Chapter 258 Ling Family Storm【4】
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Li Yue Wu Sheng
"Get out of the way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless with the sword in my hand!"
Zhao Churan, dressed in white and with a stern expression, opened the way with his sword.
The sword edge flashed with cold light and was extremely sharp.
The uncles of the Ling family were so frightened that they all ducked and made way for a path in the middle.
Ling Jing raised her chin slightly and walked into the house, followed closely by Ling Xiaoyu.
Ling Lang frowned in displeasure, dark eyes surging, and he leaned close to her ear.
He lowered his voice and warned Ling Jing.
"Ling Jing! What do you want to do?! You have to think clearly, you are my sister."
"If you insist on helping him, you are openly hostile to me. It's too late to regret now, otherwise -"
"Don't blame me for not caring about the brother-sister relationship!"
Ling Jing raised her eyes and glanced at Ling Lang with disgust.
The thin lips opened slightly, and the voice that came out was extremely cold.
"The day you chose to treason and become a lackey, you were no longer my brother, nor the Ling family."
After saying that, she looked away and no longer looked at him.
He turned around and looked around at everyone in the room, then spoke loudly, his voice as cold as the impact of jade.
"I can prove it!"
As she spoke, she raised her index finger and pointed it at Ling Lang.
"It's him!"
"It was Ling Lang who collaborated with the enemy and treason, and colluded with Queen Qianye Rizhao of the Sang Kingdom to turn my entire Ling family into traitors and lackeys!"
She looked around and said, "Dear uncles, I grew up in the Ling family. I can't possibly steal Ling Lang's money just to seal the thief, right?"
Ling Lang stared at Ling Jing for a moment with squinted eyes, his eyes flashing.
Then he sneered, seemed to have finally made up his mind, and spoke without any emotion, with his hands behind his back.
He began to accuse Ling Jing seriously.
"Ling Jing, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I think you went to the Imperial City and were brainwashed by Feng Liu. What Queen of Sang?! What Qianye Rizhao?! I've never even heard of it!"
"Where does the collusion theory come from?!"
The moment he finished speaking, Feng Liu secretly winked at Zhao Churan.
Zhao Churan nodded lightly and moved his wrist lightly, before Ling Lang could react.
The sword blade swished across, directly cutting Ling Lang's clothes.
"Clang -" with a sound, a palm-sized token fell out from his chest and fell to the ground.
Everyone looked down.
I saw a big "日" in the middle of the token.
"This is?!"
The uncles' pupils were shocked and they all exclaimed.
"Yes."
Ling Jing's eyes showed resentment: "This is the token of Queen Qianye Rizhao of Sang Kingdom."
"Ling Lang, what else do you have to say now?!"
The evidence was nakedly placed in front of him. For a moment, Ling Lang's jawline tightened, his lips pursed with a gloomy expression, and he remained silent.
Although the uncles of the Ling family all have their own agendas and want to gain more benefits, this is only limited to internal fighting.
Once it involves the interests of the family and the country, big issues of right and wrong.
They can still carry it clearly.
"Ling Lang, you evil son! Even if I, a member of the Ling family, die, I will never be a lackey of the Sang Kingdom!"
"Have you forgotten?! How our ancestors were bullied and tortured by Sang Kingdom?!"
"You are not worthy of being a member of my Ling family, let alone the head of my family!"
As soon as the leader Ling Tianhuang finished speaking, Ling Lang's eyes suddenly changed.
A cold light flashed, and everyone only heard a "Puch-" sound.
Ling Lang pulled out the dagger from Ling Anbang's waist and stabbed Ling Tianhuang to death.
Ling Tianhuang fell to the ground with a crash, his eyes widened and he refused to rest in silence.
Under him, blood quickly flowed to the floor, and the room was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Everyone in the Ling family had never seen such a scene before. They were all so frightened that they immediately fell silent, their faces were pale, and their whole bodies were shaking.
A few were timid and vomited uncontrollably.
Ling Lang's expression was gloomy, and his eyes reflected the black energy that covered the sky.
"The death of our ancestors is none of my business. Since you were the first to be unjust, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Today, none of you can even think of leaving here alive!!!"
After speaking, he blew the whistle hanging around his neck.
A sharp whistle sounded through the air.
Black shadows flashed, and a group of black-clad ninjas from the Sang Kingdom appeared quickly. There were dozens of them, all with their faces covered and holding samurai swords in their hands.
