Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 569 Zhener, You Must Be Hardworking

boom……

Her hair was blown away by the air waves, some of the ends brushed against her cheeks, and some of them accidentally stuck to the corners of her mouth.

Aisha, who was standing and gasping for air, breathed rapidly, and a righteous and mysterious arc rose and fell in front of her.

She dragged Yelin to the outskirts of Su Nan and had a fight. Naturally, there was no accident, and she lost, and it was very straightforward.

She is proud of her close combat, but it is almost impossible to get close to the opponent.

His freewheeling magical power alone made him miserable and exhausted.

But now he seems to be very deliberate, summoning a dark tornado that can shake the sky, tearing apart the thick clouds of the cloudy sky in a short time, and releasing a ray of warm sunshine.

Yelin looked solemn, and raised his hands high, "This is nature, the power of the storm!"

A huge boulder weighing dozens of tons was swept up by the storm and rushed straight into the sky. Then, the force of the storm twisted, and the boulder fell to the ground like a comet.

A terrifying storm capable of destroying a city flaunted behind him, but the exquisite control of the elements made the storm stop in place, and only grass blades swayed in the eye of the storm.

Perfectly turn the power of the storm into a feather in the palm of your hand!
Aisha thought about this scene, he was telling himself that to become the queen who controls the storm, not just confined to the storm, but to be above the storm!
She lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled lightly, a sense of gratitude appeared in her heart, and her face was radiant in an instant, extremely beautiful and light.

The apprentice who was violently beaten by him was so strong that he was able to teach him the other way around.

"Come here, don't use magic, don't use sword energy, let's fight again."

With a bit of savage willfulness, her uncharacteristic performance surprised Ye Lin, and she was intoxicated by that touch of amorous feelings.

……

"You must respect the teacher, you actually messed up the teacher's hair, let's go, let's go back."

Aisha was in a good mood, followed by Ye Lin who was beaten up by her in various positions. In terms of fighting skills alone, she was still top-notch.

But she did it well, with no bruises or injuries, and she avoided her face.

……

"Teacher, did you say Hiate and the others are back?"

"Probably not, the door is still closed."

Ye Lin nodded, and pushed open the door, a slight noise instantly disturbed the people who were pacing back and forth in the yard.

"Zhener? Linger? Are you back?"

The mysterious woman in front of her, she was dressed in a very retro gray dress with a blue background, with a woman's hairstyle behind her head, and a pair of glasses hanging on the bridge of her nose.

She looks like a woman in her 40s. She seems to be well maintained, her skin is shiny and her charm is still there, but she still has crow's feet at the corners of her eyes that cannot be concealed.

"You're Ling'er, right? You've grown so big and so handsome. When I left, you were still a little girl."

As soon as Feng Lian took hold of Aisha's hand, she wiped the crystals from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand. This is her home, and she thought that the ones who could open the door must be her children.

"Zhen...Huh?"

Feng Lian, a qigong master who has been suppressing her emotions for more than ten years and has exploded, suddenly saw the other hand of "Feng Ling" with interlocking fingers, and was immediately filled with joy and joy.

"Ling'er, is this your boyfriend? That's great, he's a handsome guy."

Feng Ling was very excited and emotional, the Tower of Despair and Niandi are far less warm than the scene in front of them.

She naturally knew Feng Zhen's age, when she cruelly left in order to break through "Nian Di", Feng Zhen was already 20 years old.

Now more than ten years, even if Feng Zhen Nian Qi has achieved some success, it is impossible for him to be so young.

On the other hand, Ye Lin, who was regarded as the boyfriend of "Feng Ling", actually knew Feng Lian.

When she practiced in the Tower of Despair for a month, Feng Lian also met him many times and talked to him.

But the clothes he was wearing at that time were completely different from what he is wearing now, and there was a difference in time flow between the Tower of Despair and Arad, which caused Feng Lian to fail to recognize him in a short time.

"Aunt……"

Aisha waved her hand hurriedly, trying to explain that she was not Feng Chime, but her friend, but was interrupted immediately.

"What's your name, aunt? Oh, by the way, you were still young at that time, so you might not remember it. I'm Fenglian, and it's your mother who left when you were seven years old."

