My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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Ye Fan naturally couldn't bear to refuse, and didn't even want to ask, so he nodded and said, "Within my ability range, I will try my best."

"Mr. Ye, you can definitely do it …" Ling Baiyuan looked at Ling Yuwei with a complicated gaze and said, "I hope that … Mr. Ye, can you take good care of Yuwei for me … "Her mother left early, and I didn't do my duty. I'm not a good father …"

Ye Fan was stunned, he never thought that Ling Yuwei would be entrusted to him.

Su Qingxue, who was at the side, also had a complicated expression but she did not make a sound.

Ling Yuwei cried, "Dad, don't say that! Your daughter is not filial to you! I always make you angry! Daddy, don't leave me … "

Ling Baiyuan looked at Ye Fan, and continued to ask, "Mr. Ye, can you promise me, no matter what happens in the future, don't let Yuwei get hurt …"

Ye Fan looked at Ling Yuwei. Coincidentally, Ling Yuwei had turned her head to look at him. Their gazes met, and they had an indescribably complicated feeling.

Ye Fan looked at Su Qingxue beside him. He was actually worried about Su Qingxue having thoughts.

However, Su Qingxue slightly smiled at him and nodded.

Seeing that the woman allowed him to do so, Ye Fan also couldn't bear to see Ling Bai die with regrets, so he said, "I understand, Sect Leader Ling, I promise you, as long as it's within my capabilities, I won't harm Yu Wei."

"Alright... "Alright …" Ling Bai's eyes became more and more unfocused, and his aura also became weaker, "I …" "I believe you …"

After saying those last three words, Ling Baiyuan was no longer alive.

The dozens of Mount Shu disciples were saddened.

Outside the door, an old man suddenly flew in. He was dressed in a hurry and looked like he was worn out from the journey.

As the old man saw the scene in the room, he cried out in grief, "White light!"

It was impressively Ling Qingfeng. He hurriedly rushed back, but was unable to see his son's final time.

"Master! The Sect Leader Senior Brother left! " Li Lihong and the other disciples cried out one after another.

Ling Qingfeng staggered over to the sickbed. As he looked at Ling Baiyi, who had already left in peace, tears of pain flowed down his face.

"Send him black hair for nothing. Why would the heavens treat our Ling family and Mount Shu as such!"

Ling Yuwei was also hugging her grandfather, causing her grandfather and grandson to sob silently.

However, just when everyone in the house was still feeling extremely sad, Ye Fan suddenly sensed an unusual aura coming from the back mountain of Mount Shu.

"Someone is invading!"

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he ran out first.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, everyone was stunned for a moment. They subconsciously thought it might be that expert who attacked Mount Shu again, so they hurriedly followed him out.

Even Ling Qingfeng and Ling Yuwei didn't care about anything else and hastily ran towards the back of the mountain.

As soon as Ye Fan arrived at the back of the mountain, he saw seven or eight corpses of the Mount Shu disciples lying on the ground.

An old man in a long red and black robe with a head of grey hair was standing in front of the Hidden Sword Pavilion.

"Are you the one that attacked Sect Leader Ling?" When Ye Fan saw this old man, he realized that he couldn't clearly see his cultivation level. However, he could feel that this old man had surpassed the Spirit Condensation realm, and was most likely an expert of the Awakening Realm.

The old man said lightly, "Kid, you don't look like a man from Mount Shu. What, are you here to meddle in other people's business?"

"Why did you attack the Mount Shu Sect? What kind of organization are you?" Ye Fan remembered that Su Qingxue said that all the big sects were attacked.

The old man had no intention of replying. When he saw the people from Mount Shu Sect arrive, he smiled and said, "At last, everyone is here. I've waited for all of you to get organized and impatient."

Under Ling Qingfeng's lead, the elders of Mount Shu all held their swords, ready to strike.

Ling Qingfeng looked at the burned corpses of his disciples, and furrowed his brows. "Who the hell are you?"

"You are Ling Qingfeng?" The red-clothed old man asked.

"That's right." Ling Qingfeng said with a gloomy expression.

The old man seemed to recall something. After thinking for a while, he asked, "How long has it been since Ling Jiuheng walked?"

Ling Qingfeng was stunned as he said in astonishment, "You know my grandfather!?"

Many of the elders and disciples of Mount Shu also felt shocked because Ling Jiuheng was the Grand Elder of the previous generation on Mount Shu, the grandfather of Ling Qingfeng.

Could it be that this old man dressed in red and black is the same generation as Ling Jiuheng!?

The old man waved his hand, "I don't know. I was just guessing. Since you're now the Great Elder of Mount Shu, your grandfather should be leaving."

However... "I do have a bit of a friendship with Ling Taiyuan, but unfortunately, he died of an illness. Otherwise, I don't think your Ling Family would have fallen to this day."

Upon hearing these words, Ling Qingfeng's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of shock.

Ye Fan and most of the people in Mount Shu were the same. They had no idea what this represented.

Ling Yuwei stopped crying at this moment and asked hesitantly, "Grandfather, is the Ling Tai Yuan he was talking about the genius ancestor our Ling Family had 300 years ago?"

Ling Qingfeng nodded his head with difficulty and said, "It should be that ancestor …" It was said that the ancestor reached the great circle of focus at the age of twenty and comprehended sword intent.

"It's a pity that the Spirit Focus realm is only at the level of having a mortal body. At that time, his medical treatment was not as developed as it is now. After he contracted an incurable disease, he passed away young, leaving behind only his son."

"How could this be … How could he know our ancestors from three hundred years ago? " Ling Yuwei said in disbelief.

The red-clothed old man laughed, "Little girl, this old man is only 300 years older than you. What is there to be surprised about?

The War God you worship, Ye Wuya, has lived for more than five hundred years. Could it be that he is the only one allowed to live on and not die? "

Ye Fan was stunned. Ye Wuya? War God?

Earlier, the imposing tyrant and the Demon Prison Officer had asked him what was the relationship between him and Ye Wuya …

He … was he really with the War God … It was related …

Ye Fan was lost in thought for a moment, and the surrounding sounds couldn't be heard.

Ling Qingfeng's expression changed as he said, "Since you are the senior and you are related to our ancestors, why did you kill the people of the Ling family and Mount Shu?"

The old man laughed and said, "Little guy, if you want to blame something, blame the Martial God that you guys worship. If it wasn't for his false face, we wouldn't have had the interest to do anything to the descendants of our old friends!

Sooner or later, you will understand that you are helping the evil, worshipping a demon in the world! "

"I don't know what nonsense you are spouting. If you were to suffer a loss in front of the Martial God, then you should look for the Martial God. How can you be counted as a senior expert if you kill so many innocent people!?" Ling Qingfeng said angrily.

The old man sighed to the sky, "You are right. If this old man could cut Ye Wuya, he would definitely be willing to fight him, even if it would cost him his life.

It's a pity that this old man admits that the devil is far from being someone we can defeat … If we want to defeat him, we can only think of another way. " Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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