The sword cultivator ascended to the modern age

Ling Yun also sat down after making the phone call, her expression seemed to become more indifferent. The magician poured her a cup of tea and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Ling Yun's expression didn't change much. She took a sip of tea, avoided the magician's question, and said, "Xi'an is missing."

The magician and Ning Wan looked at each other again, their eyes full of gossip. Unfortunately, they did not dare to eat Ling Yun's melon.

The magician took a sip of the tea in his cup and said, "I know."

"Yes." Ling Yun lowered his head and slowly fiddled with the tea set on the table, and then started making tea again. Both his posture and steps were quite professional and natural.

Ning Wan sat in a rather lazy posture. She supported her chin with her hand and watched Ling Yun making tea with admiration. "Why don't you ask him where he went?"

Ling Yun still carried out the movements in his hands calmly and said in a calm voice, "Su Yirong."

Realizing that Ling Yun's tea-making process was coming to an end, the magician drank all the tea in his hand and said with a smile: "You understand, but Xi'an's journey is destined to be difficult."

Ling Yun paused slightly while pouring tea, then raised his eyes and stared at him, "What do you mean by this?"

Ning Wan smiled, she couldn't eat Ling Yun's melon, but she wouldn't be polite to Xi'an's melon.

"Since when have you become such a gossip?" The magician said as he took a sip of the tea brewed by Ling Yun. As expected, it tasted better than ordinary tea.

He couldn't help but take another sip, and the cup of tea immediately bottomed out. He looked at Ling Yun expectantly, wanting to ask the other party to make him another cup, but Ling Yun pushed all the tea sets in front of him aside.

The magician looked sideways at Ning Wan again. Ning Wan looked away, picked up the tea cup in front of her and took a covert sip. The magician shrugged, "Southwest Su family."

Ning Wan added in a low voice, "They are a family of capable people."

"Aristocratic family?" Ling Yun tilted his head slightly in the direction of the magician. The magician's pressure doubled instantly. He explained to Ling Yun: "You may not know that most of these hermit families will marry each other, let alone Su Yirong. She But he is the most outstanding junior of this generation of the Su family."

Feeling that the pressure around him had not diminished, cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead. Finally, looking at Ning Wan's half-smiling eyes, he took out another document from under the table, "This is a document from the Southwest Aristocratic Family If you want to go there, you will inevitably have to deal with these families."

Ling Yun took the information and read it carefully. He browsed it very quickly, and returned the information to the magician in just a moment. Then he disappeared in front of the other two people. He didn't know where he went. It can be said that he came here. Gone without a trace.

The magician stared at the empty tea cup in front of him with dull pain, wondering what conditions he could have for Ling Yun to make tea for him.

On the other side, Shen Yi was half leaning against the door. In the empty and deserted room, he seemed to see Ling Yun's figure. He rushed to the bed, only to find that there was nothing except a quilt.

He sat on the bed in a daze, touching the side of Ling Yun's habitual sleeper. His eyes instantly turned red, and she even took away the pillow.

Suddenly he saw a ring on the bedside table where Ling Yun was sleeping. It was their engagement ring! Shen Yi picked up the ring with trembling hands and stumbled towards the door. He regretted it. If the cost of keeping this child was losing Ling Yun, he would rather not have the child.

Shen Yi rushed to the garage as fast as he could. He wanted to tell Ling Yun that he could not have children, but he could not live without her.

The car quickly drove to the Express Hotel. Shen Yi ran into the elevator and found the magician directly. Ning Wan had just left not long ago.

Shen Yi rushed in eagerly and said eagerly to the magician: "I'm looking for Ling Yun."

The magician made himself another pot of tea, "She's not here."

Shen Yi looked at the three cups on the coffee table and affirmed: "Impossible!"

The magician looked relaxed, spread his hands and said carelessly: "If you don't believe it, just come in and find it yourself."

Shen Yi really searched around the room several times without missing any clues. Except for the two extra cups, there was nothing else.

Shen Yi stared at the magician quietly, with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes, "Where is she?"

The magician said honestly: "I don't know."

When Shen Yi returned to Shen's house in despair, the sky was getting dark, and Tang Xingman looked eagerly at the door. Her terrible son didn't know how to stop even though he was pregnant, and kept running out with her little granddaughter.

Shen Yi walked into the house in a daze, and suddenly saw a familiar figure beside the dining table. He ran over quickly, "Ling Yun..."

"You brat, why don't you come over for dinner!" Shen Zhiyi's scolding voice sounded, and the familiar figure in front of him disappeared. Shen Yi felt as if he had just woken up from a dream, and looked lost again, "I don't want to eat."

"Woof" A big snow-white hair ball suddenly appeared, and Shen Yi was pleasantly surprised. "Idiot?!" He squatted down and touched the big furry head, and then looked around the house.

Tang Xingman knew what her son was thinking, and she said inadvertently: "This was sent by Ling Yun just now."

Sure enough, Shen Yi immediately stood up and chased her and asked, "Where is she?!"

Shen Zhiyi said from the side: "Take Professor Jian away."

gone? Shen Yi went upstairs with a dejected look again.

Listening to the sound of the door closing upstairs, Tang Xingman asked her husband worriedly, "Old Shen, what's wrong with them?"

Shen Zhiyi put a piece of braised pork into her bowl, "We don't have to worry about junior's affairs."

Tang Xingman's eyes were still full of worry, "But be careful about him..."

Shen Zhiyi interrupted her next words, "Didn't Ling Yun say he would come over tonight?"

Tang Xingman slapped her forehead, "Yes, yes, look at my memory."

Shen Zhiyi saw helplessness in his eyes, "Are you in pain?"

"Hi, it's okay." Tang Xingman waved his hand, opened his mouth and bit into the braised pork. It was so delicious.

At night, the night was melting. Shen Yi lay on the side where Ling Yun usually slept, tossing and turning. The screen of his mobile phone dimmed and brightened, brightened and dimmed again and again. In a place where he could not see, a spiritual power slowly surged. Into his belly.

Still holding the ring in his hand, he murmured: "Ling Yun."

On the roof of the Shen family's house, Ling Yun sat cross-legged with his knees bent, repeatedly wiping the Huaguang sword, and beside him was a little chick whose mouth was sealed.