"Just say... I stopped you and wouldn't let you go. I want to hear what Grandma Zuo said, just a few words." Wang Lingyun said.
Zuo Xiaoduo understood.
This old man still has a trace of extravagant hope in his heart, or in other words, it is the last trace of unwillingness.
Zuo Xiaoduo took out his cell phone expressionlessly, dialed Wu Yuting's number, and turned on the speakerphone: "Mom."
"Gouda, what's going on?" Wu Yuting's voice came out.
"That's right, the Wang family stole something from our house, and I came to get it, but they wouldn't let me go," Zuo Xiaoduo said.
"How dare they!" Wu Yuting said angrily: "You stole our things and you want to let it go like this? What did you steal? Let them pay back ten times!"
The mother and son work together in perfect harmony.
As the saying goes, you will know something from the slightest thing, but the slightest words will be careless. As soon as Wu Yuting heard it, she knew that her son was pulling the skin of a tiger to make a big banner.
But since it is her son who is causing the trouble, the mother naturally has to cooperate flawlessly.
aside.
Wang Lingyun's tears fell down and she choked with sobs and shouted: "Grandma Zuo... I am Xiao Yun'er..."
On the other side of the phone, Wu Yuting's voice paused: "Xiao Yun'er? Are you...still alive?"
"Grandma Zuo...it's me..." Wang Lingyun burst into tears.
"Xiao Yun'er..." Wu Yuting sighed and said, "How many years have you been away from world affairs?"
"It's...more than four thousand years...forty-eight hundred years..."
Wang Lingyun shed tears and choked up: "Ever since Ling'er passed away... I can't hide from the world... Well, actually before that, I didn't care about anything..."
Wu Yuting sighed quietly: "So you don't know anything about what happened in these years?"
"I do not know."
Wu Yuting's voice came out: "Xiao Duo."
"exist."
"Take Wang Lingyun out."
Wu Yuting sighed and said: "Don't forget to bring the Jinghong Sword!"
"This..." Zuo Xiaoduo was stunned.
In other people's homes, take away their ancestors... What do you say?
How could Wang Han and others be willing to have this last amulet taken away?
"If you can't take him away, I will send You Dongtian and Yun Zhonghu there. They have the ability to take him away." Wu Yuting's voice came out faintly.
Yes, not only do they have the ability to take people away, but they also have the ability to destroy the Wang family in an instant. The kings from the left and right are both coming?!
When Wang Han and Wang Zhong heard this message, their faces turned ashen.
"From now on, Wang Lingyun has no relationship with the Wang family!"
Wu Yuting said: "Xiao Yun'er, are you willing?"
Wang Lingyun choked up and said: "I do...Grandma Zuo, can I ask...why?"
Wu Yuting said calmly: "Your brother-in-law will naturally tell you later that things in the world are impermanent, and the consequences are never pleasant!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Wang Lingyun cried loudly, like an orphan who had been separated for thousands of years and suddenly saw his relatives again.
Although I just heard the sound, my heart was already so excited that my heart was surging, and I couldn't control the urge to cry.
Although Wang Lingyun is an old man who has lived for thousands of years, the fire of life has come to an end and is about to be extinguished.
But the feeling of admiration at this moment was so overwhelming that it was difficult to restrain it.
"What did you say?" Zuo Xiaoduo asked.
"I'll go with you." Wang Lingyun responded without any hesitation.
"Ancestor!"
Everyone in the Wang family knelt down in unison.
Wang Lingyun took a deep breath and said: "Let me go and see what you have done. If... you are really unforgivable... then I will not come back... and you should not taint our ancestors again."
Glory, Jinghong Sword, I will take it away."
"If there is still room for redemption, I will beg Grandma Zuo to let me come back and bring me back with the Jinghong Sword."
Wang Lingyun said resolutely: "Stop kneeling... You are destined to be unable to keep me. I... don't even know you anymore..."
Wang Han walked a few steps on his knees, raised his head and cried: "Old ancestor..."
"Didn't you hear what Grandma Zuo said?..." Wang Lingyun said sternly: "Could it be that...you want the two heavenly kings on the left and right to come and take me away?"
Wang Han lowered his head, lay on the ground, and cried loudly, as if his own father had died.
No, even if his biological father is dead, an old fox like him who has become a spirit will probably not be so miserable and miserable!
When Zuo Xiaoduo and his group pushed Wang Lingyun away from Wang's house in a wheelchair, there were only people behind them crying bitterly.
Members of the Wang family were all kneeling on the ground in darkness, their bodies covered with disgrace and their eyes full of despair.
They know it very well.
Wang Lingyun left today, taking the Jinghong Sword with him. It was as if the Wang family had lost the last life-saving straw!
The dying Wang Lingyun is not the Wang family's life-saving straw. The real life-saving straw is the Jinghong Sword in his hand!
God of war with sword!
That is the last trump card that can save the Wang family, and it is also the last mark left by the mainland God of War Wang Feihong in this world!
This person left the Wang family at the same time with one sword, and even the last trump card was lost!
However, at this moment, no one dared to say anything, not even a word.
Mrs. Throne made it very clear that if Zuo Xiaoduo can't do it, he will send the left and right kings over immediately!
With just one order, the left and right kings can arrive here in half an hour at most. Not to mention the Wang family, which is currently in turmoil. Even when the Wang family was at its peak, the Wang family was unable to compete with the combined power of the two kings. It could not be stopped no matter what.
of!
People will definitely leave!
Seeing that old figure as old as a candle in the wind slowly walking to the door and about to leave the Wang family's old house, Wang Han couldn't help but feel filled with hatred in his chest, and he couldn't bear it anymore.
He said loudly: "Ancestor, I have something to say!"
