Ye Fengyu knelt in front of the spirit card table, wearing only an underwear.
The inner shirt was torn several times.
Ye Qingluo could tell that it was a whip mark.
What made Ye Qingluo furious the most was...
Her younger brother actually knelt on the tiles!
A few uneven, broken tiles!
The sharp tiles cut through the skin of Ye Fengyu's knees, and the seeping blood stained the tiles and the ground red.
Those members of the Ye family used such cruel means to deal with her younger brother!
"Get up!" Ye Qingluo strode in, his tone cold.
"Sister..." Ye Fengyu's face turned pale from the pain, but she bit her lips tightly and shook her head, "Father said, as long as I kneel here for a day and a night, he will forgive you..."
"Get up!" Ye Qingluo's tone became heavier, his eyes became colder and colder.
Ye Fengyu opened his mouth, just about to speak.
"If you don't get up, from now on, I'll just pretend I don't have your little brother!"
Ye Qingluo was really angry.
Full of anger, raging in the bottom of my heart.
"Since I dare to do it, I don't need any forgiveness. What's more, Ye Tiankuang is not qualified to talk about forgiveness with me!"
Ye Qingluo's eyes were cold, and she approached Ye Fengyu, "If you still think of me as your sister, stand up for me now!"
"Sister..." Ye Fengyu looked embarrassed as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.
He could see that his sister was really angry.
But... the father is a father after all, and it is against filial piety for my sister to do so...
If it gets out, it will make the entire Xilan Continent, and even the realm of Nirvana, laugh at my sister for the rest of her life!
He didn't get along with his sister for a long time, but he still understood her temper very well.
If he doesn't get up, my sister will definitely turn around and leave, seriously denying him as a younger brother.
Anxious in my heart, I wanted to move my body, but it made the tiles on my knees pierce a little deeper.
His body trembled uncontrollably from the pain.
"Zi Ling, let's go."
Ye Qingluo sneered, turned around and left without saying a word.
Zi Ling followed behind, looked at Ye Fengyu with anxious eyes, and then caught up with Ye Qingluo, wanting to plead for mercy.
But when she met Shang Yeqingluo's expressionless face, Zi Ling was stunned and couldn't utter a word.
"elder sister!"
Ye Fengyu was in a hurry. Seeing that Ye Qingluo was about to walk out of the ancestral hall, he immediately stood up and wanted to chase Ye Qingluo.
As soon as he stood up straight, his bloody knee suddenly felt a tearing pain, which made him gasp for air.
He fell to the ground, breathing heavily: "Sister, don't go, don't go..."
Ye Qingluo stopped in his tracks.
But she didn't turn back.
He just stood at the gate of the ancestral hall, looking at him coldly with those clear eyes.
"Miss, Eighth Young Master's leg..." Seeing that Miss's heart softened, Zi Ling took the opportunity to speak up and wanted to help Ye Fengyu.
"Come here by yourself." Ye Qingluo's cold voice interrupted Zi Ling's thoughts.
"Miss… "
"Myself, walk in front of me step by step, and swear to me, you are my younger brother Ye Qingluo, with integrity and blood, and from now on, these knees will not kneel to the sky, to the ground, or to anyone !"
Ye Qingluo's voice was as cold as frost.
She loves the younger brother Ye Fengyu.
She wanted to teach her younger brother well.
However, if Ye Fengyu can't grow up anyway, she will never waste her time on a hopeless person.
"Kneeling is the practice of the weak."
Ye Qingluo folded his arms around his chest, and looked down at the person lying on the ground condescendingly: "I don't need weak people by my side."