Song Xi narrowed her eyes, "Everything I dream of is something Nan Song is born with. What I work so hard for can be obtained without any effort. But Nan Song, why does she have me?
In what way is she inferior? She is just a good reincarnation, so what’s the big deal?”
"I just want to crush those high-ranking princesses under my feet and tell them who is the real king of this world!"
The light from the cracked ice slipped through Song Xi's eyes.
This sentence seemed to have its own sound effect, exploding fireworks in Shi Baohua's heart.
He walked over, picked her up, and kissed her on the cheek, "I just like your arrogant and arrogant look."
Song Xi smiled softly and sprayed the smoke on his face, and the two of them lingered for a while.
"However," Shi Baohua wondered, "I have always been unclear about one thing. Who is that mother in Nansong? How could she have so many children? With so many sons, all with different surnames, how many times would she have to marry?
?How can Nan Ningsong cherish such a frivolous woman?"
"You only know one but not the other. There are so many children, but only Nan Song was truly born from her belly."
"What?"
Shi Baohua stared in disbelief, "You mean...?"
Song Xi nodded, "It's what you think."
"Then why does she want so many children?"
Song Xi frowned slightly, "I don't know the specifics. I just heard that Luo Yin was forced. What the master wants is her genes."
"Genes?" Shi Baohua, "Her genes are different from others?"
"It's different."
Song Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, "Have you ever heard of 'Saint Yilan'?"
Shi Baohua shook his head, "Never heard of Western mythology?"
"It's not a fairy tale, just some folklore. The Yilan tribe is a race that is said to be on the verge of extinction. This race has special and powerful genes, and it is passed down from female to male. The women of the Yilan tribe
, smart, beautiful, and ages slowly. If you don't have children, you can stay young forever. The probability of a girl being born is very low. It is said that it takes a hundred years for the Yilan tribe to produce a saint. The blood of the saint is sweet and can heal injuries.
, cure diseases, and also strengthen yang.”
Song Xi remembered the way Qiao Leng once drank Nan Song's blood until her face turned red, and a hint of coldness flashed between her eyebrows, "I don't know if it's true, but they all believe it. Luo Yin is the Saint of Yilan."
'. She gave birth to Nan Song, and Nan Song is her 'successor'. I just don't know if her blood is sweet?"
"Would you like to know if it's sweet or not?"
Shi Baohua didn't pay much attention to what Song Xi said. He just listened to the story. He missed the person in his arms more than the saint.
"Baby, be good, give me a taste..."
At the door, a figure stood.
Jiang Fan leaned against the wall and listened silently to everything Song Xi said, his expression changing again and again.
Only today, at this moment, did he know what was going on, and he finally understood Song Xi's purpose of coming to Nancheng.
What she wants is not only Nan Song's blood, but probably Nan Song's life!