Shu Yiyue and Shu Yiyue sat across from each other at the table in the room. Shu Yiyue scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge and brought it to her mouth. She glanced at Song Zhengjing opposite from time to time. It was indeed Song Zhengjing.
"What? Is it not to your liking?" How keen is the lonely old demon? Shu Yiyue's movements could not escape his eyes.
"No, it's delicious." Shu Yiyue shook her head gently: "I'm just curious why the roof that was damaged last night is intact today."
"Hahaha, that's what I was thinking about. I fixed it last night after you went to sleep. I can't wait until it rains to fix it." The lonely old demon showed that extremely stiff smile again.
Shu Yiyue nodded, it turned out that what happened last night was true.
"By the way Yiyue, why didn't I see the servants and maids in the house today?" In Song Zhengjing's memory, there should be many people in the house to take care of Shu Yiyue's life, but today there is no one.
"They're still resting."
Speaking of this, Shu Yiyue's voice became obviously quieter. The lonely old demon recalled what happened last night. The veins on his right hand on the table swelled and he said angrily: "Really? It seems that they are also in the same group as those people last night." , then there is no need to live!”
Shu Yiyue hurriedly held down the old demon's hand: "Don't go, I'll just drive them away. If you kill them all, with so many people, our Song Mansion will turn into a mountain of corpses." There’s a sea of blood, where can people live?”
Shu Yiyue pushed the door open and when she pressed Lone Soul Old Demon's hand, she confirmed again that it was warm and felt the same as last night.
After a long while, Shu Yiyue returned to the house.
The lonely old demon stared at Shu Yiyue, recalling the people who attacked Shu Yiyue last night and could tell that the news of Song Zhengjing's death had reached here.
He couldn't keep lying, so he seemed to have to explain himself, so he said, "You also know, actually."
Shu Yiyue covered the mouth of the lonely old demon, shook her head, and stopped him from talking: "I don't know why you came back from the dead, but I don't care now. My parents, Ming Xing, and Weiwei were all killed by thieves I got killed, it’s good that you’re back now.”
The lonely old demon glanced at the spiritual platform beside him. The four spiritual tablets on it were spotless. He also knew who Ming Xing and Weiwei were from Song Zhengjing's memory. His expression was gloomy: "Who is the thief?"
"It's okay, that kid Xie Wule has already avenged them."
The lonely old demon stopped talking and felt sad for Song Zhengjing in his heart. Second brother, second brother, your family is in pieces!
But since I am here, I will protect your wife.
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"Hey, I didn't expect that dead widow to dare to drive us away." Several people in a dilapidated wooden house were sitting face to face, one of them said angrily.
A woman brought several bowls of porridge and handed them to them: "Can you calm down for a while? Weren't you afraid to say a word then? Are you showing off your power now?"
The man who asked several questions in a row was speechless. He put the porridge to his mouth and took a sip.
Another man frowned: "Is this porridge too bland? Is it really edible?"
The woman replied angrily: "Whether you like it or not, it's just this little thing. You've been staying in Song Mansion for a long time!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked forward to the past and recalled their life in Song Mansion.
"How about we go get the Song Mansion back?" one person suggested.
Everyone was silent.
Immediately, another person looked at the drafty room with four walls and agreed: "We really have to snatch it back."
"A few nights ago, didn't Ergou tell a few people that he was going to kill that stinking widow?" one person asked.
The woman shook her head: "I went, but I didn't expect that the widow had taken care of her bodyguards at some point. She was very skilled in martial arts and killed them all. That night I heard the noise not far away and went to take a look and found it. ."
"What should we do? We are definitely no match for that bodyguard." One person started making a fuss.
"It's okay. With so many of us, are we afraid that we can't defeat him? I'll contact the others right now." The man who made the fuss at first drank all the porridge and went out.
After a while, the man will come.
Everyone came forward to ask about the situation.
The man looked at the woman who belittled him with a proud look on his face: "They also have this idea and agreed to gather for action early tomorrow morning."
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In the forest, the man hugged the woman: "What do you think of that iron pillar? Today I propose to take back the Song Mansion. When it happens tomorrow, I will be the boss. You might as well follow me to get rich and I will take care of you and live a good life in the future." "
The woman's clothes fell off, revealing her fragrant shoulders and slender breasts. She looked at Fugui with charming eyes and said softly, "Then you are not allowed to regret it."
"Don't worry, I, Fugui, always keep my word." Fugui kissed her with a big mouth. The woman wanted to welcome him but refused, and the two of them were entangled.
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In the Song Mansion, Su Yiyue chatted with the lonely old demon, ranging from the court affairs that she didn't know much about to the trivial things that she heard in the neighborhood in the past two years. In the past two years, she couldn't even find anyone to chat with. arrive.
Suddenly, the lonely old demon protected Shu Yiyue behind him and looked into the lush vegetation: "Come out, don't be sneaky."
Several people no longer hid.
The leader glanced at Song Zhengjing and laughed: "I heard that there were some bodyguards, so I came here to observe. It turns out that the widow was lonely and hired a man to play her husband! Why bother? You just go to it Tell me, won’t these brothers help you solve the problem? I will definitely let you..."
