Children and grandchildren are around their knees, and relatives are by their side.
No more cruel, unkind house rules.
Ning Zhongbai opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.
But when the words came to his lips, the light in his eyes dimmed a little bit.
With a painful expression on his face, he shook his head slightly: "No, no, I can't leave the Ning family, I swore..."
"Father!" Ning Yue was about to be stunned by her silly, sweet father, "What else is there in the Ning family that deserves your nostalgia?!"
Ning Zhongbai was about to speak.
He heard Ning Kunshan laughing lowly, and walked forward slowly leaning on the [Raksha Mandarin Duck Sleeve].
"You two girls, if you want to leave the Ning family, shouldn't you also ask me, the old ancestor, what you mean?"
Ning Yue sneered and was about to speak.
Unexpectedly, Ning Kunshan made a sudden move at this moment.
Ning Yue was stunned.
An old man of the third level of Xuanxian, facing two juniors whose cultivation base is far inferior to his own, unexpectedly used the shameless trick of sneak attack.
This was something she couldn't think of, so she didn't even have time to react.
Although Muyan was also shocked, she was already on guard.
So almost at the moment Ning Kunshan made a move, Qijue Sword was already out of its sheath.
When there is a sound.
[Raksha Mandarin Duck Turn] collided with Qijue Sword, and a spark was created horizontally.
Muyan's complexion changed drastically.
Because from the beginning, the target of Ning Kunshan's attack was not her and Ning Yue, but a feint shot, locking Ning Zhongbai.
boom!
Ning Zhongbai, who had a low level of cultivation, was blown away by the whole person.
You can almost hear the sound of bones breaking in his body.
The blood sprayed directly in the air.
"father!!"
Ning Yue let out a shrill scream and rushed out to save someone.
But Ning Fusheng, who had been waiting there, waved directly.
Ning Jianwen and Ning Jianwu stepped forward, one left and one right grabbed Ning Zhongbai who fell down.
The dead wood-like fingers turned into claws, tightly locking Ning Zhongbai's neck.
Ning Fusheng sternly said: "Ning Yue, Jun Muyan, catch him immediately, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."
Ning Yue's body shook violently.
His eyes were red, staring at the man in front of him.
The angry voice was hoarse and trembling, "Ning Fusheng, this is your son! It's your own son! You actually want to kill your son yourself, are you still human?!"
Ning Fusheng was expressionless, without the slightest ups and downs in his eyes, "As early as 20 years ago, when he betrayed the Ning family and tried to let the devil Jun Xiyuan go, he deserved to die. It was the ancestor who pleaded for mercy and stayed. He has one life. Now that he returns this life to his ancestors, it is only the end that he deserves."
Ning Zhongbai in Ning Jianwen's hand had no blood on his face at this time, and his body couldn't even stand upright.
The pupils are slack, and there is more air out and less air in.
Apparently he was dying.
Ning Yue was trembling with anger, tears could not stop falling from her eyes.
She only now realizes how naive she was before.
She also thought that grandpa was just too rigid and strict, putting family honor and responsibility first.
But for their relatives, at least they still have feelings.
But it turned out that in Ning Fusheng's eyes, she and her father were nothing.
As long as it is for the Ning family, for the ancestors.
Ning Fusheng could let his son and granddaughter die without hesitation.
Just like he was able to sacrifice his most beloved daughter without blinking an eye.