Shen Qingwu couldn't help but chuckle when he heard Song Xuanrong's words, and rubbed his fingers against the Buddhist scriptures on the table: "Diagnosis and treatment? ”

He seemed to have heard something funny, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, and his words were full of sarcasm.

"I broke two legs, how can my uncle treat me?"

"Do you want people to see the pitiful appearance of my broken leg, or do you want to cut off someone else's leg to replace it for me?"

"Qingwu!"

Song Xuanrong's face was ugly.

Shen Qingwu looked at Song Xuanrong's look of disbelief, and said mockingly:

"This mountain is quiet, and the Zen sound of Buddha can also calm people's minds, so that I can better heal my injuries, uncle, go back."

Song Xuanrong knew that Shen Qingwu would not go back with him so easily, and he said hurriedly:

"Qingwu, I know you resent your aunt, but now that she is dead, no amount of resentment can be worth your injury, don't be angry with your body."

Shen Qingwu raised his eyes: "What if the Ye family is dead?" ”

"Is my uncle here for me, he wants me to go back to Beijing to recuperate, or is it for Song Yuxing in the prison of Dali Temple."

"He's going to be sentenced, you're afraid that the white-haired man will send the black-haired man, so you want me to go back to Beijing to save him?"

After Shen Qingwu said this, he couldn't help but sneer:

"Song Yuxing broke my leg, and his mother wanted my life even more."

"Uncle isn't afraid that I will fall into the well when I go back?"

Song Xuanrong was ridiculed by Shen Qingwu, and his eyes were crossed with hidden anger, but in the end, he took care of the matter, and held back his anger and said:

"Qingwu, you misunderstood what happened before."

"The fake monk and the murder later were all done by the Ye family, and the Ye family left a blood letter before leaving, explaining everything she had done."

"Although Xing'er is at fault, he has never deliberately harmed you, all of this is done by the Ye family, Xing'er is innocent."

Shen Qingwu said lightly when he heard this: "If he is really innocent, then my uncle will go directly to Dali Temple to release people, why come to me?" ”

Song Xuanrong endured his anger: "He is your cousin." ”

"So what?"

When Shen Qingwu raised his lips, his expression was extremely indifferent.

Song Xuanrong looked at him like that, and the original thought of fooling him disappeared in an instant.

He originally thought that Shen Qingwu had a gentle temperament, and wanted to impress him with family affection, so that he could forgive Song Yuxing and bring him back to the capital, but now that he looked at those eyes that did not see any trace of temperature, he knew that his plan was probably going to fail.

Today's Shen Qingwu is no longer the original Shen Qingwu, he broke a pair of legs, and even his whole personality has changed greatly.

If you want to let him go, I'm afraid it's not that easy.

Song Xuanrong had no intention of greeting him, and his face sank:

"I know you resent your aunt and don't want to be reconciled to what you're suffering now, but it's happened."

"Your aunt also paid for this incident and died in the prison of Dali Temple, even Xing'er I asked someone to break his legs as punishment, which can be regarded as repayment for the crime you suffered this time."

"I've gotten to this point, do you still want to watch Xing'er die?"

Song Xuanrong said to Shen Qingwu:

"Xing'er is your own cousin, a blood relative, even if you want his life, can you get better?"

Shen Qingwu saw that Song Xuanrong was no longer pretending, and sneered: "It's not good, but it can always make me feel comfortable." ”

"I'm not happy, why should I make others feel better?"