Shu Yiyue stood behind the lonely old demon, with her head lowered and one hand holding the hem of her clothes.
The lonely old demon looked at Shu Yiyue, covered her ears and comforted her: "Don't listen to his nonsense, I am Song Zhengjing, who can play me?"
Immediately, he glared at the man, and a black mist shot out of the air. The man fell to the ground without knowing what he said.
The remaining few people had their faces spattered with blood. When they saw their leader was killed, they turned around and ran out of the house.
Seeing the frightened expressions of these people, everyone outside the mansion wanted to ask something, but unexpectedly, they babbled and lost their breath after a few words.
Everyone was in panic and thoughts of escaping were growing.
Fugui gritted his teeth and walked forward: "Don't be afraid, there are many of us, and that person is no match for us. Don't you just want to live a good life? Come in with me!"
Under the guidance of Fugui, everyone was ready to rush into the mansion.
Fugui turned around and ran into someone's arms. He cursed and took a few steps back. He looked up at the person and immediately sat down on the ground.
The lonely old demon looked at everyone angrily: "Where are you going?"
The lonely old demon moved forward step by step, while the rich man on the ground kept retreating. Unexpectedly, he retreated to the steps and fell to the sky. He immediately stood up and looked back, and saw that most of the people had already run away.
Shu Yiyue held the old demon's arm. The old demon finally stopped, looked back at everyone, and returned to the house with Shu Yiyue.
Everyone looked at the closed door, then realized and ran away.
"Yiyue, you are too soft-hearted. You have seen the true colors of these people. They have been spying on your property for a long time." The lonely old demon was a little dissatisfied.
Shu Yiyue shook her head: "It's not me, it's us."
The lonely old demon nodded.
That night, after Shu Yiyue fell asleep, the lonely old demon jumped to the roof and visited each door one by one in search of the scent.
Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The lonely old demon looked at his hands and sighed. In order to keep his hands as warm as ordinary people, the lonely old demon had to turn the direct death energy into anger.
And anger is harmful to one's body. Although this level is not a big deal, over the years, the old demon's death energy has been consumed, and at the same time, the anger transformed by himself is constantly being consumed. Now it is very weak.
Although he randomly took the lives of a few people passing by the Song Mansion on the way to replenish his dead energy, it was ultimately a drop in the bucket.
If I hadn't been soft-hearted and told my sister-in-law the truth, I wouldn't have had to suffer like this.
Killing intent!
The lonely old demon was shocked and immediately looked for him with murderous intent. He saw someone standing next to Shu Yiyue.
And the murderous intention emanated from this man. The lonely old demon pulled out his long sword and shouted loudly, and the man also heard the sound and looked up.
The lonely old demon was stunned, and found this person from Song Zhengjing's memory, Xie Wule, Song Zhengjing's nephew.
Fan Shihao broke away from the memory of the lonely old demon, looked at Xie Wule who was unconscious beside him, sighed meaningfully, and crushed the crystal clear thing into pieces.
Sometimes it does no good to know too much.
Then he looked at Shu Yiyue on the other side and sighed: "Every man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade."
Shu Yiyue happened to be kind by nature, which happened to help increase the arrogance of those evil-minded people.
As Fan Shihao sighed, he flicked his sleeves and a ball of light and shadow appeared, slowly turning into Song Zhengjing's appearance. Everyone in the Song Dynasty died in the Kangmo conflict. As the saying goes, those who work for a salary should not be allowed to freeze to death in the snow!
After everything was done, Fan Shihao waved his hand, Xie Wule was lifted up, and the two of them disappeared together.
After a long time, Shu Yiyue woke up and hurriedly sat up. She saw that she was already in her room, with Song Zhengjing standing by. Shu Yiyue asked worriedly: "Where is nephew Xie?"
"The misunderstanding between my nephew and I was resolved. He was sorry for not being able to visit you for many years, and he almost hurt you. He felt so ashamed that he didn't dare to see you and left. At the same time, he called me Say hello to you." Song Zhengjing replied.
Shu Yiyue stared at Song Zhengjing. Song Zhengjing suddenly understood, stood up and came to Shu Yiyue: "Don't worry, Yiyue, everything I said is true. Do you think I look like I have been in a fight?"
Shu Yiyue looked carefully and saw that there was indeed no trace of a fight. She smiled slightly: "Nephew Xie is now the Princess of Chiyang, and has been appointed as the leader of the martial arts alliance that you have longed for. He is very busy. I hope he will not tire himself out. yes."
Fan Shihao took Xie Wule back to a room in Xie's mansion.
Xiao Zizai was already waiting in the room. After checking that Xie Wule was okay, he asked, "Are you serious about what you said?"
Fan Shihao sat down and a tea set appeared. He said calmly, "Don't worry, it won't be too late to wait until Xie Wule wakes up."
Throwing out a cup of tea, Xiao Zizai took it, glanced at Fan Shihao, and sat down: "Do you want Xie Wule to go to the upper world?"
"It's his business whether to go or not. I won't force him. I just want to tell him that Liu Yucheng is still alive." Fan Shihao said calmly.
