Medicine door witch

Chapter 230 Fight at home (3)

However, what responded to him was the two people's faces away from each other and their determined backs.

The last trace of pride on Yu Zian's face also collapsed, shame and anger mixed on his delicate face, his thin lips moved slightly, and the corners of his eyes were faintly wet.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The corners of Ling Luo's lips were slightly hooked, and her eyes were extremely clear. With an attitude of admiration, she watched the Seventh Young Master, who had been clamoring in front of her all day, slowly bend his noble knees until he completely knelt in front of her.

"I... Yu Zi'an." The proud seventh young master took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and tried hard not to let the moisture in the corners of his eyes overflow, "I was wrong about Yu Zi'an, I'm sorry, Miss Ling San."

It was obviously a very simple sentence, but Yu Zian seemed to have exhausted all his strength to say it.

Ling Luo looked at this scene, the corners of her lips curved deeper and deeper, her eyes narrowed slightly, as dark as a dangerous beast, her thin lips moved slightly, and said two words: "Very good."

Yu Zian's eyelids drooped slightly, and on his not-so-long eyelashes, a tear condensed, a tear of shame.

"Seventh brother, seventh brother, get up." Yu Zilan finally couldn't stand it anymore, felt sorry for the younger brother, and stepped forward to support him.

Yu Zian was like a defeated rooster, his bones were limp, with tears on his face, leaning on his sister who loved him the most.

In the end, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his arms, hugged Yu Zilan's body, and began to cry loudly.

Yu Mingshen looked at this unworthy young son, and felt that his old face was lost, but he also felt distressed. All emotions turned into a heavy sigh at the end.

"Old General Ling, Yu made you laugh, so leave."

Yu Ming clasped his fists deeply, took his two sons and daughters, turned and left the Ling Mansion.

The entire banquet hall regained its tranquility.

Ling Zhan sat on a high position, although his old face was smiling, it was more worried.

"What happened to grandpa? Why are you sighing, aren't you happy?" Ling Luo was very puzzled.

"Happy, of course I'm happy." Ling Zhan's eyes full of years of wisdom were unusually clear, and he said in a deep voice, "But Luoer, you have pushed Yu Zian into a corner, and I'm afraid there will be more disputes in the future."

"Don't be afraid." Ling Luo smiled slightly, "I will hit him once when he comes, and I will teach him twice when he comes twice."

Looking at that young and confident little face, the worry on Ling Zhan's face gradually faded away. He is already old, and this world is the world of young people.

"There are still two months until the winter entrance exam of Jiulan Academy, Luoer, you have to step up your training." Ling Zhan did not forget to remind, "Although our Ling family has won three admission places, if our own strength is too weak , Even if you enter the academy, you will be laughed at."

Ling Luo nodded and said with a smile: "Grandpa, you can rest assured that Luo'er has been upgraded to the eighth-level warrior last night."

"Really?" Ling Zhan was overjoyed and stood up abruptly.

The smile on Ling Luo's face grew stronger, and he said, "Of course it's true."

Just as she was about to say something, she heard a commotion outside the banquet hall, and a shrill female voice came faintly.

"Let me see Grandpa!"

"Let me go in and meet Grandpa, please, please, just one side!"

Although it was not very clear, Ling Luo could still hear the unique voice of her vicious elder sister.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Yue's voice became clearer and clearer. When Ling Luo turned his head around, he saw Ling Zichang who was holding Ling Yue desperately at the gate of the banquet hall.

(End of this chapter)