The two old men turned a blind eye to the butcher and Yu Yidao's hostile gaze.

The silver-haired old man glanced at the two of them and said with a smile.

"Two, I want to talk to Lin Yu alone."

A faint voice, although it was a polite inquiry.

But there is no strong force in the words that allows rejection.

The words fell.

The butcher and Yu Yidao actually had an inexplicable impulse in their hearts, wanting to directly agree to the silver-haired old man's request.

It seems that it is natural to follow the old man’s request.

This is a completely subconscious reaction.

I don’t want to refuse, can’t refuse, and dare not refuse.

The silver-haired old man opposite was too powerful.

Even if they had followed Lin Yu for a long time, it was a little unbearable.

After all, they have become accustomed to Lin Yu's momentum.

The old man's aura was exuding a stunning aura.

That sharp look was as solid as it could penetrate through the eyes and hit the depths of the heart.

In a trance, the two of them were breathing poorly, and their chests seemed to be pressing on a thousand kilograms of rock, and their whole body seemed to be about to soften.

Irresistible despair spread in the hearts of the butcher and Yu Yidao.

The old man in front of him seemed to have transformed into an unshakable giant.

Only Lin Yu sat calmly on the sofa, his eyes always calm.

"Since there is no malice, why should you suppress others with your might?"

Lin Yu said slowly, although his voice was weak, he felt a sense of pride that he would compete with him and not lose his favor.

The old silver-haired man glanced at the butcher and Yu Yidao, and said carelessly: "If you step into Yanhuang, you must restrain your temperament. Otherwise, it will be the way to die. Don't think that Yanhuang is so dignified that there is no one to do anything to you."

After saying that, without waiting for the two of them to react, he walked into the living room on his own.

At this moment, the butcher and Yu Yidao were shocked by a layer of white-haired sweat on the back.

In the moment just now, they were completely suppressed by the other party's momentum.

I remember that no one else can do it except the boss.

The two of them are also a powerful giant owl. They usually regard themselves very well and have never been convinced by others except Lin Yu.

But today, the old man only relied on his momentum to convince them in fear.

At this time, Lin Yu whispered: "You two go out, I'll talk to the guests alone."

Hearing the sound, the two of them sweared and walked out the door.

Then, close the door with your backhand.

In the room, only Lin Yu and the silver-haired old man were left looking at each other.

One was sitting on the sofa, showing no sign of getting up.

The other one was standing in the living room and had no intention of sitting down.

The silver-haired old man was carefully observing Lin Yu.

Lin Yu was also seriously looking at the old man with silver hair.

In the eyes of the old silver-haired man, the young man on the sofa does not look tall and mighty, but calm as a mountain.

At first glance, it looks like a statue of god, indifferent and arrogant, surpassing the heights of the people in the world.

Before a person stands up, he feels like sitting on the top of a cloud.

It seemed that no matter who it was, he would be forced to be suppressed in front of him.

You will be on the top of the mountain and overlook the small mountains.

Temperament, impeccable.

It’s a pity that the middle qi is weak and the qi and blood are extremely declining, which is not enough to support this aura that dominates the world and looks arrogant in all directions.

Moreover, the eyebrows are gray and decayed, and their vitality is scattered, giving people a feeling that they will be in the near future.

But even though the vitality was almost gone, there was no slight decadence on the young man's face.

He sat there, even without the power of a chicken, and no one dared to underestimate him.

The old man nodded slightly, his face full of surprise and praise, as if he had seen a peerless treasure.

A trace of memories flashed in the sharp eyes like a blade.

"No, really good. With Zi Ruo, Kobayashi and Xue Yatou's Spirit in Heaven can rest in peace."

The voice is slow, the tone is a bit sad, and more of a kind of relief from the bottom of my heart.

Lin Yu didn't speak, sat firmly on the sofa, raised his right hand and said, "Sit."

What I said just now seemed to have no effect on him.

This reaction made the old man with silver hair lit up and his face became even happier.

"Those who want to achieve great things can break the seven emotions and six desires, so that they can transcend the outside world and control the overall situation."

He slowly exclaimed, as if he had encountered a treasure he had always dreamed of, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Your father's aura was not inferior to you back then, but his temperament was a little worse than that of your domineering aura that was so arrogant that you could travel thousands of miles and swallowed like a tiger."

The silver-haired old man said to himself regardless of whether Lin Yu could listen or not.

While talking, he slowly sat opposite Lin Yu.

"When I first met you, you were still a bare-skinned carrot head. In the blink of an eye, it became a powerful force for the dragon to ascend to heaven. It is worthy of being the direct descendant of the Huangfu family. It is exactly the same as your Taigong, and is so arrogant and dares to compete with the God of Heaven."

After hearing this, Lin Yu paused, "My surname is Lin."

A cold voice came out, with an unshakable stubbornness in his tone.

Hearing the sound, the old man with silver hair smiled slightly: "No matter how you deny it, you cannot change the blood flowing in your body. Your parents' greatest wish back then was to recognize their ancestors and bring back everything they had lost."

Speaking of this, his smile calmed down and a touch of sadness appeared on his face.

"It's a pity that I was too impatient back then and arranged a shortcut for your parents, and even suffered disasters. As their son, shouldn't you inherit your last wish?"

A deep sigh, with endless regret and guilt.

Lin Yu was unmoved and said slowly: "Grandpa told me that they were too stupid and did not cherish everything they had in front of him, but they longed for the illusory glory and would rather go to the flames for it."

Upon hearing this, the face of the silver-haired old man appeared.

"That confused little guy, who has been timid all his life, is willing to be mediocre, and is not worthy of being the son of Brother Huangfu..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yu snorted coldly.

"You dare to insult my grandpa again, I promise to cut off your tongue and head and feed it to the dog."

The voice was cold, and there was a sense of determination that he would never give up.

But the old man with silver hair was not angry, but his expression became more and more appreciative.

"Good boy, crazy, arrogant, domineering, and he is like your grandmother carved out of the same mold."

Then, he said without changing his expression: "Even if your grandfather is alive, he will still call me Uncle Huo when he sees me."

"Tell me directly what you are doing. My relatives have long died, so there is no need to talk to them."

Lin Yu said coldly, as if nothing in this world can shake his heart.

Seeing this, the old man with silver hair was slightly stunned and sighed softly.

"If you are willing to listen, I might as well tell you a story that happened more than seventy years ago..."

Halfway through, Lin Yu interrupted coldly: "I don't like listening to stories, and I don't like listening to historical stories. There is no need to go around the corner, tell me what you are trying to do."

This sentence interrupted the prepared rhetoric of the old man in silver hair.

He frowned and pondered, "Child, don't you want to know the past of your grandfather, your grandfather, and your father?"

Lin Yu shook his head slowly, his eyes still indifferent.

However, the silver-haired old man saw a hidden struggle from his indifferent eyes.

So he continued to ask, "Don't you want to know how your grandfather died? Don't you want to know how your grandfather was turned away by the family? Don't you want to know why your father ignored life and death?"

"If you don't want to know about these things, what about your mother? You don't want to know about the injustice your mother encountered at a young age, her full of resentment, and her grievances?"

"Don't think of your father's will and don't repay your mother's old hatred, are you worthy of being a son?"

Every word is like a knife, and a bloody wound was cut in Lin Yu's heart.

No matter how numb he is, he cannot ignore his parents.
To be continued...