Song Ye finally fell straight to the ground, his eyes fixed on Song Baozhu, refusing to close his eyes!
After Song Baozhu stared at the man in black robe for a while, he sneered and said, "The little thing is missing? So what?"
"Why are you crying here? Either go find your good apprentice Meng Yang and continue playing your master-disciple game."
"Or go find that weird immortal girl, who is Meng Yang's junior sister? You three seem to be in the same group, right?" Song Baozhu slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face, "Between you and me. The deal was agreed on that day, you help me become 'Song Baotian', and I will help you raise those monsters, look at what the hell is in my body now!"
Song Baozhu narrowed her eyes and said that countless roots crawled out of her mouth, ears, and nose!
The appearance is very impressive.
But soon, those things went back again. Song Baozhu looked at the man in black robe coldly, "I used my body as a breeding ground for monsters to create that little monster Genbao. You take the little monster away, and you and I will Qing, don’t make it seem like I’m on the same team as you.”
"I thought I was the only one who could raise these roots, but on the field that day, the so-called Junior Sister Meng Yang was from your side, right? She was able to control the roots freely?" Song Baozhu was like a The venomous snake just lingered and looked at him, "In that case, wouldn't it be nice if you asked her to help you raise another one?"
Unexpectedly, the man in black robe suddenly smashed the table.
"Shut up!"
"You and I can mention that sir at will!" The man in black robe suddenly became very nervous, his voice full of dissatisfaction, "Don't think that the Song family was destroyed according to your wishes. In the eyes of outsiders, you are the most Innocent, most pitiable, those loyal Song family subordinates are used by you, you just have stiff wings!"
grown ups?
Song Baozhu frowned slightly.
Didn’t you say that was Meng Yang’s junior sister? This person actually called her "sir" in private? Interesting.
The man in black robe said with a cold voice, "I can expose you at any time!"
"Expose me?" Song Baozhu raised his voice a little higher, and even couldn't help laughing, "Go ahead and tell me! Everyone in the Song family is dead! If you tell me now, who will believe you?"
"Also, I don't know who the adults you talk about are from."
"You used me as a hotbed for experimenting with roots. Apart from that, you didn't tell me anything. Now it seems like we are very familiar with each other, right?" Song Baozhu sneered, and his usual clean and bright smile was at this moment. It turned into a sneer, as if she had completely changed. No, maybe this is the real her now.
"If you want me to send someone to help you find that little monster together, I'm afraid that can't be done now. You have also seen what our Song family is like."
"The door is over there, don't let me go." When the monster was cut out of her belly, she didn't know how long she had been in pain. It sucked her blood and ate her flesh every day. She was in pain when the door was closed. Breaks of cold sweat.
Even going through the process of refining medicine was just to get more pain and injury medicine for myself openly.
She doesn't want to be a disciple of Yukun, and it's not because she wants to take up fighting. It's just because Yukun has a sensitive nose and an even scarier sense of medicine. If she doesn't keep all the medicine she takes for herself every day, she will be in trouble. was discovered by him.
Next to her is a memorial tablet for a family of three.
The memorial tablets for the two oldest and fourth sons of the Song family are still fresh. Oh, Song Baozhu looked at Song Ye lying on the ground, there are four now.
The man in black robe stared at her quietly, "Song Baozhu, what do you mean today is that if the Genbao disappears, you are not willing to conceive another Genbao?"
His voice had a sense of the calm before the storm.
"Of course." Song Baozhu chuckled.
The man in black robe sneered and stood up, "Wait a minute, Song Baozhu, within three months, you will definitely kneel down and beg me to continue helping you!"
He was so sure that Song Baozhu frowned.
But Song Baozhu didn't try to keep him either.
"March is March." Song Baozhu rubbed his eyebrows and supported his chin with one hand, "Let's talk about it in three months."
She sat on the stool for a while.
Then he slowly held his waist and sat upright.
She swept aside the tablets of Song's father and Song's mother, and held only the tablet with the three words "Song Baozhu" engraved in her hand.
Fingers ran over the tablet.
The word 'Pearl' was erased. She took out the carving knife and carved the word 'Tian' hard one stroke at a time.
Song Baozhu stared at these three words blankly.
I remembered what she said to the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall not long ago.
"Perhaps, what you said is right." Song Baozhu's voice was very soft, "I have never seen it clearly."
"You tell me that my father and mother are not good parents. The right way is to leave the Song family as soon as possible."
"Staying here is not the right path for me."
There are birds fluttering and flapping their wings outside the window as they fly by.
She remembered that day.
It was the day when she and Song Baotian celebrated their birthday, and there were countless guests at the house.
No, it should be said that it is Song Baotian's birthday.
She was never worthy of sitting at the table, and couldn't even come out of the room. Her father said she was unlucky, and her mother didn't want to look at her. Her brother was favored compared to his sweet sister, so he turned around and vented his anger on her. On the body.
In a place where no one could see her, he kicked her hard in the heart, scolding her at the same time: "Who told you to have the same face? I'll get angry just looking at you!"
But she was somewhat used to it.
She was even a little happy, at least when she was alone in the room, everyone was outside and no one would scold her, let alone hit her.
But when she looked out through the small window at Song Baotian, who was surrounded by stars and holding the moon, she was still in a trance for a long time.
Song Baotian was wearing a festive red dress and stood gracefully in the middle of the crowd. Whether it was the Lord of Tianlong Territory or the people of the Imperial Territory, they all gave the Song family face on this day.
That red dress of hers.
It's so beautiful, the patterns on it are all made of gold and silver threads, and the pleats on the skirt are hanging up, like bright flowers in full bloom.
Many gifts piled up around her like a mountain, trying to bury her whole body in them.
Song Baozhu looked down at her sleeves. She had not had new clothes for many years, and her sleeves were too short. They could not even cover the bruises on her arms that were twisted out by Song's mother.
It was obviously the same face, but at that moment she didn't even dare to look at it, and closed the window in shame.
Fireworks were set off outside.
She heard everyone shouting: "Song Baotian, happy birthday!"
So she couldn't help it, and opened a crack in the window, and the sky was filled with brilliant fireworks.
She took a second look and consciously stole some of Song Baotian's fireworks.
Amidst the banging explosions, he whispered to himself: "Song Baozhu, happy birthday."
