Chapter Twenty-Seven: Keep an Eye on You

"This ......," my tone was slurking, and Song Yingxiang saw a nervous face.

If I leave Lone Shadow Villa now, then that Yu Moxuan's psychosis will definitely not let me go, but if I don't leave Lone Shadow Villa, judging from the current situation, this Song Yingxiang will definitely not let me go.

"But if I leave the Lonely Shadow Villa, ......" I didn't say any more, Song Yingxiang saw my concern, so she took my hand and said: "Xiao Shiyou, you don't have to worry about this, you are the Xiao family, and now the saint is looking for the Xiao family, so Prime Minister Yu will not kill you easily, and as far as I know, those Xiao people were taken to the Sunset Tower, but everyone is very happy." ”

"This ......" I was stunned again, what if Yu Moxuan announced his personal vendetta, even if he didn't kill me, but abused me?

"Or if it really doesn't work, I'll buy you a house in the suburbs and send someone there to protect you, what do you think?" Song Yingxiang's eyes were full of pleading, a soft-hearted person like me could only grit his teeth and persist in the face of such a situation, it was a big deal to die, and if he died, maybe he could go back?

"Okay!" I made a big decision to say, Song Yingxiang happily took my hands and said, "Thank you!" In the future, you will be my good sister Song Yingxiang, and we will share blessings and difficulties in the future. ”

I saw Song Yingxiang's behavior and thought: Is this the ancient righteous knot Jinlan?

"Okay." I agreed with Song Yingxiang's words with the view that there is one more friend and one less enemy.

"Well, since you are already planning to leave Lone Shadow Villa, I think it is better to leave as soon as possible, it is better to send someone to send you to the suburbs tomorrow morning, and now I will send someone to buy a house." Song Yingxiang left in a hurry after speaking, leaving me who was still slowly digesting the situation.

I looked at Song Yingxiang's figure gradually moving away, although I married her Jin Lan, but I still don't feel at ease, after all, I never believe that there are friends or sisters in the world who treat each other sincerely, so I still have to pay attention to it.

Back at Mozhuxuan, Yue'er was cleaning, she saw me come back and saluted, I waved my hand and said, "Yue'er, you go down first!" I'm going to get some sleep first. ”

"Yes." Yue'er stepped back and closed the door, and I fell on the bed when I saw it, and I fell asleep immediately.

In the snow, a man in a dark robe with his hair tied up high knelt on the ground holding a naturally natural curly-haired woman in a red dress, and he cried and cried, "Oh my God! You're unfair, you're unfair! Why? Why is this happening? ”

At this time, a man dressed in white walked towards them slowly, his brows were tightly locked, his face was a little ugly, and he pursed his lips and said, "Drunken ink, she can't come back." ”

"Why? Why? I don't believe it, I don't believe it, her magic is so strong, I don't believe she died like this. The man in the dark roof couldn't see his expression clearly, and the only thing he could feel was his disbelief.

"Drunken Mo, she won't rest in peace if you do this." The man in white said.

"No, I want to avenge her, and I want to curse every generation of prime ministers of Yue Dongguo to die at the age of twenty-two." After speaking, the man in Xuanyi vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Ahh I woke up frightened, looked at my surroundings, and soothed myself.

What's wrong with me? Why do you have such strange dreams, drunken ink, why is the name so familiar? What's going on here?