A few minutes later, the two passed through the back door of the compound and came to a cave.
There were no guards at the door, so they probably all ran to the front yard.
Ling Hao looked around and saw a middle-aged man slumped on the ground.
The clothes on his body were shabby, his hair was unkempt, his beard hung down on his chest, his eyes were hollow and lifeless, and his whole body was extremely weak.
The man is none other than the former head of the Xiao clan, Xiao Penghui!
It's just that now, he doesn't have the slightest sense of being a wealthy man. He is worse than a beggar on the roadside.
Murong Zhenxiu was really cruel to make his biological son look like this!
"Dad!" Xiao Lingxue ran over quickly.
"Xiao...Xiaoxue?" Hearing Xiao Lingxue's voice, a rare flash of light flashed in Xiao Penghui's empty eyes.
The two fathers and daughters are able to survive today only because they support each other. Otherwise, they may have chosen to commit suicide long ago.
"Dad..." Xiao Lingxue came over, her tears flowed out uncontrollably, and then she helped Xiao Penghui sit down on a big rock.
"Xiaoxue... why are you here today? It shouldn't be... it's not the time yet, right?" Xiao Penghui said with difficulty.
After a slight pause, he glanced at Ling Hao with his peripheral vision and asked again: "Xiao...Xiaoxue, he...who is he..."
"Dad, he is..." Xiao Lingxue took a deep breath and then spoke.
Plop!
Before Xiao Lingxue finished speaking, Ling Hao came to Xiao Penghui and knelt down directly, with tears in his eyes.
"Uncle Xiao, it's all because of me that you became like this. I'm late, I'm sorry!"
After finishing speaking, he kowtowed to Xiao Penghui three times.
The King of the West, Ling Shuai, knelt down on his knees in front of the sky and his parents on the ground. It was entirely because of him that Xiao Penghui fell into this situation. He could afford Ling Hao to kneel down!
"You...are you?" Xiao Penghui was slightly stunned.
"Dad...he is brother Ling Yi..." Xiao Lingxue choked.
"What...what!?" Xiao Penghui exclaimed with difficulty.
After a slight pause, he shook his head vigorously: "No...impossible. The eldest young master was killed five years ago. He cannot be the eldest young master..."
"Uncle Xiao, I am really Murong Lingyi. I was saved by someone five years ago." Ling Hao took a deep breath and responded.
"You... are you really the eldest... eldest young master?" Upon hearing Ling Hao's words, Xiao Penghui's eyes perked up and his whole body trembled: "eldest... eldest young master, you... get up quickly..."
Then, he shakily stood up from the stone, bent his legs and knelt down to salute Ling Hao.
"Uncle Xiao, you can't do it!" Ling Hao stood up and supported Xiao Penghui's body.
"Young Master...Then why are you here..." Xiao Penghui said in a trembling voice.
"Uncle Xiao, let's leave here first and talk as we walk." Ling Hao then helped Xiao Penghui walk into the courtyard.
A quarter of an hour later, the three of them came to a pavilion in the courtyard and sat down. Ling Hao also introduced the matter to Xiao Penghui.
"I see!"
After listening to Ling Hao's words, Xiao Penghui finally understood.
At the same time, I also learned that Ling Hao was the Western King Ling Shuai, and my heart was even more disturbed!
Sure enough, the tiger father has no dog sons!
Kick! Kick! Kick!
At this moment, the sound of footsteps sounded, and then Xuan Pang was seen walking over quickly.
