The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1583 The Pang family, suddenly.
And at this time, inside the shield, Leng Wuyou, dressed in white, was playing with Xiaobai's little furry paws, and his eyes just swept across these malicious faces of the Pang family.

At this moment, Pang Dahai couldn't hold his breath anymore, and looked at Leng Wuyou with a gloomy expression.

"Little girl, you must definitely intervene in this matter."

"Naturally." Leng Wuyou responded calmly and confidently.

"Okay, this Patriarch really didn't expect that your Ling family is clearly at the end of the road, but there are still people who are willing to save you. Should it be said that your Ling family is very attractive?"

Pang Dahai's taunting eyes swept across the Ling family members outside the shield, and in those small eyes, the gloomy light was like two sharp swords.

Leng Wuyou frowned, seeing that Pang Dahai was still chattering there, a sentence flashed across her mind, the villain died from talking too much.

Ever since, under the astonished gaze of Pang Dahai, he only felt a white shadow flash across his eyes, and the next moment, he felt his stomach being attacked by a terrifying force, and his whole body flew backwards in an instant.

When the Pang family saw their patriarch being attacked, they were all angry, and they all rushed towards Leng Wuyou, but the strength of these people was too weak for Leng Wuyou.

In a few strokes, Leng Wuyou solved everything.

His own children fell down one by one, Pang Dahai's eyes were red.

Finally, I realized how Patriarch Ling felt at that time. It turned out that it would be such a heartache to watch my family members fall in front of my eyes.

It was as if a piece of flesh had been forcibly dug out of his heart, and the pain made him almost suffocate.

No wonder the old man Ling Xiaotian wanted to expose himself by dragging him, and now he also wanted to expose himself by dragging the girl in front of him.

Because only in this way can the hatred in his heart be relieved.

It's a pity that he just thought about this kind of thinking. It didn't take long for Leng Wuyou to clean up Pang Hai.

After finishing off all the members of the Pang family, Leng Wu waved his hand, and the spiritual shield was removed.

As for Pang Dahai, Leng Wuyou didn't kill him, but said, "Uncle, here you are."

With a push of Leng Wuyou's hand, he directly pushed the dying Da Dahai to Patriarch Ling.

Pang Dahai's body couldn't bear Leng Wuyou's strength, he plopped and fell to the ground, his nose hit the ground, and blood flowed instantly.

The whole person was in a panic, and he was a different person from the previous arrogance.

The head of the Ling family had a complicated expression at the moment. He looked at the huge sea at his feet, and thought of the children of the Ling family who fell to the ground one by one, and the anger in his heart was bubbling up.

He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

The next second it opened, the eagle's eyes were sharp, like an extremely sharp sword blade, as if it could cut the sky and the earth in the next moment.

"Come here, take the huge sea down."

The current Pang Dahai can't die, at least he can't die when they don't know who is trying to destroy the Ling family.

Those who are eyeing the Ling family must be pulled out from his mouth one by one.

The battlefield was left to the remaining disciples of the Ling family to clean up.

Patriarch Ling looked at Leng Wuyou, and stretched out his hand to her, making an inviting gesture.

"Let's go, girl, let's take a step to talk."

Leng Wuyou nodded, and followed Patriarch Ling to another study room. Because of the war, the surrounding houses collapsed one by one, and the only room left was this study room.

There were stacks of books on the shelves in the study room, but at this moment, the books fell to the ground one by one. Obviously, it was because of the war that the bookshelves shook, so all the books fell.

Patriarch Lin sighed helplessly when he saw such a chaotic study room.

He stood at the door and waved his hand, and all the books on the ground were floating in the air one by one.

After a while, those books were sorted out and placed neatly on the bookshelf again.

On a small square table in the study, an old man and a young man sat facing each other.

The tea mist curled up between the two of them, covering the look in each other's eyes.

The atmosphere of silence spread in the study, and the first one to speak was the head of the Ling family.

"Miss, thank you very much this time. If it weren't for you, we might be doomed again."

(End of this chapter)