Song Hongyi was in a coma for two days before he woke up, and after waking up, he kept silent about what happened that day. An emergency family meeting was convened to talk with the head of the family and several elders, and an agreement was reached.

Those in the know were secretive about that matter, except for the backbone of the Song and Li families, no one else could watch a thing or two. The Song family and the Li family fell into a state of first-level preparation, and they dispatched all the mysterious forces of the two families to surround the main house of the Song family.

All the monks of the two families who were outside were recalled to tide over this difficult time together.

If Wen Yun died, Wen Yun's master said that he would make the Song family disappear.

When the other families saw the big moves of the Song and Li families, they speculated about the reason, and they were also highly nervous, afraid that the two families would conspire to do something earth-shattering.

For a while, the family of cultivators was in turmoil, everyone was in danger, and the casual cultivators all felt the tension here. All foreign monks will be questioned strictly.

The Song family also sent a group of teams to secretly search for Wenyun's whereabouts. Wenyun is like a drop of water into the sea, and no trace can be found.

Two weeks later, Wen Yun left the space in tears of farewell to the little blue ants. The moment Wenyun appeared in the mountains and forests, the mobile phone rang non-stop, and the communication bead in his hand also exuded dazzling light, showing the eager state of mind of the owner.

Since the last time I practiced in the space for a week, which caused the mobile phone to run out of power and turn off, Wenyun directly moved a generator into the space villa.

With the little black beans and the little blue ants in charge, Wenyun is no longer worried, and the mobile phone is turned off when the battery runs out in the space.

It's just that all signals are isolated in the space, not only can't the message beads receive messages, but the mobile phone can't receive any signals, and it's just a slightly better airplane mode than turning off.

The 'invincible handsome' on the mobile phone screen shook wildly.

Wenyun, who still had a large piece of apple in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and connected.

"Wenyun? Did you answer the phone? Does this mean that you are fine? Where are you? Has your master let you out? How are the injuries on your neck and hands? I have a good face repair pill, the effect is very good, I will give it to you." ”

Since Song Changyou knew that Wenyun was picked up by her master, people were a lot more relieved, but they turned to anger at themselves.

He didn't expect that just because he had a good relationship with himself and Wenyun didn't have a tough backstage, he would be classified as a type of person with bad intentions by his grandfather Song Hongyi.

If he hadn't mentioned Wenyun in front of Song Hongyi many times and made no secret of his appreciation for Wenyun, how could Wenyun have made Song Hongyi fall in love and have the mind to get rid of it.

If Wen Yun didn't have a strong master, what he saw that day might be Wen Yun's corpse.

No, there will be no corpses, under the flames of Song Hongyi, there are no bones.

If such a thing really happened, Song Changyou didn't know how to face his grandfather, who loved him since he was a child.

Song Changyou never knew that his good impression of a person would become a talisman for others.

He used to laugh at the world, and he never cared about these until Wen Yun broke in.

Song Changyou's feelings for Wenyun were aroused by a little interest, until he decided that she was a friend and a person who could be compared to her. He never thought about it, nor did he face up to his heart, what kind of existence Wenyun was for him.

In the two weeks that Wenyun disappeared, Song Changyou carefully inquired about his heart, he was curious, interested, and liked Wenyun, but it was also relative to his friends.

He is the flower butterfly of the game world, and he will not stop for any flower yet.

The people of their family, in this regard, have really gone too far.

"Wenyun, are you talking? Won't my grandfather's fire burn your throat too?" Song Changyou was frightened, according to Grandpa De's description, Wen Yun was caught by the fire palm and almost died on the spot.

Even Song Hongyi, who made the move, couldn't be sure what state Wen Yun was in, and whether her master could have the ability to bring Wen Yun back to life.

Otherwise, the Song and Li families, how could they be like this.

Every time the Song family spends a day safely, Song Changyou's heart is more stable, and the longer it goes, the more it means that Wenyun is safe and sound.

It wasn't until he got through Wenyun's phone call that Song Changyou completely relieved himself. And Wen Yun didn't speak all the time, which made Song Changyou's heart hang again.

Could it be that his life is unharmed, but he is disfigured and his voice is broken?

This is a punishment that is worse than giving her life for a woman who loves beauty.

"Little Yun'er...... Rest assured, if you are disfigured and lose your voice, what my grandfather did, I bear. Song Changyou paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and made up his mind.

"I will be responsible for you, and I will take care of you for the rest of your life. I know you don't want to come to our Song family's sad place, I'll wait for you at my aunt's 'small shop', see you or leave." ”

After speaking, Song Changyou hung up the phone. Wen Yun at this end had just swallowed the apple in his mouth.

Wenyun never knew, he was always careless, talking to arouse people's appetite, and Song Changyou, who loved to play with others, and when it was like a cannon battle.

One point, it's all over. After a few long sentences, she was stunned to finish all of them on the way to swallow an apple.

The little black bean and the little blue ant have been excitedly turning around in the space for a hundred or so times.

Little Black Bean: "Master, is this guy proposing to you?"

Little Blue Ant: Is the owner of the "!!" going to get married? So happy, so excited!

Wenyun: "......"

God knows what kind of medicine this kid has taken wrong! Could it be that he couldn't withstand the phantom coercion of the Jindan period that day, and injured his head after being oppressed?

Wen Yun ate the apple in his hand in a few bites and quickly ran to the Xijing City.

After entering Xijing City, I got on the city bus and went to 'a small shop'.

On the bus, two people glanced at Wen Yun from time to time, took pictures with their mobile phones, and passed on messages, but Wen Yun just didn't know.

From the time she connected Song Changyou's phone, Wen Yun knew that as soon as she entered the city, she would inevitably be targeted by the Song family.

Wen Yun was curious about what kind of attitude the current Song family would take. It's impossible to get rid of Wen Yun after she has a strong master backer.

Then the Song family will come to an end.

The transportation in Xijing City is convenient, and it only takes 2 hours to reach the old city from outside the city.

On the street where the 'small shop' is located, there are only a few pedestrians walking in twos and threes.

Everyone, with more or less aura on their bodies, is a person who cultivates immortals. Wenyun just didn't know, and stepped into a small shop without hesitation.

In the small shop, in addition to Song Changyou, there are also Li Chiwan and Song Yunchu.

The eyes of the three of them were all worried.

As soon as Wen Yun stepped into the store, he was surrounded by several people, and Song Yunchu turned around a few times, and after making sure that he was unscathed, several people breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not disfigured. Song Yunchu exhaled, "Don't worry, Xiaoyun, what our Song family has done, we will definitely bear it, and we will definitely find a way to restore your voice." ”

It's not a big deal if the face is still there.

The throat and throat are not a big problem for their immortal cultivators. After all, they can also communicate through consciousness, with aura, and do not need to communicate through their voices.

It's just a little troublesome to talk to ordinary people. After all, ordinary people don't know how to make these spiritual sounds.