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Song Shijing was busy for a while and returned to the apartment she and Sister Yu had rented before, but when she returned home, she found that she was still alone.

The mood was inexplicably much lower.

Eat some quick bento, drink some mineral water, and some snacks left by Sister Yu.

Sister Yu decided to leave at noon, but now it is only afternoon, what happened in the middle, Song Shijing can't remember clearly.

Because every scene is like sleepwalking, the eyelids are heavy, the steps can't be light, and when I walk, I just look at the figure of my companion, and I don't know which way to go.

Outside the curtain was the bustling and noisy city, and the building where the base station had taken place had been covered by green cloth vines at an alarming speed, as if it was under construction.

The news on TV was all about the building, but public opinion was slowly being dismissed as a 'terrorist attack', and the Wen family's starting point was to maintain their economic advantage.

But these, which Song Shijing also participated in helping with, seemed to Song Shijing to be so absurd and nonsensical at this time.

This method of controlling public opinion, such as boiling a frog in warm water, is not much different from the method often used by demon exterminators to directly erase the periodic memory.

"Such a life ......"

Song Shijing sighed softly, slowly fell back, her arms spread, and landed on the soft big bed, her body swaying gently.

Close your eyes.

It seemed that he could feel the room shaking slightly, as if he was just a pattern on a tablecloth, and he placed one dish after another around him that he didn't want to see.

What has life done to you?

And what did you do with your life......

Xiao Qianhe......

Song Shijing's breathing suddenly stopped, and she was holding her breath gently.

The degree of breath-holding deepened, and the feeling of suffocation made her find a way to recover from this state of confusion, constantly forcing herself to hold her breath and hold her breath......

Finally.

"Ha!" Song Shijing sat up from the bed, gasping for breath, her long hair was a little messy, and her chest rose and fell.

This feeling of suffocation......

How is it different from the suffocation feeling that Xiao Qian is not by his side?

No matter what, no matter what Xiao Qian said or hinted at to herself, there was one thing she knew very well.

I like to move around.

"What is the relationship between Zheng Lin and Xiao Qian, if she is a demon, what if, what if...... In short, just in case," Song Shijing bit her lip.

Xiaoqian, is it possible that he is a demon?

The sudden appearance of the master, the mother investigated countless times but did not find Xiao Qian's past, all kinds of signs make Xiao Qian's existence itself suspicious......

"Ah, it's annoying!"

Song Shijing lay down with her head up, took the pillow and covered her face, and when she was about to suffocate after a while, she finally threw the pillow away.

How can it be!

No way, no way, no way, no way!

'Do you know what the final form of life is?'

Mu Qian's voice came out from the bottom of her heart, Song Shijing frowned slightly and thought, lying there for a long time without moving.

Gradually, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, a slight snoring echoing through the bedroom.

What is the final form of life......

Dust?

She seemed to get some answers, and although they were shallow, they made her sleep a little deeper.

Around half past eleven in the evening.

Buzz!

Jingle Bell -

The specially equipped mobile phone launched a large-scale noise attack, Song Shijing woke up from her deep sleep, and she recovered a lot after just two hours of sleep.

But if you're sleeping well and being woken up, anyone will be irritable.

"Hey?" Song Shijing put her fingers in her hair and turned on the mobile phone hands-free.

A slightly hurried question came from the earpiece: "Is it Song Shijing? I am an assistant to Minister Song! Sister Yu said that you should return to Kunwu Mountain immediately! In the fastest way!"

The fastest way?

It only takes more than an hour to get there by plane, but it also takes more than an hour to get to the airport and wait for the flight to be adjusted.

"What happened?"

"Our side!" the male voice stopped abruptly, followed by a roar!

Song Shijing sat up directly, listened to the roar, and stared at the mobile phone screen in her hand.

Only a few people can get through the special signal channel, and they can't suspect the identity of the other party.

The sudden explosion and the faint sound of machine gun gunfire, the roar and screams during the battle made Song Shijing completely unable to suspect what was happening over there at this time!

Something happened to Kunwu Mountain!

When communication resumed, the other party shouted again: "The headquarters has been attacked by a powerful enemy! The mountain gate and the front hall have been lost! Urgently recall all A-level combat power demon slayers! Quick! Captain Song! I'm going to inform the others!"

The phone was hung up directly, and Song Shijing immediately exited the call interface.

This mobile phone for demon slayer also appeared abnormal, the screen flashed red, and the demon hunting APP was constantly shaking.

Click on it, and immediately there are several pictures of the battle, which is the scene of several Kunwu Mountain guards in ancient costumes being blown away by hot weapons......

Enemies are constantly pouring out from the sky and the underground, and they are demons, a large number of demons!

"Suffered!"

Song Shijing turned over and jumped up from the bed, the clothes on her body were still not taken off, and she rushed to the door of the bedroom in a hurry.

The headquarters of Kunwu Mountain was actually attacked by demons?

Has the war begun?

How are mother, grandfather, and everyone doing now?

Even if her ability is not very strong, she is not too important a master in Kunwu Mountain as a whole, but since she has received the notice, she must go to support.

Grabbing a key, he rushed out of the door, which slammed and threw a little dust.

Just two minutes later, the sound of a sports car engine was heard on the side of the street, and the red sports car was speeding in the direction of the airport.

Telephone, call!

Song Shijing could only reduce the speed of the car, dialed the phone to Wen Yu through voice, and was a little anxious to say her requirements directly......

But Song Shijing suddenly slammed the steering wheel, and the sports car drifted and turned into the entrance of a parking lot.

"What's the matter, Sister Song," Wen Yu yawned, as if the Wen family had not yet received the news that Kunwu Mountain had been attacked.

Song Shijing: "Ah, it's okay, I made a mistake and hung up first......"

Toot, toot, toot......

Wen Yu, who was sleeping in a daze, took the phone in front of him, smacked his lips, and was about to continue sleeping when sleepiness hit.

"This idiot, shouldn't he call Mu Qian here......"

It's not true, but it's close.

After Song Shijing hung up the communication, she called up her call record and found Mu Qian's number, her little hand was a little hesitant, but her fingers still went to the sign point where she made the call.

But the phone vibrated suddenly, and the phone could be regarded as encountering some twists and turns.

It's Song Ma.

"Hey, Mom, what's going on in Kunwu Mountain, I'm on my way back!"

"It's okay, the enemy has been cleared, it's just a demon, those people haven't encountered this kind of thing and messed up. ”

"Whew-"

Song Shijing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mom still has to deal with the aftermath, so it's busy, you go to bed early. ”

"Well, Mom went to bed early, too. Song Shijing sat down on the seat.

At that moment, when Kunwu Mountain, the pillar of her heart, was in danger, she was really a little confused.

Kunwu Mountain, an underground fortress tightly guarded by guards, Song Ma threw her mobile phone aside and looked at the big screen in front of her intently.

More than a dozen split-screen ...... It's all a picture of war!