"Father." Ling Luo's face changed slightly. Deep in his body, a sense of fear rose.
It's not that she, Ling Luo, is afraid of him, Ling Nie, but that this body is too afraid. That kind of fear is so deep-rooted that even if the soul is destroyed, it will still be imprinted on the body and flesh.
For sixteen years, Ling Nie had turned his back on his third daughter, who had zero talent for cultivation. He was so disgusted with her that he beat her and scolded her at every turn, and would impose extremely severe punishments for the smallest things.
Of course, this father loves her sister Ling Yue who is very talented and has reached the fifth level of Mu Yuan warrior at the age of sixteen. It can be said that this father loves her very much and responds to her requests.
"You, an unfilial daughter, are actually arguing and entangled with a dirty and smelly beggar at the door of your home. Such filthy things are simply unsightly!" Ling Nie's voice was like a bell, and her majestic and angry face showed no sign of it.
He stretched out a hand unceremoniously, and slapped Ling Luo hard in the face like lightning.
Ling Nie is a more powerful being than a warrior, a sixth-level martial artist. The Ling family practices Mu Yuan. This slap, with green aura, directly flew Ling Luo's body away.
Got out.
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were sharp, and the golden light in his black pupils flashed away. He took a few steps back, gently and deftly caught Ling Luo's body, hugged her slender waist, and held her half in his arms.
"Thank you." Ling Luo raised his head, half of his face was swollen, the corners of his lips were bloody, his face was slightly pale, and he looked a bit sad, but in his eyes, there was a fierce and unruly look.
anger.
"Bastard! Just now we were rubbing each other's ears, now we are hugging each other! Ling Luo, you are really rebelling. Do you still know what is shame and what is reputation?" The anger on Ling Nie's face became more and more intense.
Staring dead at the unfilial daughter held in the beggar's arms.
Although Ling Luo's head was buzzing from the beating, her consciousness was still very clear. She held Xuanyuan Yu's arm, stood up straight, and stared coldly at the man she should have called her father.
"Father, you are serious. Luo'er has no reputation in the whole Yingyang City." Ling Luo's eyes were very cold and his tone was very light, like a cloud passing by the sky, "You are really afraid of your daughter's reputation.
Are you being defiled by this beggar, or are you just using the topic as a way to punish your daughter and vent your anger on your sister’s face?”
Ling Nie's face stiffened and his eyes darkened. He was a little embarrassed when his secret was revealed in public. He became more and more angry and said sternly: "Are you talking back to me?"
"Yes, for such an obvious thing, do you need to confirm it with me again?" The corners of Ling Luo's lips raised a cold arc, and the sarcasm in the corners of her eyes was unmistakable, "You protect your sister in everything, and there are so many pairs in the Ling family.
Looking at it with your eyes, didn’t anyone tell you that she, Ling Yue, was the one who started the trouble and tied me to the stake and burned me on the stake?"
"Yue'er also dealt with you, the evil star who defeated Grandpa Kefuke, for the sake of everyone!" Ling Nie frowned and made an obvious gesture of protection.
"For everyone's good? Ha." Ling Luo smiled so thin that only the bones were left, "Why, even the wise and powerful iron-blooded general who killed thousands of people started to listen to the nonsense of charlatans and sorcerers?"
Ling Nie's brows furrowed even more tightly, and his voice rose to a higher level: "Luo'er, when did you become so unruly and surly, with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth!"