After exposing the vest, she became a god overnight

Song Jing's complexion was still indifferent, and his thick eyelashes drooped slightly, covering his eyes that had turned evil red and froze violently.

She has been different from other ordinary children since she was a child.

When the grandparents and parents with children in the community are still showing off that their children can talk and recite a Tang poem, she has already completed the elementary school courses by herself and has a photographic memory.

She has no interest in the toys and games that children are interested in. Instead, she learns about traditional Chinese medicine from her grandfather.

Song Jing knew that she had a very early memory, and she basically remembered everything after she was two years old.

Mom and Dad are engaged in research and don't spend much time at home. Instead, she and her grandfather who opened a Chinese medicine clinic stay together every day.

Later, when she was supposed to go to elementary school at the age of six, her parents came back suddenly, and she spent less time going to the institute and more time with her.

Mom and Dad began to teach her western medicine and genetic research, they would accompany her to climb mountains, they would cook for her by themselves, and they would also be called by the teacher to apologize because she hit a classmate at school...

This kind of time lasted until Song Jing was eight years old, and his parents died in an accident on the winding road in Daxi Mountain.

From the disappearance of "Ancient Doctor" and the section of the road where the accident occurred under normal circumstances, Song Jing felt intuitively that her parents' car accident was not an accident at all.

So in the past ten years, she has been investigating the car accident where her parents were in an accident.

Sha Manyin knew it, Yan Yaoyang knew it, and Huo Chengxuan knew it too.

It's just that at the scene of the car accident that year, the parents' bodies were bloody and bloody, and even their faces were so badly smashed that they couldn't see their original appearance.Everything else in the car was in a mess, and everything looked like it was really just a tragic car accident.

Only a medical book "Ancient Medicine" that disappeared inexplicably became the only clue.

Song Jing had thought about whether someone wanted to steal "Ancient Medicine" and deliberately caused a car accident that killed her parents.

She used to track down, just want to find the murderer to avenge her parents.But now it seems that things are not as simple as she thought before.

The death of her parents was indeed a deliberate car accident, but the other party's purpose probably wasn't the "Ancient Medicine" that could be sold at Su's auction house to make money.

"Miss, here we are."

The taxi had stopped for a while, and the taxi driver noticed that Song Jing in the back seat was still sitting still, so he sounded a reminder.

"Thank you." Song Jing returned to his senses, paid and got out of the car.

The place where she got off was the beginning of a section of asphalt road, and the surrounding looked like a huge park, with many metasequoias planted on both sides.

And there is a sign beside the road: Fonton Manor.

So this area is not a huge park, but belongs to the site of Fengdun Manor, all of which belong to Huo Chengxuan's property.

Song Jing took a dagger and two rolls of straps from his backpack, threw the backpack to the side of the road, bit the dagger with his mouth open, and tied his hands with straps deftly and neatly.

She lowered her eyes indifferently, and there was a cold air all over her body.

At night in Fengdun Manor, only the warm yellow street lights beside the asphalt road were still on. Song Jingdao walked in front of a wrought iron gate at the end of the asphalt road with a blank expression while holding a dagger.

There were already bodyguards waiting behind the Iron Art Gate, and when they saw Song Jing arriving, they stepped forward to open the Iron Art Gate, "Miss Song, Mr. is waiting... ah!"

The bodyguard's neck was pierced by a dagger, and he died with a scream.

Song Jing pushed away the corpse in his hands, like a demon coming to the world, seeing gods and killing gods, seeing ghosts and ghosts!

Huo Chengxuan stood at the window on the third floor, watching the girls in the yard start killing with daggers in their hands.

"Sir, don't you need to stop Miss Song?" the subordinates behind him asked cautiously.

"She is angry, let her vent." Huo Chengxuan turned his white wrist like jade, and gently shook the red wine glass in his hand, his gaze was always on Song Jing in the courtyard.

In the past few years, she hasn't lost any of the things he taught her, and she has used them more skillfully and neatly than before.

What a relief.

The subordinates looked at their own boss as if enjoying a stage play, with a happy face, and dared not say anything more.

In order to make Ms. Song angry, Ms. Song won't be angry if so many elite subordinates fall into Ms. Song's hands.

"Let them not keep their hands."

I was surprised, sir, what does this mean?What if their subordinates really killed Miss Song?

"They are no match for her."

Song Jing is too clear about the structure of the human body, all of them are killed in one move, neat and decisive, without consuming any extra effort.

Huo Chengxuan liked Song Jing who started killing like this.

He watched the blood stain Song Jing's white T-shirt little by little, splash on Song Jing's fair and beautiful cheeks, and stain the white hand-wrap around Song Jing's hands red.

The blood turned Song Jing little by little into his favorite bloody rose, which was extremely beautiful.

The subordinates did not dare to question Huo Chengxuan's order, so they picked up the walkie-talkie and issued an order to all the bodyguards wearing bluetooth headsets, "Sir, I ordered you not to keep your hands. Whether you can survive Miss Song's knife depends on your own ability."

The bodyguards, who were still restrained and dare not really do anything to Song Jing, got an order and finally let go, but unfortunately it still didn't help.

In the end, no one dared to approach Song Jing, who was covered in blood, but surrounded her from a distance.

Song Jing held the bloody dagger and looked up at the French windows on the third floor of the villa.

The blood-stained eyes were filled with evil red and bloodlust.

Huo Chengxuan smiled at her from a distance, opened his mouth and said silently: Are you done venting?

Song Jing could understand what he said from the words on his lips, slowly raised his hand and raised his middle finger at him, and said coldly: "Get down and die!"

Huo Chengxuan smiled again, seemingly very happy.

He handed the red wine glass in his hand to the subordinate behind him, turned around and went downstairs to the courtyard.

He had already changed from his white shirt in the evening to a soft silk shirt with a high tie and lace, and a pair of cotton trousers of the same color on his lower body.

A head of golden long hair has been untied, casually scattered behind her.

He might have been looking at documents earlier, which would make him even wear a pair of rimless rose gold glasses, making him look like a very refined scum.

"Sir!" All the subordinates were shocked when they saw Huo Chengxuan walking towards Song Jing unsuspectingly.

Huo Chengxuan didn't care, walked up to Song Jing with a smile, raised his hand and gently wiped off a trace of blood on her cheek with his fingertips, "Are you tired? Rest for a while before continuing?"

Song Jing raised the dagger and slashed at his finger, Huo Chengxuan smiled and withdrew his hand, unscathed.

Huo Chengxuan shook his head with a smile, "You have such a temper, who else can indulge you like this except me."

"Where did the photo come from?" Song Jing didn't pay any attention to what he said, his voice was cold and deep, and asked bloody.

"Want to know the authenticity of the photo?" Huo Chengxuan was not angry at her ignorance, "Accompany me to a funeral tomorrow. I will tell you after the funeral is over."