Zuo Xiaoduo was silent for a while.
"Just say... I was the one who stopped you and wouldn't let you leave. I want to hear what Grandma Zuo has to say, just a few words." Wang Lingyun said.
Zuo Xiaoduo understood.
This old man still has a glimmer of hope in his heart, or perhaps it can be said that it is the last bit of unwillingness.
Zuo Xiaoduo took out his cell phone expressionlessly, dialed Wu Yuting's number, and turned on the speakerphone: "Mom."
"Dog, what's the matter?" Wu Yuting's voice came out.
"It's like this, the Wang family stole things from our house, and I came to take them, but they wouldn't let me leave." Zuo Xiaoduo said.
"How dare they do that!" Wu Yuting said angrily, "They stole our things and they think they can just let it go like this? What did they steal? Make them pay back tenfold!"
The mother and son work together in perfect harmony.
As the saying goes, a small detail can reveal a big idea, and a small statement can reveal a profound meaning. As soon as Wu Yuting heard it, she knew that her son was using a tiger's skin to make a big name.
But since it was her son who was causing the trouble, as a mother she naturally had to cooperate perfectly and seamlessly.
One side.
Wang Lingyun's tears fell quickly, and she choked up and called out: "Grandma Zuo... I am Xiao Yuner..."
On the other end 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 worldly affairs?"
"It's been... more than four thousand years... about four thousand eight hundred years..."
Wang Lingyun choked with tears and said, "Ever since Ling'er passed away... I have been hiding from the world... Well, actually, before that, I had already stopped caring about anything..."
Wu Yuting sighed quietly: "So you don't know anything about what happened over the years?"
"I do not know."
Wu Yuting's voice came out: "Xiaoduo."
"exist."
"Take Wang Lingyun out."
Wu Yuting sighed and said, "Don't forget to bring the Jinghong Sword!"
“This…” Zuo Xiaoduo was stunned.
In someone else's home, taking away their ancestors... How does this mean
How could Wang Han and others be willing to let this last amulet be taken away
"If you can't take him away, I will send You Dongtian and Yun Zhonghu. They are capable of taking people away." Wu Yuting's voice came out faintly.
Yes, not only do they have the ability to take people away, they also have the ability to destroy the Wang family in an instant. The two kings from the left and right are coming together? !
Upon hearing this message, Wang Han and Wang Zhong turned pale.
"From now on, Wang Lingyun has no relationship with the Wang family anymore!"
Wu Yuting said: "Xiao Yun'er, are you willing?"
Wang Lingyun choked up and said, "I am willing... Grandma Zuo, can I ask why?"
Wu Yuting said calmly: "Your uncle will tell you later that things in the world are not impermanent, and retribution is always inevitable!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Wang Lingyun burst into tears, like an orphan who had been lost for thousands of years and suddenly saw his relatives again.
Although I only heard the sound, my heart was already pounding with excitement, and I couldn't suppress the urge to cry.
Although Wang Lingyun is an old man of tens of thousands of years old, the fire of his life has come to an end and is about to go out.
But the admiration I felt at this moment was so overwhelming that it was hard to control.
"What do you say?" Zuo Xiaoduo asked.
"I'll go with you." Wang Lingyun responded without any hesitation.
"Ancestor!"
All the members of the Wang family knelt down in unison.
Wang Lingyun took a deep breath and said, "I'll go and see what you guys have done. If... you guys are really unforgivable... then I won't come back... and you guys shouldn't tarnish the glory of our ancestors anymore. I'll take the Jinghong Sword away."
"If there is still room for redemption, I will ask Grandma Zuo to let me come back and bring back the Jinghong Sword."
Wang Lingyun said firmly: "Don't kneel down... You are destined not to stay with me, I... don't even recognize you anymore..."
Wang Han walked a few steps on his knees, raised his head and said in tears: "Grandfather..."
"Didn't you hear what Grandma Zuo said?..." Wang Lingyun said coldly: "Could it be that... you want the two Heavenly Kings to come and take me away?"
Wang Han lowered his head, laid on the ground, and cried loudly, crying as if his father had died.
No, even if his biological father had died, an old fox like him who has become a wise man would probably not show such emotions and be so miserable!
When Zuo Xiaoduo and his companions pushed Wang Lingyun away from the Wang family in a wheelchair, all they could hear behind them was the sound of crying.
The Wang family's people were kneeling on the ground in a black mass, all of them were covered in dust and their eyes were filled with despair.
They know very well.
Wang Lingyun left today, taking the Jinghong Sword with him. The Wang family has lost its last 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's sword!
That is the final trump card that can save the Wang family, and it is also the last mark left by the continent's God of War Wang Feihong in this world!
When this man and his sword left the Wang family at the same time, they also lost their last trump card!
However, no one dared to say anything at this moment, not even a single word.
Lady on the Throne said it very clearly, if Zuo Xiaoduo couldn't do it, she would send the Left and Right Heavenly Kings over immediately!
With just one order, the Left and Right Heavenly Kings can arrive here in half an hour at most. Not to mention the Wang family that is in a precarious situation now, even when the Wang family was at its peak, the Wang family was unable to contend with the combined power of the two Heavenly Kings, and could not be stopped no matter what!
People will definitely leave!
Watching the 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 and could no longer bear it.
He said loudly: "Ancestor, I have something to say!"
Wang Lingyun's haggard face moved, and he patted Long Yusheng's hand that was pushing the wheelchair, then turned around and said, "You say."
