Chapter 120

"Behave yourself later. Be careful I don't slap you again!" The more Wang Lan spoke, the more severe her expression became.

Ning Ji felt incredibly bitter inside.

He couldn't help but think of the past.

In his childhood, Ning Zhuo would play and forget the time for dinner, returning late to find only leftovers on the table.

"Who told you to come back so late? Hehehe, you're going to be unlucky." Ning Ji, full and satisfied, sat in his seat and mocked him.

Ning Zhuo stuck out his tongue, sat up, and was about to pick up his chopsticks to pick up food.

Slap.

Wang Lan slapped him with her chopsticks, knocking Ning Zhuo's chopsticks to the ground.

"No manners!" Wang Lan's expression was cold, "There is dirt between your fingers, have you forgotten the rules I once taught you? Go wash your hands clean!"

"Yes." Ning Zhuo's face was pale, he nodded hurriedly, left the round stool, covered the back of his hand, and ran out of the room to wash his hands.

Just like that, with the delay, the bell rang.

"Time's up, clean up the dining room. Oh, Zhuo doesn't get to eat!" Ning Ji gloated, clapping his hands in approval.

"Master?" Wang Lan showed hesitation, looking at Ning Ze.

Ning Ze's expression was indifferent, he slowly stood up and left his seat: "Rules are rules, there must be no slack."

"Yes, Master." Wang Lan lowered her head in agreement.

Ning Zhuo stepped into the dining room.

The child who once covered his red-swollen hand and rushed to wash his hands seemed to have grown into a sixteen-year-old youth in the blink of an eye.

He was dressed in white, his gaze peaceful, and he walked in slowly.

Both Ning Ji and Wang Lan had a feeling of time passing like a white horse crossing a crevice.

Wang Lan restrained her emotions, immediately stood up, squeezed a full face of smiles at Ning Zhuo, and beckoned: "Zhuo is here, quick, we were just waiting for you to start the meal."

Ning Zhuo bowed: "Aunt."

He looked at Ning Ji again, smiling slightly: "Cousin."

Ning Ji nodded, his expression very complex.

Wang Lan said: "Hey, you child, still so polite. Don't bow, our family doesn't have so many rules, sit, sit down."

Wang Lan led Ning Zhuo to sit beside her.

However, she did not sit in the main seat.

The main seat of the round table was empty; that was Ning Ze's seat.

Seeing this, Ning Zhuo understood Wang Lan's intention for the warm hospitality.

Sure enough, not long after eating, Wang Lan mentioned Ning Ze: "Zhuo, it was your uncle who did wrong in this matter, privately withholding things that should have belonged to you."

"You are a kind and good child, otherwise you wouldn't have taken the initiative to forgive your uncle."

"Your father's brother is your uncle, we are truly one family!"

When saying these words, Wang Lan felt extremely aggrieved, hiding anger and hatred.

She knew very well that this was baseless! But since Ning Xiaoren had already made the arrangements, Ning Ze could only bite the bullet and cooperate, and Wang Lan's only choice was to follow her husband's lead.

Ning Zhuo said: "Aunt, you are right, the people closest to me in this world are still you."

"To tell you the truth, I was very angry when I first heard this news."

"But as time went by, I figured it out. After all, he is my own uncle, and you are my closest relatives."

"As long as you return the embezzled money and resources, that will be enough."

"When have we ever embezzled! That Ning Xiaoren is a complete villain, you believe everything he says?!" Wang Lan roared in her heart, the anger and hatred making her smile look distorted and ferocious.

She forcibly endured her anger: "Yes, we will return it. But it has to be done bit by bit; after all, the amount is very large, we can't take it all out at once."

"I can understand, that's perfectly fine." Ning Zhuo nodded.

While speaking, he observed Ning Ji and Wang Lan.

The embryonic form of the divine ability had already been secretly activated.

Unlike before, his Human Life Hanging Thread divine ability lotus seed had already grown a section of lotus root.

The embryonic form of the divine ability made him realize that he could already restrain fluctuations and quietly activate the divine ability.

As long as the target was not very powerful, he could restrain his aura to the extreme, doing it without anyone noticing.

The reason Ning Zhuo chose to stay temporarily at his uncle's house, besides being heavily monitored in Ning Xiaoren's mansion, was also to test the divine ability.

The Human Life Hanging Thread divine ability becomes stronger in control the more one understands.

