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Ye Family Ancestral Hall.

What came at this moment was the blunt sound of family law hitting the flesh.

The second son of the Ye family was originally kneeling in obscene clothes, but now he has become clinging to the ground, enduring it very hard.

Ye Qing gritted his teeth and closed his eyes slightly.His spirit has begun to be a little blurred, and the severe pain behind him has almost turned into numbness.He heard himself panting heavily, and he felt that he would not last long, but he still did not allow himself to cry out.

Before the next blunt sound of his father raising his hand and dropping his hand, he managed to support half of his body and tugged at the corner of his father's clothes, hoping that his father would look down at him.But his father ignored him, and the stick in his hand didn't even slow down a bit.

He moved again, curled up slightly, hugged his father's ankle, and said in a crying voice: "Father...father..."

Ye Lingyun's stick immediately turned to greet him.

The stick was pulled three times very quickly, all on Ye Qing's joints, and his hand swelled instantly.

"Hmm..." Ye Qing withdrew his hand to protect his body.

Then the stick appeared behind him again mixed with the wind.

For three years, every year on this day, Ye Qing felt that he would die in the ancestral hall.

After being silently rejected by his father's begging for mercy with a stick, Ye Qing no longer begged for mercy. He knew, how could his father soften his heart because of his tears?No, never.

I don't know how long it took, when Ye Qing almost fainted, his father seemed to be tired from the beating, so he swung the stick.He grabbed Ye Qing by the shoulder, dragged him to the row of spiritual seats, and said coldly, "Apologize."

Ye Qing reluctantly got up, knelt down on the bunk again, kowtowed his head, and muttered incessantly: "I'm sorry, brother... brother... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Compared with the ancestral tablet in front of him, it looks very new.The name on the tablet is Ye Yun.His elder brother, Ye Lingyun's eldest son.

Ye Lingyun watched his second son knelt with injuries all over his body and knocked his head on the ground one after another, his gaze was still chillingly cold.

He picked up three sticks of incense on the table, lit them, bowed in front of Ye Yun's spiritual tablet, and put it in the incense burner in front of Ye Yun's spiritual tablet.

Compared to Ye Qing just now, he was much gentler towards this cold spiritual place, his eyes even slightly moistened, with rare pity and love.

Ye Lingyun sighed softly in front of Ye Yunling, and then said coldly to Ye Qing who was still kowtowing: "I'll give you an hour to wash yourself up. You know what you're going to do tonight. .”

Hearing Ye Lingyun's words, Ye Qing dared to stop kowtowing and murmuring, knelt down and said: "Thank you, father."

"Get out." Ye Lingyun closed his eyes slightly, and turned his back to Ye Qing.He was already immersed in the nostalgia for his eldest son, and he didn't want to take another look at Ye Qing at all.

Even at this moment, Ye Qing had to grit his teeth and bear the pain even when he stood up, and he had to hold on to the pillar and move slowly every step he took.