"Please let my father go, my father is not a demon, please save my father. Song Ling'er bowed to the ground and kowtowed.

Song Rui behind her is still young, and she can only stare at Sister Ah kowtowing to people with tears in her eyes, and she doesn't understand what is going to happen, but the childish is sensitive and senses the panic of her father next to her, so she hugs his legs with both hands.

Song Huaiyu wanted to lean over and touch Song Rui's head, and even wanted to step forward to help his daughter up, but he couldn't move at all, and his mouth and nose seemed to be blocked, he couldn't speak, and even his breath became short.

He looked at the immortal in horror, knowing that it was the handiwork of the other party, so he could only wave his hands desperately at his daughter.

It's good that he doesn't move, but when he moves, in the eyes of those villagers outside the door, he looks more like an evil spirit, and there are many discussions for a while, and he has believed ninety percent of the words of the immortals.

Song Ling'er heard the movement outside, and hurriedly looked up, and saw that when her father was dancing with his teeth and claws, tears came down immediately.

She rushed over and hugged her father's hands to prevent him from waving any more, then turned her head to the immortal and pleaded, "Please, please save my father." ”

Her forehead was red and swollen, stained with some mud and dust, looking in Song Huaiyu's eyes, it hurt in her heart, but he couldn't do anything.

And Song Rui, who was at his feet, raised his head and looked at his sister, and then at his father, and echoed with a milky voice: "Save Daddy, save Daddy." ”

The immortal's expression flashed with relief, she looked at the three people in front of her, and said, "It's not that there is no way to do it. ”

Song Ling'er said happily: "I am willing to serve the immortals." ”

"It's not difficult, it's just that you need to be children and suffer something. The immortal saw that Song Ling'er agreed very quickly, so he said more.

Song Ling'er let go of her hand, stepped forward, bowed to the immortal three times, and said again and again: "As a child, filial piety is what you should do, as long as you can be my father, Ling'er will go to the soup and fight the fire." ”

The more sincere she worshipped, the more worried Song Huaiyu was behind her, and finally her anger rose, her eyes rolled, and she fell straight down.

Song Rui followed with a whimper and sat on the ground, but his hand was still holding and refused to let go.

Hearing the sound behind her, Song Ling'er hurriedly turned around and rushed over, picked up Song Huaiyu, and then reached out to touch his head, and saw that there was no redness, swelling and broken skin, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The immortal lowered his eyes, looked at this chaos, frowned slightly, and said: "You, or your brother, choose someone to worship the gods with blood and bones, and this evil can be eliminated without hurting your father's muscles and bones." ”

As she spoke, she walked to Song Ling'er, flipped her left hand, and a five-pointed black jade plate larger than the palm of her hand appeared in her palm, only to see her holding the black jade plate, leaning forward, and then pointing her right hand together, pointing straight at Song Ling'er's forehead.

Song Ling'er only felt a pain in her forehead and subconsciously closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, the immortal withdrew his hand and straightened up.

The fairy held a rolling bead of blood on the tip of her right finger, and as soon as she flipped her finger, the bead swooped into the black disk, and it was fleeting.

"I, please choose me from the immortals, my younger brother is young and careless, I am afraid that I will miss the great affairs of the immortals. Song Ling'er didn't know what was going on, and wanted to protect her brother first.

"There's no hurry. The immortal raised his feet and walked over Song Ling'er and walked to Song Rui.

At this time, Song Rui was looking up at her in a daze, and after perceiving the power of the person in front of him, his hand holding Song Huaiyu's leg was pulled tighter, and at the same time, he bared his teeth and said fiercely to her: "Don't touch my father." ”

As just now, this immortal stretched out his hand as usual and pointed at Song Rui's forehead, he wanted to escape, but he was frozen in place, unable to move.

Song Ling'er turned around and looked over with concern, and saw that the white light flashed on the fingertips of the immortal, which did not enter his younger brother's forehead, and then the immortal got up, and his fingertip was still a bead of blood.

"Your father doesn't have to worry about his life for the time being, so there's no need to be in such a hurry. The immortal turned to look at her, and with a flip of the palm of his left hand, the black jade plate disappeared without a trace.

She changed her words and continued: "As for who to choose, it's up to you to choose." ”

The immortal came and walked fast, and everyone looked at her stepping on the double sword and brought a gust of wind, and when everyone brushed their sleeves to hide their faces and avoid the wind, the immortal was gone.

Song Ling'er didn't relax, she touched her brother's head sideways, and said with concern: "Rui'er, Rui'er, do you have a headache." ”

When the immortal left, Song Rui shook his body, then let go of his father's legs, got up and threw himself into Song Ling'er's arms, crying: "Sister, it hurts, Rui'er's head hurts." ”

Song Ling'er was separated by her father on her lap and her younger brother in her arms, and she didn't know which side to move first for a while, so she could only touch Song Rui's head and said softly: "Rui'er, let Sister send Daddy back to the room first." ”

Outside the courtyard gate, the villagers who had been watching the excitement did not leave, but hesitated, looking at each other, and no one dared to step in and take a hand.

On weekdays, Mr. Song was a man of letters, honest and honest, and he was the most gentle and elegant in teaching, so how could he have become involved with evil spirits? They were full of doubts and were also very afraid.

But Song Ling'er didn't have much strength, so he could only barely carry Song Huaiyu, and he was not as tall as Song Huaiyu, so his feet hung down on the ground.

"Whatever, even if it's an evil one, isn't Mr. Song fainting now? What can you do with a handle?" Someone really couldn't see it, shouted a sip, raised his foot and stepped in, ran to Song Ling'er in a few steps, and took Song Huaiyu from her back.

"Thank you, thank you Uncle Liu. Song Ling'er's back suddenly loosened, she looked back, and hurriedly thanked.

carried Song Huaiyu all the way and sent him back to the room to lie down, Song Linger thanked him again and again, and the uncle of the Liu family was also honest, so he didn't need her to send it, he said a few words of greeting, and after comforting her, he hurried home.

That night, Liu's house was set on fire.

Fortunately, it was a firewood room, and no one was injured, but the fire started strangely, and people believed in the evil theory of the immortal chief, and the Song family school did not go, and they had to go around a little bit when they walked, for fear of being provoked.

It's just that if I want to go to this school, I'm afraid that I can't really go, because Song Huaiyu has been sick since that day, waking up from time to time, lying on the bed and not getting off the ground, and the family work is spread on Song Ling'er alone.

And at dawn on the third day, the immortal came again, followed by three immortals, all dressed exactly the same, and their countenances were also superb.

They were caught off guard, and Song Ling'er only had time to push her younger brother back into the room, and then slammed the door shut, blocking the door.

"You and your brother, I said that day, I can't choose you, but it's not true. The immortal was condescending, looked at Song Ling'er and said.