In this world, Ning Ze's family was the one Ning Zhuo understood best. After all, more than ten years of living together day and night was no joke.

In Ning Zhuo's field of vision, a Human Life Hanging Thread gradually formed above Ning Ji's head.

Unlike the Human Life Hanging Thread when extracting souls in the Lava Immortal Palace, the one Ning Zhuo controlled was very thin and appeared translucent.

Not long after, a Human Life Hanging Thread also appeared above Wang Lan's head.

The mother and son were completely unaware.

Ning Zhuo tried to control it.

Ning Ji suddenly grabbed his neck, making a clicking sound.

"What's wrong?" Wang Lan was about to persuade Ning Zhuo when she was interrupted by Ning Ji's sudden situation.

Ning Ji's face flushed red: "Ate fish, a fish bone is stuck in my throat."

Wang Lan snorted coldly and ignored him.

She continued: "Zhuo, look, your uncle has been in the private prison for so many days. You know the environment of the private prison; it's really not a place for people to stay."

"I once begged to see the Young Clan Leader, but he refused to see us."

"Zhuo, I just want you to... cough, cough, cough."

Wang Lan suddenly started coughing.

Ning Zhuo hurriedly handed over a cup: "Aunt, take your time, don't be excited."

Wang Lan thanked him, took the cup, and took a sip of water.

"Cough, cough, cough!" This time, she coughed even more severely.

Because she choked on the water.

"Let you see a joke, Zhuo." It took Wang Lan a long time to recover, and the emotions she had brewed before were all gone.

Ning Zhuo, of course, would not tell her that these performances of hers were the result of him testing the divine ability.

Wang Lan weighed it for a while, and had just opened her mouth to say a few words.

Ning Ji grabbed his neck again, his mouth wide open, making strange noises.

"What's wrong with you again?" Wang Lan frowned.

Ning Ji said aggrievedly: "I, I was stabbed by a fish bone again."

"So big, and you can't even eat a fish! You're really something!!" Wang Lan glared fiercely at Ning Ji.

Ning Ji hurriedly lowered his head, putting on an obedient look of being scolded.

Wang Lan criticized him a few times, and Ning Ji's face became redder and redder, sitting uneasily.

"What's wrong with you again?" Wang Lan demanded.

"Mother, I want to go to the toilet," Ning Ji said.

The intense urge to urinate made him wish he could solve it right now.

"Go, go quickly." Wang Lan couldn't bear to look at Ning Ji anymore.

Ning Ji immediately stood up and walked out of the dining room quickly. His posture was very awkward, and when he crossed the door, he accidentally farted.

Ning Zhuo controlled the Human Life Hanging Thread, making Ning Ji's left foot trip over his right foot, and just a few steps after crossing the threshold, the latter fell headfirst to the ground.

Wang Lan stared, and just as she was about to scold him, she choked on her own saliva and coughed for a long time.

Ning Zhuo smiled slightly and reached out to stop Wang Lan from continuing: "Aunt, I guessed what you wanted to say."

"Don't worry, I will plead with the Young Clan Leader."

"I will strive to get my uncle released as soon as possible."

Hearing these words, Wang Lan was so excited she slapped her thigh: "Oh my, Zhuo, you are truly a good child, you are so good!"

"Aunt thanks you, thank you so much."

Ning Zhuo said: "Let's eat first."

Wang Lan took the initiative to use serving chopsticks to pick up food for Ning Zhuo.

But halfway through, the food fell onto the table.

Wang Lan was very embarrassed.

"Aunt, you don't need to do these things, I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself." Ning Zhuo used his own chopsticks, picked out a fish eye, and put it into his mouth.

It was just a shallow taste, but Ning Zhuo was already deeply obsessed with this feeling.

Human Life Hanging Thread!

As long as it is used, as long as it is connected by the Human Life Hanging Thread, the cultivator's behavior will be controlled to some extent.

Take what Ning Zhuo just tested: both Wang Lan and Ning Ji had small movements and made multiple mistakes.

"This feeling, this feeling... is truly wonderful beyond words."

It was as if everything could be easily influenced by himself, as if everything could be under his control!

Ning Zhuo was deeply intoxicated by this.

"How does it taste?" Wang Lan asked with concern, "I made this fish myself."

While chewing on the tasteless fish eyeball, Ning Zhuo nodded, a cold light flickering in his pupils, and sighed sincerely: "This taste... is truly excellent."