Song Ye finally slammed straight on the ground, his eyes staring at Song Baozhu, dead and blind!

After Song Baozhu stared at the black-robed man for a while, he sneered and said, "That little thing is gone?" So? ”

"What are you howling at me? Either go find your good apprentice Meng Yang and continue to play your master-apprentice game. ”

"Or go find that weird immortal girl, what kind of junior sister of Meng Yang? The three of you look like you're in a group, aren't you? Song Baozhu slowly took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face, "The deal between me and you was agreed on that day, you help me become 'Song Baotian', I will help you raise those monsters, look at what the hell I have in my body now!" ”

Song Baozhu narrowed her eyes and said that countless whiskers crawled out of her mouth, ears, and nose!

The appearance is very infiltrating.

But soon, those things drilled back again, Song Baozhu looked at the black-robed man coldly, "I used my body as a hotbed for monsters, and I made the little monster of Genbao, you take away the little monster, I will clear up with you, don't do it, I seem to be in the same group as you." ”

"I thought that only I could raise this beard, but that day in the arena, the so-called Senior Sister Meng Yang was from your side, right? How can she manipulate the roots? Song Baozhu was like a poisonous snake entrenched in looking at him, "In that case, wouldn't it be better if you asked her to help you raise another one?" ”

Unexpectedly, the black-robed man slammed the table.

"Shut up!"

"That lord is something you and I can talk about at will!" The black-robed man suddenly became very nervous, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction, "Don't think that the Song family will be destroyed with your will, in the eyes of outsiders, you are the most innocent and pitiful, those loyal Song family subordinates are used by you, you are hardened wings!" ”

My lord?

Song Baozhu frowned slightly.

Didn't you say that it was Meng Yang's junior sister? In private, this person actually called her Lord? Interesting.

The black-robed man's voice was cold, "I can expose you at any time!" ”

"Debunking me?" Song Baozhu's voice was a little higher, and he couldn't help laughing, "You go and say it!" The damned people of the Song family are all dead! Now go and say, who will believe you? ”

"Also, I don't know what you mean by adult."

"You used me as a breeding ground for experimental roots, and you didn't tell me anything else, don't make us seem to know each other very well, right?" Song Baozhu sneered, Su Ri's clean and bright smile turned into a sneer at this moment, as if she had completely changed into a person, no, maybe this is the real her now.

"If you want me to send someone to help you find that little monster together, I'm afraid it won't work now, and you have also seen what the situation of our Song family is."

"The door is over there, don't send it if you walk slowly." When the monster was cut out of her belly, she didn't know how long it hurt, sucking her blood every day, eating her flesh, and closing the door she was in a cold sweat of pain.

Even going to refine medicine is just to get yourself more pain and injury medicine openly.

I don't want to worship Yukun as a teacher, and it's not a bullshit that I want to fight, it's just because Yukun has a sensitive nose and a keen perception of drugs.

Next to her is a tablet for a family of three.

The tablets of the two elders and four elders of the Song family are still fresh, oh, Song Baozhu looked at Song Ye lying on the ground, and now there are four.

The black-robed man stared at her quietly, "Song Baozhu, what do you mean today is that if the root treasure disappears, you don't want to conceive another root treasure?" ”

There was a sense of pre-storm serenity in his voice.

"Nature." Song Baozhu chuckled.

The black-robed man sneered and raised his sleeves, "Wait, Song Baozhu, within three months, you will definitely kneel down and beg me to continue to help you!" ”

He was so sure that Song Baozhu frowned.

But Song Baozhu didn't keep him.

"March is March." Song Baozhu rubbed his eyebrows and supported his chin with one hand, "Then let's talk about it in three months." ”

She sat on the stool for a few moments.

Only then did he slowly sit up straight with his waist propped up.

She swept aside the tablets of Song's father and Song's mother, but held the tablet engraved with the words 'Song Baozhu' in her hand.

Fingers run over the tablet.

The word 'bead' was erased, and she took out a carving knife, stroke by stroke, and engraved the word 'sweet' vigorously.

Song Baozhu looked at these three words in a daze.

remembered what she said to the tablet when she ran to the ancestral hall alone not long ago.

"Perhaps, you are right." Song Baozhu's voice was very soft, "It's that I never saw it clearly." ”

"You tell me that my father and mother are not good parents, and it is the right way to leave the Song family as soon as possible."

"Staying here is not the right path for me."

Outside the window, birds flutter their wings and flutter and fly by.

She remembered that day.

It was the day she and Song Baotian celebrated their birthday, and countless guests were invited to the family banquet.

No, it should be said that it is Song Baotian's birthday.

She has never been worthy of sitting at the table, and she can't even come out of the room, her father said that she was unlucky, and her mother didn't want to look at her, and her brother was not as favored as Bao Tian's sister, so he turned his head and sprinkled his anger on her.

In a place where no one could see it, he kicked her heart hard, kicking and scolding: "Who told you to have an identical face, I will be angry when I look at you!" ”

But she's getting used to it.

She was even a little happy, at least when she was alone in the room, everyone was outside, and no one would scold her, let alone beat her.

It's just that when she looked out through the small window, Song Baotian who was holding the moon with stars, she was still distracted for a long time.

Song Baotian was wearing a festive red dress, standing slim in the middle of the crowd, whether it was the lord of the Tianlong Domain or the people of the Imperial Domain, they all gave the Song family enough face on this day.

Her red dress.

It's really beautiful, the patterns on it are all made of gold and silver threads, and the folds of the skirt are hanging, like bright flowers in full bloom.

Many congratulatory gifts were piled up around her like a hill, trying to bury her whole body in it.

Song Baozhu looked down at her sleeves, she hadn't had new clothes for many years, and her sleeves were all short, and she couldn't even cover the bruises on her arms that had been twisted out by Song's mother.

It was obviously the same face, but at that moment she didn't even dare to look at it, and closed the window in shame.

Fireworks were set off outside.

She heard everyone shouting: "Song Baotian, happy birthday!" ”

So she couldn't help it, and opened a crack in the window again, and the sky was full of fireworks.

She looked at it twice, and consciously stole a little fireworks belonging to Song Baotian.

In the sound of the banging explosion, he whispered to himself: "Song Baozhu, happy birthday." ”