Being chased by the empress, begging me to spread my wings!

Chapter 412

> Chapter 412: [Ling Feixue: Your father is dead! 】

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"Qingxuan, don't you think, this kid is a bit like a person."

"I always felt as if I had seen him somewhere before, and I didn't know if it was an illusion."

Ling Qingxuan was dressed in white clothes and white robes, with a long sword tied around his waist, quite a fairy wind Dao bone temperament, and Ling Moran on the side was also dressed in the same way.

Both of them were disciples of the Ling family, and although they did not have the amazing talent like Ling Feixue, they also had an extremely high status in the Ling family.

Ever since Ling Feixue was beaten into the secret realm as punishment, the young Ling Tianning had been taken care of by two uncles.

It's just that the talent that Ling Tian Condensed displayed is really too terrifying, and in less than a hundred years, he has broken through to the strength of the Feng Marquis Realm, surpassing his two uncles in the Mahayana Realm.

For a while, it made the status of Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran extremely embarrassing.

It is not so much that the two take care of Ling Tianning, but rather that the strength Ling Tianning is more appropriate to be a thug for the two.

After all, even after returning to the Ling family, the two still did not change their habits of drinking flower wine, and often clashed with the children of other families.

At this time, Ling Tianning of the Feng Marquis Realm was in a group of unlearned and unskilled disciples, and his strength was simply crushing!

"Well, I also feel that Ling Tianning's appearance looks more and more like a person."

"It's like the Suning brother I saw before in the Great Song Dynasty in the Eastern Wilderness."

Ling Moran nodded slowly and said, his eyes were full of thoughts, recalling the past of that year.

In the Great Song Yong'an City that year, Suning used the pseudonym [Kiba Da Chadson] to coax many girls to take the initiative to give them a hug.

Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran were not convinced in their hearts, but they did not expect that the three would eventually meet in the heavenly prison of the Great Song's Jinyiwei.

Ling Moran took a picture album in his hand, and it was Suning's portrait painted on it.

The ink paintings with black pigments jumped on the rice paper, bringing Suning's image to life and vividly.

Freshly dressed angry horse, eyebrows like cold stars, a noble son looks right.

Ling Qingxuan stepped forward and took the album, and couldn't help but look,

"Gee! I really can't think of ink dyeing.

"I didn't expect you to draw the image of Suning Gongzi."

"After all these years, you still remember so many details."

For the portrait in Ling Moran's hand, Ling Qingxuan couldn't help but be amazed.

The two have not seen each other for nearly decades since they parted from Suning East Barren Yong'an City.

Unexpectedly, Ling Moran had such a good memory, and he was able to draw Suning's appearance from memory alone.

Ling Qingxuan held the portrait and greeted Ling Tianning, who was practicing swords on the side,

"The eldest nephew come over and let my uncle take a look."

"Come here, walk in a little."

Ling Tianning was suddenly called by Ling Qingxuan, and although he was puzzled in his heart, he still put down the move in his hand and rushed towards the defense line of Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran.

He gently put away his [Frost] and sealed it in a special sword box.

This kind of holy relic-level artifact is extremely powerful, and it has already produced spiritual intelligence, if it is not placed in a special sword box for safekeeping, it will give birth to some trouble.

"Tianning greets Uncle Qingxuan, Uncle Mo Ran."

"I don't know what the two uncles are called."

Ling Tian Ning respectfully saluted the two, although his strength was enough to crush Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran, but at this time, he did not have any arrogance.

Both of them were pulled by the general Tianning since childhood, and Ling Tianning respected the two very much.

It's just that today, the behavior of the two uncles surprised Ling Tianning a little.

Ling Qingxuan held a picture book in his hand, and Ling Moran on the other side also tilted his head and looked at Ling Tianning's face repeatedly on the picture album.

"Well, it does look like it."

"It's just a mold."

Ling Qingxuan touched Ling Moran's arm and said

, "Moran, are you sure that this painting is not painted according to our family Tianning?"

"I'm not sure~

" Ling Moran shook his head and said leisurely,

"Because this painting was not painted by me."

"Who is that?"

"Apart from you and me, who else in our family has seen that kid Suning?"

For Ling Moran's answer, Ling Qingxuan said suspiciously.

"Our sister, Ling Feiyan."

"She's seen it too."

"She painted this painting."

Ling Moran replied, and finally sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank, as if he remembered something.

His sister Ling Feiyan's love for Suning has already been taught by the two brothers when they were in the Great Song Yong'an City.

Ling Feiyan's gaze towards Suning was full of love, if it weren't for the presence of the two brothers, maybe Ling Feiyan would have been able to take the initiative to bring Suning down.

At that time, the two did not care about Ling Feiyan's love for Suning at all, thinking that it was just that their sister was young and did not understand things, and after a few years of maturity, I am afraid that Ling Feiyan might not be able to remember who Suning was.

It's just that I didn't expect that after so many years, Ling Feiyan has always been obsessed with Suning.

"It seems that things are a little difficult."

"I now suspect that the person that Sister Feixue and Sister Feiyan like are the same person."

Ling Moran analyzed, and Ling Qingxuan on the side was also like a daigo empowerment.

"That's right!"

"I just said, why did Sister Feixue never say what Tianning's father's name is!"

"It turns out to be for this reason!"

"She's afraid of hitting Sister Feiyan!"

Ever since Ling Feixue left the Spirit Sword Sect and returned to the Ling family, she had been tight-lipped about her past and experience in the Spirit Sword Sect.

Even if Ling Feixue's most trusted mother took the initiative to ask, Ling Feixue did not reveal any news about Suning at all.

Later, Ling Tianning was born, and the child kept asking about his biological father's background, and Ling Feixue did not reveal the news of Suning.

"Isn't my dad dead?"

"Two uncles, what are you talking about, why do I feel a little incomprehensible?"

Ling Tian stared at Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran, who were arguing endlessly, revealing a very puzzled gaze.

For as long as he can remember, he has not had a father in his childhood.

Ling Tianning had also asked her mother Ling Feixue countless times where her father was, and there was always only one answer.

- Your father is dead.

"My father, does it have anything to do with Aunt Feiyan?"

"Can the two uncles tell me about my father?"

Ling Tianning asked Ling Qingxuan and Ling Moran curiously.

Aunt Ling Feiyan had always been a relative second only to her mother in Ling Tianning's eyes, but she didn't have the slightest impression of her father, who didn't even know her name.

Now, suddenly hearing that his father had contacted his aunt made Ling Tianning a little confused for a while.

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