"I want to meet my grandfather." Lu Linfeng put away his sword, lowered his head and choked.
Seeing Lu Linfeng's performance, Gu Fenghua nodded secretly.
According to her original plan, she should have asked Lu Hansong for a crime, but Lu Zhengting suddenly had an accident, and she didn't know whether she was alive or dead. It's obviously not the time to ask for a crime.
Not only can he not be in a hurry to start a crime, but also can't let Lu Hansong see that he is suspicious. However, even if Lu Linfeng is more familiar and calmer than other people of his age, after all, he is young and not so deep in the city. No matter how hard he conceals it, it is still easy for Lu Hansong to see the clue in his eyes. Lu Linfeng himself obviously knew this, so he lowered his head and deliberately avoided looking at Lu Hansong.
At a young age, he had such a careful mind, and Gu Fenghua appreciated him a little more.
"You still have the face to see your grandfather!" Hearing Lu Hanfeng's words, Lu Linshan stepped forward and scolded angrily.
"Lin Shan!" Lu Hansong turned his head and glared at his son. He yelled.
"Father, he... He..." Lu Linshan pointed to Lu Linfeng, his chest undulating sharply. If the vision can kill people, Lu Linfeng is afraid that he would have been stabbed in a thousand holes, and there is no place to die.
"Shut up and step back!" Lu Hansong accentuated his tone.
Lu Linshan did not dare to disobey his father. He glared at Lu Linfeng with murderous eyes and retreated.
"Lin Feng, you should step down first. You don't have to worry too much about your life. " Lu Hansong calmed down his anger, took a breath, and said to Lu Linfeng kindly.
"Yes, uncle." Lu Linfeng was relieved and stepped back.
Lu Hansong's words are not only for Lu Linfeng, but also for all his disciples.
"It's OK." Hearing this, all the disciples under the stage clapped their chests and breathed a long sigh of relief.
But soon they knew they were a little too happy.
"But the Lord is extremely ill. I'm afraid he will never wake up again." The elder sighed and said with a tired face.
As the supreme elder, he didn't have so much scruples about what he said, and at this point, he didn't need to hide.
"What The smiles of the disciples of Yunchuan clan froze on their faces, and there was silence under the stage.
"Elder Tai, is there really no way to deal with the Lord's illness?" For a long time, a white haired old man said.
His name is Lu Changsheng. He is the head of the second house of the Lu family. His strength is not high. He seldom deals with the important affairs of the clan, but his status is not low in the Lu family.
"Over the past few years, we have tried every means to help the Lord keep his heart and mind. This time, there is really nothing we can do." The elder said with a sigh.
The other elders also looked gloomy. In order to help the Lord keep his mind, they not only tried all kinds of ways, but even lost their accomplishments. But there was no way. If their strength was poor, they would fall short.
"Well, what's the matter with the Lord?" Lu Changsheng then asked.
"For the time being, my life is safe." The elder hesitated for a moment and said.
Although the speech was vague, everyone could hear it. I'm afraid the Lord is running out of time. All the disciples of Yunchuan sect looked sad. Some of them could not help sobbing.