Chapter 176: Who's Not His
"Yes. The son has a special physique, so he pulled it out of his sister's body first, and the younger sister is fine now. β
This is the first time Yang Xuanling has heard Lingxi take the initiative to talk about his own affairs, and after learning that Xiao Nuonuo is safe now, he is not in a hurry, but the secret of Lingxi's body makes him haunt him for a long time.
"It's not too small."
"I'm afraid not." Lingxi knew what he wanted to know, "I can only tell my father that although my son is your son, he is not." β
"Not my son?"
"This flesh and blood body was given by my father, but my soul ...... From dusk. β
"Dusk?" Yang Xuanling's palms were cold in shock.
Between the world and the yin, there is a domain that is half yin and not yang, which is called dusk. It is rumored that some Yin spirits born from the beginning of heaven and earth live here, they are not bound by reincarnation, but immortal and immortal!
"Who are you?"
"Lingxi, Yang Chengpu."
Yang Xuanling listened to his answer and suddenly smiled, "Since you choose to be my son, no matter where you come from, you are my son." β
Lingxi tilted his head and looked at him, but he didn't expect him to fully accept his origin.
"Father, this is for you." A turquoise wrench was taken out of the space.
"What is this?" Yang Xuanling took the wrench, and had no doubt about what he sent, even if it exuded a strange aura that made his heart palpitate.
Lingxi replied: "Mother's soul is only a half-soul, and it is very easy to provoke demons and evil spirits, and she needs to be protected. And I will leave after a while and go to the Void Realm to cultivate, I can no longer protect my mother, and my father's strength is not enough, so I need to refine my martial arts. β
"......" was despised by his son, Yang Xuanling was really a little unhappy, but this is also a fact, pinching the wrench in his hand, "What is this?" β
Lingxi raised his hand, and a gray mist fell on the wrench, erasing the strange aura on it, turning it into a green wrench with a hint of gold, which looked brilliant.
Ling Xi took a step back and moved away from the wrench, "This is a storage wrench, which contains the treasure house of the Ancient Immortal Cultivation Sect, and there should be exercises in cultivation." Father can drip blood and open the seal, and check if there is a spiritual treasure that can be used inside. β
"Hehe, it's really sleepy to send pillows." Yang Xuanling put away his wrench, "My father will use it well, thank you son." β
"It's also my father who has this qualification." Lingxi was a little confused.
"Getting back to the point, your sister's witch spell, let's solve it first."
"Hmm. But any mantra, whatever it is, will backfire. This is the case when you harm others and you end up harming yourself. Lingxi took out the jar with the spell again, "My son wants to go back with the spell." β
"Can you find out who is behind the scenes? Cut the grass to remove the roots. β
Lingxi thought for a while, "Then you need to lure the other party to come, and you need to make a fake sister." β
"How?"
"My sister's blood, hair, nails, etc."
"Yes. But don't tell your mother about it. She seems to be still mad at me right now. β
"Oh? Could it be that the mother knows about Ying Yi'er's mother and daughter? β
"Ying Yi'er?" Yang Xuanling was very unfamiliar when he heard this name, "Who?" β
"Isn't it a father's woman? She also bore you a daughter, who looks very similar to her sister. "Lingxi has seen Ying Yi'er's mother and daughter, after all, the woman with the child has come to the door more than once to make trouble.
Yang Xuanling frowned, "I have never had any women except your mother." β
As soon as these words came out, Lingxi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. He believed Yang Xuanling, and there was no need to lie to him.
"Then the father should explain to the mother as soon as possible, she is now a half-soul, she can't be angry, and it's best not to let her worry about anything that is tiring."
"Okay, I'll go." Yang Xuanling didn't know it, but if he knew it, he would definitely not let this matter stay overnight in Yun Yuan's heart.
"Your sister's business, you start preparing a stand-in first." Yang Xuanling walked towards the door as he spoke.
Lingxi advised, "Father remember, don't let your mother get angry." β
Yang Xuanling hurriedly returned to Jingxuan Courtyard.
Yun Miao had fallen asleep, but her brows were tightly locked.
In a daze, she felt that she was being picked up, and she opened her eyes.
The gaze was Yang Xuanling's scorching gaze.
Rubbing his eyes, he covered his lips and yawned, "No, you slept in the small study tonight." β
"It's okay for me to sleep on the floor, but there's something I need to make clear to you." Yang Xuanling hugged her and put her on the brocade bench covered with a snow-white velvet blanket.
And he sat on the floor, unconcerned.
Yun Miao couldn't see him like this, so he picked up a pillow from his side and threw it to him, "Sit." β
"Ao'er still cares about me." Yang Xuanling said with a smile.
Yun Miao glanced at him, "Don't talk nonsense." β
"Hmm." Yang Xuanling turned the wrench on his thumb, not to mention that he was quite handy, "Ying Yi'er's mother and daughter." β
The corners of Yun Yuan's mouth couldn't help but pull down, indicating that she didn't like to hear this.
But that didn't stop him from continuing.
Yang Xuanling said: "Do you remember Da Pan?" β
"Da Pan? That stand-in of yours? Yun Miao naturally remembered, and she also wrote a letter to Luoyang Jiang Mansion to customize a prosthetic leg for him.
Yang Xuanling said: "Two years ago, Da Pan contracted a serious illness and wrote a letter to He Rong when he was dying, asking him to take care of his family. At that time, He Rong only thought that he was talking about brothers and sisters, but now it seems that there should be more than that. β
"You mean, Ying Yi'er may be Da Pan's woman, and that daughter is also Da Pan's child?"
"I asked He Rong to deal with this matter, and she won't come back in the future."
"If so, let He Rong settle down properly." Yun Miao replied.
Yang Xuanling naturally agreed, "I will let He Rong arrange it." β
Yun Miao moved his body to make some space, "Come, husband lie here." β
Yang Xuanling looked at the small place, leaned over and picked her up, let her lie on top of him, he used him as a meat pad, lying on the couch, "Jiao'er, promise me." No matter what happens in the future, come and ask me directly, don't be angry, and don't be bored in your heart. β
"Well, I believe you." Yun Miao replied.
Yang Xuanling hugged her and patted her on the back gently, "Even if you don't believe me, it doesn't matter, don't hurt your body, you know." β
"......" Yun Miao knew that what he said was that she was now a half-soul, different from normal people, and suddenly her nasal cavity was a little pantothenic, "I'm fine." β
"Hmm." Yang Xuanling really wanted to embed her in his body and not let her leave him at all, so that he could rest assured.
Yun Rong pressed his face against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, which was the voice of his strong body.
"Grandmotherβ" Xiao Nuonuo's voice sounded weakly, with a slight cry.
Yun Miao and Yang Xuanling were suddenly startled, remembering that there was still a villain.
The two of them got up in a hurry and rushed into the bedroom.