Yang Gongdao: "Fate is great."

Gong Xiqiu could naturally see that although Yang Gong was an ordinary person, he did not have the decadent aura of a hero in his twilight years. It seemed that the other party's state of mind had improved. Unfortunately, the Dan Mansion had been destroyed. Gong Xiqiu asked him: "You

What is your name?"

He wanted to know the name of his former rival.

Yang Gongdao: "Yang, named Gong, named Gongcheng."

Gong Xilai inexplicably felt that the name sounded familiar. He was about to ask Yang Gong something when he heard the man in black, Yang Ying, who was meditating and adjusting his breath. His face turned red and his energy and blood surged. Gong Xiqiu noticed it immediately and forcibly suppressed the scurrying people.

Wu Qi: "What are you doing?"

Can martial energy flow randomly through the meridians?

Unexpectedly, Yang Ying swallowed the blood rising in her throat, and hurriedly stood up to look for something. Her eyes locked on a familiar figure. Her eyes quickly turned red and misted, her lips were trembling, and her throat was spasming due to emotional excitement, and she could not spit out.

One word. How could Mr. Yang not notice this blazing gaze? He looked at the tall, gray-faced man in black with a puzzled expression.

"Why is Xiaolang looking at me like this?"

The black color can hide the body shape, and there is a Martial Tiger Talisman on the opponent's waist. Coupled with the frequent facial expressions and the miserable face, Yang Gong really thought he was a young man. Hearing the familiar voice that had not been heard for many years, Yang Ying could no longer

Unable to hold back, hot tears rolled down my face, and I called out: "Father!" Not as deep as a man, but not as gentle as a woman, somewhere in between.

"...Why did Xiaolang call me father?"

Mr. Yang did not remember that he knew the other party.

Hearing the name "Xiao Lang", Yang Ying was startled. She thought of her young brother who died in her arms with a cold body. She felt sad: "Father, I am A Ying, your daughter."

Ah Ying, not my younger brother Ah Xiong..."

Ah Ying? Ah Xiong?

Yang Gong suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The whole person was like a statue, frozen in place.

Looking at the young man who called himself "A Ying" in front of him, he was overwhelmed with ecstasy and doubt, leaving him unable to react in time. Only then did Gong Xiqiu remember that Gong Xi had said that Yang Ying was his defeat.

The autobiography was written by someone else, but they didn’t specify who it was.

Co-author Yang Ying is the daughter of Duke Yang?

Shen Tang was also surprised by this coincidence.

"You, you, you are really A Ying..." Yang Gong struggled to control his limbs, but he couldn't control the emotions that came like a roaring mountain and a tsunami. His tiger eyes were filled with tears. He raised his hand to touch Yang Ying's face, but couldn't.

I'm afraid it's just a phantom.

Mr. Yang once had a daughter and a son.

One is named Ying and the other is named Xiong.

It's just that my son is still too young, so only a few relatives know his real name, and outsiders only know that he has the second digit of his teeth.

"I am!"

These two simple words made Yang Gong unable to bear it any longer.

He shed tears on the spot and cried bitterly while hugging his daughter who had already caught up with his ears, venting his emotions. After a while, he wiped away the tears with his palms and looked at the daughter in front of him who looked nothing like his daughter: "How did you become like this?

What does it look like?”

Yang Ying pointed at Gong Xiqiu: "He did it."

Yang Gong: "..."

Oh yes.
Chapter completed!