Immortal Voices Chapter 142: Uneven
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"Don't cry Junyi, remember the words of your ancestors, and find your brother." A loving voice came, making Junyi look horrified to find that her parents had also disappeared.
"Father, mother..." Ling Junyi cried bitterly.
The strong smell of blood spread in the hall, and the entire hall was corroded by obscure forces, like a ruined temple that had been broken in the wind for hundreds of years, and the glory and splendor it once was never seen again.
Soon there were only two people left in the lobby: Old Ancestor Ling and Ling Junyi. Ling Ancestor's white hair turned into black hair under the powerful washing, but this was just a reflection.
He looked at Ling Junyi, and the invisible force pulled Ling Junyi to him.
The ancestor slapped Ling Junyi's abdomen with a palm, and huge power flooded into Ling Junyi's body along with his power, tearing her flesh and soul, making her unhappy.
The pain was so extreme that Junyi couldn't even make a sound.
The ancestor's hands were quickly sealed, and a thin layer of seal protected Ling Junyi's heart and soul so as not to let her die. Then he flew up and hit the outside barrier with all his strength.
With a loud bang, a big hole broke through the barrier.
Ling Junyi grabbed the ancestor, and Ling Junyi on the ground was caught in his hand.
He quickly said in Ling Junyi's ear: "Remember Junyi, find your brother alive. If you want to help, go to Venerable Ningyue."
Before he could say anything, he jerked the person out.
The ancestor made his eyes look at the rushing demonic cultivator, smiled grinningly, and rushed towards them: "Sooner or later you demonic cultivators will pay the price, and I will make the family have ancestors in the upper realm."
The ancestor laughed wildly and exploded with a ‘bang’, and the entire Ling’s house was razed to the ground, leaving a ruin in a radius of fifty miles.
Rong Yu, who had just arrived, stretched out his hand to block the aura fluctuations, and her black hair was blown and fluttered in disorder.
His footsteps stopped, and his eyes were extremely cold: "Go ahead and see what's going on."
"Yes, Young Master." Mo Xiu flew towards Ling's house quickly, and before he flew there, he was in ruins.
His face changed slightly, and after looking around the ruins carefully, his face collapsed.
The young master wanted to deal with it personally, but he didn't expect to make his family hard-hearted and unexpectedly blew himself up. This made him explain to the young master.
What's more, he personally supervised this matter, and now the young master is disappointed, and he is finished.
Mo Xiu turned his face back in tears and went back to his life. It depends on the young master's mood for life or death.
How Rong Xian did not pay attention to the family members later, this kind of crudely made blood sacrifice will definitely not miss any one, and the **** or not can't escape.
She left Ling's family behind, and did not care about Rong Yu, Zuo Hufa and others. She fluttered and followed Ling Junyi in a flash.
At this time, Ling Junyi's lovely pink skirt was watered with blood. She was sent thousands of miles away by the ancestor Ling. Rong Xian sneered. In order to keep Ling's family alive, the old guy really worked hard.
Ling Junyi lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. She vomited a mouthful of blood and muttered blankly: "Father, mother, brother, Yi'er It hurts..."
After she shouted, she realized that Ling's house was gone and her parents were gone. Now she was the only one left.
Ling Junyi covered her face and burst into tears, her body ached more severely from sobbing, she quickly held back her tears, but suddenly hiccuped, causing pain in her internal organs.
Ling Junyi's face was a little distorted, she curled up and lay down for a long time before she came back.
She is going to find her brother, and to bring the words of her ancestor to her brother.
She wanted to stand up, but she couldn't move in pain. She could only lie down on the ground like a doll made of clay.
Rong Xian stood quietly not far from her in a white dress, standing in a long jade body, fluttering with the wind, her mouth was filled with a smile that resembled a spring breeze, warm and soft to the extreme.
But her gaze was staring at the embarrassed **** the ground for an instant. There was no smile in her eyes, but it was cold and alarming.
"Brother, father and mother..." Ling Junyi murmured unconsciously, her voice as weak as a newborn kitten.
Rong Xian's eyebrows moved and floated gently in front of Ling Junyi. She squatted down to touch the girl's cheek, but she didn't want to penetrate directly.
After a long time, she retracted her hand and sneered: "How could you be like A-mei, A-mei suffered far more than you did."
She stood up and shook her hand in disgust, concealing all the emotions on her face, she spoke softly, not knowing who was talking to.
"When the entire family of my Rong family was wiped out, even the baby whose elder brother had just reached his full moon never escaped. They were thrown into sludge all their lives. No one in my Rong family had a dead body. Ling Junyi , You see, now you are lying here much like my sister, but you are luckier than her, you are luckier than her..."
Rong Xian looked sad, and her tone was choked.
Listening to Ling Junyi's yelling elder and elder brother, Rong Xian couldn't help wondering, when A-mei encountered all that, she had also been yelling daddy and elder brother, and then she said it thoroughly. Desperate, utter madness.
Amei was the same age as Ling Junyi.
She whispered softly: "Those people broke the Rong family back then. This pain has lasted for thousands of years. Now I have caused the rest of the family to be broken. I don't know how long this same pain can last."
Even if she knew that this was just a retribution, Rong Xian just couldn't let it go, and she would never let it go.
What about retribution, she can't make her own family ruined, but her enemy is happy and healthy. She can't do the painful madness and darkness of her deceased, but her enemy is admired and enjoys the blessings.
That is unfair, blood debts can only be repaid with blood.
Rong Xian closed his eyes heavily, and when he opened them again, the clear eyes were as clean as before, without any emotion.
She stood quietly beside Ling Junyi and never said a word again.
Until the next morning, someone from a trader passed by and rescued Ling Junyi, warmed her with quilt tea, and gave her a meal pill.
Rong Xian raised his head to look at the sky, and made a sound from the bottom of his heart: "This is not fair."
Why did someone save Junyi, but her sister could only be bullied to the end? Why did Junyi meet with kind people, but her sister was desperate again and again.
"It's not fair!" Rong Xian's voice was cold and weird, and it was as heavy as the fog pressed down, with only a few vultures roaring, and the shady coldness made people's hair creepy.
Rong Xian knows that she has been on the horns, and she knows that she is just angering her.
Rong's house was blocked by a barrier that year, and when A-mei encountered all the ups and downs, no outsiders would enter, so it was impossible to encounter well-wishers for help. But when Ling Junyi is in the wilderness, strangers will pass by at any time, and there will always be one or two enthusiastic people to rescue her.
But she is just uncomfortable, just unfair. She couldn't let go, she couldn't let go.