"Lingyun, remember to keep your distance from Bei Liejiao. She is the direct princess of Bei Lie Dynasty and the person most likely to inherit the throne besides the eldest prince. Most politicians are ruthless people."

"Bei Liejiao is no exception. Her personality is very similar to Fang Zixuan. Don't trust her too much."

Hearing this, Ye Lingan frowned.

Bei Liejiao is the princess of the Bei Lie Dynasty and the strongest person in the Bei Lie Dynasty. Together with Nangong Jing of the Cangyun Sword Sect, they are known as the two strongest people in the human race. They are the pinnacle of the human race's strength.

The Fang family where Fang Lingyun lives is actually related to Bei Liejiao?

Judging from these words, Bei Liejiao is still related to the Fang family by blood. Cousins, if we are close enough to say they are sisters, there is no problem.

So here comes the question. The Fang family has a queen from the Bei Lie Dynasty, who is an in-law of the royal family of the Bei Lie Dynasty. She is considered to be a famous family in the Bei Lie Dynasty. Why was she slaughtered by the Wu Clan in the end and not known to the world?

At least, Ye Ling'an had never heard about the Fang family of the Northern Lie Dynasty. If she hadn't revealed that Ye Ling'an was once Fang Lingyun, Ye Ling'an would not associate the Fang family with her.

The inseparable relationship between the two was beyond Ye Ling'an's expectation.

"This is for your own good. If you get involved with Bei Liejiao a little more, I'm afraid you won't even have any bones left. This person is full of tricks and is the most ruthless person."

Ye Ling'an listened carefully. If she guessed correctly, this person should be her mother.

Ye Lingan did not have the memory of her parents in her previous life. She had an impression of her mother entirely because of Su Yingchu's care and care.

Su Yingchu actually dotes on her very much.

The feelings are mutual, and it was Su Yingchu's love that made Ye Ling'an respond to her.

If she is Fang Lingyun, then the woman in front of her is her biological mother, who is the same as Su Yingchu.

Ye Ling'an was a little confused because she didn't know how to treat this person.

Ye Ling'an would be very calm when getting along with Su Yingchu, but Ye Ling'an felt uncomfortable getting along with the person in front of him.

A very strange emotion appeared in his heart, something Ye Lingan was not used to.

"Why are not you talking?"

Surprise appeared in those beautiful eyes, "Lingyun, you are really weird today. You were not willing to listen to me anymore before. As long as Bei Liejiao is involved, it will be difficult for you to stay rational."

"I don't know what kind of soup Bei Liejiao gave you to make you so irrational."

Her worried look clearly fell in Ye Ling'an's eyes.

Ye Ling'an didn't answer, because she was just sighing, and it didn't matter whether Ye Ling'an listened or not.

She continued talking, expressing all her dissatisfaction with Bei Liejiao.

The further he listened, the more Ye Lingan felt something was wrong, because weren't they related by marriage?

Why is Mother Fang so dissatisfied with Bei Liejiao? Looking at this posture, people who don't know their relationship would think they are mortal enemies.

This is not common sense.

Ye Ling'an wondered uncertainly, what was there that she hadn't noticed?

Ye Ling'an looked at his little hands. There were calluses on them. It was obvious that this body had been practicing swordplay since he was a child, so there were calluses on his hands.

She touched the bones of her left hand with her right hand and deduced that the body was about thirteen years old.

No, wasn't she taken to the Sword Sect by her master when she was eight years old? Didn't she just lose her memory before she was eight years old? Why is the age of this body around thirteen years old?

This doubt filled Ye Ling'an's heart.

If Fang Lingyun is really her, then her age in her previous life was false, or there is something wrong with her memory.

Ye Ling'an's body suddenly trembled, and an extremely terrifying thought appeared in her heart, making her feel bad.

Either her previous experiences may have been false, or her memory has been tampered with, or she is not Fang Lingyun.

No matter which possibility it was, the seeds of doubt had already been planted in Ye Ling'an's heart.

Ye Ling'an is also considering whether to believe everything here.

"Ling Yun..."

Before Mother Fang finished speaking, screams rang out, and there was a sudden noise outside. They looked at each other.

The maids who lowered their presence in the corner walked beside Ye Ling'an, protecting Ye Ling'an and Fang's mother as protectors.

They all held extremely sharp weapons in their hands, and there were faint spiritual energy fluctuations on their bodies. It can be seen that they are cultivators and their level is not low.

"Madam, the situation outside has changed. I'm afraid there might be a sneak attack by thieves."

The middle-aged woman headed by the maid spoke to them seriously. This group of maids stood nearby just to protect them.

To be precise, these maids are the secret guards of the Fang family, specializing in protecting the direct bloodline of the Fang family.

Ye Ling'an is the one they want to protect.

A coldness flashed in Mother Fang's eyes, and she said coldly: "It's not safe to stay in the house. Let's go out and check the situation. If the battle situation outside is optimistic, it means that the thieves are of average strength and cannot pose a threat to us. I would rather Let’s see which thief is so bold and dares to provoke our Fang family.”

"Our Fang family is a martial arts family with thousands of years of experience. How can you, Xiaoxiao, be offended?"

Mother Fang's face was solemn, anger flashed in her eyes. Such Xiaoxiao who dares to provoke the Fang family is undoubtedly seeking death.

The noise outside was extremely loud, and the sound of weapons clashing kept ringing in my ears. When they rushed outside, they saw countless warriors fighting with their own abilities.

This continent is vast, with different races living there, and their cultivation methods are also different. The human race is divided into two cultivation systems based on region. The one in the north is for cultivating immortality, and the one in the south is for cultivating martial arts. Their cultivation abilities are also different.

That's why the title Beijing Nanjiao appeared, because their strength and cultivation are not based on the same cultivation system.

Flames burned on the ground, lightning and thunder were accompanied by ice and snow, and the rich smell of blood came from not far away.

Mother Fang had a serious face, and her pupils couldn't help but dilate, which was a rare thing.

Trees were withering, swords were flashing, and the scene was once chaotic. A group of men in black stood in mid-air. The martial cultivators of the Fang family stood on the ground, looking at the people above them with hatred in their eyes.

In the previous confrontation, the Fang family lost at least one-third of its people. This can be described as a heavy loss, but none of them were injured or killed. Such a huge disparity in strength made the eyes of the Fang family red.

"Who are you?" Mother Fang yelled angrily. The corners of her eyes turned slightly red because she saw all the Fang family members lying on the ground.

None of the men in black above were injured, which showed that the other party was well prepared.

"The person who wants your life."

A woman in black lifted up her cloak, revealing her beautiful and enchanting face. Her purple eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky, and there were purple lines on her face.

Her long jet-black hair was swaying in the wind, and she held a dagger with blue light in her hand. The strange lines were shining with light, giving people an extremely cold feeling. With just one glance, the ominousness revealed by the lines was reflected in everyone's eyes.

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