Chapter 2 (2/2)

For the tiger to make melancholy, lock by oneself, not worthy of sympathy.

Ling Han strode along. A few minutes later, he came to the inner door of the living room. Before he went in, he heard an old and loud voice: ”Miss Liu, please, please!”

There are two doors inside and outside the living room. The inner door leads to the inner courtyard, and the outer door leads to the gate. Looking out through the curtain, a line of five people, four men and one woman, are coming in.

In addition to the woman, four men, Ling Han, all know each other. One of them is Ling chongkuan, the chief deacon. Two of the other three are middle-aged people in their 40s. All of them are the sons of Ling chongkuan. Finally, there is a teenager who is a little older than Ling Han by one or two years. That is Ling chongkuan's eldest grandson and Ling Muyun.

Ling Han looked at the only woman. Even with his vision of heaven and human life in his previous life, his eyes were bright. This woman is really beautiful. The autumn water is the God and the moon is the muscle. She looks like she is seventeen or eighteen years old. She already has the moving demeanor of bringing disaster to the country and the people.

But her expression is too cold, like an iceberg, repelling anyone's approach.

This girl must be a member of Huyang college. It's a coincidence.

Yeah?

Ling Han's pupil slightly enlarged, he found a more clever thing, the corner of the mouth can not help but show a smile.

The two sides sat down, and several maids served fragrant tea and stood respectfully beside the five people's seats.

”Are you ready for the people sent to the college by Ling family?” Liu Yutong opened his mouth and said, his voice was cold and pleasant, and there was a trace of disdain. What she hated most was the act of opening the back door. Although she was ordered to come, she had no good feelings for her future younger martial brother.”Ready, ready!” Ling chongkuan said in a hurry that although he was old enough to be a girl's grandfather, the two sides were in the same state, both of them were Juyuan realm.

Martial arts are not young and old. The strong are respected.

Even Ling chongkuan has a feeling that the girl's accomplishments are higher than him - he is the sixth floor of Juyuan, while the girl may be seven or even eight.

This also makes him more eager to send his grandson to Huyang college. Within a few years, he will be able to surpass Ling Dongxing in the realm and help him seize the position of master of the family.

”Muyun, come and see you, sister Liu!” The old guy turned to Ling Muyun and said.

”Yes, grandfather!” Ling Muyun was very respectful and bowed to Liu Yutong, saying, ”Muyun has met sister Liu!” There was a trace of fire in his eyes, and he was full of ambition for this beautiful and powerful beauty.

He believed that as long as he could spend more time with each other, he would win the heart of beauty.

Liu Yutong is slightly surprised. She remembers that the person who opens the back door of the Ling family is called Ling Han. But what does it have to do with her? She's only responsible for bringing people back to college.

”Now that you are ready, let's go.” She said faintly.

”Miss Liu, would you like to stay in my house for a few days so that we can have a chat and express our feelings?” Ling chongkuan is even busy. He wants to get close to this girl and take care of his grandson in the future.

”No need!” Liu Yutong refused indifferently and would turn to leave.

”Hold on for a moment!” A voice sounded, Ling Han also strode out.

Ling Chong Kuan's four people's faces are slightly changed. How they look down on the Ling family's waste material, but now they are thieves after all. Of course, they will feel guilty when they are thieves.

”Han Di, aren't you hurt? Go back to your room and have a rest.” Ling Muyun's reaction is very fast, a dart to Ling Han's side, reached for the past, he wants to control ling Han the first time, do not give each other a chance to speak.

He is seven layers of body refining, and his strength is far beyond Zhang Yuan's.