After the Great Liang Dragon Sparrow returned to its sheath, it still pulled out a trill, like thousands of troops, breaking the formation and fighting, very heavy.

Ning Zhao stared at Ning Chen with a stunned expression, his face was full of grief and indignation, his face was pale, and his face was full of regret that he shouldn't have done it at the beginning, and naturally he also accused Ning Chen of being cruel to killing people to the point of being unkind.

It's just that no one squeaked at the scene.

No one intervened.

Don't dare or don't want to, there are all kinds of factors.

In fact, there are some other reasons for this situation.

Back then, because of Ning Hetu's mother, Ning Zhichuan, a leader in the rivers and lakes nicknamed the white-clothed prime minister, gradually became depressed, and gradually broke away from the core of the family, devoted himself to raising Ning Chen, and only asked about anything in the clan for a few years.

For a royal family with many members, the loss of the core position is not trivial.

Over time, Ning Hetu, who had nothing to do, became the target of everyone's bullying because his father had no say in the family.

Originally, the stumbling and stumbling between the children and making trouble were nothing.

But some children are born with poisonous mouths.

For example, the one in front of me.

A few years ago, he was beaten up severely.

Years later, the lesson has not been remembered.

If it weren't for the fact that they were still in the Ning family at the beginning, they would have looked up and looked down at each other, and with his Ning Chen's style of acting, they would have been slashed with a sword.

"Do you remember that when you were a child, you scolded me for being a dog mongrel, and scolded my mother for deserving to die?"

Ning Chen turned his head and quietly looked at Ning Zhao, who was standing in front of him and covering his throat with his hands.

Ning Zhao's pupils trembled and flashed with a cold light, and then gradually dimmed.

"I really hold a grudge."

Ning Chen's slender fingers pressed towards Ning Zhao's forehead, and the movement was very gentle, like a fight between ordinary friends.

Then, he took a stride and continued to climb the stairs.

Rumble!

Ning Zhao's body suddenly lay down on his back, lying softly behind Ning Chen.

Ning Zhifei's mouth was dry, and his brows jumped.

The rest of the Ning family remained silent throughout the whole process, and after sensing that Ning Chen was gradually approaching, a group of people subconsciously moved their steps and leaned back.

These people, where do they still have the posture of being high and commanding in the past?

One by one, their complexions were pale and their expressions were solemn.

Ning Chen has known that many so-called uncles and uncles in the family have no family affection and blood relationship in their eyes, and they are almost all machines expelled by power.

Among them, Ning Zhixiao's greed for power is the most serious.

Therefore, he rarely lived in that royal compound, except for the occasional visit to his father, and grandfather, and of course, Ning Kunlun, who was regarded as his only brother.

In those years, most of the time I spent with my family and private army.

It is precisely because of this that his prestige and influence at the bottom, the three generations of the Ning family, the old, middle and young, no one can compare to his Ning Hetu.

Of course, there are some things that some people in the Ning family who are high at birth and talk about the rich and the poor as soon as they grow up, they can't understand why Ning Hetu has such a high prestige today.

In this group of people, a young woman was burying her head and hiding behind many high-ranking members of the Ning family.

Of course, with her identity and status, she is indeed not qualified to stand in the forefront.

She is wearing a green skirt, her hair is tied into a ponytail, and her facial features are not outstanding, but she can dress up, and she can see it with a little powder.

At the age of twenty-four, it is the most brilliant stage of a woman's life.

However, at this moment, her expression was heavy and her mood was flustered, so that she tried her best to clamp the corners of her skirt with her two hands, and her head drooped, looking listless.

Ning Chen walked through the hundred steps and walked past the place where the Ning family members were standing, preparing to stagger past and enter the villa.

However, with a slight glance in his eyes, his steps retreated.

At the scene, the Ning family took a deep breath, originally thinking that they were going to suffer some unwarranted disaster, but they were stunned, and they probably saw what Ning Chen meant, so a group of people retreated to both sides in an uproar.

The figure of the woman in the green skirt suddenly stood out.

"Hiss."

His hands shook restlessly several times, and finally he stabilized his mind, hardened his head, and whispered, young master.

"Look up." Ning Chen turned to the woman and commanded in an indifferent tone.

The woman in the green skirt, whose real name is Blue Grass, panicked all of a sudden, fell to her knees with a bang, and said in a trembling tone, "Young Master, I, I ......"

In fact, Lan Cao didn't know that Ning Chen was here for her.

And when Ning Chen was intercepted by two hundred private troops, he only understated that he was here to kill people, and as for who the most damned person was, he didn't reveal it.

However, Lancao always knelt down because of the ghost in his heart, forced by pressure.

Ning Chen was indifferent to Blue Grass's actions.

After a long time, he opened his mouth and asked a meaningful word, "When the green pear died, did you worship?" ”

"I, I...... I've prayed. Bluegrass shuddered.

Ning Chen asked again, "What about Bai Hua?" ”

Because of this sentence, Lan Cao's complexion suddenly turned pale in shock, and his whole body trembled violently, the implication of this sentence was too obvious, even some of the clansmen who were still kept in the dark at the scene noticed something.

"Young master, I, I don't understand what you mean." Blue grass bit her lower lip, and her complexion turned pale.

Ning Chen didn't have the heart to explain, and asked the third sentence, "I haven't seen me for many years, why don't you dare to look up or look at me?" ”

"I ......"

Blue grass stammered, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead, although she lowered her head, in fact, others could see that her reaction was very abnormal, very abnormal.

"Answer me when you figure it out."

This is the fourth sentence that Ning Chen dropped.

Then, he took a step and walked straight into the villa, halfway, no one followed, and the red medicine stopped in place.

In the backyard of the lodge is a well-tended vineyard.

At this time, an old man with white hair was standing under the green leaves of the garden, stunned, and he kept his hands behind his back from beginning to end.

Long.

Ning Chen appeared behind him.

Raising his head, he looked at the old man's back excitedly, again and again, and finally, Ning Chen's eyes were blood-red, and he knelt down suddenly, his forehead was against the ground, and he said in a deep voice, word by word, "Unfilial son, Ning Hetu, I have seen grandpa." ”

Ning saw the five fingers behind his body, suddenly tensed, and then slowly struggled away.

This iron-boned man who has been fighting horses for decades and building the Ning family's royal family with one hand seems to feel tears flashing in the depths of his pupils for a moment.

"Get up, child." Ning Jian said softly.

Ning Chen put his hands on the ground and couldn't kneel for a long time.

Ning Jianchang sighed, turned around, picked up Ning Chen, rubbed his head, and scolded with a smile, "Silly boy, don't even listen to grandpa's words?" ”

Ning Chen bit his lower lip tightly, his face full of loneliness.