The Qing Dynasty's Mingyue's Heart of a Good King

That is to say stop, that is to say stop.If it is now and now, it is called it.

...... Inscription: Qingliang

Zhang Liang ignored him, but his attention was already attracted by the woman in white.

Ling Ziqing did not expect him to appear here, seeing his dusty appearance, it is not difficult to see why he appeared.She stared at him silently, not knowing what to say or what to ask.

Mo Chen and Tian Ming also didn't expect him to find this place, and the two of them remained silent in a rare tacit understanding without opening their mouths.

Zhang Liang walked quickly to Ling Ziqing's side, missing, pampering, distressed, and lovingly caressed the skinny cheek: "Qing'er"

"you……"

"I found you, I finally found you, Qing'er" Zhang Liang hugged her uncontrollably and murmured.

Ling Ziqing's body stiffened, not knowing what to do?

"I'm sorry, Zifang apologizes to Qing'er for everything in the past and now. Zifang is sorry for Qing'er. Zifang doesn't ask Qing'er for forgiveness. I only hope that Qing'er can give Zifang a chance to redeem her sins."

Ling Ziqing raised her head and watched him silently.After a long time, she slowly said, "I'll give you a chance." She knew that she still couldn't forget him and let him go.So, go with your heart...

After Mo Chen was silent for a long time, he raised his head and pointed at Zhang Liang and said, "For the sake of your sincerity, I will give you a chance to fight with me. If you win, I will no longer object to you being with your mother. If you lose, I won't let you in"

They were all astonished at the conditions proposed by Mo Chen. Is this a duel between father and son?

"Okay," Zhang Liang agreed briskly: "Let's go out and compete." When he turned around, no one saw the cunning and calculation in his eyes.

Ling Ziqing watched them walk out of the inn with some concern. Mochen's martial strength is not high, but his spiritual power is very strong, and Zifang...

"Let's say it first, you can't use spiritual power and spells, we only compete in moves." Zhang Liang said with a smile in his eyes.

"Yes." Mo Chen swung the jade flute, "Where's your sword?"

"It's just a competition of moves, so naturally there is no need to use the Lingxu sword." Zhang Liang looked around, and he walked over to pick up a branch from the ground: "It's time to start."

Mo Chen launched the attack with a cold face, and he quickly flashed dozens of times around Zhang Liang.Among them, there are endless ways to attack, Zhang Liang smiled lightly.

He was not in a hurry to defuse Mo Chen's killing move, and it could almost be seen that Mo Chen was always passive.

Tianming watched with excitement the scene where the father and son fought each other. "Mother, who do you think will win?"

"..." Ling Ziqing looked at the father and son silently, unable to respond.

"I think, if he can use spells, then Mochen must win. Now he can only use moves. I'm very impressed." Tianming nodded seriously and looked at the dazzling moves.

"You lost." Mo Chen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the branch on his neck in disbelief.

"Sure enough, Mochen still lost." Tianming smiled with some ambiguity.

It seems that Ovary's swordsmanship has increased a lot...

Zhang Liang put away the branch in his hand, squatted in front of Mo Chen with his back to them, put his hands on his shoulders: "Since you lost, then you have to do what you said just now. And..." He The calculating light in his eyes flickered again: "You should call me Daddy instead."

Mo Chen looked at Zhang Liang who was smiling all over his face, and immediately angrily raised the jade flute and stabbed him in the abdomen. "you shut up"

"Hmm~" Zhang Liang covered his abdomen in pain and lay down on the ground.

"what……"