenly felt that the most familiar figure now looked so strange. Thinking of the intimacy between his brothers in the past, he couldn't accept the reality he had just heard: his own brother had died a long time ago, and now the person in front of him seemed to be only his cousin!

So Lingkun didn't believe it, or didn't accept it, he didn't believe that Lingcong's love for him before was all pretended!

He desperately crawled towards Lingcong, got up and hugged one of Lingcong's feet, smiled stupidly, and said, "Brother, don't joke, okay? In the end, Lingkun seemed to think of something, took out the wood carving carved these days, supported the ground with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to hand it to Lingcong, his face seemed to be filled with the excitement of a desperate person seeing the dawn, and roared: "Look, this is to thank you as an elder brother for taking care of me all these years, younger brother, I carved it myself! You tell me that those are not true, you are still my own brother, right?"

Because it is unacceptable, it chooses to deceive itself.

Ling Cong still had a cold face, but after listening to Ling Kun's words, looking at the wood carving that Ling Kun was holding up with all his might, a trace of weirdness appeared on Ling Cong's face.

The content of the wood carving is very simple, a big boy, a little boy, the big boy leads the little boy, laughing happily together.

Slowly squatting down, in Lingkun's last glimmer of hopeful gaze, Lingcong slowly took over the wood carving, looked at the brothers holding hands and smiling in the wood carving, the corners of his mouth lifted a burst of ridicule, and gently let go of the wood carving.

The wood carving fell to the ground in Lingkun's desperate gaze and shattered in half.

Half of them were big boys, half of them were little boys, but the hands they were holding were broken.

The last glimmer of hope finally turned into nothingness with the breaking of the wood carving, and Lingkun finally despaired, completely desperate. Although he refused to accept it, he had to accept the fact when he looked at the half-wood carving of the little boy's lonely outstretched hand.

In fact, he has always been alone!

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Ling Cong stretched out his hand to pick up Lingkun's jaw, looked at Lingkun's immature face full of dead silence and dark eyes without any focus, smiled very strangely, and said: "However, among these things, there is one thing that is not true, that is, I am indeed your own brother all the time!"

Lingkun, who was full of dead silence, finally moved his unfocused eyes when he heard this, and slowly stared at the familiar face in front of him that seemed to be full of strangeness.

Ignoring Ling Kun's reaction, Ling Cong continued: "Actually, as the second uncle said, it was his arrangement for me and my cousin Ling Chen to disappear that time. Moreover, that time, Ling Chen did take away from me with the help of the second uncle" Saying this, Ling Cong's mysterious smile deepened, "However, the second uncle underestimated my soul power, so on the contrary, in that seizure, I devoured the entire Ling Chen's mind and knew all his and the second uncle's plans, so, I am not Ling Chen, I am still me, I am still Ling Cong!"

Hearing this, after a brief shock, looking at Ling Cong, who was smiling mysteriously in front of him, Ling Kun, who had already been hit by a series of things and was unconscious, still felt a cold, bone-chilling coldness, so cold that his heart trembled!

If Lingcong in front of him was not taken away, then why would he help the second uncle deal with his father? And the second uncle seemed to be completely unaware just now, so what did Lingcong want to do?

Thinking of this, Lingkun didn't dare to think about it, he couldn't hold back his deep fear.

Looking at Lingkun's body that couldn't stop trembling because of fear, Lingcong seemed to smile even more weirdly, ignoring Lingkun's fear, and continued: "So, I will do my trick, deceive the second uncle, and enter the game as Lingchen, this seems to be entering the situation set up by the second uncle, but in fact, why is it not the game I set up against the second uncle? In fact, I am the real person who controls the situation, not the second uncle who thinks he controls everything!" Speaking of this, the corners of Lingcong's mouth sneered slightly, as if he was mocking the stupidity of the second uncle.

Hearing this, Lingkun's already numb heart still couldn't stop getting angry, he straightened up slightly, although he was a little unsteady on his feet, but he looked up at Lingcong hoarsely and said: "Since you are still Lingcong, then why do you treat your father like that? What is the benefit of that to you? You know, he is your biological father!"

Today, the repeated blows were too cruel for a twelve-year-old boy, if it weren't for the surname who had been strengthened by the ridicule of the clan in the past, the current Lingkun would have collapsed long ago. Even so, Lingcong is already close to its limit.

Listening to Ling Kun's hoarse roar, Ling Cong's cold face did not change at all, and he said slowly: "You also heard the secret of our clan that your father said just now. But it's not so much guarding as captivity. And we are just the guards in this prison, supervising what needs our supervision. In reality, we are just poor people who have been imprisoned together. Speaking of this, Lingkun's cold face was full of sarcasm, as if he was ridiculing the fate of his race, "The cage is too small, and I also want to go to a bigger place, so if I want to break free from the tragic fate of the race, I have to resist." And his father is a stubborn person who values the so-called common people, and judging from the dispute with his second uncle for many years, he will never agree. However, if the father who is the strongest person in the clan is still alive, none of us can break this cage. That's why you have the scene you see today. ”

After listening to these words, Lingkun's face did not change much, and by now, he was already numb.

Looking at Ling Kun, who didn't seem to have any expression on his face, Ling Cong seemed dissatisfied with his bland reaction when he heard this, and paused and continued: "I know, you must be very curious about what it is that needs us to protect the things that have been sealed together with our clan. ”

Hearing this, Lingkun, who was already numb and expressionless, unconsciously raised his eyebrows, indicating his desire for an answer to this question.

Seeming to be very satisfied with Ling Kun's reaction, Ling Cong slightly curled the corners of his mouth and said: "What we are guarding is the origin, the origin of this world! In other words, it is the ...... of this world Core!"

At the end of the words, a rare wave of fanaticism appeared on Ling Cong's cold face, and in Ling Kun's eyes, it was indeed so chilling!