Tightly holding Aisha's little hand, this pretty big girl really likes it more and more, but she feels more and more guilty.

"Eh, no, Ling'er's hair color should be grayish white..."

Fortunately, Feng Lian is not old and confused, and finally noticed something strange. Her daughter's hair color is not like this. Although it is said that women have changed at eighteen, the hair color is too thorough.

"Auntie, I'm Aisha, a friend of Fengling. Fengling works at Suzaku Gate, and she hasn't come back yet."

"what?"

Feng Lian, who had caused a lot of embarrassment, apologized to her with embarrassment on her face, saying that she was getting old and her memory was not working well.

In fact, this is also a side effect of the Tower of Despair. The flow rate of time is different, causing Azeroth, who is of average strength, to directly faint.

Although Fenglian stayed for a relatively short time, her strength did not break through Niandi, so it was not completely unaffected.

"Also, I remembered, you are the one..." Feng Lian adjusted her glasses, stared at Ye Lin, and recalled seriously:

"Are you an adventurer who was beaten up by Lord Soderos for a month?"

"Yes, it's me, it's me..."

Ye Lin rubbed his nose in embarrassment. The month he was beaten in the Tower of Despair was the only topic that many strong people could talk about in their endless lives.

With the introduction of a memory, like a ball of yarn finding the end of a thread, the events of the past come flooding in, floating in my mind.

She remembered that there was a girl with twin ponytails and a bun head, who had reached Dazzling Flowers at a young age, and she didn't know what was going on now.

After getting to know each other for a while, Aisha chatted with each other in the courtyard, while Yelin turned around and cooked a few side dishes. Although he was not as delicious as Hiat and Fengling, he was barely passable.

The three of them got together for lunch, and because Feng Lian was in a good mood, she praised him for his thoughtfulness and good craftsmanship.

By the way, I would like to praise Aisha that you have a good vision and that your boyfriend is very capable.

It was a little after eleven o'clock, and the Qinglong Conference was also closed until two o'clock in the afternoon, with three hours of dining and rest time.

If Hiate and the others didn't come back later, there was a high probability that they would go to the palace for dinner with Celia as a special guest.

"Oh... I want to see Ling'er and Zhen'er, but I'm afraid of disturbing their work."

Fenglian's tense appearance is not at all like a mother's calmness, anxiety, uneasiness, self-blame and regret.

"Forget it, I'll wait for them to come back here, Aisha, tell me what the two of them look like now, Ling'er must be slim and Zhen'er must be handsome."

Feng Lian, who was sitting by the stone table, could only suppress her inner anxiety, but the teacup in her hand was rubbed unconsciously.

"Well, Fengling is now a pretty big girl, with a good figure and a gentle personality. There are more than two blocks of suitors in the Nianqi Association."

"Brother Fengzhen, um, he is very imposing, majestic, and...he has the sign of a strong man on his body!"

Ye Lin, who was pouring tea and water at the side, shuddered, and suddenly remembered Feng Zhen's gleaming head, if Feng Lian saw this...

After he finished pouring the water, he signaled to Aisha that he wanted to leave first, and was going to secretly go to Suzaku Gate to report a letter to the two of them.

He never thought that as soon as he went out, he would see the Fengling brothers and sisters returning together at the intersection, in the direction of Suzaku Gate.

Eyelids twitched, Ye Lin hurried up to meet him, and said in surprise, "Brother Feng Zhen, Feng Ling, why are you back?"

"What?" Feng Zhen said with a straight face, full of displeasure, and unfriendly eyes, "This is my home, what's wrong with me coming back?"

He just found out that this kid actually lived in his house for the past few days, and he immediately felt a sense of danger that his sister might be lost, so he started to feel disgusted and picky.

"No, big brother, isn't the fighting arena in charge?"

Yelin didn't move, intentionally or unintentionally, stopped in the middle of the road. After all, among other things, at least let Feng Zhen put a wig on the shiny bald head, the "sign of the strong", to cover it up.

When Fenglian and Aisha were chatting just now, Fengzhen was a handsome boy when he was young, personable, handsome, especially with black broken hair, which he inherited from his unfortunate father.

