"puff!"
Linghu Lan coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Junior sister?
This is a stroke of genius.
I admire you if you don't use face masks.
“Old Master Song, our lineages are different. I have no school or sect and have only learned a few rudimentary skills. I cannot compare to you, a disciple of a prestigious family with a school and lineage.”
Song Qushan remained expressionless, but his ears twitched slightly twice.
"Heh, all martial arts under heaven have the same origin. However, since Miss Mo doesn't want to acknowledge me as her senior brother, that's fine too. I wonder, how did Song Cheng offend Miss Mo? Did you force him to write an IOU for 100 million? He has been missing for many days, and I am very worried. Miss Mo, please have pity on this old man and tell me his whereabouts. Don't let this old man have to bury his son."
Linghu Lan couldn't help but laugh.
You are truly a master of drama.
"Grandpa Song, haven't you always been the one to bury your children? I think you've gotten used to it by now, haven't you?"
From the few words Cangwu told her, Linghu Lan deduced the bizarre story that had happened to Song Qushan. She also deduced the approximate era from the things that had been placed in the house since her last visit. However, only Song Qushan himself knew the truth.
"Hahahaha!" Song Qushan laughed, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "Miss Mo, you should be mindful of your words. I am an old man, and you can't make jokes like that."
"I just envy Grandpa Song. It's rare for others to have four generations under one roof, but for Grandpa Song, having more than ten generations under one roof is very common. This kind of blessing is extraordinary and others can't enjoy it."
"Hmph! Miss Mo will also enjoy such respect in the future. This old man, who is about to die, cannot compare to you."
Linghu Lan glanced at her belly and sighed inwardly, "That's not necessarily true. I'm devoted to one person and plan to remain childless. I can't compare to Master Song, who faked his death dozens of times and left offspring all over the country. I especially admire you. The family rule you set—that Song family descendants must never marry someone with the same surname for generations—was truly prescient. Otherwise, if Grandpa accidentally married his granddaughter and Grandma married her grandson, things would be in complete chaos. However, in modern society, attitudes have become more open. I wonder if anyone still abides by your family rule."
The veins on Song Qushan's face were bulging.
"My family affairs are none of your concern. Instead, tell me where Song Cheng is and what you did to him. If you can't explain the details, don't blame me for being impolite."
Linghu Lan sat comfortably on the sofa, patted the armrest, and looked up, saying, "That's your family matter; I have no right to interfere."
Song Qushan: "..."
He closed his eyes, slowly stood up, and said coldly, "In that case, this old man will have the pleasure of learning from Miss Mo's skills."
“I’ve had this in mind for a while now, please!” Linghu Lan slowly stood up as well.
Song Qushan has his own extraordinary adventures, and Song Cheng is the male protagonist of this world; they are both chosen ones.
Linghu Lan is also someone who has had extraordinary encounters. It's a strange twist of fate. She respects those who are favored by destiny, but at the same time, she waits for the day when she will be abandoned by it.
A glint flashed in Song Qushan's eyes. He sneered, pressed a button on his clothes, and a hole suddenly appeared in the floor.
Song Qushan fell down, and the entire reception room flickered with a strange red light. Linghu Lan immediately recognized it as:
laser!!!
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