Princess Against the World

When seeing these feet, Xiong Tiandang's heart collapsed.

"It's over..."

He looked up in despair.

really!

Surrounding him were the angry eyes of everyone in the Ling family army.

With an embarrassing smile, Xiong Tiandang slowly hugged his head.

"Everyone... can you not slap your face..."

Before he could stop muttering, he was kicked violently on the back.

Tie Shi's roar followed: "Brothers, hit him!"

With an order, Ling Jiajun's fists and feet fell instantly, and Xiong Tiandang, who was beaten up, could only hug his head and scream.

At this time, Ling Luoyu had already jumped up to the city gate, untying Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi.

"Grandpa, Second Uncle, are you all right?!"

The two of them didn't care about her, they all stared blankly at Ling Yunfeng who was approaching.

Even at such a close distance, they still couldn't believe it.

Flicking his robe lightly, Ling Yunfeng knelt on the ground, kowtowed with tears in his eyes.

"Unfilial son Yunfeng, kowtow to his father Wanan!"

Ling Bufan's body trembled suddenly, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

"You... you really are!?"

He staggered and ran forward, holding him up with trembling hands.

"Yunfeng, is it really you?!"

"Father! It's me! I'm Yunfeng! I'm back!!"

Ling Yunfeng knelt down again, jaws heavily.

As a son of man, it is unfilial to make the old father so sad.

"It's the son who is not filial! These years have made father sad and hopeless, but he can't come back to fulfill his filial piety!"

"No! Just come back! Come back and save..."

Ling Bufan burst into tears, wailing and hugging Ling Yunfeng into his arms.

"Yunfeng, dad thought you already..."

He was suddenly too afraid to say the word "death" at the end.

For many years, he has fought on the battlefield, and he has long put life and death aside.

But at this moment, he dared not say it.

He was afraid that after speaking out, despair would be fulfilled again.

In his sixtieth year, he could no longer bear the pain of bereavement again! !

Holding his father in his arms, Ling Yunfeng suddenly felt that his father was much older and thinner than he remembered.

"Father, I'm sorry, I forgot too many things, so I came back so late..."

Ling Yunxi punched Ling Yunfeng heavily on the shoulder.

"Brother! Don't say anything! As long as you come back alive, nothing matters!!"

Ling Yunfeng burst into tears: "Brother!"

The two of them formed fists with their backs facing each other. They pounded hard, and immediately clasped their fingers tightly, palms facing each other.

This is a tacit gesture that the two brothers have played since they were young, and they will never forget it for a lifetime.

Feng Chenglin was crying down there, tears flying from his nose.

"It's so touching... I really never dreamed that I could see the real Marshal Ling!! Woohoo... Finally, the third young master is not a child without a father..."

When it came to the third young master, Feng Chenglin realized that she was gone again with tears in his eyes.

"It's time for these three young masters to be so touching, yet she still has the mind to play disappearing..."

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Water City, the second floor of Death Row.

Under a pile of rubble, a finger twitched, and then the whole wrist moved.

Amidst the clattering sound, Liang Buhuan got up in a panic.

He was disheveled, with many bloody cuts on his face and neck, and he looked miserable.

"Why am I here?!"

After a brief moment of bewilderment, he woke up instantly, and looked up at the hole above in shock.

He finally remembered his embarrassment just now!

"not good!"

Startled, he hurriedly staggered to his feet, trying to choose a way to escape.