Dressed in white, but already stained red by blood.

The woman's face was covered in blood, and it was impossible to see the specific face, but judging from her figure, she looked like she was in her twenties.

Song Xuan's heart moved slightly, this is Ouyang Feng and the white-clothed man in the East China Sea fighting, blowing up the ancient tomb faction?

Without waiting for him to make a move, Song Qian jumped in a flash, and in an instant she came to the woman's side, stretched out her hand and pressed it lightly on her forehead.

The next moment, she turned her head to look at the old brother who came from behind her, and couldn't help but sigh.

"She's dead, her heart is broken, and her life has long been cut off. Now she is just a corpse, and the strong obsession before death drove the flesh to crawl out of the ground instinctively. ”

Song Xuan looked down.

On the bloodstained woman's corpse, a pair of hollow eyes were glowing with dead gray, but the woman's head was still struggling to rise, and the empty eyes were fixed on Song Qian's body.

Song Qian can understand what the residual obsession of this woman is, even if she is dead.

She hesitated, looked at her brother beside her, then took a deep breath and picked up the baby girl, who was asleep or unconscious, from the woman's arms.

Then, with a point, she tore the rope behind the woman's back and lifted up the girl who looked like she was in her prime.

The female corpse's head did not hang down, with dead gray pupils, still staring at Song Qian, looking a little infiltrating.

Song Qian whispered and reassured: "Don't worry, the two of them, I will let them live well!" ”

When the words fell, the woman's stiff face seemed to have a slight hint of anger, and she showed a rare look of relief, and then her eyes closed, her head lowered, and she fell to the ground with a pop.

This time, she didn't get up again and died completely.

Ye Gucheng looked at the corpse on the ground, frowned, and said: "It stands to reason that the decisive battle between Ouyang Feng and the man in white has long been spread all over the rivers and lakes, and even the Quanzhen Sect has withdrawn, but I didn't expect that there are still people." ”

Ma Yu, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, hurried over from the rear and explained with some guilt: "These people are from the Ancient Tomb Sect. He has always lived in underground tombs, and basically does not go out to contact people, and he can't receive news from the rivers and lakes.

It's the fault of the poor road, I was in a hurry to take people away before, but I forgot about the ancient tomb faction, if I could have sent someone to inform me at that time, there would be no disaster today! ”

"Senior brother!"

Qiu was in a hurry, and hurriedly gave his senior brother a look.

The senior brother in charge is good everywhere, but he is too sincere, and he takes any responsibility on himself.

This kind of thing is in a hurry, and the Tomb Sect has always been mysterious and outsiders don't know about it at all, if the senior brother doesn't say it, who knows the inside situation?

Senior Brother's opening took the blame on himself, but it seemed that they were not righteous and deliberately cheated the Tomb Sect.

Song Xuan waved his hand and said to Ma Yu: "With such a fate, Ma Zhangmen doesn't need to blame himself!" ”

Zhongnan Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, the ancient tomb sect is hidden in the ground, there is no one to lead the way, trying to find them in this vast mountain is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

But even in such a hidden place, it was still affected by the battle between Ouyang Feng and the white-clothed swordsman, and it can only be said that the luck of the Tomb Sect is indeed too bad, and the one in 10,000 chance is encountered by them.

"Wow!!"

At this moment, the baby girl in Song Qian's arms suddenly woke up, she seemed to be well protected by the woman before she died, and she was not injured.

As soon as the child cried, Song Qian immediately became a little scrambling, and hurriedly comforted him softly, but it didn't work at all.

It's okay that she didn't speak, but as soon as she spoke, the girl doll cried louder, shouting vigorously in her mouth, "Master, Master, I want Master......."

"Brother, what should I do?"

Song Qian has lived for 20 years, and she has never been a mother, so she has no experience in coaxing children, so she can only look at her brother for help.

"I'll try!"

Song Xuan stepped forward to take the little girl and tried to coax a few words, but it didn't work, and even choked up from crying, and her breathing began to be unsmooth.

Song Xuan was helpless, put the little girl next to the woman's body on the ground, and whispered to the little doll: "Your master is here......"

The little girl immediately stopped crying, walked to the woman's side tremblingly, with a happy smile on her face, lay on the master, and even wiped the blood stains on the master's face very intimately.

Song Qian couldn't bear to look at it.

The other party, a two- or three-year-old child, knows what life and death are, and there is no fear of bloodshed.

She only knew that the master was asleep, and the master who fell asleep was very gentle and not fierce at all.

Lying on the woman's chest for a while, the little girl yawned, rolled on the master's body, and then fell asleep in a daze on the master's face.

Song Qian stroked her forehead, her face was entangled, "Brother, what will I do in the future?" ”

"What to do?" Song Xuan winked at her, "You don't need to find a man, you can have more lovely girls, what's the matter, don't you want to?" ”

"But I don't have any experience in taking care of children!"

"There's nothing to learn!"

Song Xuanmo rubbed his chin, and he already roughly understood who the little girl in front of him was.

If there is no accident, the dead woman should be the maid of Lin Chaoying, the founder of the Tomb Sect, after Lin Chaoying's death, her maid inherited the mantle of the Tomb Sect and can be regarded as the second generation of heads.

As for the cardamom girl that Song Qian was still holding at this time, and the girl who was lying asleep on the master's chest, it should be the third-generation disciples of the Tomb Sect, Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu.

Song Xuan admitted that he had always wanted to come to Zhongnan Mountain for retreat and cultivation, and part of the reason was that he wanted to meet the legendary Little Dragon Girl.

It has nothing to do with love and love, as a traverser, I simply want to see what this little dragon girl in the world of high martial arts looks like.

It's just that I didn't expect that today's little dragon girl is still a little doll with baby fat on her face.

Although he was somewhat disappointed, he was inexplicably relieved in his heart.

Looking at Song Qian's somewhat tangled pretty face, Song Xuan comforted: "If you are really embarrassed, I will raise this girl in the future, I am very happy to have more such lovely daughters." ”

Song Qian was a little surprised, "Brother, are you serious?" ”

But the next moment, she shook her head again, pointed to the female corpse on the ground, and said, "Forget it, I promised her that she would raise these two children well, or I will do it myself!"

You have an inexplicable extra daughter, I'm afraid that if Sister Lu's brain is pumped, she will cut you off! ”

"It's not that exaggerated!"

Song Xuan glanced at her, Song Erni, be careful when you speak, don't you see that Lao Ye is still here?

Sure enough, at this time, Ye Gucheng looked indifferent, but his eyes brightened, and the soul of gossip in his bones had begun to burn.

Which one is Sister Lu?

In this world, there are still women who dare to cut Song Xuan?