The plane landed.

As soon as Song Yi got off the plane, several people in black suits looked for them in the crowd, tall and imposing, until they saw her and looked at each other a few times, and then withdrew their gaze.

Those people walked straight over, and before Song Yi could say anything, they revealed their identities first.

The leader stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Miss Song, we are from the Fang family, do you want to go back to your original place first, or will we take you to Qinghuan Xiaoyuan." ”

Song Yi thought for a while: "Take me to the original place first, can you wait and take me to Qinghuan Xiaoyuan when you get there, I'll pack my luggage, I have few things left over there, so I don't need to call a moving company." ”

These people were arranged to come and pick her up, and in the face of her request, they naturally complied.

These people acted very rigorously, they didn't talk much, and Song Yi didn't have anything to ask them, so he was silent all the way.

Sending Song Yi to them, they took the initiative to divide into two groups of people, one followed her silently, and the other found a place to park and stay by the car.

This rented small house, Song Yi has just moved in for two days, and there is indeed not much luggage.

Packed everything up, one suitcase and two backpacks were all packed.

Some of the furniture that was not used after the placement was thrown into the trash can, and she was not ready to take away the better ones, so the landlord and grandmother could just dispose of them, and continue to put them or throw them away.

When you have time, you will have to discuss the check-out with the landlord again.

With this bit of luggage packed, Song Yi arrived at Qinghuan Xiaoyuan.

Qinghuan Xiaoyuan gave her this suite, one floor and one household, one household and two ladders, a high-end villa community.

Song Yi searched for WIFI on the plane, and 35 million was the base, and he might not be able to take it down.

Several people helped her carry her luggage, took her into the community, and went around twice to find the residential building, Song Yi was taken all the way into the building with a card, and then swiped the card into the elevator, silently noting down the process route.

With a ding, the elevator stops and reaches the eighth floor.

Swiped the room card to enter the house, put down the things, and several people first entered Song Yi's fingerprints into the password lock, and then assisted her to change the password.

A person spoke: "Miss Song, this is Building No. 8, with a basement and a garage on the second basement below, three access control cards, two room cards, and more than ten other keys, all of which are here." ”

"And the Fang family has also prepaid all the property fees, service fees and utility bills for this house at the end of the property right date."

"Please rest assured, within half a year, the Fang family will do the two indicators of Kyoto household registration for you, coordinate other conditions, and settle your household registration in Kyoto, and after entering the household, the house will be settled in your name as soon as possible."

After speaking, the leader said: "Do you still need to take a walk down below to understand the living environment here?" ”

After listening to their words quietly, Song Yi didn't say a word, and finally politely rejected their kindness, expressed his gratitude, and sent them out the door.

Song Yi called Shuguang, and Shuguang naturally knew what she meant.

After scanning the house and finding no problems, Shuguang informed Song Yi.

Without moving his luggage, Song Yi walked around the house slowly.

All have been renovated, in addition to the traces of no one's life, other household objects are readily available, the house is very beautiful, French style, exquisite and romantic, with milk white as the main color, very suitable for girls to live alone.

The master bedroom has a separate space of 60 square meters, with an embedded independent cloakroom dresser, master bathroom, and a small balcony, and the second bedroom suite has a bathroom, a large living room of about 100 square meters, a large terrace of about 30 square meters, a Chinese kitchen and a Western kitchen, an open dining room, an independent 50 square meter study, and a 50 square meter fitness room......

Song Yi put the things in place and immediately entered the quiet room.

Shuguang didn't let her learn anything else, it was still the six styles, and she insisted on one style for half an hour.

It's just that this time you can't take a break in the middle of every formula, you need to be weak and fall down in order to rest, and which formula you fall in, half an hour starts from this formula again.

If you can keep it up, it's best to keep it up.

Song Yi's body relaxed and comfortable at the beginning, and gradually oozing fine sweat, and then large beads of sweat fell from the sideburns and forehead to the tip of the nose, and then slid down and flowed to the chin.

The loose black shirt he was wearing was also half wet with sweat.

When he got to the snail handle, half an hour had already passed, but Song Yi was really unable to maintain the balance of his body and fell heavily to the ground.

A muffled sound of "knock".

When he fell, Song Yi subconsciously protected the sword he was holding in his arms, curled up and fell to the ground.

It doesn't hurt too much.

Song Yi stretched out her body, she lay flat with a loud horn, breathing heavily and panting.

Except for the dawn, she is the only one here, and she has no scruples about her image at all.

Xi Jian was so tired, so tired that she felt that even if someone was around, maybe she didn't want to maintain any decency.

Immediately after lying flat for less than two minutes, after relieving himself, Song Yi did some static stretching exercises under the urging of Shuguang, and then patted and massaged the most sore places, beat his back, and massaged his legs.

Song Yi thought nonsensically while massaging, if he fails to become an immortal in the future, it will be a good handicraft to do massage in the future.

Shuguang didn't know what she was thinking, and during the break, the program was silently computing in the background.

Song Yi consciously rested, called out the dawn, and continued to start from the snail handle with his sword.

Song Yi has a strong learning ability and strong self-control.

This time she insisted on it for too much more time than last time, her body should be tense and tight, and the places that should be relaxed are also relaxed.

Silently adjusting the state of his body, Song Yi forced the last pressure to pass before he fell down.

Song Yi felt that this time he was more tired than the last time he fell, and he couldn't control his hand to protect the sword.

The "bang" sounded at the same time as the "Langlang" sound of the gold and jade hitting the ground.

Song Yi was panting heavily, the powerful beating sound of his heart pounding seemed to ring in his ears, and his body rose and fell with the violent beating of his heart.

Song Yi rested for a while, and then spontaneously took the initiative to massage herself.

After talking for twenty or thirty minutes, Song Yi's tense whole body finally relaxed.

Seeing that the time was still early, he took a towel to wipe his sweat, did not leave the quiet room, closed his eyes and lay flat, ready to take a nap on the spot.

Song Yi felt that she hadn't slept for long, and Shuguang woke her up, and after looking at the time, two hours had passed.

This medicinal bath seemed to be extremely important, Song Yi counted them, and Shuguang took out seventy-six flavors.

There were so many elixirs that they almost filled the wide bath.

Bizarre, beautiful, and ugly, one the size of a palm, and some the size of half a little finger.

Song Yi painstakingly identified them one by one, and then carefully prepared them according to the complex prescription given by Shuguang.

This medicated bath took three hours.

The prepared liquid is a thick, viscous, opaque dark olive green.

Song Yi didn't know why, looking at the bath, he suddenly thought of the witch's poison, but there were no bulging bubbles on the medicinal bath.

The color is hard to accept, but the medicated bath doesn't stink, with a strong woody aroma.

It smelled like perfume, but it was so thick that she sniffed it and sneezed twice.

Shuguang comforted: "Although it looks a little strong, I used a lot of neutralizing elixir when dispensing medicine, it won't be painful, this time it's to lay the foundation for the root bones, it will take a long time to soak, go in." ”

When Song Yi heard its words, he no longer hesitated, took off his coat, stepped on it, and sank into the medicinal bath with his whole body.

The medicated bath is warm, and a magical energy penetrates into the skin, warming up the bodies of those who stay inside.