Heaven-Shaking Demon Emperor

Qingyun City. In the reception hall of the Ling family’s estate.

“Would you like a candied hawthorn?” Ling Yun asked the old man before him, offering him the treat in his hand.

“I don’t eat those,” the old man replied with a shake of his head. Then he took Ling Yun’s hand and carefully examined his body.

“Hehe, if you don’t want one, I’ll eat it myself.” Ling Yun chuckled.

Ling Yun looked incredibly foolish. The dust covering him and the candied hawthorn in his hand seemed completely out of place for someone his age.

In fact, Ling Yun really was a fool. Though he was almost eighteen, his intelligence was that of a two- or three-year-old, and he was well known throughout Qingyun City as a simpleton.