Chapter 493: Can you not slap

When seeing these feet, Xiong Tiandang's heart collapsed.
"It's over..."
He looked up desperately.
really!
Around him, the angry eyes of everyone in the Ling Family Army.
He smiled, Xiong Tiandang slowly held his head.
"Everyone... can you not slap your face..."
Before the muttering was over, someone violently kicked him on the back.
Tieshi's roar followed: "Brothers, hit him!"
With an order, Ling Jiajun's fists and feet fell in an instant, and the beating Xiong Tiandang couldn't look forward to it, so he could only hold his head and scream.
At this time, Ling Luoyu had already flew up to the city gate, untied Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi.
"Grandpa, second uncle, are you all right?!"
How could the two of them care about her, they all stared at the coming Ling Yunfeng in a daze.
Even though they were so close, they still couldn't believe it.
Ling Yunfeng knelt on his knees, shook his robe lightly, and bowed his head with tears in his eyes.
"Unfilial son Yunfeng, knock on his father Wanan!"
Ling Bufan's body trembled abruptly, and he trembled with excitement.
"You... Are you really!?"
He ran forward stumblingly under his feet, holding him up with trembling hands.
"Yunfeng, is it really you?!"
"Father! It's me! I'm Yunfeng! I'm back!!"
Ling Yunfeng knelt again, his jaw heavy.
As a son of man, it is unfilial to make the old father so sad.
"The son is not filial! The father has been sad and desperate over the years, but he can't come back to be filial!"
"No! Just come back! Come back and save..."
Ling Bufan was in tears, crying and hugging Ling Yunfeng into his arms.
"Yunfeng, Dad thought you already..."
He was suddenly afraid to say the word "death" at the back.
For many years, he fought on the battlefield, putting life and death away.
But at this moment, he dare not say.
He was afraid that after speaking out, his despair would be fulfilled again.
In his sixtieth year, he could not bear the pain of losing his son again! !
Ling Yunfeng hugged his father and suddenly felt that his father was much older and thinner than he remembered.
"Father, I'm sorry, I forgot too many things, so I came back so late..."
Ling Yunxi punched Ling Yunfeng's shoulder hard.
"Big Brother! Say nothing! As long as you come back alive, nothing matters!!"
Ling Yunfeng's eyes burst into tears: "Brother!"
The two made fists with their hands, their fists facing each other, and with heavy blows, they clasped their fingers and palms facing each other.
This is the tacit gesture of their brothers since they were young and they will never forget it for a lifetime.
Feng Chenglin was crying from below, tears flying from his nose and eyes.
"It's so touching... I really never dreamed that I would see the living Master Ling!! Uoo... The third master is finally not a child without a father..."
Speaking of the Third Young Master, Feng Chenglin found her disappeared in tears.
"These three young masters, it's time to move, she still has the thought of missing out..."

Shuicheng, second floor of death row.
Under a pile of rubble, a finger twitched, and immediately the whole wrist moved.
In the sound of crashing, Liang Buhuan got up very embarrassed.
He was ashamed of his head, with blood cuts across his face and neck, looking miserable.
"Why am I here?!"
After a brief period of confusion, he instantly woke up and looked up at the hole above in shock.
He finally remembered his embarrassment just now!
"not good!"
In shock, he hobbled up quickly, trying to choose his way to escape.