Chapter 222: Father, wash and sleep

After steadying his heels, Du Ziming's heart trembled.
This profound energy is obviously only the eighth layer of the Xuanhuang, but it can break away from their pile of profound gods, and the power is too weird.
Ling Bufanfang wanted to open his mouth to speak, and Ling Luoyu's fingertips suddenly pointed towards him.
"You! You! You! That's you! You say you, old man, what is good for me to say about you? What are you doing as an outsider for the family? You want me to say, go back numbly, wash and sleep ..."
Ling Bufan's mouth twitched: "..."
What is this doing! ?
Ling Luoyu frowned unhappy and stepped forward quickly.
"Look at what I'm doing? Did I say something wrong? A family...Daddy, mother, daughter...a family of three, and He Meimei, it's your wool... let's go..."
Ling Bufan was completely stunned, and pointed at Du Luoyu.
"But she... Yuer..."
Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes: "Oh... the girl is called Yu'er. That's because her name is Du Luoyu. She is the precious daughter of Patriarch Du, the jewel in the palm... By the way, her real name is Ling Luoyu! It’s just a surname now!"
Ling Bufan was so shocked that his chin almost fell off, and his finger almost poked Du Luoyu's nose: "She is Ling Luoyu?! Then you..."
Ling Luoyu quickly took a picture of his fingertips: "How did I know? Because my name is Yan Wang! It's their friend..."
"what?!"
Ling Bufan was afraid that he would feel so idiot for the first time!
It seemed that a very simple question, he was so confused that he didn't understand it!
Ling Luoyu changed his name to Yan Wang, but a Ling Luoyu who didn't know where he came from appeared out of thin air!
What is this? !
And it seems that Ling Luoyu still knows who Qiu Wushuang is!
But, now that she knows, why is she so calm? !
Ling Luoyu's eyes were cold, he blinked quietly, and smiled lightly: "Master, just watch the excitement, why bother about the details?!"
She took Ling Bufan's arm, forced to turn around, and waved goodbye to Du Ziming and others, smiling quietly.
"Everyone, go slowly! No delivery!"
Du Ziming's pupils shrank, touching Qiu Wushuang's back meaningfully.
"Wushuang, let's go!"
Qiu Wushuang was very disgusted with his actions, and with a sudden shake, he broke away from his hand, took Du Luoyu, and left with a deep face.
Du Ziming's expression was a little ugly, but after all he had no words, and quickly followed.
Qiu Wentian was obviously relieved and raised his hand to wipe away the cold sweat.
It's terrible!
If Ling Bufan was here to make trouble, and within three hours, their Qiuzongshanmen would definitely be on the headlines of the tabloid newspaper!

The gate of Qiuzong Mountain, the main hall of the discussion.
Qiu Wentian personally served tea, "Great Lord, drink tea!"
Ling Bufan took it coldly, "Let's talk about it, what is going on?!"
While chatting with laughter, Qiu Wentian raised his hand to wipe his sweat, half-pulling his and sitting on the stool.
"Great Duke, I am not very clear about the specific things! I only know that when the four aunts were brought back with the children, they were already dead and covered in blood..."
"Wait!" Ling Bufan raised his hand suddenly: "You said that Qiu Wushuang was brought back? Who brought it back? Where did it bring it back?"
Back then, after learning that Ling Yunfeng had an accident, he rushed over as soon as possible, and everything at home was handed over to Tao Ding.
When he returned to the capital with Ling Yunxi, Qiu Wushuang had already been buried.
He didn't know the inside story!
"The person who brought back the fourth aunt is Du Ziming!"
Ling Bufan's pupils shrank slightly: "Du Ziming?"