Tu Shanling pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and a vague message similar to "well done" came from the main pet contract.

Belch......

Her mood at this time was a little delicate, although she had expected it, but when she was sure that the order Song Ningyin left before her death was to let her peck each other with a group of rookies, the corners of her mouth twitched.

There is only one stain on her wanton life so far, that is, when the two armies faced each other, she lost to Ju Sheng, and Ju was not to blame.

Those who are not to blame are also at fault.

Even the Taishang Dao Ancestor thought that Ju Sheng would not make mistakes, but in fact, if he lost to him, this stain was not too dirty.

It's just that she's about to add another stain when she turns her head.

Bullying teenage children, it's really not good to say it, if it is known by the good deeds, and she is written down in the classics, she will have to "go down in fame through the ages".

No, she has to cover her identity tightly, and no one can find out.

Feet step on fine sand and gravel, and the sound of footsteps is small and crushed, gradually approaching.

At this moment, if it is Song Ningyin himself standing here, what should it look like?

Weak?

Cry?

Cringe?

Tu Shanling immediately came up with these words in her mind, and it was really difficult to make her cry.

Listening to A-Niang, when she was just born, the midwife slapped her on the buttocks, she didn't cry, she slapped again, she still didn't cry, the midwife thought she had something wrong, panicked, snapped and fell on her buttocks, the buttocks were red, she still didn't cry.

A-Niang was distressed when she heard it, and hugged her over to take a look, her big eyes were full of tears, her small mouth was flat, and she rubbed her head against A-Niang aggrievedly, and she cried out with a wow.

This was beaten and cried by the midwife.

After so many years, she cried so much.

Now that she is older, it is even more impossible for her to cry in front of a group of little children.

She bent down to help Song Chuan, who was almost about to pee his pants, and patted the ash on his knees.

Song Chuan's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth, "My family is here, you only know now that you are afraid, it's too late." ”

Tu Shanling smiled low and whispered, "It seems that it doesn't hurt enough, and I don't have a long memory." ”

Song Chuan shuddered, lowered his head and stared at a critical part of his lungs that was still in pain.

What else do you want to do with it!

Tu Shanling tilted her head slightly, and in the corner of her eye, a woman with crooked hairpins on her head hurriedly walked over, and the woman shouted "my son" while walking.

Tu Shanling tore off a section of her skirt, covered the hole in the left chest of her clothes, sat down on the ground, grabbed a few handfuls of loose loess and sprinkled it on herself, curled up in a ball, looking so pitiful.

Song Chuan: "......"

Song family minor scum: "......"

Two words popped up in the minds of the seven teenagers - touch porcelain!

"My son, my son, are they bullying you again?!"

The woman threw herself on Tu Shanling, hugged Tu Shanling tightly, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

It turned out that she was Song Ningyin's biological mother Song Xuan.

Tu Shanling gently patted Song Xuan's back, "Ah, Ah Niang......"

She screamed a little hard, in her memory, she had only one mother, and that was Tong Yujing, a descendant of Emperor Yan Shennong.

As soon as she spoke, she spoke more smoothly, "I'm in pain, let's go home." ”

Song Xuan nervously touched Tu Shanling's face and looked at Tu Shanling's arm.

Tu Shanling hissed, and fine and dense sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Her soul power is so strong that she can feed back to her body, but it will take time to repair these two serious injuries on her body, especially the fatal wound on her left chest, and in order to repair this injury, she has temporarily given up repairing the injury on her shoulder.

The weak posture she put on at the moment is really a physiological reaction, and the fake thing is that this injury is not serious enough to make her exhale in pain, and no matter how painful this injury is, it can't compare to the pain of a broken tail.

When the nine tails were broken, she didn't cry out in pain!

Song Xuan's eyes moved up, and she saw a bloody hole in Tu Shanling's shoulder, she immediately gasped, and glared at Song Chuan viciously, if it weren't for the Song heirloom servant who had already arrived, she would have gone up and bitten Song Chuan twice.

The Song heirloom servant and Song Xuan arrived front and back, or Song Xuan followed the Song heirloom servant to find it, but he was in a hurry, and walked to the front.

When it was past last night, Song Xuan didn't see Song Ningyin go home, so he went to the house of several classmates who often bullied Song Ningyin.

Those families didn't pay attention to it at first, anyway, it couldn't be their children who suffered, but when they were ugly, no one returned, so they panicked and hurriedly sent domestic servants to look for them.

Song Xuan picked the most profound Song heirloom servants to follow, these people are very capable, although the night is dark, they slowly identify, and also find out the clues belonging to the Song Chuan from the many and miscellaneous traces in Sihai City.

Search, stop, look, and when the sky was light, they touched the vicinity of the sea of heavenly corpses.

Song Xuan looked embarrassed and tired, which was reasonable.

"My son, don't be afraid, A-Niang will seek justice for you. ”

Song Chuan's eyes widened, staring at Song Xuan, as if he was saying, "Bastard, look at me...... Ah, do you need to get justice?"

Tu Shanling looked back at the past with a smile, "Auntie, this is a matter between children, so let's handle it ourselves." ”

Song Chuan's heart was furious, and he turned his head and spit on himself, afraid that Song Ningyin was not as bold as being afraid of mice.

Song Xuan picked up Tu Shanling, and said in his mouth, "A-Niang listens to you, go home first to treat your injuries, and wait for anything to heal", but she thought in her heart that this time she would tell Song Chuan in front of the mountain chief.

She helped Tu Shanling to walk back, but Song Chuan hadn't moved yet, still standing in place in an unfathomable manner, if it weren't for his slightly pouting buttocks, it would be no different from usual.

"Childe, hurry home, the old lady is in a hurry. ”

Song Chuan pointed to the servant, "Get me a soft sedan chair." ”

The servant was nervous, "Are you hurt?"

Song Chuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, "No! Let you do something, where do you have so many words!"

The servant Nuo Nuo's heart is bitter and can't say, where did the soft sedan chair come from in the wilderness, if you want the soft sedan chair, you have to run back to Sihai City, this time you have to waste a lot of time, when you get home, the son is fine, but it is all these people who suffer.

He was so angry, but his feet were not slow at all, and a puff of dust rolled up over Tu Shanling and the others, and disappeared after a while.

Sihai City is very large, the Rongjiang River passes through the city, dividing the East City and the West City into two pieces of about the same size, the children of the Song family mostly live in the East City, and the West City lives almost all of the protégés, Keqing and ordinary people.

Song Xuan is an exception, surnamed Song, but lives in Xicheng.

She helped Tu Shanling into the West City Gate, and after walking for long, she turned into an alley.

The alley was really narrow, so narrow that two people walked together, one had to turn sideways, and so narrow that two women sat on the threshold of their own house and could laugh and chat.

Hearing the footsteps, the two women looked up together, saw that it was Song Xuan, pursed their lips, each took a small bench and retreated to the door, and threw the door shut.