"Look, Lingma, my leg injury has not healed yet, how dare I seek revenge from Master Ling?" Zhuo Fanglin said miserably.
"Since you are not seeking revenge, why are you bringing helpers?" Ling Lao looked at Xie Feiying and asked.
"Ah... my injury is not healed either! It hurts so much, it hurts me to death." Xie Feiying shuddered, her body tilted, and she fell to the ground like Zhuo Fanglin, holding her thighs and wailing.
Others care that she is Elder Xie's only granddaughter and give her some face, but Ling Lao won't care about this. Let alone Xie Feiying, even if her grandfather comes, Ling Lao will still beat her if she offends her.
Fake, so fake! Ling Chuxi dismissed Xie Feiying's acting skills. Although Zhuo Fanglin's acting skills were a little worse, he was at least professional enough. Unlike you, who has no acting skills and no professionalism, you are still embarrassed.
Ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, as if they were in spring.
"That's enough, do you really think I'm an old fool? I can't even tell the difference between real injuries and fake injuries!" Grandma Ling suddenly roared angrily.
The screams of Zhuo Fanglin and the two men suddenly stopped, and they looked at Ling Lao in horror.
"I don't care why you came here today. If you dare to play tricks in front of me, you should be beaten!" As soon as he finished speaking, Grandma Ling swept over like a whirlwind.
"No, Grandma Ling!" Zhuo Fanglin begged in a tearful tone, but was punched in the nose, causing blood to spurt out.
"It's unreasonable. I'm going to get beaten like this. If I had known this, why would I give myself such a beating? Now it's better. The short-term pain is gone, but the long-term pain can't be escaped!" When he was flying up, Zhuo Fang
Lin looked up blankly and stared at the blue sky and white sun, tears gushing out mixed with nosebleeds.
Ling Lao punched and kicked the two of them, and the screams of one man and one woman came one after another, which was particularly sad.
Hearing the screams, Han Qingchi's disciples were surprised at first and wanted to see what was going on, but when they heard clearly that it was Zhuo Fanglin's familiar voice, everyone stopped.
Why did this guy come to Hanqing Pond again? Needless to say, he must have met Ling Lao again. If he guessed correctly, Ling Chuxi was probably present again.
Having guessed this, everyone was no longer interested in watching the fun. Anyway, Zhuo Fanglin was used to being tortured, and they were also used to it, so just treat it like a show.
Seeing the two people being beaten to death by Ling Lao and screaming in agony, Ling Chuxi was sympathetic and funny at the same time. No wonder others said that if you don't commit suicide, you won't die. Isn't Zhuo Fanglin committing suicide himself? He was supposed to do it for him
After a few explanations, nothing happened. He insisted on being smart, so it was better to die now.
"Grandma Ling, please forgive me. I really don't want revenge. I came to Uncle Ling to ask for something." Zhuo Fanglin held his head and begged bitterly.
"What's the matter? Let me tell you." Grandma Ling felt better and was out of breath. She clapped her hands and asked.
"That, that..." Zhuo Fanglin hesitated, not knowing what the consequences would be if he said this, and whether he would be beaten up again.
"Say!" Ling Lao shouted, and added, "You'd better tell the truth. If you dare to lie to me again, huh!" Ling Lao said, squeezing her pink and tender little fist.
Zhuo Fanglin shrank his neck subconsciously. Even though the fist was small, the feeling when it fell on his body was not that pleasant. It was more powerful than a big hammer.
"Well, I heard that Uncle Ling got a spirit beast egg in the fantasy world. I want to discuss with him whether he can give this spirit beast egg to me. Oh, no, no, it's not a gift, it's an exchange. I'm willing.
Give me something in exchange." Zhuo Fanglin thought for a while, it would mean death anyway, so he might as well tell the truth. However, he was still loyal and did not involve Xie Feiying.
"Spirit beast egg? Is he telling the truth?" Ling Lao was slightly surprised and asked Ling Chuxi.