"Uncle Wen, you are so powerful in martial arts, how could you be like this? Are you suffering from a geriatric disease?" Liang Sheng asked curiously.
This Uncle Wen has been guarding the Liang family since he was a child. He has always been here in the wind and sun. He has never seen Uncle Wen sick or cold. Why did he suddenly collapse?
Uncle Wen did not say a word, but stood up with difficulty and raised his withered yellow hand.
Liang Sheng looked around and saw an extremely slender pinhole on his wrist.
"Uncle Wen, when did you go to fetch water? Do you really have a cold?" Liang Sheng asked in surprise.
"This is not the eye of an injection needle, but the eye of a silver needle." Wenbo looked at the needle attentively.
"Silver needle?" Liang Sheng opened his mouth wide.
"I was knocked down by that boy." Wen Bo said hoarsely.
"What?"
Liang Sheng's mouth opened so wide that he could no longer speak.
A small silver needle...brought down Uncle Wen?
If you tell me this kind of thing, I'm afraid no one in the entire Liang family will believe it...
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Inside the warehouse.
Liang Fengyan closed the door, but did not look back immediately. Instead, he turned his back to Lin Yang, as if he was thinking about something. He didn't know how long it took before he turned his head and spoke.
"Are you Xiaoyang?"
"It's me."
Lin Yang pricked his neck with a silver needle, and his god-like face immediately returned to Lin Yang's appearance.
"Is this your true appearance?" Liang Fengyan asked in surprise.
"That was my original appearance before." Lin Yang said.
"How did you do it?" Liang Fengyan said in disbelief.
It's almost like magic.
But Lin Yang remained silent.
Liang Fengyan took a deep breath and knew that now was not the time to talk about this.
"Xiaoyang, you must... hate me very much, right?"
"No, I just look down on you." Lin Yang whispered.
"Yes." Liang Fengyan said with a bitter smile: "If I can't even protect my wife, what's the use of a person like me? I deserve to be looked down upon..."
"Then, why don't you protect your godmother?" Lin Yang asked lightly.
However, this casual sentence was like a needle, deeply irritating Liang Fengyan.
He suddenly raised his head, eyes red, stared at Lin Yang, lowered his voice and shouted: "Why? Don't you understand why? Because I have no ability! I am incompetent! I am a waste! Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Lin Yang fell into silence again.
But Liang Fengyan rummaged around in his pocket, took out a pack of Yellow Crane Tower, lit one, sat on the wooden chair next to him, and said hoarsely: "Actually, what are you doing?
Mother should not have suffered such an unreasonable disaster. She was not a sinner of our Liang family. It's a pity...she offended someone...offended someone who shouldn't be offended...she really...
You shouldn't do that...Why is she so impulsive..."
As he spoke, Liang Feng closed his eyes tightly, and the big tears could no longer be suppressed, and flowed directly from the corners of his eyes.
A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
Lin Yang never thought that Uncle Yan, who had always been serious and strong, would have such a helpless and desperate side...
"What on earth... happened?" Lin Yang asked in a low voice.
But Liang Fengyan raised his empty eyes and said, "Xiaoyang, have you ever heard of...Wangyou Island?"
