Song Ye finally hit the ground straight, staring at Song Baozhu with his eyes open!

Song Baozhu stared at the man in black for a while and sneered, "That little thing is gone? So what?"

"What are you here to scream? Or go find your good apprentice Meng Yang and continue playing your master-apprentice game."

"Or go find that weird immortal girl, who is Meng Yang's junior sister? You three are like a group, right?" Song Baozhu slowly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on her face. "The deal between me and you was agreed that one day, you will help me become 'Song Baotian', I will help you raise those monsters, and see what the hell is in my body now!"

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

Very cunning appearance.

But soon, the things went back again. Song Baozhu looked at the man in black robe coldly, "I used my body as the breeding ground for monsters and made the little monster Genbao. Take away the little monster, I will clear you and don't make it so I feel like I'm in the same group as you."

"I thought I could only raise this thorn, but on the field that day, the so-called junior sister Meng Yang was from your side, right? She could control the thorns freely?" Song Baozhu was like a poisonous snake entrenched and looked at him. "Since that's the case, wouldn't it be better if you ask her to raise one for you again?"

Unexpectedly, the man in black robe slapped the table suddenly.

"Shut up!"

"You and I can mention that lord at will!" The man in black suddenly became very nervous, and his voice was full of dissatisfaction, "Don't think that the Song family will be destroyed as you wish. In the eyes of outsiders, you are the most innocent and pitiful. Those loyal subordinates of the Song family are for your use, and you are just hard-working!"

grown ups?

Song Baozhu frowned slightly.

Didn’t that say that he was Meng Yang’s junior sister? In private, this person actually called her Master? It’s interesting.

The man in black robe had a cold voice, "I can expose you at will!"

"Expose me?" Song Baozhu's voice rose a little, and she couldn't help laughing, "Go and say it! All the damn people in the Song family have died! If you go and say it now, who will believe you?"

"Also, I don't know what the adult you are talking about is."

"You used me as a hotbed for experimental roots, and you didn't tell me anything other than that. Don't do it now, we seem to be very familiar, right?" Song Baozhu sneered. Suri's clean and bright smile became a sneer at this moment, as if she had completely changed her personality. No, maybe she is the real one now.

"If you want me to send someone to help you find that little monster, it may not work now. You have also seen what is going on in our Song family."

"The door is there, walk slowly but not to send it away." When the monster was cut out from her belly, she didn't know how long it had been. She sucked her blood and ate her flesh every day. When she closed the door, she was sweating in the pain.

Even if I go to refining medicine, I just want to get more pain-relieving medicine for myself.

He didn't want to be a disciple of Yu Kun, and he didn't want to fight. It was just because Yu Kun had a sharp nose and was even more terrifying and terrifying in perception of medicine. The medicines she took to herself every day might not be discovered by him.

Next to her was a tablet for the family of three.

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

The man in black robe stared at her quietly, "Song Baozhu, what you mean today is that if Genbao disappears, you are not willing to conceive another Genbao?"

His voice felt a sense of tranquility before the storm.

"Natural." Song Baozhu chuckled.

The man in black robe sneered and raised his sleeves, "Wait for Song Baozhu, if you don't leave March, you will definitely kneel down and beg me to continue helping you!"

He was extremely confident, which made Song Baozhu frown.

But Song Baozhu did not try to keep him either.

"March is March." Song Baozhu rubbed her eyebrows and supported her chin with one hand, "Then let's talk about it later in March."

She sat on the stool for a while.

Then he slowly sat up straight with his waist.

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

Fingers crushed past the tablet.

The word "zhu" was erased, and she took out a carving knife, and etched it hard with the word "sweet".

Song Baozhu stared at these three words in a daze.

I remembered the words she ran to the ancestral hall alone not long ago and said to the tablet.

"Maybe, what you said is right." Song Baozhu's voice was very soft, "I have never seen it clearly before."

"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."

"It's not the right way for me to stay here."

Outside the window, birds shaking their wings and flew past.

She remembered that day.

It was the day when she celebrated her birthday with Song Baotian, and the family hosted countless guests.

No, it should be said that it was Song Baotian’s birthday alone.

She had never been worthy of sitting on the table, and she could not even come out of the room. Her father said she was unlucky and her mother didn't want to see her. Her brother was not as favored as Baotian's sister, so she turned around and spread her anger on her.

In a place where no one saw it, she kicked her hard in the heart, and scolded her: "Who told you to have a exactly the same face? I'll be angry when I look at you!"

But she was a little used to it.

I was even a little happy. At least when I was alone in the room, everyone was outside, and no one would scold her, let alone hit her.

But when she looked outside through the small window, Song Baotian, who was surrounded by stars, was still in a daze for a long time.

Song Baotian was wearing a festive red dress and stood gracefully among the crowd. Whether it was the Lord of the Tianlong Domain or the people from the Imperial Domain, they gave the Song family enough face on this day.

Her red dress.

It looks so beautiful. The patterns on it are made of gold and silver threads, and the wrinkles on the skirt are hanging up, like bright flowers blooming.

Many gifts were piled around her like hills, and she wanted to bury her entire body.

Song Baozhu looked down at her sleeves. She had no new clothes for many years. Her sleeves were shorter, and even the purple scars on her arm were twisted out by Song's mother.

She had a exactly the same face, but at that moment she didn't even dare to look at it, and she closed the window in shame.

Fireworks were set off outside.

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

So she couldn't help but open a gap in the window again, and the sky was full of fireworks.

She glanced at her twice and consciously stole a little fireworks that belonged to Song Baotian.
Chapter completed!