"Children of the Ling family can be killed but not humiliated." Ling Ziyun bowed like a shrimp, and then stood up tremblingly again.
"Okay, very good." Yuwen Sicheng's face darkened, and he suddenly struck out with a palm, knocking Ling Ziyun to the ground, then rushed forward and kicked him one after another.
In the past few years since his debut, I don’t know how many children from aristocratic families have succumbed to his lustful power, Yu Wen Sicheng, but the Ling Ziyun in front of me, who clearly looks as cowardly and cowardly as possible, dares to do it again and again.
Yuwen Sicheng became angry, really angry when San's patience was challenged.
Amidst the muffled banging sound, Ling Ziyun vomited blood and twitched all over, but he gritted his teeth and never asked for mercy. He just looked at Yuwen Sicheng with hatred in his eyes.
"Let's go help?" Ling Yixin couldn't stand it anymore and whispered to Ling Chuxi.
"Wait a moment." Ling Chuxi said.
"What are you waiting for, Sister Chu Xi, are you just going to watch your second uncle being bullied like this?" Ling Yixin's voice was choked with sobs. No matter how bad Ling Ziyun is, he is still a relative of the Ling family. Who can just watch this?
Watch him being bullied by outsiders.
"Ling Xin, haven't you noticed that your second uncle is different from before?" Ling Chuxi asked slowly.
"It's different from before..." Ling Yixin's eyes lit up.
Yes, Ling Ziyun is different now. Before, he would have been so frightened that he cried bitterly and even knelt down to beg for mercy. But this time, even if he was bruised and bruised, even if he was beaten so hard that they couldn't bear to watch it.
, Ling Ziyun gritted his teeth, without a word of begging for mercy, and the hatred in his eyes became more and more intense.
Ling Yixin vaguely understood something and said nothing more.
"Ling Ziyun, do you want to drill or not?" Yuwen Sicheng's foot hovered under Ling Ziyun's left arm. As long as he stepped down, Ling Ziyun's arm would be useless.
"Yu Wen Sicheng, if you don't kill me today, one day I will kill you with my own hands." Ling Ziyun roared sharply. Severe pain spread throughout his body, but Ling Ziyun no longer felt fear, and felt that the blood in his body was on fire.
It's the same as before, with the torrent rushing inside my body, but I can't find an outlet to vent it out.
"You won't have this chance!" Yu Wen Sicheng was completely angered and stepped down.
"Crack!" In the crisp sound, Ling Ziyun's arm bone was broken.
Hearing this crisp sound, the faces of Ling Yixin and others turned pale at the same time, and boundless anger grew in their hearts, like a grassland being set on fire in autumn, with beacon fire filling the sky.
"Ah!" Ling Ziyun let out a roar, like a wounded beast, suddenly jumped up from the ground, drew his sword with his backhand and stabbed Yuwen Sicheng.
The anger in his heart erupted like a volcano. Ling Ziyun forgot about fear and pain. He only had one belief, kill, kill, kill!
The sudden change caught Yuwen Sicheng off guard, and he quickly swung his sword to block it.
"Choke, choke, choke!" Ling Ziyun was completely aroused, and he attacked Ling Yuwen with one sword after another like a mad tiger.
While attacking, he shouted angrily: "Fight, I will fight with you, and I will die with you!"
The last time he faced Chaikezhou, he shouted the same thing, but it was just a pretense of shouting slogans. This time he really tried his best.
"Chi!" Yuwen Sicheng's right sleeve was cut open in a long way. If he hadn't reacted quickly, Ling Ziyun might have cut it off at the elbow.