This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

But the painting came and went, and he found that Ling Tian was always the painting of the pattern, so he left it behind.

As long as he's happy, even if he's a fool all his life, his old man can raise him.

Shortly afterwards, Yan Zhong brought a pile of paper, which was filled with black and white graffiti, much like painting work received from kindergarten.

But Night Xuan stood up from the chair excitedly in the morning. He grabbed the paper from Yan Zhong's hand, and his hands looked a little trembling.

Every one of them, every one of them looked over, the eyelids of the Night Xuan morning almost went red on the spot.

Perhaps others don't understand it, but he sees it at a glance, which is the word of the immortal world.

It's called a “rune.”

And there's only one sentence on all this paper, which is, "Night's Evening, don't forget. ”

When you look behind you, the word count slowly decreases.

There is only one name - "Night Xuan Morning”

And in the end - "Xuancheng”

And finally —— "Morning."

The whole piece of paper will be filled, no matter how many words.

Night Xuan loved closing his eyes, and he seemed to fantasize that at some point, somewhere, Ling Tian, for some reason, constantly forgot about the past, he wanted to remember, he didn't want to forget him, so this way to remind himself.

“Hey, what's wrong with you? ”

Watching Night Xuan stare at the paper, almost crying, Yan Taizong couldn't bear asking.

That's no excitement at all

And you get excited, don't ruin my grandson's graffiti, he has to keep it.

Night Xuan was pulled back to God by the sound of Yan Taizong, and he squeezed out a smile: “I'm sorry, I think these graffiti are so artistic that I'm a little excited. ”

He handed the paper back to Yan Zhong.

“Hey, good boy, tasteful, I think so, too.” Yan Taizong immediately smiled and blossomed on his face. Anyway, I agree with someone who praised the excellence of the doll.

Night Xuan nodded in favour, then said: "I have a few things to do, old man. I will say goodbye first and come visit you another day. ”

There is only one thought in his mind that he wants to see Ling Tian and eagerly wants to see him.

Yan Taizong nodded not long after seeing him say so, "Go, my old man is used to it alone. ”

That is the truth, not the opposite.

Night Xuan's mind had already flown away, so Yan Taizong nodded and he left the garden in a hurry.

……

Ling Family...

Lingjia Old Master sat on the main position, his eyes as sharp as eagle, and fell on nearby Ling Tian.

Ling Tian also sat on the chair, his eyes were faint, his face was unemotional, and he had no intention of speaking voluntarily.

Ling Family's grandfather squinted his eyes and spoke voluntarily: “Didn't you promise me last time to give Ling Feng a chance to enter the squad against scales? Why did you give the spot to a kid you don't know? ”

If the Ling family is to stand on their heels in the military for a long time, someone must stand on their feet in a reverse scale.

But Ling Tian is now beyond his control, so he can only put his plans on other descendants.

Ling Tian faded out: “I never said yes. ”

Ling Zhongshi's eyes sinked. Last time Ling Tian did not agree, but he had no objection. He thought he was acquiescent.

Just talking, Ling Tin's phone rang.

Night Xuan called, picked up at dawn, and immediately heard the voice of Night Xuan in his ear: “I miss you, Ling Tian. ”