Wang Lingyun's haggard face moved, he patted Long Yusheng's hand pushing the wheelchair, turned around and said, "Say."
Wang Han suddenly stood up, straightened his back, looked at Wang Lingyun, and said loudly: "Wang Han is not talented. As the current head of the Wang family, now that the ancestors have decided to leave, they just want to represent the descendants of the Wang family and ask their respects."
A word from our ancestors!”
The withered look in Wang Lingyun's eyes remained motionless, like a pool of stagnant water, and he said lightly: "You ask."
"I dare to ask my ancestors, did they intend to completely sever ties with the Wang family when they broke out of the house today? They also took away the Jinghong Sword, which the Wang family's descendants relied on as their life support and the highest honor. Did they ever provide the descendants of the Wang family with every opportunity?
Have you ever thought about it personally, even a little bit?"
Wang Han looked sad and angry and asked loudly.
Zuo Xiaoduo became angry and was about to refute.
Wang Lingyun slowly raised his skinny hand, stopped Zuo Xiaoduo's hand, and said gently: "Uncle, it's up to me to resolve the Wang family's affairs. I have to pay for the sins I have done, just like Grandma Zuo said.
As he said, things in this world are impermanent, and the consequences are never pleasant."
He turned to indifferent eyes and focused on Wang Han's face, and said calmly: "I understand what you mean by this sentence. Do you think that when Jinghong Sword leaves the Wang family, the Wang family has lost its most powerful member?"
amulet?"
Although it was embarrassing, Wang Han had no choice but to hold his head high and said: "Yes! The Jinghong Sword is gone, and the Wang family... I'm afraid it's over. Please be kind to our ancestors and give future generations a chance and a way to survive!"
Wang Lingyun didn't speak for a long time.
After a long, long time, he coughed and said: "It turns out that you have really done a great job!"
Wang Han lowered his head and said nothing.
"It turns out that I really made a big mistake, and I need the help of my ancestors to save my life. That's why I told me today that the descendants of the throne came to cause trouble and provoke me, and asked me to come forward. Sure enough, everything in the world has cause and effect, and retribution is not unpredictable...
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Wang Lingyun sighed.
"Please, ancestor, have mercy on me."
The Wang family members shouted in unison at the same time, in order to survive, they did not care about any face!
Wang Lingyun's haggard face showed a mocking look.
He held the hilt of Jinghong Sword with both hands and said calmly: "You should all know that the Divine Sword has spirit, right?!"
"Back then, our ancestors were dressed in white and wielding swords. With one man and one sword, he killed thousands of people across the mountains and rivers, and defeated all the heroes in the world. He never bent down, never retreated, and would rather break than bend, and would rather die than retreat. This is the great reputation of our ancestors!"
Wang Lingyun's eyes were far away, and he seemed to see his grandfather Wang Feihong again, who was dressed in white like a sword. In all his memories, he had never seen his grandfather's white clothes stained with any dust, and he had never seen his grandfather's waist so bent.
One second!
Always so aloof and upright, looking down upon the world!
Dressed in white, the world is cold!
The light of one sword chilled three continents!
Jinghongtianwang!
Wang Lingyun chanted in a manly voice: "The whole body is cold and cold, the white clothes are lightly dyed, on the top of the ice peak, the proud sword is stunning!"
The whole place was silent.
Although they have no favorable impression of the current Wang family, Zuo Xiaoduo and others can still feel their blood boiling when they heard about the deeds of King Jinghong. They seemed to have seen the arrogant swordsman in white clothes and the figure of Jinghong.
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When there is no one left to fight, he goes out alone with his sword, one person with one sword, facing countless masters of the Wu League, and proudly challenges!
"If you defeat me, Wang Feihong, you will win!"
That straight and proud body did not bend even until death. He would rather transform into a bright star than accept a failure that affects the fate of the continent!
That earth-shattering self-destruction still echoes in the hearts of generations of ancestors of Star Soul Continent to this day!
"When my ancestor fought against the king of the world alone... he used this Jinghong Sword!"
Wang Lingyun looked at the sword in his hand: "How proud our ancestors were, how proud this sword is!"
"You want it to protect you, not to mention whether you deserve it or not. Dare you ask it yourself, is it willing?"
Wang Lingyun's voice was as calm as water, but his old face slowly turned red with anger. It was obvious that his heart was extremely restless and indignant.
He struggled to draw his sword, and the light suddenly flashed, as if the sky was filled with frost and cold, and all came to the world at this moment.
This is the manifestation of the power of the sword itself.
After Wang Lingyun unsheathed his sword, he immediately threw it out. The long sword turned a few somersaults in the air, radiated light, and fell to the ground with a clang.
The tip of the sword was inserted into the hard ground of the Wang family's old house, and the sword shone with light and swayed slightly.
Although it is just a sword, although it has no owner.
But this sword is still as noble and aloof as ever.
If you stick it on the ground, you will still be on the top of the ice peak, overlooking the world, and it will be amazing in this world!
He is cold and arrogant, and no one is worthy of being associated with him.
The sword body was swaying, the frost and cold were still there, and there was a faint sense of expectation.
It seems that he is expecting the big hands of his old master to hold the sword hilt again.
Come and hold me, I will accompany you to fight against the heroes of the world again!
Come quickly!
After a long time, the sword finally stopped swaying, but the sense of expectation gradually disappeared and turned into a sense of loneliness and sadness, full of loss and sadness, permeating the sword.
where did you go?
Why don't you come?
Having lost his former partner, Jinghongjian is still alone today!
Now that it has emerged from its sheath, its edge remains the same, the frost remains the same, the light remains the same, and the fighting spirit remains the same.
It wants to fight in the world again, but it no longer has the same person to accompany it across the world!