Wang Han stood up suddenly, straightened his back, looked at Wang Lingyun, and said loudly: "Wang Han is not talented, but as the current head of the Wang family, now that the ancestor has decided to leave, I just want to ask the ancestor a question on behalf of the descendants of the Wang family!"
The withered look in Wang Lingyun's eyes remained motionless, like a pool of stagnant water. He said calmly, "You ask."
"May I ask, ancestor, did you intend to completely sever ties with the Wang family when you broke out today? You also took away the Jinghong Sword, which is the life support and the highest honor of the Wang family's descendants. Have you ever thought about it for the descendants of the Wang family, even a little bit?"
Wang Han asked loudly with a look of grief and indignation on his face.
Zuo Xiaoduo was furious and was about to retort.
Wang Lingyun slowly raised his skinny hand, stopped Zuo Xiaoduo's hand, and said gently: "Uncle, I will handle the Wang family's affairs. You will have to pay for the sins you have committed. Just like what Grandma Zuo said, the world is unpredictable, and retribution is always good."
He turned his gaze to Wang Han's face and said calmly, "I understand what you mean. Do you think that if the Jinghong Sword leaves the Wang family, the Wang family will lose its most powerful amulet?"
Although it was embarrassing, Wang Han had no choice but to raise his head and said, "Yes! Now that the Jinghong Sword is gone, the Wang family... is probably finished. I hope that the ancestors will have mercy and give our descendants a glimmer of hope and a way to survive!"
Wang Lingyun didn't speak for a long time.
After a long while, he coughed and said, "It turns out you guys really did it to the extreme!"
Wang Han lowered his head and said nothing.
"It turns out that he really made a big mistake, to the point where he needed the protection of his ancestors to save his life. That's why he told me today that the descendants of the throne came to cause trouble and provoke me, and asked me to intervene. It turns out that everything in the world has cause and effect, and retribution is not impermanent..."
Wang Lingyun sighed.
"Please have mercy, ancestor."
The Wang family shouted in unison at the same time, no matter how hard they tried to save their face, they would not care about it at all in order to survive!
A mocking look appeared on Wang Lingyun's haggard face.
He held the hilt of the Jinghong Sword with both hands and said calmly, "You all should know that the divine sword has a spirit, right?!"
"Back then, our ancestor wore white clothes and wielded a sword. He killed thousands of people across the mountains and rivers and fought against all the heroes in the world. He never bent his back, never retreated, and would rather break than bend, and would rather die than retreat. This is the ancestor's great reputation!"
Wang Lingyun looked far away, as if he saw his grandfather Wang Feihong, who was dressed in white and as sharp as a sword. In all his memories, he had never seen his grandfather's white clothes stained with dust, and he had never seen his grandfather's waist bend for even a second!
Always so aloof and upright, looking down on the world!
A white dress makes the world cold!
One sword lights up three continents!
The stunning king!
Wang Lingyun chanted in a gentle voice: "The whole body is cold, the white clothes are lightly stained, the top of the ice peak, the proud sword is stunning!"
The whole audience was silent.
Although they had no favorable impression towards the current Wang family, when they heard about the deeds of the former King Jinghong, Zuo Xiaoduo and others could still feel their blood boiling, as if they saw the stunning figure of the lonely and proud swordsman in light white.
When no one was left to fight, he came out alone, sword in hand, and proudly challenged the countless top masters of the Witch Alliance!
"If you defeat me, Wang Feihong, you win!"
That upright and proud character never bent until his death. He would rather turn into a shining star than accept a failure that determined the fate of the continent!
The earth-shattering sound of the self-explosion still echoes in the hearts of generations to come in the Star Soul Continent to this day!
"When our ancestor fought the Heavenly King alone... he used this Jinghong Sword!"
Wang Lingyun looked at the sword in his hand: "As proud as our ancestors were, this sword is just as proud as this one!"
"You want it to protect you, let alone whether you deserve it or not, you dare to 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 he was extremely restless and indignant in his heart.
He drew his sword with all his might, and a flash of light appeared, as if all the frost in the sky had descended upon the world at this moment.
This is the manifestation of the power of the sword itself.
After Wang Lingyun drew his sword from its sheath, he immediately threw it out. The sword somersaulted several times in the air, shone brightly, and fell to the ground with a clang.
The tip of the sword pierced into the hard ground of the Wang family's old house, and the long sword flashed and swayed slightly.
Although it is just a sword and it no longer has an owner.
But this sword is still as noble and aloof as before.
Even if it is inserted into the ground, you are still on the top of the ice peak, overlooking the world and being amazed by this world!
It is cold and arrogant, and no one is worthy of being associated with it.
The sword was swaying, the frost still remained, and a sense of expectation was faintly emanating from it.
It seemed to be expecting the big hands of its former owner to hold the hilt of the sword again.
Come and hold me, I will accompany you and fight with you to become a hero in the world again!
Come quickly!
After a long time, the sword finally stopped swaying, but the sense of expectation had gradually disappeared, turning into a sense of loneliness, solitude and sadness, full of loss and sadness, emanating from the sword.
where did you go
Why don't you come
Having lost his old companions, Jinghong Jian has been lonely ever since!
Now it’s unsheathed, it’s still sharp, still frosty, still radiant, and still full of fighting spirit.
It wanted to conquer the world again, but there was no longer the person who accompanied it to roam the world together!
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
The Jinghong Sword emitted three sorrowful sword sounds.
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(End of this chapter)