Jie opened the wooden gauze curtain, jumped up, and with an extremely light posture, he was one step ahead of Ling Zhan and landed in front of Ling Yue and Ling Ziying.
"Where's Sister? Have you seen Sister?"
Jie raised his head and saw a pair of enchanting purple eyes on a face as beautiful as a celestial being.
As soon as Ling Yue's eyes touched those beautiful purple eyes, she felt as if she had fallen into a fatal and charming whirlpool.
The fear in her heart disappeared in an instant, and two abnormal blushes appeared on her frightened pale face.
She has never... never seen such a beautiful boy!
"What am I asking you about? Where's my sister? Didn't you see my sister's soul? Why didn't you say anything!"
A hint of murderous intent flashed through Jie's purple eyes, and the fair-skinned boy's hand, which was not too big, stretched out and suddenly grabbed Ling Yue's neck.
His voice was still hoarse as usual. This was probably the only characteristic that could identify him.
Even though her neck was stuck and the pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe, Ling Yue's extremely obsessed eyes were still tightly glued to Jie's flawless face.
"Ling Luo...her ghost...appeared." Ling Yue's face became increasingly red.
On the one hand, it was because I saw the shyness of the beautiful boy, and the bigger reason was because of the difficulty in breathing.
"Where did sister's ghost appear? Tell me quickly!" Jie was extremely excited, with the purple vortex spinning in his eyes.
"Ahem..." Ling Yue couldn't breathe and looked like she was struggling, "Can you let me go first? Why do you siblings like to strangle people?"
Jie's purple eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly retracted his hand, his eyes fixed on the large bruise on Ling Yue's neck.
Is that what sister left behind?
"You bastard! Are the descendants of this old man someone that an outsider can bully at will?"
Ling Zhan rushed over and saw Jie being rough with Ling Yue. Although he didn't like this granddaughter very much, there were so many pairs of eyes in the venue looking at her. This behavior of Jie would undoubtedly bring shame to the Ling family!
Ling Zhan rushed over with an angry look on his face and punched Jie hard in the face.
Jie's expression remained normal, and he raised a palm to easily block Ling Zhan's attack.
At the same time, his figure transformed into a series of more than a dozen shadows. He ducked and turned behind Ling Zhan. He stretched out his long arm and grabbed Ling Zhan's neck.
The strange and unpredictable movements make people completely confused about the routine.
Ling Zhan's heart sank, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
It wasn't any cultivation method of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. He couldn't figure out the vitality attribute emanating from this thirteen-year-old boy!
How terrible!
Like a ghost!
Because it was too treacherous, Ling Zhan, a fourth-level great martial artist who had experienced hundreds of battles, did not know how to respond to the enemy, and was captured so easily by a young man whose cultivation was lower than his own.
What a shame!
The old man's heart flashed with shame and anger.
The situation reached a deadlock, the air was stagnant, and no one dared to say a word.
Jie slowly let go of Ling Zhan's neck, narrowed his purple eyes and said, "I'm sorry, my sister's grandfather."
As much respect as he had for Ling Luo, he also had respect for the old man in front of him.
What he just did was just a self-defense counterattack in a moment of urgency, and he didn't use 100% of his cultivation.