Chapter 889: It's my sister's daughter
Ye Su and Zong Zhengling looked at the couple, and they didn't know what to say for a while.
Looking at his daughter's sinister appearance, Ye Su shook her head, and there was a little more distress for Song Yiyue in her tone, "Is it really appropriate for you to be so cheating on Yiyue?" ”
Song Luo and Feng Canglin have no temper, they can be gentler with Zhizhi, but they can be gentle with Yiyue...... It can only be said that there are feelings, but not much.
Song Yizhi bent his eyes and said with a smile, "There's no way, in order for the refiner conference to continue, I can only pit Yueyue shallowly." ”
Seeing that Song Yizhi looked unreasonable and strong, Zong Zhengling really felt a little sorry for Song Yiyue.
Ye Su's face showed a little helplessness.
How to say it, I just hope that Song Yiyue can be well.
Next.
Because Feng Canglin and the others were coming, the Lord of the Han Mansion couldn't spare time to go to the refiner conference, so he and his son Han Zhengchu told him.
Han Zhengchu went to the site of the refiner conference, and Han Zhengde stayed to see if he could help.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one came, the lord of the Han Mansion glanced at the son beside him, and said in a gentle voice, "I heard that you have been very peaceful these days, and you are either studying refining weapons or helping your brother deal with things." ”
Han Zhengde nodded, he looked at his father's gentle and loving look, bowed his head slightly and spoke, "Father, my son knows what he can and can't do. ”
He really fell in love with Song Yizhi at first sight, and he was amazed when he saw him, but he also knew the gap between himself and Song Yizhi.
The lord of the Han Mansion raised his hand and patted his son's shoulder, and said with some emotion, "You kid, your vision is too high." ”
Really, it's not good to fall in love with anyone, and to fall in love with that god son.
Let's not talk about how amazing that Divine Son is, that Divine Son and the Fifth Elder are such a Taoist couple.
These two have really cut off everyone else's path.
Han Zhengde glanced up at his father and refuted himself, "I didn't know she was the son of God at the time. ”
At that time, he just thought that this girl was so good-looking, bright and confident, just like a little sun.
The Han Mansion Lord shook his head slightly.
"Mansion Master, the Demon Emperor and the Demon Venerable are almost here." A disciple's voice came in from outside.
The lord of the Han Mansion answered, and then took Han Zhengde and walked outside.
When the father and son arrived at the gate of Zijing Mansion with a group of disciples, Feng Canglin and Shen Xianguan and his party happened to arrive.
It's just that......
"Let's make it." A cold and flamboyant voice came from behind.
Feng Canglin and Shen Xianguan looked sideways and saw Song Luo in a red dress standing a few steps away.
Elder Bei, who had fallen a few steps, was followed by a few disciples, and when he saw these two looking over, Elder Bei raised his hand slightly and saluted.
Feng Canglin and Shen Xianguan bowed slightly, and then made way for Song Luo.
Song Luo strode up, her skirt fluttering, she looked at the Lord of the Han Mansion, her voice was as cold and majestic as ever, "The Lord of the Han Mansion, I want to see Song Yizhi." ”
As the news of the Red Vine Moon Silver Snake spread throughout the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the news that Song Yizhi was seriously injured and was about to die also spread.
She didn't come here this time for the Red Vine Moon Silver Snake of Na Laoshizi, but for her own daughter.
The Lord of the Han Mansion raised his hand and saluted slightly, and then spoke gently, "Great Elder, don't worry, I will let the dog take the Great Elder over later." ”
Feng Canglin stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Luo's arm, "Don't be so impatient first, I'll go with you to see Zhizhi later." ”
Song Luo glanced at Feng Canglin, and finally didn't speak.
"I'll go too." Shen Xianguan's gentle voice sounded, and seeing the somewhat surprised eyes from all sides, he smiled and said nothing.
The Lord of the Han Mansion looked at this group of people and suddenly understood what Song Yizhi said.
If you can't handle it, send someone over.
Before, he felt that Song Yizhi was worried that he couldn't cope with these two comers, but now it seems that he is only afraid that these two are coming at her.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please." The Lord of the Han Mansion raised his hand slightly sideways to ask.
After Feng Canglin and a few people entered, the demon cultivators and demon cultivators who followed them gave in to each other, and then were all pushed forward by the disciples of the Changqiu Sect.
Back mountain courtyard.
Since he knew that these people were all from Song Yizhi, the lord of the Han Mansion directly brought people over.
At this time, there were not many people in the yard.
Bei Xianyue and a few people went out, and the sect official followed Rong Yueyuan to the site of the refiner conference, and Ye Su was cooking in the kitchen.
Song Yiyue, who was wronged, took Lan Yungui to play in the courtyard.
"Song Yiyue." A cold voice rang out.
Song Yiyue, who was playing with Lan Yungui, was shocked, and she looked back sharply.
Mother?!
Father?? Little uncle?!
Song Yiyue jumped up, quickly tidied up one or two appearances, and then saluted these people, "Good day, mother, father!" Good day uncle! ”
Lan Yungui, who was sitting on the side, got up from the grass, and then walked up a few steps on his short legs.
"What's the matter with this little doll?" Song Luo asked in a cold voice, and then said, "Excuse me." ”
Song Yiyue put down her hand, and then saw Lan Yungui walking towards her mother with her little short legs, she hurriedly scooped up the little doll, "This little doll is my sister's daughter." ”
Song Luo: ?
Shen Xianguan: ?
Feng Canglin was stunned for a moment and saw who this little doll was.
"This is Chu Chen and Lan Ruoming's child." Feng Canglin raised his hand on his wife's shoulder, and said unhurriedly, "It should be Zhizhi to be a godmother." ”
Lan Yungui turned his head to look at Feng Canglin, with a serious look on his face, and his milky voice was very serious, "No! It's a mother! ”
Feng Cang paused, then let go of Song Luo and walked up two steps, stretching out his hand towards Lan Yungui.
Song Yiyue met his father's eyes, and could only hand over this little doll carved in pink and jade.
Feng Canglin took the little doll over, looked at the little doll who didn't make trouble or cry, and the eyebrows at the corners of his eyes softened a little, "I am your mother's father, you should call me grandfather." ”
Lan Yungui silently turned his head and ignored the people.
Song Luo's gaze fell on her daughter, "What about your sister?" ”
"Sleep in the house." Song Yiyue said.
Before the words landed, Song Yiyue saw her mother striding over, she hurriedly reached out and hugged Song Luo's arm, "Mother! Why don't you wait? ”
Song Luo looked down at her daughter who had the courage to come over and stop her, "What?" Five Elders in it? ”
Song Yiyue shook her head, and then said, "Senior Zhao is guarding there, mother, you can't get in." ”
Song Luo raised her eyes to look at the little girl guarding the door of the main house.
"Where did she come from?" Song Luo looked down at Song Yiyue and asked.
Song Yiyue said weakly, "You found it yourself?" ”
"......" Song Luo turned back and sat at the table, and when she saw Feng Canglin talking to the lord of the Han Mansion, she said to her daughter, "Let's talk about your sister's physical condition." ”
Thinking of her sister's weak appearance, Song Yiyue only felt that something was wrong.
"That, mother......" Song Yiyue tugged at the hem of her skirt with both hands, "You know, I'm not a doctor, the Night Venerable is here, why don't you go and ask the Night Venerable?" ”
She didn't know what her sister's physical condition was, but if it was as described by what she saw......
But as long as she said it according to what she saw, she was afraid that something would happen! (End of chapter)