In Gong Yanqiu's heart, the palace trace is a tool!! a tool that can make the palace family rise and take off.

is not only Gong Luoji, but also Gong Yanqiu's attitude towards his other sons, daughters and other relatives.

As the iron-blooded and cold-blooded head of the Gong family, as early as fifty years ago, when her husband died, she learned to be thoroughly hard-hearted.

All people are not as important as the Gong family, and when necessary, anyone can sacrifice except herself.

Who dares to resist? will pay the price!!

is like the scar of the palace, which rebelled against himself back then, then today is the day to pay the price.

On this day, Gong Yanqiu waited for a long time.

and Gong Linhai, the father of Gong Luoji, although he is her most optimistic eldest son......

But back then, on the issue of whether Gong Luoji should marry Wu Yanming, Gong Linhai stood in the perspective of Gong Luoji, and then he single-handedly helped Gong Luoji to come to Yanjing and leave the palace family.

Therefore, three years ago, Gong Yanqiu asked Gong Linhai to carry out a mortal mission, and Gong Linhai did die!

"All disobedient people deserve to die, Gong Luoji, your father, my own son, if he doesn't listen to me, I can send him to death with my own hands, let alone you? If it weren't for you still having a little use, I would have killed you a long time ago!" Gong Yanqiu said coldly in her heart.

The entire palace family knows the ruthlessness, cruelty, and cold-bloodedness of the head of the family, Gong Yanqiu.

However, no one could have imagined that Gong Yanqiu would be so inhuman!!

——————

Su Ling didn't know how to describe what it was like to be in this artistic conception he was in now.

Ethereal.

Traceless.

Waft.

..................

Understand.

He stood at the bottom of the mountain, raised his head, and wanted to see the top of the mountain, but he couldn't see it clearly.

This artistic conception turned into a sword after a while, and he wanted to grab this sword, but this sword was like a mirror, and he couldn't reach it at all.

This artistic conception turned into a gust of wind after a while, and the strange thing is that the wind has no direction, it is drifting, completely freewheeling, he wants to chase the wind, but he finds that he is delusional.

"What kind of space am I in now? It seems like a paradise, I have never seen it, but it seems like a place in my memory!"

Su Ling muttered to himself: "The mountain, the sword, the wind, what is the connection between these and the laws of space? What exactly do I want to comprehend?"

Take a deep breath!!

Su Ling quieted down suddenly, he no longer looked at the mountain, no longer caught the sword, no longer chased the wind, he sat cross-legged on the ground......

After sitting down, Su Ling began to deduce.

"Mountain, topless, sword, shadowless, wind, formless!"

I don't know how long it took, it seemed that a million years, ten million years, Su Ling finally opened his eyes and muttered to himself, and there was finally a trace of understanding in his eyes.

"When I can get over the obstacles of space, I'll be able to reach the top of the mountain, grab the sword, and catch up with the scattered wind, right?"

"Because, whether the mountain has a top or not, whether the sword has a shadow or not, whether the wind is scattered or not, they are all in this space, aren't they?"

"How do I get over the barriers of space? It's integration!! if I'm space, space is me...... Aren't there no obstacles?"

..................

Su Ling stood up.

There is a touch of mysterious, vicissitudes of life and temperament on the body.

"I see!" A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "All I have to do is to merge the space, how to fuse it?"

In the next second, Su Ling raised his head slightly and spit out two words: "Time!"

"If I stay in the artistic conception of this Shinto space long enough, I will assimilate with the space!"

"Time is the most effective means of assimilation of all......"

"And no matter how long I stay in this space Shinto artistic conception, the time in the outside world will not change, right?"

Finally completely figured it out, Su Ling's whole person relaxed.

He didn't think about anything, he didn't do anything, he just let himself relax and sit cross-legged in it, like a dead thing!

Time passed, Su Ling didn't know how long he had been sitting, endless years, right?

As time passed, he slowly had a feeling, a feeling that his body was not there, flowing like nothing, and his qi was clear.

"It's almost there!" Su Ling muttered with a smile.

At this moment, his meditation is no longer sitting on the ground, but doing whatever he wants.

Sometimes hanging in the air, sometimes entering the ground, sometimes shuttling, all in one thought.

At the same time, Bao'er glanced at Su Ling, who seemed to be asleep in the dark, and sighed: "I don't know how Su Ling is?

——————

"It's coming!!" Gong Luoji stared at the surveillance screen and spit out two words: "Mu Han, Lin'er, you don't cultivate martial arts, so, stand behind me, if I die, you will commit suicide! Even if you commit suicide, I don't want you to fall into the hands of the Deng family, it will be worse than death!"

Chen Muhan and An Lin'er nodded heavily, and the two girls pulled Xixi and stood behind Gong Luoji.

"Grandma, why haven't you come yet?" Gong Luoji's heart was full of despair, endless despair.

Soon.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

It's footsteps.

Heavy footsteps.

The Deng family came with great fanfare.

Faintly, Gong Luoji even felt the sound of trembling.

Gong Luoji, An Lin'er, and Chen Muhan all held their breath.

After more than ten breaths.

"Touching !!"

A fierce sound sounded all at once, and the door was kicked open.

And then.

All dressed in black, there were hundreds of people, led by a middle-aged man, and a white cloth was tied to his arm.

He was followed by a dozen expressionless men, and what made Gong Luoji frightened was that they were all masters of Xuanqi.

Not only that, but there was also an old man side by side with him, and this old man turned out to be a master of the Xuanling Realm.

"Do you know why I'm wearing filial piety?" The next second, the middle-aged man smiled and smiled faintly: "It's for my son to wear filial piety, hehe...... White-haired people, send black-haired people!"

The middle-aged man is Deng Fulu, the head of the Deng family, Deng Fulu.

"Deng Luo is to blame for !!himself," Gong Luoji stared at Deng Fulu coldly.

Deng Fulu continued to say to himself:

"My son is only in his twenties, he is an illegitimate child, and I have not been with him since I was a child. ”

"In the past two years, he has only been in the Deng family, and I want to compensate him well, but now I don't have a chance!"

"Luo'er is doing very well, he is extremely good in all aspects, and I even want him to be the successor of the Deng family. ”

"It's a pity, I've thought about it a lot, and recently I just found out, where can he become the successor of the Deng family?"

"Luo Er is too competitive!! the heavens also favor him, he actually has a strong special physique, and he was actually favored by the Taihong Sect, one of the three major sects of Tianwu Mountain. ”

"In the future, he will become the existence of the hope of Taihong Sect, a small head of the Deng family, what is it to him?"

..................