The ancestors' possession and transaction of the original man has a long history. In order to show that they are less absolute autonomy, the original man has the right to demand freedom. As long as he can prove that he has the same value as the ancestors, it needs to pass a harsh and fundamental

Unable to achieve challenges.

Lang Yan was the one who challenged this idea, and looked straight at Ling Xuefeng, "I want to redeem myself."

Ling Xuefeng didn't like his eyes very much. These eyes were so similar to the ancestors. The original and ancestors should have a clear boundary. Lang Yan's eyes were simply an offense to the ancestors.

Lynch took a step forward and stood next to Lang Yan without any hesitation and pushed him behind him with one hand to protect him. He said to Ling Xuefeng: "Ling Xuefeng, don't bully people too much. This person is mine. The eagle group has been silent too much.

Long time, I will go to war for this.”

‘This person is mine’, what a nice thing, Lang Yan’s heartbeat and breathing instantly expanded. In such words, happiness quickly floated up, as if he had grown wings and was about to fly into the sky.

Ling Xuefeng was slightly stunned when he heard this. He glanced at Lang Yan and admitted that Lang Yan was indeed very outstanding, but no matter how outstanding he was, he was just a real person. For this real person, could Lynch go to war with him?

The surface balance has been maintained for decades, just for this? Lynch can't stand it anymore?

Ling Xuefeng looked at Lynch with an incredible gaze. He drank several times and swallowed it, "Don't get me wrong, I have no intention of letting our relationship worsen. I have been seeking cooperation with you. This...

It's a little gift from me."

Lynch frowned, "Gift?"

The teacup in Ling Xuefeng's hand was empty. He raised his hand and waved it. The servant hiding in the dark came over with the kettle. Green liquid flowed out of the round mouth of the pot. Ling Xuefeng took another sip before lifting his face and said calmly:

"I will give you this original person as the beginning of our reconciliation."

When Lynch heard this, he was not grateful, but instead sneered: "He was mine."

“Legally, he belongs to me.”

Lynch's face turned cold and he looked at Ling Xuefeng angrily.

Ling Xuefeng smiled and felt very sad about Lynch's anger at this moment. He had fought with King Lynch for so many years and had an appreciation for Lynch. Lynch approached his perfect ancestor in his heart, because

Ling Xuefeng kept secretly giving him a yard, and refused to take the initiative to kill him.

This pure and flawless perfect statue was ruined by a dazzling red.

And this dazzling red is likely to come from a lowly original man.

The 'lowly original man' walked into Ling Xuefeng's sight and completely blocked Lynch. Ling Xuefeng then noticed that Lang Yan's body was very tall, "Mr. Ling, I don't need your freedom to give alms, I'm the thing I took away from

Will get it back with your own hands.”

Ling Xuefeng took another sip of the green liquid in the cup. This was a liquid that could restrain desire. The cold taste allowed Ling Xuefeng to maintain his demeanor. He smiled and said, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure." Lang Yan said lightly.

Ling Xuefeng drank the liquid in the cup in one breath and said happily: "Since that's the case, I can only give you blessings."

Now Lang Yan's contract for sale is still in Ling Xuefeng's hands. Ling Xuefeng refused to let him go, so Lynch simply stayed. Ling Xuefeng deliberately asked someone to clean up a small building for this, and Lynch insisted on living with Lang Yan.

Ling Xuefeng's expression at that time was angry with a little anger, and explained gently that Lang Yan lived on the original side and was not suitable for Lynch to live.

"I can never understand the prejudice you have against the ancestors and the original people." Lynch frowned. He stood in front of Lang Yan, his shoulders and Lang Yan's chest were almost pressed together without any concealment.

Yan's closeness.

Ling Xuefeng said: "Acknowledging differences is not a prejudice."

“Discrimination is prejudice.”

"I can't let them walk around the yard."

"Then let them go."

"Why should I let go of my people?"

The two argued, and Lynch had nothing to say, took Lang Yan's hand and "leave."

Lang Yan followed meticulously, without saying anything, like a silent vixen, walked to the door and turned around and looked at Ling Xuefeng cunningly. His silly yellow eyes were full of jokes, as if he had seen through Ling Xuefeng.

Ling Xuefeng narrowed his eyes, and his white eyeballs and black pupils were obviously murderous intent.

Lynch held Lang Yan's hand and walked out not far away. When he was alone with Lang Yan, he seemed to have jumped out of this world and said curiously: "What do you do? Are you planning to break through and hit Ling Xuefeng in the face?

”

"No," Lang Yan shook his hand back, leisurely and contented, "The rebellion of him will make him shameless."

Lynch really wanted to hug him, but he didn't shy away, so he really hugged him. The servants in the castle-like building complex were hidden in a deep corner. Even if someone saw Lynch, it didn't matter. Anyway, Ling Xuefeng was already like

He saw through the relationship between him and Lang Yan as if nothing had happened.

