"He's your grandfather!"
Ling'er's clear and melodious voice that carried a hint of a smile rang out.
"What?"
Ling Yun staggered and almost fell to the ground head first. Black lines crawled all over his face and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Are you kidding me!?"
"Of course not!" Ling'er laughed as he shook his head.
"Oh god, are you kidding me!? "But this joke is not f * cking funny at all!" Ling Yun looked up at the sky and sighed, he growled, and his handsome face looked as ugly as a dead child's.
It was really hard for him to accept this result. Back then, his relationship with the phoenix emperor was really not that good.
But now, Samsara had become the other side's grandson. What was this?
Ling'er reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort him, but she couldn't hide the strange smile in her bright eyes.
Ling Yun clenched his teeth and snorted, his heart suddenly jumped, he hesitated for a moment, then blinked his eyes and asked: "Then which daughter of phoenix emperor is my mother?"
He prayed in his heart that it wouldn't be the same … Otherwise, how would they meet in the future?
Once he said this, Ling'er recalled the words that Ling Yun's mother had once said to her, and immediately laughed mischievously at Ling Yun. With a smile that was not a smile, he said, "phoenix emperor only has a single daughter in her entire life."
The corner of Ling Yun's mouth twitched. With a darkened face, he scolded: "That old thing is really crippled. It's just like back then, he can't even stand looking at his own daughter …"
"You can say that to Aunt Qing in the future." Ling'er rolled his eyes and said faintly.
"Humph!" Ling Yun's heart was filled with gloom. He lightly snorted and secretly clenched his teeth. Even if he were to meet in the future, he would never call that shameless old man phoenix emperor grandfather of his.
"spirit of the tower, are you f * cking trying to embarrass me by giving me an identity … So awkward. " Not daring to get angry at Ling'er, the rage in Ling'er's heart shifted towards the Sovereign Pagoda and he roared.
He had long guessed that the reason he was able to reincarnate and be reborn was all because of the Sovereign Pagoda.
"Everything has already been decided." The spirit of the tower said weakly.
The Sovereign Pagoda of the Sovereign Pagoda were filled with grievance, and it was not that it could decide. No, it was everything that you had set up back then, and I had only followed your instructions, how could I be blamed?
Sigh, nowadays, it's not good to be a spirit of artifact, you still have to take the blame for your master.
"Ugh …"
Ling Yun was also startled, this spirit of the tower was normally an old man, no matter what he wanted to do, it would just ignore him, and it had such a haughty look. How did it become like this, completely transforming from a fierce big bad wolf into a gentle little sheep.
Thinking about how he had become the grandson of the old phoenix emperor who did not care about his seniority and did not care about the fact that he was the Titled Martial Emperor's disciple, Ling Yun felt depressed in his heart. He wanted to get angry, but he had nowhere to go.
"His Highness the Crown Prince is really relaxed, there are beauties accompanying him wherever he goes! This kind of luck really makes us all feel envious. " A faint voice came from the front.
Ling Yun looked up and saw a group of people gathered around a young man. That young man was Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion's Wen Shang, and behind him were the people from the younger generation that stood in the Marquis Wenyuan's Mansion's camp.
The surrounding people all looked over, as though they were watching a good show, they did not expect that the two who had the most power in the young generation of Soaring Cloud Empire would meet again.
"Wen Shang, you really are a lingering spirit that keeps f * cking haunting me. I can see you everywhere. Scram to the side, don't block my way." Ling Yun was currently depressed in his heart. He wanted to vent, but he couldn't find the person to do so.
Wen Shang's arrival was no different from a punching bag, she mercilessly cursed at him, almost pointing at his nose, throwing all the imperial etiquette to the side.