"Did my mother agree?"

"Well, that's what she brought up."

The corners of Song Yanyan's eyes were slightly moist, as if he missed her a little.

"Didn't my mother say when she would be back?" Song Yanyan continued to ask this unanswered question.

Old man Bai didn't answer, just patted her thin and thin body, "Eat well", then relaxed his waist and walked out.

Song Yanyan's eyes were shadowed, and when he looked at the food in front of him, he lost his appetite, cleaned up the food on the table, and continued to practice his sword in the garden.

The next day, early in the morning.

Song Yanyan walked to the desk in the boudoir, picked up the "Lingyin Footwork" on the table, and stroked it with his fingers, Mother, this book has been practiced well, it has penetrated the seven uniques, and the remaining three uniques, I believe that it will not be long before the child will be able to understand thoroughly and live up to your entrustment!

Then he put it in the bag next to him, filled about two or three clothes and some dry food, and said goodbye to the uncle and others.

"Girl, it's a long way from Lingzhen to the Apocalypse Country, be careful all the way." Then he took out a porcelain vase from his sleeve, put it in Song Yanyan's hand, and clenched it, "If necessary, it will save your life, remember to be cautious in your words and deeds." The emperor is not better than our town, everything is unpredictable. ”

Song Yanyan nodded, bowed to everyone, and said goodbye.

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A person's journey is always mixed with loneliness, wading through mountains and rivers, skipping the deserted loess mountains, and walking through dense forests full of wild animals.

came to an inn, a few people were sparsely pulled, but the noise came and went.

After such a long journey, Song Chayan has no sense of novelty in the outside world.

I asked Xiao Er to serve some wine and food.

As soon as he put the package and sword on the table, he heard the people at the table in front of him scolding angrily.

"Shameless bitch, dare to beg for money in front of your grandfather, I'm afraid I'm tired of being crooked!"

As he spoke, he kicked the boy in front of him violently.

The emaciated boy was no match for the stout man in front of him, and he was kicked out at once, lying straight on the ground, gasping for breath.

Song Chayan looked at this scene, and couldn't help but feel a little disdain for the man in front of him.

Then he got up and picked up the boy who was lying on the ground.

The boy's body is smaller than his own, probably because of the lack of nutrition for many years, and the whole person seems to be powerless.

Seeing this scene, the man next to him picked up the wine on the table, stuffed it, and said sarcastically, "Little girl's family, don't meddle with this matter every day." ”

As he spoke, he walked over to Song Chayan, his face was wrinkled with a smile, but he glanced down at himself as handsome, and then said to her obscenely, "A delicate and frail girl like you is still suitable for lying on the bed to warm the bed." ”

I couldn't help but laugh when I finished speaking.

Song Shayan looked at his disgusting appearance, directly instilled spiritual power in his hand, and slashed directly at his neck with a palm.

The man fell directly to the ground, but fortunately, his skin was rough and thick, so he just stood up with his neck covered.

Then he looked at Song Sayan with a fierce face, and said through gritted teeth at the corners of his mouth, "You step on a horse, a little slut, looking for death!" ”

As he spoke, he raised his fist and hit her.

Countless fists fell, but for Song Shayan, the speed of these fists... It's too slow!

Directly dodged the fist in front of him, and then reflexively kicked at the man's fat face.

With this kick, the man took off directly, and his heavy body directly flattened the table.

When the person next to him saw this appearance, he looked at the woman in front of him in horror, and then ran out in a panic.

Song Chayan didn't know that there were about one-third of the people in this world who had spiritual power, and it was difficult for ordinary people to awaken spiritual veins.

So it's no wonder that these people are afraid of her.

Song Chayan turned his head and found that there was also a man in white with a hat covering his face and sitting in the back drinking tea leisurely.

But she didn't care, returned to her seat, looked at the boy who was still lying on the stool, and then took out a pill from her waist bag and fed it to him.

And he continued to eat.

What I didn't see was that the man in white behind him widened his eyes when he saw Song Chayan take out the elixir.

Smelling the medicinal fragrance in the air, he looked at her excitedly.

Then he took out a fan and fanned it, smiling coquettishly.

Song Sayan heard his laughter, and turned his head with a headache, only to find that the person behind him was gone.

Xiao Er of the inn looked at the guests who had finished, and walked to Song Chayan's side with some trembling, "That, Miss, the table that was smashed just now is there..."

Xiao Er looked at Song Sayan and raised his head, swallowed and spit, and spit out with difficulty, "Rice money... When...... Knot...? ”

Song Shayan slapped the table violently, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't paid for the meal yet, and was about to take the money from the money bag.

Xiao Er heard her slam the table, and was so frightened that she knelt directly on the ground, crying and saying, "Miss... Miss, this store is just a small business, and I haven't done anything bad. This meal... Just be a small shop, and you can eat happily..."

Hearing this, Song Shayan's hand that was about to take out the money suddenly stopped, and then he saw Xiao Er bending over and running back.

So he sighed deeply, took out a few pieces of silver, and put them on the table.

Then patted the boy next to him, watching him slowly wake up, a pair of eyes like quenched ice opened, Song Chayan was a little surprised, but just after the past, the boy's eyes changed.

He looked at her blankly.

Song Sayan pursed his mouth as if he couldn't see clearly, retreated, and then motioned for him to eat.

After watching the boy finish eating with a satisfied face, the two left, walking one after the other, and from time to time they exchanged two sentences.

After saying a few words, Song Shayan realized that there was nothing to understand.

The boy didn't know anything about his situation, and sometimes he ate a meal when he was hungry, and he didn't know what he was going to do.

I don't even know what my name is or how old I am.

Song Shayan suddenly felt a little big.

But I still took a deep breath and raised the corners of my mouth helplessly, no matter what, I still have to face life with a smile.

Then he took a boy who was about the same height as himself to the Apocalypse Academy.