Report to the lady! The young masters are madly infatuated with a village girl

Chapter 158 Adopted Son

The ancient residence of the Lanling family in City B.

Lanling Chi was leaning lazily against the carved window frame, playing with his mobile phone in his hand, and seemed to have no interest in the breeze and drizzle outside the window.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted far away.

Xining, what are you doing now?

He felt like a fool for only telling Xining his number but not writing down her contact information.

Beating my chest and stamping my feet...

Monet shook his head and said that the young master had gone crazy ever since he left that woman.

Lan Lingchi closed his eyes and murmured, "Why hasn't she called me yet..."

At this moment, the cell phone in his hand vibrated.

Lan Lingchi opened his eyes and looked at the phone screen in surprise.

The next second, she lowered her eyes, feeling a little disappointed, but still pressed the answer button: "Hello, Yuan'er, what's wrong?"

The other party whispered, "Third brother, I'm here to give you a heads-up. Just now, my great grandfather came to me angrily to ask about your residence. You should take care of yourself."

After saying that, Lanling Yuan died.

Lan Lingchi was stunned for a second and slowly put away his phone.

Monet looked towards the door: "The old man is here."

But I saw an old man with a white beard walking into the house with a cane. He looked solemn, with dissatisfaction and worry flashing in his eyes.

"Xiao Chi, you must give me an explanation. Do you know that Prince Waksha has been waiting for you there for six days?"

The old man's tone was somewhat reproachful.

Lan Lingchi still looked out the window and replied calmly: "I don't want to go."

Lan Ling Gong sat on a chair nearby and sighed, "Alas, I know you don't like Prince Waksha, but you still have to put in some superficial effort."

"I'm too lazy to do it."

Lan Ling taught earnestly: "Xiao Chi, you know that your grandfather is old and can no longer protect the balance between the human world and the demon world like he did when he was young. Since you have the Yin-Yang Eyes, this is both a gift and a responsibility. You should serve as a bridge between the two worlds, inherit the perfect bloodline of our Lan Ling family, and continue to protect this hard-earned peace."

Lan Lingchi then turned his head slightly, with a bit of cynicism in his eyes: "Grandpa, you are only a hundred years old, not old. You know, I met a 156-year-old grandmother on this trip, she is old enough to be your grandmother. I would have introduced her to you as a grandmother, so that you can enjoy the joy of being young for once."

After hearing these words, Lanling Gong was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

He said sternly, "Don't make me angry, you little brat. I gave up on your grandfather and your father a long time ago because they didn't have the Yin-Yang Vision and couldn't take on this responsibility. It's not easy for your generation to have the Yin-Yang Vision. If you don't inherit this mission, who else do you want to take it on?"

"Aren't there eldest brother, second brother, fourth sister, and youngest brother?" Lan Lingchi yawned nonchalantly.

"Don't give me any useless talk. Are you going to inherit it or not?"

"Great grandfather, are you saying that my eldest brother, second brother, fourth sister and youngest brother are all useless people?" Lan Lingchi asked instead of answering.

"you you!"

Lanling Gong was so angry that he grabbed the purple clay teapot on the table and threw it towards Lanling Pool.

Lanling Chi quickly grabbed the purple clay teapot.

He gently put the teapot back on the table.

"Grandfather, please don't be angry. I really don't want to go to Snake Island, and I don't want to be the Herald."

“Nonsense!” Lan Ling Gong slammed his cane on the ground and shouted angrily, “Do you know how much effort your grandfather put in to make you an Herald? This is the honor of the family, and it is also your responsibility!”

Lan Lingchi just smiled faintly, with a hint of determination in his eyes: "Grandpa, I know you have high hopes for me. But I really don't like being bound by the glory and responsibility of the family. I want to pursue my own freedom and dreams."

Upon hearing this, Lanling Gong was so angry that he trembled all over, and kept pounding his crutches on the ground, making a continuous thumping sound.

"You... you really disappoint me!" Lan Linggong's voice was trembling. "What do you think you can decide? You can sit in the position of the Herald Master whether you want to or not!"

After saying that, he turned and left with his crutches.

Following Lanling Chi's eye signal, Monet followed Lanling Gong.

But soon, Monet hurried back and reported to Lanling Chi: "Master Chi, I just saw Hilde walking this way on the road."

"Hilde?" Lan Lingchi raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the name.

"Hilde is Prince Waksha's personal servant. This proves that Prince Waksha is in the mansion."

"Why is he coming to Lanling Mansion? Then I'm leaving." Lanling Chi had no good feelings towards this arrogant prince.

Finally, the two decided to leave this place.

As the two passed the back garden and passed by the pond, the sound of splashing water broke the tranquility around them, attracting Lanling Chi to look in the direction of the sound.

I saw a little boy squatting by the pond, trying to reach out for the ball that had fallen into the water.

The little boy raised his head, and his lonely eyes looked particularly bright in the sunlight.

"Hey, kid, you can't play in the water here." Lanling Chi's voice was filled with a hint of blame and majesty.

However, the little boy did not seem to back down. Instead, he looked at him quietly with his lonely eyes.

"Uncle, is that true? But my ball fell in?" The little boy's voice was childish and a little helpless.

Lanling Chi couldn't help but be a little stunned.

He pointed at himself and asked in confusion: "You call me uncle? I'm only 24 years old!"

Lan Lingchi's first instinct was that this child was really unpleasant, and his tone unconsciously carried a hint of displeasure: "Whose child is this, and why is he in Lan Ling's house?"

However, Monet on the side stopped him in time and reminded him in a low voice: "Master, forget it! Forget it! It suddenly occurred to me that this child might be the adopted son of Prince Waksha in the human world."

Monet's answer made Lan Lingchi even more curious. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Adopted son? What does that demon prince want to do by adopting a human child?"

Suddenly, a sinister voice called out from behind: "Master Chi, I finally found you."

The two looked back and saw a handsome man in a suit with long hair - Hilde.

Hilde bowed respectfully to Lanlingchi and said, "My master sincerely invites you."

"I'm busy." Lan Lingchi refused directly.

After saying that, he turned and left.

However, Hilde seemed to have anticipated his answer, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Master Chi is busy, are you still thinking about the woman you went shopping with on the street yesterday?"

Lan Lingchi paused, realizing that he was talking about Yang Xining.

He said coldly: "Are you threatening me?"

He suddenly said goodbye to Xining yesterday because Monet found out that Waksha and his servants were in that city.

Not wanting to implicate Xining, he left in a hurry.

Hilde remained calm and said, "I am just helping my master convey his sincerity."

Lan Lingchi pursed his thin lips, his eyes were dim, as if he was thinking about some important decision.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Okay, let's see how sincere your master is."