Ye Xu took the time to call the women in Haizhou separately, everything was running normally in the Prince Group, and nothing happened to Shen Yan'er and Lin Daihuan, so he was relieved.

After grabbing Britney out and playing with it for a long time, he ordered food from the hotel and asked someone to send it into Mengkong's room, and he was very full of old soup elbows just now, so he didn't want to eat dinner.

At half past nine in the evening, Ye Xu walked out of the room, came to the front desk of the hotel and asked for the address of the No. 2 bus stop, and then strolled over. Seeing that the sky was really overcast, Ye Xu was caught off guard, he didn't expect it to rain.

The shops around were closed, and I couldn't buy umbrellas, so I didn't plan to turn back and continue walking. He suddenly thought that this soul deal with Song Mengmeng, a girl, was to be drenched in the rain for an hour, and if he didn't get an umbrella, it would go against the will of the transaction.

He smiled dumbly, feeling that he had entered a strange circle of thinking, and arrived at the No. 2 bus stop, which was the middle of a winding mountain road, flanked by a long cement wall nearly three stories high, overgrown with climbing vines.

There is a dim street lamp on the right side of the platform, while there is only one sign on the platform, no awning. At this time, the streets of the small town are rarely crowded, and most of the tourists are shopping or eating supper by the sea or commercial pedestrian streets, so it is particularly deserted.

A few lightning flashes, Ye Xu looked at his watch, there was less than a minute left, it was ten o'clock, but he didn't expect it to rain.

Maybe this is Song Mengmeng's telepathy with her mother.

The raindrops of beans fell from the sky, and instantly soaked Ye Xu's clothes, he took advantage of the rain to gently comb his hair, and combed his hair into a big back with a lot of personality.

With the help of the street lamp, he took out a cigarette, lit one, blocked the falling raindrops with his hand, lit it, and then took a puff and spit out a smoke ring.

"How did that Song Mengmeng die later?" After Ye Xu finished smoking, he took the cigarette in his hand and blocked it with his other hand, afraid that the rain would wet the cigarette.

Feng Lingdian flashed out a message, and there was a sadness in her breath, "After Song Mengmeng's mother died, she was left alone, she worked in Qingcheng Trading Company, and the manager Ma Fugui had long coveted her beauty, and when she was in a trance, she was left to work overtime alone, and then put her"

"Then Song Mengmeng committed suicide by jumping off the building."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Ye Xu blocked the rain with his hands, afraid that the rain would wet the tobacco, and he didn't speak for a long time when he saw the information of the Fengling Palace.

"Damn it."

After a while, Ye Xu spat out two words, and there was a hint of killing in his voice.

The cold chill made the Fengling Hall tremble.

The rain was still falling, neither big nor small, Ye Xu's whole body was drenched, and no passers-by passed by at this time, only occasionally a few cars drove fast, and the unqualified drivers didn't care if there were people on the side of the road, and the splashes of large splashes sprayed on Ye Xu several times.

"Sure enough, it's a good car, Toyota domineering, Land Rover, cruiser, is it possible that the identity of the person who drives such a car has been raised? He went from waste to treasure? Can he trample on the dignity of the poor? ”

Ye Xu muttered in his mouth, but he still didn't move, he even saw the driver in the car window looking at himself who was splashed with water, and showed a smug and disdainful smile.

The indifference of human nature, the pen of the rich, measure everything by money, status, status and wealth!

Ye Xu's hand trembled, and the curtain of rain was cut by a knife, and it was broken in an instant, and then it was connected into a string of beads.

Several cars turned into corners and disappeared, and after a short time, a "boom" was heard, and one overbearing overturned into the ditch, and then another, and then another

Half an hour had passed, and Ye Xu was still standing faintly in the rain, the rain was slowly leaving down his cheeks, and he seemed to be unconscious.

"Since their mother and daughter are gone, isn't there a chance to see each other again?" Ye Xu said again to the Sealing Spirit Palace.

"Master, the souls in the Sealed Spirit Hall are calculated in trillions, and they are an independent system of their own. In this vast sea of souls, how can it be so easy for two souls to meet? ”

"What can be done to reunite their mother and daughter in the Sealed Spirit Palace?"

"You need to seal the Spirit Hall Master, that is, you burn 3 Fulu points and contribute three years of yang life, so that the souls of their mother and daughter can be brought together."

Ye Xu smiled slightly, "So that's the case." ”

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it looked like a puff of smoke from a distance.

The lonely street lamps, the dim light, the unmanned streets and alleys, Ye Xu's lonely figure, and the layers of rain and fog are like a moving painting.

"Click"

In addition to the sound of rain falling, a faint sound of high heels came from a distance, which was extremely loud on such a rainy night.

Ye Xu turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a figure walking over from the misty rain and fog.

Ye Xu's eyes narrowed when he saw the person coming clearly.

It was a woman, the mysterious woman who wore a flower folding umbrella like a mystery during the day.

It's just that she changed her clothes, and she was no longer wearing a cheongsam, but a lady's OL dress. Her long hair was already spread out, fluttering gently backwards in the breeze. She wore a snow-white silk shirt on her upper body, and two belts formed a beautiful knot on her chest.

She wore a small apricot coat on the outside, and her jade hand leaned out and held the flower folding umbrella. She wore a short red skirt with a skirt above her knees, a fashionable wide black belt around her waist, and a boxy pure platinum decoration in the center, which shimmered with a little brilliance. Her slender and straight legs are covered with black black silk and her feet are a pair of black rainproof velvet heels.

Ye Xu looked at her from afar, and she also looked at Ye Xu from afar.

"It's kind of interesting." Ye Xu said lightly.

Ye Xu didn't move, and the woman didn't move, just looked at Ye Xu from a distance who couldn't stop drenching in the rain.

"Twenty minutes to go, an hour, looks like we have to bear with it." Ye Xu muttered again.

He reached out and played with the falling raindrops, which fell on the palm of his hand one after another, and as soon as they fell, they turned into water, and soon formed a small puddle in the palm of his hand.

"It's a pity that the Flying Leaves can't use raindrops as weapons, and the leaves can't be launched that far in such weather and at such a distance." Ye Xu glanced at the woman, his tone was a little regretful.

A piece of information drifted into his mind like a dream, "You haven't exerted one-fifth of your strength in the Dragon Interception Dao, and now you can only use the power of the three dragons." ”

"Oh, your godfather?" Ye Xu's eyes lit up.

"Hold this position, use your mind to lift the Dragon Interception Dao, and condense the dark energy of the Dragon Interception Dao to your fingertips in your imagination." Again, information floats out.

Ye Xu closed his eyes and followed the instructions of the godfather's soul, and the tips of his fingers began to heat up, as if there was an internal force about to gush out from his fingertips.

He stood motionless, but his mind had already used the Dragon Interception Path and threw a punch. Although his eyes were closed, he also felt as if the rain and mist in front of him had been cut off, and three purple dragons danced from his fingertips.

"That's how it feels." Ye Xu was overjoyed.

This book is derived from reading books