Bulwark of Light

Chapter 91 No. 18, Lipu Street

"Ma'am... I..."

The wind from the roof blew past, and the crow came to his senses. He hesitated for a long time, and then asked cautiously, "Did I do something wrong?"

The woman holding an umbrella silently looked at the trees, buildings, and birds in the old town. She shook her head and said, "You did nothing wrong."

Since the rules of the sincere meeting are established, they should naturally be followed.

Those who cross the line will be punished for crossing the line.

But... not everything depends on right or wrong.

Compared with right and wrong, big people pay more attention to pros and cons.

Sometimes it's okay to do something wrong, as long as it's profitable for everyone.

"Since you have done nothing wrong, then there is nothing to hide!" The crow puffed up his chest and said loudly, "Since Madam, you have handed over the Beitang to me, I will not take half a step back. The rules are determined by everyone, and I follow the rules." Follow the rules, there is no reason to back down!"

"You are very good at fighting, I know." Madam spoke earnestly, slowly but forcefully, and said, "But force cannot solve all problems... Now that the matter is over, remember what I just told you, I will take care of the rest of this matter for you."

The crow was startled.

Madam's words made the blood in his heart gradually cool down.

Song Ci lowered his head slowly.

In fact, he understood what Madam meant, and those who make the rules are often not the most capable of fighting.

But in Song Ci's world, fists are the truth, and strength is the rules... So after he entered the Sincerity Club, he quickly made a name for himself. Ruthless, but he is a desperate person, an ordinary man.

Piff was furious and blood spattered five steps.

This is a law that a fool with a hard enough fist only comprehended after being covered in bruises, so he takes it as his standard and never wavers.

He didn't care what Chen San wanted to do, and he would go all out in the worst case.

He was serious about what he said when they met in Jiangtan.

"A collection of parrots."

The woman spoke again, and she whispered a name that only she could pronounce.

Madam never called Song Ci the name "Crow".

When she brought this orphan back from the old city, everyone called him a crow, and everyone thought he was an ominous person...but she didn't think so, this child was covered in dirt but had unique innocence in his eyes In light of the light, he confronted gossip with a nonchalant attitude, abused and cast aside, although he was embarrassed, it was useful.

Only she could see that this little guy was pitifully ferocious, like a porcupine desperately showing its barbs, all the arrogance was just a disguise.

Everyone calls him the crow, but they don't know that under the crow's black feathers, there is a pure white heart.

Since that day, the database in the deep sea has undergone slight changes.In the archives of the old city in Dadu, a miserable young man named Song Ci is missing, and there is an innocent "Song Yingji" under his wife's hands. This young man named Song Yingji is fierce and tough, aggressive and aggressive. He came to the underground of Dadu out of thin air, penetrated all the opponents all the way, and subdued the entire Chengxinhui Beitang.

In the eyes of those transcendents underground in Dadu, Song Yingji was a more terrifying existence than Zhao Xilai.

The big man is so high up that he can't drown himself even if he spits.

But Song Yingji is different, his fist will actually land on his face.

Then, a coincidence happened. I don’t know when, some people in the underground began to call him "the crow". After the transformation, he went around and changed his name, but he still couldn't get rid of the title of ominous crow.

In the old city, that sloppy, useless young man who killed his parents, his name was Song Ci, and his nickname was Crow.

Sincerely, he conquered the entire Beitang with one hand. Everyone was frightened by the super ruthless man. His name was Song Yingji, and his nickname was Crow.

Everyone calls him Raven.

Only his wife is different, she calls him Song Yingji.

"Although Zhao Qi and I are not husband and wife, he is my husband in name after all." Madam sighed softly and said: "Now he is only the only son left in the Zhao family. No matter how hard you toss, you won't be able to make waves. So... If he does something stupid in the future, I hope you don't make impulsive decisions."

This is a warning to himself, try to avoid conflict with Zhao Qi.

"I listen to you..."

The crow smiled silently, and opened his mouth with difficulty.

After listening to his wife's short sentence, he spent a lot of energy, so this idle person who was lazily lying in the wicker chair and basking in the sun now looks like a weak patient, sick He made a promise: "During this time, I will hide for a while. Whether it is Chen San's people or Zhao Qi's people... If they trouble me, I will run far away."

He is best at things like running away.

The madam held the umbrella silently and stood with him for more than ten minutes. Neither of them spoke for more than ten minutes. The wind was blowing on the dilapidated roof, and a thick cloud covered the sun.

"Really... I promise, I won't cause trouble." Song Ci rubbed his face vigorously, carefully sorted out his emotions, at least to ensure that no frustration could be seen on his face, and he forced out a smile.

"I'm going somewhere."

Madam glanced at him and said, "I need a driver, do you want to come?"

