Lu Li glanced sideways at Song Yizhi, "Song Yizhi, didn't you say you won't do bad things?"
Why do you turn around and think about fighting and killing again?
Is she thinking about blowing up Huayu City with a thunder bomb again? !
"Just in case!" Song Yizhi said confidently.
Lu Li had an "I don't believe it" look on his face.
Looking at Lu Li, who had learned to be smart, Song Yizhi was troubled for a second.
Senior Brother Lu is too smart to be deceived!
…
That afternoon, the group arrived outside Huayu City.
After everyone got down, Song Yizhi put away Yunzhou and looked at Wei Ling.
"Let's go." As a native of Huayu City, Wei Ling took the initiative to lead the way forward.
While walking, Wei Ling pulled Song Yizhi to his side and whispered, "Song Yizhi, I don't know why I'm so flustered. I always feel like something is going to happen."
The panic was inexplicable, but it made her more and more uneasy.
"Let's go to your house first." Song Yizhi patted Wei Ling's arm and comforted him, and then said, "I happen to be staying at your house, save some spiritual stones for me!"
Being interrupted by Song Yizhi, Wei Ling's nervousness relaxed a little.
Entering the city, Song Yizhi found that there were very few pedestrians on the streets. The scene was like Peony City during wartime.
Wei Ling naturally noticed it, and her expression became serious.
After seeing this scene in the city, Wei Ling's uneasiness reached its peak.
She pulled Song Yizhi and started running as they walked.
When he arrived at the door of Wei's house, Wei Ling paused, and then all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away.
The door of the majestic mansion was split open with a sword, and the remaining half was hanging on the door frame, hesitating to speak. On the ground was the body of the guard with his head missing, and blood spattered on the wall.
Wei Ling suddenly remembered that when he went to the Changqiu Sect, the smiling guards congratulated him on being selected by the Changqiu Sect.
In just a short time, living people died.
Song Yizhi reached out to support Wei Ling, and then handed the weak Wei Ling to Shen Zheng.
She and Ye Hanxing walked up almost simultaneously, raising their hands to wipe a little blood.
Judging from the blood stains, these guards did not die for more than a cup of tea.
"Look at the blood stains, he died not long ago." Ye Hanxing said.
Song Yizhi said nothing and just wiped the blood on his hands.
"My home..." Wei Ling opened her mouth with difficulty. Not knowing where she got the strength, she stood up again and pushed Shen Zheng's hand away and ran inside.
Father! Mother!
They will be fine, they will be fine!
"Wei Ling!" Shen Zheng exclaimed and followed after him.
"Brother!" Song Yizhi looked at Song Yiheng anxiously.
Song Yiheng nodded. He shook off the pressure of the Transformation God stage and moved inside.
Wei Ling stumbled and ran inside. Several times she tripped over the hem of her skirt and almost fell.
Along the way, she looked at the corpses of those who died tragically, feeling angry and frightened in her heart.
Shen Zheng and others were chasing Wei Ling. It wasn't that they couldn't catch up, but in this case, they didn't want to or could stop her.
"Hahaha! Your Wei family is at the end of its rope now, let me see what else you can do!" Rampant laughter echoed in the main hall.
"Despicable!" The head of the Wei family roared angrily.
"Hurry up and hand over your sixth-grade magic weapon, and I can leave you a whole body!" The Zhao family ancestor's sinister voice sounded.
"Don't even think about it!" Mrs. Wei held a long sword in her hand and looked serious.
The ancestor of the Zhao family looked at the group of people who were overestimating their own capabilities, sneered and then hit Mrs. Wei with his palm.
Mrs. Wei was knocked out of the main hall by the ancestor of the Zhao family and fell heavily to the ground. The head of the Wei family flew out without thinking.
Wei Ling ran over and saw his mother fly out like a butterfly with broken wings and fall to the ground, vomiting a large mouthful of blood.
"Mother!!" Wei Ling almost crawled to Mrs. Wei's side. She trembled with her hands and wanted to touch Mrs. Wei but did not dare to.
Mrs. Wei looked at her daughter who suddenly appeared, her eyes softened at first glance, "Al-Ling, my Al-Ling..."
Looking at Mrs. Wei who was angry and covered in blood, Wei Ling's eyes were red. She wanted to cry but didn't dare. She looked so helpless and pitiful.
The ancestor of the Zhao family beat out the elders of the Wei family one by one, and then swaggered out with the head of the Zhao family.
The rest of the Wei family who were beaten out were caught by Song Yiheng through the air with his spiritual power.
The next second, Song Yiheng directly drew his sword and killed him.
Song Yizhi took out his magic weapon and built a barrier to prevent this group of disabled people from being affected again.
Ye Hanxing walked up and took a quick look, then said in a warm voice, "It's not a big problem."
Wei Ling knelt on the ground with a "pop" sound, raised his hands and bent down to salute Ye Hanxing, "I beg Young Master Ye to help save my mother! I, Wei Ling, am willing to serve Young Master Ye as my master!"
Ye Hanxing pulled Song Yizhi to block him in front of him.
He couldn't bear this gift.
Song Yizhi was forced to accept Wei Ling's gift. She turned back and glanced sideways at Ye Hanxing.
Does it fit!
Are you polite? !
Ye Hanxing smiled gently and politely, "No need to be polite, and I don't need you to treat me as your master."
For the sake of Song Yizhi and her willingness to ask for medicine for her mother without hesitation, it was not impossible for me to take action.
Song Yizhi walked up and pulled Wei Ling up and comforted him, "I believe Mr. Ye."
Wei Ling held Song Yizhi's hand tightly, his body trembling with fear.
Ye Hanxing walked up to check it out and took out a Wenling Pill for Mrs. Wei to take.
The head of the Wei family finally felt relieved when he saw his wife's condition gradually getting better.
At this time, he had time to notice Song Yiheng, who had a 50-50 fight with the ancestor of the Zhao family, and Mr. Ye, whom his daughter called Mr. Ye.
No, what are the backgrounds of these people? ?
"Wei Ling, shouldn't you be in the Changqiu Sect?" The head of the Wei family asked the question in his heart.
Looking at his father who was grasping the key points, Wei Ling's mouth twitched.
Is now the time to say this?
"Father, I..."
The head of the Wei family interrupted Wei Ling and said worriedly, "You must have been kicked back because you caused trouble in the Changqiu Sect, right?"
Wei Ling: "..."
This is my biological father!
"bump--"
Just as the father and daughter exchanged a few words, the ancestor of the Zhao family was chopped down by Song Yiheng's sword.
The ancestor of the Zhao family, who died instantly, was transformed into a corpse and demon. Before he could get up, he died again and was struck by Song Yiheng's sword again.
…
The autumn wind mixed with the smell of blood blew by, and everything was quiet.
Song Yiheng put away his sword, rubbed his wrist, and said gently and gracefully, "That's all."
…
The response to Song Yiheng was still silence.
The head of the Zhao family looked at the young man who suddenly appeared, with fear in his eyes.
Who is this? !
In just a short time, they actually killed their ancestor in the middle stage of divine transformation twice! ?
The head of the Wei family also looked a little solemn.
Wei Ling looked at the Taoist and immortal Song Yiheng and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
Is this the strength of the chief disciple of the Changqiu Sect?
"Aren't you having fun yet?" Song Yizhi broke the silence and asked his brother.
Song Yiheng nodded and looked at Song Yizhi with gentle eyes.
"The realm is too weak to be a qualified punching bag." Song Yiheng made a pertinent comment.
Song Yizhi fell silent.
The others were also silent.
Just...the human corpse is not cold yet, are you polite?
(End of chapter)
