Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

Chapter 468 Am I dead?

The misfortunes that occurred one after another in Ganlu Temple were completely thrown into chaos due to the young man's anxious calls.

Only Wang Gungun stood there blankly, staring blankly at Xiao Yining's limp body, muttering, "Sure enough, there is no escape, the calamity has finally arrived."

Just like there is a destiny in the dark

Little Yining is no longer alive...

Little Yining is no longer alive...

Xiao Yining has lost his body...

Little Yining...became a lonely ghost with no home to return to. She dragged her long Buddhist robes, wandered aimlessly in the darkness, and looked around in confusion.

When she first fell into the darkness, she was anxious, full of fear and anxiety. She shouted to her mother at the top of her lungs, but after a moment, she suddenly realized how similar the situation was.

She still remembered that when she learned that her father's name was Shun'an, she inexplicably fell into endless darkness with her consciousness. Then she knew her role in the book, a small grave that didn't even appear in the book.

And at this moment, she was worried about her mother's safety and the scene reappeared.

Thinking of this, the little kid suddenly stopped, a puzzled look appeared on his face, and he complained in his heart, is it possible that I have to return to the real world to find my mother again this time?

Just as Xiao Yining was daydreaming, a melodious bell sound suddenly rang in her ears without warning.

She looked back hastily, only to see an ancient horse-drawn carriage suddenly appear in the darkness. The lanterns hanging on both sides of the shaft emitted a strange glow, and it was moving quickly towards her.

The kid's eyes suddenly widened as he stared at the strange carriage. He opened his mouth in disbelief and blurted out, "Could this be a carriage from the underworld?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the carriage drove up to her side.

In an instant, the dark curtain around suddenly turned into dust and dissipated, replaced by a prosperous street with bright lights and bustling crowds.

The streets are lined with all kinds of stalls and shops, and the hawkers' cries of hawking are incessant, breaking the original silence of the night.

And the little kid disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The carriage did not stop because of this, but continued to move forward slowly, with the wheels rolling, accompanied by the occasional clear sound of bells, and gradually disappeared into the noisy and bustling city.

Not long after, the carriage came to a teahouse and slowly stopped. A handsome man in a green gown elegantly lifted the hem of his gown and climbed into the carriage calmly.

Then, the carriage started again and continued to move slowly along the street, as if strolling in this world.

After the man entered the carriage, he casually glanced at the hot tea that had been brewed long ago and placed on the low table. He sat down with a slight smile on his face, and picked up the teacup with his slender fingers.

He first put it to his nose, closed his eyes slightly, and sniffed the fresh and elegant tea fragrance. Then he opened his lips slightly, took a sip, and praised, "Good tea!"

Then, he raised his eyes slightly, his deep and distant gaze fell on the owner of the carriage, and he slowly said: "Shun'an's things are all very good, but I don't know which official presented them as a gift, or whether the regent princess was afraid that you would forget her and gave them to you as a token of her love."

The irony is evident at the end of the words.

Hearing this, the man sitting opposite him ended his doze, opened his eyes with a slightly frown, and stared at the person who was speaking with sharp eyes.

The atmosphere in the car instantly dropped to freezing point because of these words.

In the corner of the carriage, a small figure was looking at the scene in front of him with astonishment. He suddenly felt it was ridiculous and shouted loudly: "Dad? Uncle?"

She quickly glanced at their faces and could clearly see the traces of time left on their faces. They were much older and their attire was also very noble and extraordinary.

Little Yining was surprised at their differences and couldn't help but exclaimed again: "Where is this place? Why are Dad and Uncle different? Where is my Mom?"

At this time, Lin Yuzan spoke, his tone was as cold as ice, with a hint of alienation: "Master Wang, I wonder why you are looking for me this time?"

Wang Cheng lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the small teacup on the low table. Tenderness and sadness quietly emerged in his eyes, and he replied softly: "Wan Niang's death anniversary...is coming soon. She and Qing Jie'er will be alone in the Lin family's land and sleep forever. They must be lonely. I want to go back and move them to Yanjing so that they can experience the prosperity of this world."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he was met with a deafening roar.

Lin Yuzan's eyes widened, veins popped out on his forehead, and he yelled out of control, "Wang Shuzhi, are you crazy?"

Wang Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he raised his eyes again, stared at his mortal enemy mockingly, and said slowly: "Why is Shunan so panicked? It's just two handfuls of yellow earth. Isn't your sweetheart Leng Mengwan?"

When Lin Yuzan heard this, his face turned pale and blue, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Shuzhi, it's fine if you don't recognize Wanwan, but why did you have the heart to move her body? She is my wife, and Qingjie'er is also my daughter. We are all members of the Lin family."

Wang Cheng was not moved by this man's rebuke at all, but the smile on his face became even colder and thicker: "Shun An is really stubborn!"

After saying that, he took out a divorce letter from his bosom, placed it on the low table, and continued, "Looking like you, if Wan Niang were still alive, she would definitely regret marrying you. It's a pity that she was blinded by you at the beginning, and her only daughter was misled by you, and you also lost your beauty."

His words were like a sharp blade, piercing the heart of the man opposite him.

Lin Yuzan stared at the divorce agreement with his eyes wide open, his eyes almost spitting fire, and his chest was heaving violently. Finally, he could no longer suppress his anger, and squeezed out five words viciously from between his teeth: "Wang Shuzhi, how dare you!"

Wang Cheng remained calm and composed. He leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand and knocked on the car wall, then stood up, glanced at him and said calmly: "Shun'an, no one can stop me from doing what I want to do."

After he finished speaking, the carriage stopped. He gave Lin Yuzan a final contemptuous look, then lifted the curtain and left.

Xiao Yining was stunned by the conversation between the two. When she saw Wang Cheng leaving, she came to her senses in an instant and hurriedly followed him out of the carriage. Regardless of whether he could hear her or not, she began to ask questions non-stop: "Uncle, am I dead? How did my mother die? Was it because of the explosion in the palace?"

Wang Cheng was unaware of all this. He just stood on the side of the street and watched the carriage leave.

At this moment, Lin Yuzan suddenly opened the car curtain, glared at him, and whispered a warning: "Wang Shuzhi, don't force me to do anything to you!"

Hearing this, the little girl looked back at her father's sinister face, and reached out to hold Wang Cheng's hand, but she was not a physical entity, and her little hand passed straight through.

The little kid stamped his feet in anger and asked another question: "Uncle, has my dad fallen in love with Leng Mengwan again?"

Unfortunately, Xiao Yining didn't get any response at all.

Wang Cheng showed no fear at all, and replied calmly with four words: "At your service anytime."

As these words fell, the carriage started again. Xiao Yining's body was pulled by an unknown force, which quickly dragged her backwards and directly dragged her away from Wang Cheng.

Xiao Yining: ...

The little kid watched himself getting farther and farther away from Wang Cheng, and he collapsed and shouted, "You can't play with me like this! I want to follow my uncle, and I also want to look after my mother and I's graves!"