Walking into the city, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar streets, Yao Muyun emerged with a sense of memory.

It was from this road that he ran to Su's house in heavy rain.

Yao Muyun did have the idea of going to meet Su Wanniang.

If he didn't come back, it would be fine, now that he had returned to Xiaoshan Mansion, he really couldn't suppress the desire to take a look at the people he loved in the past.

"Sneak a look, just a look, to see how she's doing.

If she is doing well, I will leave after getting rid of the demon and never disturb her life. ”

Yao Muyun looked sad.

He frowned and sighed.

"But before that, let's go to my uncle's house first. ”

"I didn't say goodbye back then, and I was really sorry for my uncle's family.

When my uncle's family found out that I was missing, I didn't know how anxious I should be. ”

Yao Muyun led Song Yuan to his uncle's house, in the direction where he was.

"The prefect's carriage just passed down this street?"

"Yes, just now.

I heard that the second son of the prefect dreamed of Xiantong God last night, and he was so scared when he got up in the morning, he hurriedly forcibly sent his wife to the carriage and let the people of Xiantong Temple pick him up, he was really a bastard. ”

"It's a pity that Miss Su married that brute. ”

"If it weren't for that brute who took advantage of the fire to rob back then, Miss Su would not have married him in order to save the master of the Su family who was in prison.

It's a pity that the Yao Gongzi, who has been a childhood sweetheart with Miss Su since childhood, was a famous talent in our Xiaoshan Mansion back then, because this incident has disappeared, and he still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. ”

"Fate makes people!"

The man finally sighed.

At a roadside tea stall, the sound of customers and stall owners talking can be heard.

Yao Muyun paused, turned his head stiffly, a look of anger appeared on his face, and terrifying killing intent burst out from his eyes!

"How long ago did the carriage pass by here, and in which direction did it go?!"

"That's it...... Not long ago, I went in that direction. ”

The owners and customers of the tea stall were frightened by his terrible appearance, and pointed to the other side of the street in a daze.

"Brother Song, help me save people!"

Yao Muyun looked over there, his eyes were anxious, and he stepped on his feet suddenly, only having time to leave a word in place, and his body chased away like a swift wind.

Seeing him fighting so angrily, it is estimated that the Yao Gongzi in the mouth of these two people is Yao Muyun.

And the wife of the second son of the prefect is his childhood sweetheart. ”

"Perhaps...... Here's my chance to get the Edgeworth from him!"

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he also chased after him.

He was like an arrow, sweeping across the ground, and like a ghost, he walked between his own people.

Passers-by felt as if a black shadow like a storm had flashed past them.

Before they could open their eyes and see clearly, the figure had disappeared into the sea of people in the distance.

Call!

Yao Muyun, who was anxiously chasing after him, suddenly a figure appeared on his side, quickly overtaking him.

A hint of surprise crossed his face.

"Brother Song. ”

Song Yun overtook Yao Muyun and continued to chase.

After a few breaths, he saw a carriage driving on the road, surrounded by several fierce and vicious figures.

There was a muffled sound in the carriage, as if someone was calling for help.

"She bumped into each other along the way, and she wasn't too tired. ”

A figure walking behind the carriage gouged out his ears and said.

"Let her crash, the carriage has been padded with thick cloth, and she has been tied up and gagged again, and it is impossible for her to die. ”

Another figure sneered.

Last night, Ma Yuanhua was a little frightened in the dream of the second son of the prefect, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, saying that he would send his wife to Xiantong Temple at dawn.

In order not to happen to the last time, he specially sent someone to pick it up.

These people are all good at martial arts, and they take refuge in him, follow him to eat and enjoy happiness, and do things for him and kill people.

"Temple wishes this time blessed, this little lady just got in the car, I took a look, although the appearance is not beautiful, but there is a unique delicate air that makes people excited, I can't wait to hold people in my arms and be merciful. ”

The man who had spoken earlier had a lewd look on his face.

"Look for death!"

Hearing the words of the two behind the carriage, Song Yuan's eyes were cold.

He was completely sure that the person in the carriage should be Yao Muyun's former beloved, the Miss Su family.

Swish!

Song Yuan stepped out and disappeared in place, with a fierce momentum on his body, and instantly came behind the two.

"Who?!"

Out of the corner of their eyes, they caught a glimpse of a dark shadow, their eyes fierce, and they were about to shout.

Song Yuan opened his palm, grabbed the heads of the two, and slammed them into the middle.

Click!

The two of them had their skulls cracked, their brains shattered, their orifices bleeding, and they collapsed to the ground.

They are all armed with martial arts, and they don't know how much blood they have on their hands, and they can even fight dozens of enemies with their bare hands.

But it's a pity that he is facing Song Yuan, whose strength has been out of the ordinary first-class.

Before they could react, they were killed.

Song Yuan stepped heavily under his feet, and the masonry shattered the earth and collapsed, jumping up like a goshawk.

He crossed the carriage and landed a few paces in front of it, blocking its way.

Sigh!

The coachman looked panicked, saw that the situation was not good, jumped out of the carriage, turned around and fled.

A few people from the Xiantong Temple in front of the carriage and next to them looked at Song Yuan, who jumped out from behind the carriage and turned their backs to them to block the way, and drew the sword at his waist with a fierce expression.

"Who dares to stop the carriage of Xiantong Temple!

This is disrespectful to the Manifest God!"

"It's just a false god made up by a demon. ”

Song Yuan turned around slowly, his eyes were indifferent, and he said slowly.

When many people on both sides of the road heard this, their expressions suddenly changed, and they shouted angrily at Song Yuan.

"Bold!

How dare you blaspheme!"

"You will be punished!"

"Kneel down and beg for forgiveness!"

"Kill him ......"

For a time, Song Yuan became the target of public criticism and was scolded by everyone.

He glanced at the Divine Believers on both sides who were mixed with the people, and said coldly

"A bunch of fools. ”

Knowing true magic could not be easier to develop believers.

Ma Yuanhua used magic to gain many foolish people as believers in Xiaoshan Mansion.

A small part of the reason why he dared to run rampant and do whatever he wanted in Xiaoshan Mansion was because of this huge number of believers.

"Kill him!"

Several people in Xiantong Temple looked angry, roared angrily, and wanted to swing their swords to kill!

Woohoo!

Song Yuan turned his gaze back, did not move under his feet, threw out a few pieces of broken silver, and broke through the air!

Several figures froze in place, their heads pierced by broken silver, and they fell to the ground straight and upright with their swords, stirring up a cloud of smoke and dust, and blood quickly flowed to the ground.

"Murdered!"

Someone screamed among the people.

Seeing the bloody scene in front of them, everyone immediately became chaotic and fled one after another.

The believers of Xiantong Temple, who had accused Song Yuan of blaspheming and wanted to kill him, also scattered and fled.

"It seems that it has not yet reached the point of being particularly superstitious, and I still know that I am afraid of death. ”

Song Yuan retracted his gaze, his eyes moving slightly.

He thought that maybe a few fanatical followers would rush up to him when they saw that he had killed someone, and wanted to kill him, a blasphemous villain.