The pampered palm of the president

Chapter 865 Absurd
"I want to talk to you alone."

Xuan Liyou refused to let go.

Ling Xu was silent for a while and said, "Come with me."

After he finished speaking, he went out, and Xuan Liyou stood still: "Shannai is pregnant, the basement is cold, you have to keep her locked up here, miscarriage is a minor matter, losing your body is a lifetime thing."

Ling Xu's back stiffened for a moment, ecstasy flashed in his eyes, and then dimmed.

But he still ordered Xu Qing: "Take the young lady back to the room."

Shanna frowned and stroked her belly, only then remembered that her period had been delayed for more than a week.

It's just that the two countries are fighting fiercely, and she is worried, and ignores it without counting her life.

But Xuan Liyou didn't even grab her wrist, how did she know that she was pregnant?

Ling Xu brought Xuan Liyou to the study room, which was Ling Xiaotian's study room before his death. The furnishings were the same as when she came last time, and they hadn't been touched at all.

"I heard that Ling Xiaotian's corpse stinks badly."

As soon as the two of them sat down, Xuan Liyou got straight to the point.

Sullen flashed in Ling Xu's eyes: "Although Dad has not fulfilled his father's obligations, he is still your father after all."

Even if you don't recognize him, you shouldn't be so calm when you say that his body stinks, as if you were talking about irrelevant people.

"Is there still decay?"

Xuanli ignored his worries and continued to ask.

"Xuan Liyou! You said I understand you. You are wrong, I don't understand you at all. I never knew you were such a cold-blooded person."

Ling Xu's suppressed anger finally exploded.

Even if he is the captain of the special forces, struggling on the verge of life and death, he can't talk about life and death lightly like her.

"What if I tell you that Ling Xiaotian has been dead for many years? It may even be 30 or 40 years."

Seeing him getting angry, Xuan Liyou's expression remained unchanged, but she lowered her clear water eyes, which pierced people's hearts.

"Nonsense! Are you looking forward to his death so much? Don't forget, you haven't been born in 40 years."

Ling Xu rubbed his forehead, not sure if he was crazy or Xuanliyou was crazy.

"Situ Qingrui died a year ago, and the situation is the same as Ling Xiaotian's now."

Xuan Liyou took out a miscellaneous journal from her body, which she asked for from Cao Yu before, and kept it in the imperial capital.

When she received a call from Ling Xu, she dug out this miscellaneous diary and brought it with her.

"Look at the chapter of the battle between the two gods. This is not about gods and ghosts, but a manuscript handed down from ancient times. There are no Gods of Wealth, Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, Tathagata, and Buddha in the world. There are only three gods, heaven, earth, and man. Qianhe and Gu After the Ning battle, both fell. But in fact, only Gu Ning fell. It seems that Gu Ning won, but in fact Qianhe came 1000 years later. The witch god also descended in pursuit of Guning. Situ Qingrui is the witch god."

She briefly told Ling Xu some things about that year in one breath.

Although the miscellaneous records are not detailed, they have a rough description of the background thousands of years ago.

"Are you trying to say that my dad is Qianhe? A god?"

Ling Xu opened the article about the battle between the two gods, and saw it was thrilling, but he felt it was absurd.

The ancients had a rich imagination and loved to write stories about ghosts and ghosts. Only three-year-old children would believe them.

"Otherwise, how do you explain that Ling Xiaotian rots and stinks at such a fast speed in this season that is approaching autumn? How do you explain the change in my appearance?"

Xuan Liyou raised his chin, the flower tinsel between his brows was captivating.

Ling Xu looked at her and said nothing.

When he first learned about the change in Xuanliyou's appearance a year ago, he also suspected that it wasn't Xuanliyou himself.

But she is.

(End of this chapter)