He forcibly controlled everyone in the Ling family.
Zhao Churan, dressed in white and with a stern expression, opened the way with his sword.
The sword edge flashed with cold light and was extremely sharp.
The uncles of the Ling family were so frightened that they all ducked and made way for a path in the middle.
Ling Jing raised her chin slightly and walked into the house, followed closely by Ling Xiaoyu.
Ling Lang frowned in displeasure, dark eyes surging, and he leaned close to her ear.
He lowered his voice and warned Ling Jing.
"Ling Jing! What do you want to do?! You have to think clearly, you are my sister."
"If you insist on helping him, you are openly hostile to me. It's too late to regret now, otherwise -"
"Don't blame me for not caring about the brother-sister relationship!"
Ling Jing raised her eyes and glanced at Ling Lang with disgust.
The thin lips opened slightly, and the voice that came out was extremely cold.
"The day you chose to treason and become a lackey, you were no longer my brother, nor the Ling family."
After saying that, she looked away and no longer looked at him.
He turned around and looked around at everyone in the room, then spoke loudly, his voice as cold as the impact of jade.
"I can prove it!"
As she spoke, she raised her index finger and pointed it at Ling Lang.
"It's him!"
"It was Ling Lang who collaborated with the enemy and treason, and colluded with Queen Qianye Rizhao of the Sang Kingdom to turn my entire Ling family into traitors and lackeys!"
She looked around and said, "Dear uncles, I grew up in the Ling family. I can't possibly steal Ling Lang's money just to seal the thief, right?"
Ling Lang stared at Ling Jing for a moment with squinted eyes, his eyes flashing.
Then he sneered, seemed to have finally made up his mind, and spoke without any emotion, with his hands behind his back.
He began to accuse Ling Jing seriously.
"Ling Jing, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"I think you went to the Imperial City and were brainwashed by Feng Liu. What Queen of Sang?! What Qianye Rizhao?! I've never even heard of it!"
"Where does the collusion theory come from?!"
The moment he finished speaking, Feng Liu secretly winked at Zhao Churan.
Zhao Churan nodded lightly and moved his wrist lightly, before Ling Lang could react.
The sword blade swished across, directly cutting Ling Lang's clothes.
"Clang -" with a sound, a palm-sized token fell out from his chest and fell to the ground.
Everyone looked down.
I saw a big "日" in the middle of the token.
"This is?!"
The uncles' pupils were shocked and they all exclaimed.
"Yes."
Ling Jing's eyes showed resentment: "This is the token of Queen Qianye Rizhao of Sang Kingdom."
"Ling Lang, what else do you have to say now?!"
The evidence was nakedly placed in front of him. For a moment, Ling Lang's jawline tightened, his lips pursed with a gloomy expression, and he remained silent.
Although the uncles of the Ling family all have their own agendas and want to gain more benefits, this is only limited to internal fighting.
Once it involves the interests of the family and the country, big issues of right and wrong.
They can still carry it clearly.
"Ling Lang, you evil son! Even if I, a member of the Ling family, die, I will never be a lackey of the Sang Kingdom!"
"Have you forgotten?! How our ancestors were bullied and tortured by Sang Kingdom?!"
"You are not worthy of being a member of my Ling family, let alone the head of my family!"
As soon as the leader Ling Tianhuang finished speaking, Ling Lang's eyes suddenly changed.
A cold light flashed, and everyone only heard a "Puch-" sound.
Ling Lang pulled out the dagger from Ling Anbang's waist and stabbed Ling Tianhuang to death.
Ling Tianhuang fell to the ground with a crash, his eyes widened and he refused to rest in silence.
Under him, blood quickly flowed to the floor, and the room was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Everyone in the Ling family had never seen such a scene before. They were all so frightened that they immediately fell silent, their faces were pale, and their whole bodies were shaking.
A few were timid and vomited uncontrollably.
Ling Lang's expression was gloomy, and his eyes reflected the black energy that covered the sky.
"The death of our ancestors is none of my business. Since you were the first to be unjust, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Today, none of you can even think of leaving here alive!!!"
After speaking, he blew the whistle hanging around his neck.
A sharp whistle sounded through the air.
Black shadows flashed, and a group of black-clad ninjas from the Sang Kingdom appeared quickly. There were dozens of them, all with their faces covered and holding samurai swords in their hands.
He forcibly controlled everyone in the Ling family.
