After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

Seeing the heartache in Bai Qingge's eyes, Yun Fengyang concealed the smile on his lips and said with a melancholy look.

"You shouldn't have suffered all this. I have explained it to you, but you should also know that the child is angry now and won't listen to anyone.

"You are the hero of our father and daughter. I wanted to ask you for a favor today, but you are like this now, and I can't bear to ask you.

"I've just thought about it, and I'd like to do this. Even if Shixue will hate me as a father, I will send you away. I will arrange everything for you, including accommodation, money, servants, and bodyguards. You should live a better life."

She would not be fooled by such sweet words. When a miser wants to plunder, if it is not urgent, then he has a bigger plan.

"what's up?"

Yun Feiyang looked reluctant and said, "You don't have to be like this. Even if that thing cannot be done, it will only make Shixue's future life more difficult, or her life will be controlled by others. At least she can save her life.

"But if you do this, you will definitely die. It's not worth it."

Bai Qingge understood in his heart that the man couldn't help but want to kill to silence the witness, so he asked why the stingy guy didn't do PUA today but instead made empty promises.

Bai Qingge shook his head and said, "Nothing is worth it, I just follow my heart.

"You are right, I have seen it all these days, she is very tired, but she keeps forcing herself not to rest.

"She clearly said she didn't like these, but she had to do them.

“She’s a person who never gives up, so I want to help her win.

"I want to do something for her, even though what I can do is limited. I hope that what I do can pave the way for her and make her journey easier."

Then she looked out the window again. Her face, which had recovered somewhat, was covered with a layer of dazzling sunlight. "I originally just wanted to prepare a birthday present for her, but I didn't expect that by some strange coincidence, I actually helped her."

Yun Fengyang was somewhat moved by these heart-touching words. He seemed to recall some past events and said these words naturally.

"Won't you regret it?"

Bai Qingge showed a meaningful smile and replied: "Regret, I can only wait until next life."

This unexpected answer made Yun Fengyang stunned, and the memories in his eyes were quickly concealed.

"You'd better tell me what you need me to do quickly. Xiaoxue must be anxious."

"Well, since you have made your choice, I will not persuade you any more.

"This mission is very dangerous, but I will send someone to assist you. You just need to head towards the target."

“Who is my target?”

"Elder of the clan."

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"come over."

Bai Qingge was not unfamiliar with this imperative tone. She walked over and the other party gave instructions again.

"Put it on yourself."

It was a very delicate collar. Even if the ornaments on it were pried off, it could be sold for a high price outside. The purpose of this collar was simply to make Yun Shixue feel spiritually satisfied.

It was made by her own hands. When Xiaobai had her unique iconic item, she could truly feel that Xiaobai was right here, in front of her eyes, and in her hands.

He is no longer the person who is popular, praised by Bie Ruxue, and coveted by that woman.

She is just her own little white.

But something that happened today made her feel out of control again.

The emergence of a tenth-level psychic may not sound like a big deal for the Yun family, but there are only three level-10 psychics in the entire Yun family.

It is almost universally recognized that psychics are far more powerful than people with other abilities. Among the three level ten people in the Yun family, none of them is a psychic.

And Xiaobai's background can barely be considered as a good family, and he can be trained to become a core member of the Yun family.

What bothered her the most was that her father had only told her about this today, and wanted to spread the news in order to increase her chances of winning the election for head of the family.

She wondered how long her hasty arrangements could be kept secret from others.

She said it was to help herself, but she would rather not have this help.

The only thing she was thankful for was that her father did not leak the news without her knowledge, and the elders in the clan were still unaware of it. If those old guys got to know about it, she knew very well that she would not be able to keep Xiaobai.

Yun Shixue stroked the delicate collar on her neck, slid it towards her delicate skin, hooked up her collar, and said with a melancholy look on her face.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai, tell me, what should I do with you?"

"In just a few years, I have become an eighth-level psychic. I have worked hard since I was young and never slacked off. Now I have just reached the seventh level.

"I have never seen you practice in these years. Not even a trace of spiritual energy has been emitted. How many things are you hiding from me?"

Yun Shixue leaned her head on Bai Qingge's shoulder, admiring and touching this priceless treasure that was about to be peeped at by everyone. At that time, she would no longer belong to herself.

She could defeat Yun Shihuan, and even fight against his father, but when facing the elders, she didn't have even a little confidence.

Every chaebol is basically inseparable from the shadow of the clan elders. They are the original creators of the chaebol and the only ones who can stand above the chaebol.

The Yun family’s elders, the youngest is over 100 years old, and the oldest is over 400 years old. That is also the history of the Yun family standing in Luocheng.

Their physical bodies have disappeared, and they have uploaded their brain consciousness to the cloud, achieving mental immortality.

Only those who have made great contributions to the Yun family are qualified to become one of the elders. After their death, they will still lead the Yun family forward.

Perhaps they were shining during their lifetime and were geniuses of their time, admired by everyone, with no one daring to compete or rival them.

But times are changing, and almost every 50 years, Los Angeles undergoes rapid changes.

Eight fifty years have passed since the first generation of clan elders, and the lower-class poor have been replaced by eight or nine generations.

The weapons have changed from the physical aspect to the energy aspect, and the changes during this period are huge.

The insights of the first generation of clan elders have long been outdated. Some of them have changed with the times, while others have remained conservative. The only thing they have in common is that they hold absolute power over the family.

It is not a pleasant feeling to be abandoned by the times. Think about it, they were once the pride of an era. Except for a few people, they naturally are unwilling to give up the rights they have worked hard for.