The Supreme Emperor of the City

Chapter 268 Dialogue Between Father and Son
Soon, the blood-red light dissipated, and the blood-red vortex in the air also disappeared.

Sun Mingchen silently put away the long sword in his hand, and turned to look at Dong Xi beside him.

He stood up straight with his eyes open.

But at this moment, Sun Mingchen didn't see any brilliance from Dong Xi's body, nor did he feel any breath from Dong Xi's body.

Obviously, Dong Xi was dead.

With a sigh, Sun Mingchen walked up to the white-haired old man not far away.

He is in exactly the same situation as Dong Xi.

Sun Mingchen didn't feel the slightest breath of life in the old man, as if his soul had been completely annihilated.

But the reality, and indeed the souls of Dong Xi and the old man, were all annihilated.

"Is this the strength of the eighth son? Even if the strength is suppressed in this kind of place, he can go beyond the routine and use the suppressed power..."

Mumbling to himself in a low voice, Sun Mingchen had a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He had never faced Lin Xing face to face before.

The understanding of Lin Xing is only limited to the description of the materials.

He originally thought that even if Lin Xing was walking in front of him now, he would be able to overtake him in a short time, and then leave him behind fiercely.

However, reality gave him a cruel blow.

Maybe, his talent is really monstrous and terrifying, maybe he will be able to sit face to face with Lin Xing in a few years, and even leave Lin Xing behind.

But the current Lin Xing... is not what I can face now.

For his Sun Mingchen, Lin Xing is now an insurmountable mountain! ! !

Dispelling some negative thoughts in his mind, Sun Mingchen felt particularly troublesome again at this moment.

The person who protected him and Dong Xi were all directly washed away by the evil spirit.

There is still a lot of evil energy left in their bodies, if I touch them rashly, I may not be able to avoid some pain at that time.

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After leaving the villa where Sun Mingchen was, Lin Xing did not go to Yeyu's branch office in Tianhai City.

Instead, he fumbled in his pocket for several minutes, then walked towards the ATM with a bank card.

After entering the password, Lin Xing first checked the amount in his bank card.

When Lin Xing saw the string of numbers inside, doubts appeared in Lin Xing's eyes.

This bank card, he remembered that there was only more than 2 yuan in it.

Why now, there are actually more than 60, where did the extra 60 come from?

Someone made a wrong turn?Impossible, if this is the case, it is estimated that someone has come to the door.

Could it be that Yun Buqi called in?It shouldn't be, Yun Buqi doesn't know about his bank card.

Even if he wanted to send money, he would only send it to the bank card he kept.

After thinking for more than 2 minutes, Lin Xing suddenly murmured in a very small voice: "Could it be possible that Dad has earned money these years? It shouldn't be. He has now asked for a wife and a small padded jacket. Picked it up 'on the road', he probably forgot it a long time ago..."

In the end, Lin Xing was inexplicably sad.

He didn't bother to think about where the extra money in the bank card came from, but after withdrawing 1 yuan, he walked towards a nearby hotel.

After opening a room that was neither too luxurious nor too simple, Lin Xing took the room card and walked into the room.

After taking a shower, Lin Xing took off his clothes and lay on the bed.

He closed his eyes and went to sleep, but Lin Xing found that he couldn't fall asleep.

He opened his eyes at once and took out the bank card from his pocket.

Looking at it, he had a bitter smile on his face.

It turns out... I have always been thinking about my dad.

Shaking his head, Lin Xing put the bank card away again.

He took out his mobile phone and opened the phone book, slowly looking up the phone number on it.

This search took five or six minutes.

When Lin Xing saw an extremely familiar yet unfamiliar phone number, Lin Xing hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed it.

But he felt that this phone number was probably useless.

In other words, someone else is already using it.

After all, more than ten years have passed, and few people have used the same phone number for more than ten years...

"Beep...beep..."

There was a beeping sound from the mobile phone. Hearing this sound, Lin Xing felt very kind inexplicably.

The current mobile phones are full of that kind of music, and there are very few beeping sounds like this...

Soon, the beep sounded for nearly 20 seconds.

Just when Lin Xing thought there was nothing to do and was about to hang up the phone, the phone was connected with a bang, and a vicissitudes of life sounded from the phone: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Lin Jian?" Lin Xing was silent for a while before asking.

Having not contacted his father for more than ten years, Lin Xing suddenly found that his voice to his father had become extremely vague.

Until now when the call was connected, he unexpectedly discovered that he had no idea whether the person on the other side was his father or not.

"I'm Lin Jian, who are you?"

The person on the other side of the phone asked, and then there was another bawling sound on the phone, as if the person on the other side of the phone was eating something.

"I'm Lin Xing, did I make the wrong call?"

Seeing the confession from the person on the other side of the phone, Lin Xing was relieved, but half of the breath was still hanging in his throat.

There is no way, the name Lin Jian is too popular, and there are not many people with this name in China.

Who knows...after this phone number was thrown away by my father, another person named Lin Jian took it...

"Oh, Lin Xing, you haven't died yet, I thought you died outside."

After Lin Xing reported his name, the buzzing sound on the phone disappeared, and the sound also disappeared for a short while.

After being silent for more than half a minute, the person on the phone spoke in an emotional voice.

It seemed that he was not worried about Lin Xing's life or death at all.

"Yeah, you're disappointed that I didn't die. After all, when you die in the future, most of your property will be mine. I can't give too much to your little wife and cheap daughter."

Lin Xing said angrily, and couldn't help laughing softly after he finished speaking.

It's just that there were tears welling up in the corner of his eyes.

It turns out... there is still a soft spot in my heart.

It turns out...it's not that I don't care, it's just that I subconsciously don't want to think about it with my family.

"What kind of property can I have, just two acres of land, do you like it or not, if not, I will use it as a dowry for Xiaoyou."

The person on the other side of the phone said it was short, and then said to Lin Xing: "By the way, why do you want to call me? Didn't you leave a letter saying that you will never communicate with me?"

"Is there such a thing? If so, I'll hang up now."

Lin Xing asked in a puzzled tone.

After all, he really didn't remember such a thing.

Although after stepping into the cultivation world, his memory is very strong.

But for the things about my childhood, especially the memory after my father started to neglect me, I would subconsciously close it down.

(End of this chapter)