Thinking about it, Feng Zhen is close to forty now, so he should be the golden age of a man.

Feng Lian also speculates on her own that Feng Zhen is either a master who is romantic and unrestrained, or else a gentleman who is refined and knowledgeable and calm.

As a mother, it is natural to think of the best for the child.

"There are too many people, and eating is a bit crowded. My house is close, so come back to eat."

After Feng Zhen finished speaking, he moved his steps to the side, wanting to go home.

"No, brother, let me treat you to a meal, go to the restaurant."

Ye Lin was secretly anxious, and wanted to pull Feng Zhen's sleeve, he came back from Qijin Mountain early in the morning, and his body was full of dusty smell.

How to put it, let Feng Lian take a bath and change his clothes while Feng Lian doesn't know about it, so that he can refresh himself.

"No, the food in the restaurant is not as fragrant as the craftsmanship of wind chimes. I hid in Qijin Mountain... After so long, I want to taste her craftsmanship, and why are you so wordy!"

Feng Zhen frowned, looked him up and down, suddenly sneered, and said contemptuously: "Hehe, you want to please me and get close to Fengling? There is no door!"

Snapped!
Yelin helped his forehead helplessly, immediately reached out and grabbed Feng Ling's wrist, and walked towards the corner of the intersection with a trace of toughness.

Feng Ling is so slim now, but Feng Zhen is covered in ashes and bald. If he is in front of Feng Lian again, and compares this pair of sons and daughters...

"Hey, you bastard, let go, where are you taking my sister!"

"elopement!"

"Get out of here, believe it or not, I'll break your leg!"

Feng Zhen, who was full of energy, yelled louder because his heart was slightly angry, but in an instant, Feng Lian in the yard was full of joy.

A man and a woman, still called sister?
Joy wells up in my heart like honey, and regret is soaked in blood like coptis.

After more than ten years of parting, what does he look like, and does he still know himself?
wow~

Feng Lian ran out impatiently, with an earnest expression on her face, and then she saw Feng Zhen who was standing on the road and scolding Ye Lin angrily.

Who is this bald guy?

Feng Zhen, who exhaled the fragrance, really didn't believe that the two of them would elope. It was this wind chime that was dragged away, so what would he do for lunch?

It has been more than ten years, and Feng Zhen's memory is also a little fuzzy. He didn't recognize Feng Lian standing in the middle of the road, dumbfounded at first sight, and thought it was a passing woman.

Immediately complained to Aisha standing at the gate:

"That bastard dragged the wind chime away, I have to solve it myself...solve...uh..."

His tone became more and more stiff, he stuttered, the autumn wind was brisk, but his forehead was dripping with sweat.

The relationship and affection between mother and child will not be covered up by time and clothes. He didn't recognize it at first glance, but the incomparably strong intimacy at second glance still wiped away the dusty memory.

"mom……"

His knees were weak, his ankles were trembling, and his face was trembling in the wind. It was only now that he understood Yelin's abnormal behavior before.

Hint yourself to dress up and get a wig, and let Perfect Daughter Fengling deal with it.

If he said it straight, Feng Ling would definitely pull him to meet his mother together.

Feng Lian's eyes were blurred, and she quietly stared at his figure, facial features, sure enough, he was like his father, and the sadness and bitterness of more than ten years finally turned into a long sigh.

wrong……

Forget it, on this happy day of reunion, there's no need to worry about your son, let's just be ugly, it can barely be seen.

"Let's go, let's go home, I'll cook for you, Zhen'er, I see you have suffered a lot these years."

There were two trembling winds, but after a gentle word, my heart was filled with warmth and sweetness, and my eyes were slightly astringent.

What is there to hide now, blood is thicker than water, mother can still eat herself.

"I'm fine. I opened a dojo in Hutton Mar, and the business is usually very good."

"You must have suffered a lot. I was not good at the beginning, and I was obsessed with the realm of Niandi."

Gently pulling Feng Zhen's rough and callused hand, he looked distressed: "You have worked so hard to take care of Ling'er all these years, and your head is bald."

(End of this chapter)