"I have an appointment with my brother for the time being, please ask Steward Shao to tell the head of the house, and I will go to see him in person in the evening." Song Xiaoxiao replied calmly, as if he was just refusing an invitation from a passerby, and he was at ease.

That is the Cun Zài, one of the top ten family heads in the Imperial Capital of the Jiashi Empire, the Cun Zài who stirs up the situation of the Jiashi Empire behind the scenes, the group of people with ambitions like countless talents and jades who are eager to see the heroes, and countless beautiful women who are eager to have a relationship with the powerful man.

His invitation to meet is not without considerable weight.

As a child of the family, Song Xiaoxiao simply refused the request of the head of the family to meet, and did not care about the powerful person who countless people longed to meet, which was amazing.

Although Song Xiaoxiao refused, the housekeeper Shaohui's smile did not diminish at all, and he gave a deep salute again: "I will bring Miss Xiaoxiao's words, I wish the two of you a happy day." ”

As the Song family is above 10,000 people under one person, the housekeeper Shaohui can reprimand Song Xiaoxiao for refusing to do anything, but he didn't say anything.

In this way, he simply gave up the will conveyed by the head of the family.

"It's nature." Song Xiaoxiao said expressionlessly.

I don't know if it's an illusion, before the housekeeper Shao Hui left, Song Xiao only felt that Shao Hui's gaze was unfathomable, and he looked at Song Xiao intentionally or unintentionally with some deep meaning.

This made Song Xiao feel as if he had been noticed by a devil watching in secret, which made him deeply uneasy.

After seeing the housekeeper leave, Song Xiaoxiao smiled meaninglessly, as if he had thought of something.

But Song Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, and didn't explain this strange invitation to the head of the family in front of Song Xiao, but said a little calmly: "It's time to go." ”

In this crowded place, even though Song Xiao had a lot of puzzles, he couldn't say anything more, so he had to leave the school gate with Song Xiaoxiao

On a taxi.

Song Xiao looked at the gradually distant scenery outside the window, and didn't know what to say for a while, their brother and sister have been estranged for a long time, and although they released their suspicions today, they were also slightly embarrassed.

What to say?

Song Xiao couldn't help but feel a little distressed by the awkward atmosphere on the taxi.

Song Xiaoxiao, the younger sister who was close to Song Xiao in the back seat, seemed to be unconscious, looking at the scenery outside the window and not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, Song Xiaoxiao said slowly: "Today, my brother's appearance is very good, which surprised me. ”

"But if you think about it carefully, my brother is actually working hard in secret, not afraid of everyone's eyes and ridicule."

"I've always been proud of my brother."

Song Xiaoxiao's voice slowly drifted into Song Xiao's ears, making his heart tremble, and an indescribable complex feeling surged into his heart.

It turned out that her younger sister Song Xiaoxiao had been paying attention to her efforts.

It was a kind of sour feeling after being affirmed, how many days and nights, Song Xiao was tormented in his heart.

The shadow of waste has always been with us, and it has not been dispelled until today, how can it not be comforting.

Although Song Xiaoxiao kept looking out the window, Song Xiao keenly noticed the corners of Song Xiaoxiao's raised mouth, which was a slightly gentle side face.

She seemed to be smiling, but she didn't want Song Xiao to see it, with a faint shyness.

That smile seemed to be happy for Song Xiao's progress again.

The sun of the approaching sunset was slightly dim, but it dyed the side face of her sister Song Xiaoxiao with a hint of brilliance, with a breathtaking beauty.

Song Xiao subconsciously stretched out his hand and gently stroked his sister Song Xiaoxiao's soft hair, just like his past habits.

That was a habit that Song Xiao developed when he was a child, and Song Xiaoxiao at that time always had nightmares in the middle of the night, running to Song Xiao's room with a pillow in his arms, and wanted to sleep with Song Xiao.

There is no way, even if it is the dead of night, Song Xiao has to be patient to comfort his sister to sleep.

And this action of stroking her hair was developed by Song Xiao at that time, no matter how her sister cried, as long as Song Xiao touched her sister's head, she would be quiet and slowly fall asleep.

This is an exclusive memory belonging to the two brothers and sisters, warm and distant, but always shining in the depths of time, which makes people can't bear to forget.

As Song Xiao reached out to caress his sister's hair, his sister Song Xiaoxiao's body trembled obviously, which seemed to evoke this memory.