Two thin and long arms were hugging him strongly, and Lang Yan hugged him peacefully. Lynch sniffed his shoulders and said first, "You are."

Very fragrant.”

Lang Yan turned his head and sniffed himself. He didn't smell any fragrance. He tried hard to smell it a few more times. He felt that the smell on his body was very ordinary, just a faint smell of sweat. Lynch's expression looked very satisfied and intoxicated.

Lang Yan thought to himself: He loves me only because he loves me.

Since Lynch entered this world, Lang Yan felt that Lynch loved him more and more. He knew that his status in Lynch's heart was different, not an optional one.

The mission target, Lynch is special to him.

With the foundation of trust, his understanding of feelings is of course different. He no longer has to doubt whether Lynch's show of kindness to him was due to the needs of the task, and he can finally enjoy this simple hug without any suspicion.

Lang Yan's gentle expression suddenly subsided, and he relaxed in an instant, turned his head and kissed Lynch on the cheek gently. Lynch raised his head and blinked his eyes at him. The smile at the corner of his mouth curled slightly, looking unsuspecting, like

The beast showed its white belly for people to scratch.

Ling Xuefeng had never seen Lynch's expression like this before, but he was still in front of a humble original man.

Ling Xuefeng's blood seemed to be frozen first, and then put it in the oil pan. He was disappointed and angry in the ice and fire. His mood was comparable to a man who found that the pure and innocent goddess in his heart fell in love with a lowly and dirty beggar. Ling Xuefeng

He took a breath and his eyes turned red for the unsightly picture in front of him.

What a good ancestor, Lynch is, and he is equal to his power. He has never understood his painstaking efforts to oppose him for many years. He has endured it again and again. He has treated him as a benevolent and righteous person. Why is he so unaware of his goodness and depravity?

?

Lang Yan hugged Lynch and quietly turned around for a while, completely isolated Ling Xuefeng's gaze, rubbed Lynch's short hair above his head, "Let's go, let's take you to see other original people here."

Lynch didn't expect that Ling Xuefeng had "collected" so many original people, and there were a wide variety of them.

The original people were in good spirits, scattered in the huge garden, each doing their own things, turning a blind eye to the arrival of Lynch and Lang Yan.

A handsome original man came up and bowed to Lynch, raised his hand and said gracefully: "Your noble demeanor is really touching." Then with a 'bang', a beautiful rose appeared on his hand.

It's under Lynch.

Lynch almost stopped awkwardly and glanced at Lang Yan. Lang Yan just laughed. Lynch reached out to pick up the rose. As soon as his finger touched the petals, the rose directly melted and fell into quicksand at Lynch's feet.

A circle of flowers bloomed, and Lynch could no longer speak.

"This is a magician," Lang Yan had already figured out everyone's situation, "the top one."

"Haha, not necessarily," the magician snapped his fingers, and the little flower at Lynch's feet disappeared again, without a trace. "No one can call himself the top, no one." He turned and raised himself

a rose lies quietly on the hat.

Lynch said to Lang Yan: "Who are these?"

"What do you think?" Lang Yan took Lynch's hand into the main building and stood on the top terrace and looked down. Only then did Lin Qi realize that what he saw just now was the tip of the iceberg.

The garden that just now spread out from the round garden, like half of the claws of a spider, extended like a maze. There were original people everywhere, painting, running, boxing, and even diving in the artificial swimming pool.

.

Lynch was shocked by this picture and felt very strange, "What is Ling Xuefeng doing?"

"It's similar to what you do. You're looking for mixed races everywhere. He collects original people with development potential in various fields everywhere and tames them here." Lang Yan said.

Lynch was still puzzled, "Why? Didn't Ling Xuefeng have a great disgust towards the original man?"

Lang Yan looked at the prosperous and lively garden, "Ling Xuefeng was afraid that there would be a stronger original person than his ancestors, so the so-called order he advocated would no longer exist. He imprisoned these original persons with outstanding abilities here and let them

Like a bird in a cage, I never know how high I can fly, in order to maintain my ancestors' image as high as I can."

"Abnormal..." Apart from these two words, Lynch really doesn't know what language to use to describe Ling Xuefeng.

How could there be such a crazy person who deprived so many of them of their freedom just to "maintain order"? It's incredible.

The happy scene under the terrace also became uncomfortable. Lynch frowned, his palms slowly curled up, his throat was itchy, and he wanted to shout, shattering the false peace.

Lang Yan's palm covered the back of Lynch's hand, and the temperature of the skin made Lynch come back from his unstable state of mind. Lang Yan was looking at him gently, "Does it look like it?"

"What do you think?" Lynch said in a daze.
Chapter completed!