The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1712 is a dog
"Ling Xiaotian is safe and sound."

"I never thought that I would meet you before. You are the future successor of the Ling Family, a top family in the inner domain, but now I see you. Although you have become the head of the Ling Family, you can't even match the outer domain. , only lives in a small family of Hou Zeyu."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's true that the world has changed, and the sea has changed."

At the end, Ling Tiancheng did not forget to say something.

And his words are so eloquent and full of meaning, the meaning is self-evident.

He was not only saying that the former top family in the inner domain, the Ling family, was gone, but also that the current Ling Xiaotian was not as good as Ling Tiancheng.

All of a sudden, the children of the Ling family were blown away. Originally, they didn't want to talk to this traitor, but who made this guy's mouth so cheap and smelly, they couldn't help but feel nauseous .

"Who's dog outside is not tied properly. If you don't know the rules, you will bark indiscriminately. Be careful that you will be slaughtered one day."

A contemptuous voice came from the painting boat, and then a white figure walked out of a room. His steps were slow but within a few steps, he had already arrived at the front of the painting workshop and stood with the master of the Ling family.

Jun Huan gently opened a folding fan in his hand, waved it, glanced at the middle-aged man with a distorted face, and couldn't help but frowned, "Who is this person, why does he look a little greasy? Xixi, disgusting."

Master Ling glanced at the folding fan in Jun Huan's hand, on which was an ink landscape painting.

He remembered that when he was not on the painting boat before, this person was holding a folding fan that seemed to be ink and bamboo in his hand. Later on the painting boat, it seemed that he had changed to another folding fan. The content on the folding fan at that time seemed to be a few large characters.

Hmm, something suave.

Now it's changed again, how many folding fans does this person have?
In other words, it takes less than an hour to change a folding fan. Does this senior have a soft spot for changing folding fans?

Patriarch Ling was thinking about something, when he was asked this question, he replied without thinking, "Oh, you said him, he is a dog."

This answer is so fresh, refined and unaffected, it won't be possible to straighten Ling Tiancheng up.

Ling Tiancheng who came back to his senses was so angry that his whole face was flushed, he pressed his chest with one hand, panting like a dilapidated windmill.

"You, you, you are too much."

He stretched out his hand, his lips were trembling, and it took him a while before he could utter a complete sentence.

"Uncle Ling, how can you curse like that? My father is also able to greet you because he hasn't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to be such a person."

Ling Kejian shook his head and looked at Patriarch Ling with disappointment in his eyes. With that sad look, coupled with his fair and handsome face, those who didn't know would really be confused by his performance.

Didn't you see that there are some sensual and handsome female cultivators who obviously don't know the truth, but they are all on Ling Kejian's side at this time?
For a moment, those female cultivators glared at the master of the Ling family, and all of them kept talking ugly words to the Ling family with their small mouths.

The sarcasm, the elongated ending, and the eccentric posture all made people feel irritated.

"Tsk."

Jun Huan's brows were raised high, these female cultivators, and some other people who were brought into rhythm, really made people feel displeased.

"Hey, there are so many dogs these days, and they like to bark like this. Patriarch Ling, you must remember to kill a dog like this when you encounter it. You must not be soft-handed, otherwise, he will only bark more fiercely, understand? ?”

Patriarch Ling didn't wait for him to say anything, but felt a cold aura emanating from Jun Huan, Sen Han's killing intent was fleeting, and the few female cultivators who were scolding the most fiercely at the moment kept saying nothing. Without making a sound, he just plopped and fell into the soul-devouring sea.

(End of this chapter)