My Cold and Beautiful Wife - Chapter 1037

[Chapter 1037 Three hundred years]

1037

Ye Fan naturally couldn’t bear to refuse, and didn’t even want to ask more, he nodded and said, “I will try my best to the best of my ability.”

“Mr. Ye’s words can definitely be done…” Ling Baiguang looked at Ling Yuwei with complicated eyes and said, “I hope…Mr. Ye can take good care of Yuwei for me… Her mother left early, I couldn’t Responsible, not a good father…”

Ye Fan was stunned, but he didn’t expect to entrust Ling Yuwei to him? !

Su Qingxue on the side also looked complicated, but she didn’t say anything.

Ling Yuwei cried and said: “Dad, don’t say that! It’s your daughter who is not filial to you! I always make you angry!! Dad, please don’t leave me, okay…”

Ling Baiguang looked at Ye Fan and continued to ask: “Mr. Ye, you Can you promise me, no matter what happens in the future, don’t let Yuwei get hurt…”

Ye Fan looked at Ling Yuwei, just right, Ling Yuwei was looking back at him, the eyes of the two met, and she couldn’t tell the complicated feeling.

Ye Fan looked at Su Qingxue next to him again, what he was actually worried about was that Su Qingxue had an idea.

But Su Qingxue smiled slightly at him at this time and nodded.

Seeing that the woman allowed this, Ye Fan really couldn’t bear to let Ling Baiguang die, so he said, “I see, Sect Master Ling, I promise you, as long as I can, I won’t let Yuwei hurt.”

“Okay…Okay…” Ling Baiguang’s eyes became more and more sloppy, and his breath became weaker, “I…I believe you…”

After saying the last three words, Ling Baiguang lost his vitality.

Dozens of Shushan people at the scene were devastated.

Outside the gate, a hurried, dusty old man suddenly flew over.

When the old man saw the scene inside the house, he shouted “white light” in grief!

It was Ling Qingfeng, who rushed back in a hurry, but couldn’t see the last side of his son.

“Master! Senior apprentice brother, he’s gone!” Li Lihong and other disciples burst out crying.

Ling Qingfeng staggered to the side of the sickbed, looked at Ling Baiguang who had left peacefully, and wept bitterly.

“White hair and black hair, why is God doing this to my Ling family and my Shushan!!”

Ling Yuwei also hugged her grandfather, her grandfather and grandson crying.

But when everyone in the room was still extremely sad, Ye Fan suddenly noticed that there was an unusual aura coming from the mountain behind Shushan.

“Someone invaded!”

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he ran out first.

When everyone heard Ye Fan say this, they were all stunned, subconsciously thinking that the master who attacked Shushan would come again, and they hurried out.

Even Ling Qingfeng and Ling Yuwei didn’t care about anything else and hurried to the back mountain.

As soon as Ye Fan arrived at the back mountain, he saw seven or eight corpses of Shushanmen on the ground, all of which had been burned by the flames, beyond recognition.

An old man wearing a red and black robe with gray hair was standing in front of the Tibetan sword pavilion, looking at the people in Shushan who came scornfully.

“You are the one who attacked Sect Leader Ling?” Ye Fan saw the old man and found that he couldn’t see his cultivation, but from the feeling, the other party should have surpassed the realm of concentration, and he was probably a master of the realm of dust. !

The old man said lightly: “Boy, you don’t look like someone from Shushan, why are you here to mind your own business?”

“Why did you attack the Shushan faction, and what organization are you?” Ye Fan remembered that Su Qingxue had said that all the major factions were attacked.

The old man didn’t mean to answer properly at all. When he saw the people from the Shushan faction behind him, he smiled and said, “Finally, they’re all here. The old man is waiting for your staff to be tidy, and I’m getting impatient after waiting.”

Under the leadership of Ling Qingfeng, the elders of Shushan held their own swords and waited solemnly.

Ling Qingfeng glanced at the several disciples who were burned to death, and frowned, “Who are you?”

“Are you Ling Qingfeng?” asked the old man in red.

“Exactly,” Ling Qingfeng said gloomily. The old man seemed to recall again. After thinking for a while, he said, “How many years has Ling Jiuheng

gone?”

Ling Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then said in a stunned voice, “You know my grandfather!?”

I was shocked because Ling Jiuheng was the grandfather of Ling Qingfeng, the elder of the previous generation in Shushan.

Could this old man in red and black be the same generation as Ling Jiuheng! ?

The old man did wave his hand, “I don’t know, I just guessed, since Shushan is now the Great Elder, your grandfather should be gone.

But well… I have a little friendship with Ling Taiyuan, but it’s a pity that he died of illness, otherwise It is estimated that your Ling family will not be reduced to today.”

As soon as these words came out, Ling Qingfeng’s face turned pale, and his eyes were full of shock.

Ye Fan, like most people in Shushan, is completely unclear about what this means.

Ling Yuwei also stopped crying at this moment, and asked hesitantly: “Grandpa, the Ling Taiyuan he said is the genius ancestor of our Ling family more than 300 years ago?”

Ling Qingfeng nodded awkwardly and said, “It should be That ancestor… The ancestor of Taiyuan is said to have reached the Great Perfection of Concentration at the age of 20 and understood the sword intent. It is a

pity that the realm of Concentration is also a mortal body, and the medical treatment at that time was not as developed as it is now. After he contracted an incurable disease, he was young He died young, leaving only one son.”

“How…how could he know our ancestors three hundred years ago?” Ling Yuwei said in disbelief.

The red-clothed old man laughed and said: “Little girl, old man, I’m just more than three hundred years older than you, what’s the fuss about?

Ye Wuya, the god of martial arts you worship, lived for more than five hundred years, so should he only be allowed to stay forever ? Rely on the world not to die?”

Ye Fan was stunned, Ye Wuya? Valkyrie?

At the beginning, the atmospheric tyrant and the demon prison officer also asked him what he had to do with Ye Wuya…

Is it really related to the Martial God…

Ye Fan was lost in thought for a while, and the sounds around him seemed to be inaudible.

Ling Qingfeng’s expression changed and said: “Since you are an old senior and have ties to our ancestors, why are you so cruel to our Shushan and Ling family!!?” The

old man laughed and said: “Little guy, if you want to blame, blame it. If it weren’t for his hypocritical face and the evil deeds he did three hundred years ago, the god of war you worship would not be interested in doing anything to the descendants of our ancestors!

Sooner or later, you will understand that you are helping the emperor and worshipping a person. The devil in the world!!”

“I don’t know what you are talking nonsense about. If you suffer in front of the Martial God, then you should find the Martial God. What kind of seniors are you supposed to be killing the innocent like this now!?” Ling Qingfeng said angrily. .

The old man looked up to the sky and sighed, “You are right, if the old man can kill Ye Wuya, he will definitely be willing to fight him, even if the jade and stone are burned, he will not hesitate

… , far from being able to defeat him… To defeat him, naturally we can only think of other ways.”

[End of this Chapter]