"...Me? Of course!" Song Ci was startled, a little flattered, and quickly agreed.

Madam said again: "The premise is to change this clothes."

Song Ci lowered his head in embarrassment, and looked at his clothes. It should be because he just ran away. The button of the floral shirt was missing a button, and it couldn't be closed halfway. The foot feels hard when it lands.

His attire is indeed shabby.

He scratched his head, raised his legs high, stepped on slippers on the soles of his feet, and pressed hard against the railing of the roof, trying to scrape off the dried mud back and forth.

"When you came, I prepared a formal suit for you. Go downstairs directly." Seeing this scene, Madam frowned.

……

……

Half an hour later, a pitch-black phantom was driving on the road.

Song Yingji, who had changed into a new outfit, sat in the driver's seat and drove quietly. The speed of the car was not fast, but it drove very steadily.

It is no exaggeration to describe him with a makeover.

With a cropped cut and a black suit, there is a sharp blade texture, especially when he is silent, his face is full of chilling, this temperament is much stronger than those bodyguards chasing in the alleys during the day... This is The difference between a lion and a pet cat.

Song Yingji glanced at the navigation, Lipu Street.

He spoke in a very soft voice, and asked, "Lipu Street, about 10 minutes... Madam is going to meet friends for afternoon tea?"

"Go see a psychiatrist."

The lady sitting in the back seat, hugging her shoulders, was leaning against the window to doze off. She spoke slowly, her voice revealing a little tiredness: "Recently... I can't sleep."

Song Yingji was startled.

"Can't sleep?" He was a little alert, and said, "Are you sure about this kind of problem...the psychiatrist on Lipu Street is helpful?"

"I don't intend to interfere with your decision-making," Song Yingji said in a deep voice, "it's just that your time is so precious... If the other party is just an ordinary person, there's no need to try it."

Insomnia is quite common.

Ordinary psychic superhumans have the ability to hypnotize, and logically speaking, they can solve them. Leaving aside Zhao's own disciples, there are also a lot of spiritual superhumans in the Chengxinhui. With just one hand, you can pick out seven or eight.

"This was recommended by Cui Zhongzhong." Madam rubbed the center of her brows, and said worriedly: "I have found several spiritual systems before, and even the superhumans on the tenth floor of the deep sea didn't see my problem, and I sleep more and more every day. The less there are, the more troubles are getting bigger and bigger, I must cheer up, and I must not lose the chain at this juncture."

After hearing Cui Zhongzhong's name, Song Yingji, who was about to say something, shut up obediently.

Looking at Dadu, there are not many people who can convince him, but this Mr. Cui is one of them.

"On the tenth floor of the deep sea, I didn't see the problem... Could it be that a small Lipu Street hides a transcendent person who is more powerful than the tenth floor's spiritual system?" Song Yingji felt a little weird.

"Unbelievable, isn't it?" Madam supported her forehead, rubbed her slender jade fingers slowly, and said in a dull voice, "If it wasn't for Cui Zhongzhong...I wouldn't believe it...It is said that he is still a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. "

"Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy? The protagonist of the novel isn't that powerful, is he?"

Song Yingji couldn't help laughing, "Could Mr. Cui make a mistake?"

Coincidentally, upon hearing this sentence, an image popped up in Song Yingji's mind...

Seventeen or eighteen years old...boy...

Gu Shen.

As soon as this idea came out, he was immediately rejected.

How could there be such a coincidence in this world!
And no matter how you look at it, Gu Shen doesn't look like the protagonist of a novel.

"In the past ten years, what Cui Zhongcheng said seems to have come true, right?" Madam sat in the back seat, looking at the scenery by the window. It was clear that the sun was shining half an hour ago, but now it is raining lightly outside. Most of them are like this The city is located in the south of the Yangtze River. After autumn, it is often shrouded in rain and fog, making it desolate.

She smiled softly, and said: "Although I really want to see how he made a mistake, I hope this time is no exception."

"Of course...that's Mr. Cui!"

After hearing Cui Zhongzhong's name, Song Yingji's heart was tensed due to worry, and he relaxed for no reason. That man does have the ability to make people relax and trust.

He comforted in a wide voice, "Ma'am, everything will be fine."

The woman had already closed her eyes in the slight jolt, but she hummed softly in her nasal cavity, the voice was like a dream.

The rain beat on the car window, and the soft white noise passed through the glass to the ears, delicate but not noisy.

She rarely fell asleep.

Song Yingji stopped making any noise and silently slowed down the speed of the car so as not to disturb his wife's nap.

"Lipu Street... No. 18..."

He glanced at the destination shown on the navigation, and whispered the strange name of the clinic in his heart.

"Sleep Whisperer."

(End of this chapter)