Although she didn't look back, she was still looking out the window, but Song Xiao could clearly feel that her sister was gradually relaxed, and on the surface she acquiesced to this action.

Seeing this, Song Xiao smiled slowly, and his eyes overflowed with a certain warmth, shining in the dim sun.

The two hearts of the brother and sister, who had been estranged for a long time, seemed to be suddenly drawn closer at this moment, through that long-ago memory.

For a while, Song Xiao only felt a burst of warmth welling up in his heart, and the sister who had been pestering him when she was a child seemed to have really returned

The taxi, which had been traveling for almost an hour, stopped.

After checking out, Song Xiao opened the car door and looked at the surrounding neighborhood, looking a little confused.

It's not the familiar Uptown, a place of tall buildings and glittering crowds, all of whom look like elites.

"In my opinion, the martial arts hall in the lower city is the best choice for my brother at the moment, unlike the so-called martial arts halls in the upper city, which are places for those sons to relax and entertain and flashy, the martial arts hall here is the place where the power of the ability can really be honed." Song Xiaoxiao, who got out of the car, explained.

The streets around the lower town are a little dirty, and they are not as clean as the upper town, and they look casual.

Countless plainly dressed pedestrians looked at Song Xiao and Song Xiaoxiao, who should not belong here, and their curious eyes surrounded them.

Not far away, there were many noisy and noisy men gathered under the dark streets, smoking inferior cigarettes in groups of each other, and some of them looked at Song Xiao and the others with bad intentions, as if they were staring at the fat sheep.

"Let's go." Song Xiaoxiao was calm, and naturally took Song Xiaoxiao's hand, just as relaxed as when he was a child.

Song Xiao came back to his senses slightly, let Song Xiaoxiao pull him, and walked into a place next to the street where the Hong Martial Arts Hall was written on a signboard.

"Damn, with some force, haven't you eaten?"

"It's too weak, one finger can knock you down, believe it or not?"

"Weak chicken, you can get out of here, waste my time."

As soon as he walked into the hall, Song Xiao heard a roar, and the obvious sound of fighting came clearly from a distance.

Surrounded by simple wooden structures, behind the unobstructed hall were countless standing rings, on which countless people were fighting each other in sweat and bursting out into hoarse shouts.

It's like a scene of blood!

"Tick! The identity verification was successful, and the members were welcomed. ”

Taking advantage of Song Xiao's efforts to look at the fighting crowd in the ring in the distance, Song Xiaoxiao swiped his card at the reception of the hall with ease, and seemed to be a frequent visitor here.

"Follow me."

Song Xiaoxiao didn't hesitate, took Song Xiao's hand directly, took Song Xiao through the ring, and walked straight to another place, as if the destination was not here.

Taking this opportunity, Song Xiaojing looked at this qiē from a distance.

In this place where the ring stands, countless adult strong men are sweating in it, flashing the red force brilliance that belongs to the supernatural, and they are all superpowers.

Although most of the Force Powers here have not broken through level ten and are only in the Origin Realm, they are more oppressive than those so-called more than a dozen level masters in the Imperial High.

It's a powerful kind of combat skill!

Unlike the orderly order in the upper city that conceals the so-called supremacy of the strong, the martial arts hall here carries a natural law that obviously belongs to the lower city.

The martial arts hall is so shabby, but it does not hide the enthusiasm of countless strangers, they still do not give up after fighting each other in the ring with blue noses and swollen faces and even broken heads and bleeding.

The strangers who fight in the ring do everything to the extreme, it is not a regular way of fighting, it is like a street fight, it is incomparably direct, bloody and violent.

Song Xiao, who was in the middle of it, felt a burst of blood boiling, as if he had awakened the fighting instinct in his blood, and wanted to join one of the rings to fight to his heart's content.

In the ring closest to Song Xiao, two shirtless men wearing simple sweatpants fought each other, and the ring was surrounded by people, each of whom opened their throats and cheered loudly for the people they supported.

"Shoot him!"

"Lao Tzu has all the money to bet on you, give Lao Tzu to win, and beat him desperately!"

"Haha, I'm going to get rich!"

Those under the ring shouted frantically with a certain frenzy in their eyes.

"This is a unique gambling fight in the martial arts hall in Xiacheng District, with a private handicap with uncertain odds, some people make a lot of money from it, and some people lose their money."

Song Xiaoxiao glanced at the clamoring crowd lightly and concluded: "Nothing stimulates the nerves of these people more than money and fighting. ”

"But it seems that these two are about to split the winner."