"Father." Ling Luo's face changed slightly. Deep in his body, a sense of fear rose up.

It's not that she, Ling Luo, is afraid of him Ling Nie, it's that this body is too scared. That fear is so ingrained that even if the soul is destroyed, it is still imprinted in the body and flesh.

In the past sixteen years, Ling Nie has been extremely blind to this third daughter who has zero cultivation talent, hating it tightly, beating and scolding at every turn, and extremely severe punishment will be lowered for the slightest trivial matter.

Of course, this father can be said to be extremely loving to her sister Ling Yue, who is very talented and has reached the fifth order of Muyuan martial artist at the age of sixteen, and responds to all requests.

"You, an unfilial girl, are pulling and pulling and entangled with a dirty and smelly beggar at the door of your house, such filthy things are simply unsightly!" Ling Nie's voice was like a bell, his voice was angry, he unceremoniously stretched out a hand, shot like electricity, and slapped Ling Luo fiercely.

Ling Nie is a more powerful existence above the martial artists, and he is a sixth-order martial artist. The Ling family's cultivation was all Mu Yuan, and this slap, with a green aura, directly fanned Ling Luo's body out of the air.

Xuanyuan Yu's eyes lit up, and the golden light in his black pupils flashed, he took a few steps back, gently and skillfully caught Ling Luo's body, hugged her slender waist, and half-hugged it in his arms.

"Thank you." Ling Luo raised his head, half of his face was swollen and tall, the corners of his lips were bloody, his face was slightly pale, and he looked a little sad, but in those eyes, there was a solemn recklessness and anger.

"Bastard! Just now it was ear and sideburns grinding, now it's hugging and hugging! Ling Luo, you are really against the sky, do you still know what is called shame and what is fame! The anger on Ling Nie's face became stronger and stronger, and he stared at the unfilial girl who was held in the arms of the beggar.

Although Ling Luo's head was buzzing, her consciousness was still very clear, she held Xuanyuan Yu's arm, stood up straight, and stared coldly at the person she should have called her father.

"Father, you are serious, Luo'er has no reputation in the entire Yingyang City." Ling Luo's eyes were very cold, and his tone was very light, like a cloud floating in the sky, "Are you really afraid that your daughter's reputation will be tarnished by this beggar, or do you just want to punish your daughter and be angry for your sister's face?" ”

Ling Nie's face froze, his eyes sank, and his old face was a little unbearable when he was revealed in public. He became more and more annoyed, and said sharply, "Are you talking back to me? ”

"yes, something so obvious, do you need to confirm it with me again?" The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up in a cold arc, and the mockery in the corners of her eyes was unmistakable, "You protect your sister in everything, Ling Mansion has so many pairs of eyes watching, didn't anyone tell you that she Ling Yue provoked me to be burned at the stake first?" ”

"Yue'er, she is also for the good of everyone, so she will deal with you, the evil star of Keniang Kefuke's grandfather!" Ling Nie frowned, making an obvious gesture of protection.

"For everyone's good? Scold. Ling Luo smiled very thinly, only bones remained, "Why, even the wise and martial iron-blooded generals have begun to listen to the nonsense of the warlocks of the rivers and lakes?" ”

Ling Nie's brows furrowed more and more, and his voice raised a notch: "Luo'er, when did you become so rude and obedient, with sharp teeth and sharp mouths!" ”