Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Pray for the light to come up soon.

Song Jing sat quietly leaning against the bed, listening to the sound of branches outside the house beating wildly against the wall, the whistling sound of the wind was so obvious, it seemed to be heralding something, maybe it was just an accompaniment.

"What exactly are you going to do?" Song Jing said quietly, already having a guess in her heart, but suddenly didn't want to confirm it, "If Hongli is needed, she should be here by now."

"Song Jing," with a charming smile on her lips, "What do you think?"

Song Jing's eyes were cold, and the slender pupils were filled with coldness. He looked straight at Lian Yun: "If you harm him, I want you Yaoyue to teach people to be silent."

Seen by Song Jing's eyes, Lian Yun suddenly felt cold.

Only when the young master is silently laughing, can I feel the icy cold, the cold that frostbites my whole body, now under Song Jing's eyes, I can clearly feel it, as if I am on the verge of death.

He turned his head to hide his trembling lips and panicked pupils, and said in an unsteady voice: "How did you guess our plan?"

"Feeling." Song Jing sighed leisurely, "Su You's mood is unstable now, for Shu Jinxiu, it's probably... easy to kill, right?"

"Su You is such a powerful person, and he has such a reputation among the people. This is a great opportunity to get rid of him. No one will give up, right?" Song Jing's eyes were cold, as if he had seen through everything, "You really won't let me leave? "

"Not yet..." Lian Yun was replying when suddenly a dazzling silver-white light slashed down like a sharp sword outside the window. The eyes of several people suddenly went blank, and they temporarily lost their vision. deafening.

"Rumble rumble—"

The room seemed to be "creaked" by the thunder, trembling slightly, the dust on the beams fell rustlingly, and the roof suddenly "cracked" with the sound of water falling.

Rush and dense.

It's raining.

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain.

The continuous flashes of lightning flickered the faces of several people, making it unpredictable.

Lian Yun suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine now."

His eyes were tactful and he smiled: "The young master said that if it rains, Mr. Song can leave. We will not stop you."

He pulled Xiao Yue out of the way, indicating that Song Jing would be unimpeded.

Song Jing got up, and suddenly laughed at herself: "I was wrong before. Shu Jinxiu's goal from the beginning to the end was not me. Otherwise, why did he choose the day of the wedding to let Hongli come to find me? He clearly knows, If this is the case, Hongli is under the control of the Vipers and Scorpions, and it will be difficult to get in touch with again."

"He chose the wedding because of Su You, right?" Song Jing's eyes fell on Lian Yun's face, as if looking for clues, "To disturb his mind?"

Lian Yun bent his lips and smiled: "Maybe you can collect the corpse now."

Song Jing's pale cheeks turned pale, and he calmed down a little. He quickly pushed the door out, and heard Lian Yun's cold voice behind him with a smile, slightly mocking: "Captain Scorpion, do you want an umbrella? It's raining heavily outside. .”

Without looking back, Song Jing rushed into the dense rain curtain, a transparent protective cover appeared on her body, and the raindrops hit it, splashing out a circular outline.

Su You, don't be impatient, don't lose your composure, even if I'm gone, you have to keep calm.

Shu Jinxiu is on par with you, so don't lose to him.

Song Jing ran towards the imperial city.

If everyone is looking for him, then Su Jiang is the only one who is qualified to enter the imperial city and needs to be found in a fair and honest manner.

Therefore, the direction of the imperial city must be within the scope of Su Jiang's responsibility.

Song Jing stepped on the jade cutting knife under her feet, and rose to the sky above the capital city amidst lightning and thunder. She used her spiritual eyes to carefully look at every inch of land she passed, hoping to find Su Jiang's location.

Where?Where?

I can't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power at all, so the battle hasn't started yet?Or is it over?

Let Shu Jinxiu say with confidence, "It's raining, Mr. Song can leave", so he must be very confident, right?

But Su Jiang, he is Su Jiang, the genius Su Jiang who is admired by the world and treated differently by monks, is amazingly talented, not inferior to Su Jinxiu of Shu Jinxiu.

Song Jing's fingertips began to tremble slightly before he noticed it, and the uneasy intuition in his heart had already revealed the answer, but he just told himself that he couldn't believe it.

I should trust Su Jiang, shouldn't I?

The heavy rain washes away all smells, including the smell of blood.

Under the scouring and burial of the rain, the world was hazy, the dark sky, the extinguished lights, the capital was completely dark, and there was no light at all.

The pitch-black blade of the Jade Cutting Knife seemed to melt into the surrounding night, and suddenly fell towards the street.

"Little wolf..." Song Jing shouted loudly, "Little wolf, I'm here."

In the empty street, the little wolf was like a puppet, walking slowly step by step, without propping up the protective cover, and his whole body was washed away by the pouring rain, as if he would fall to the ground in the next second.

Song Jing quickly ran over to hug the little wolf, the little wolf's whole body was dripping water, and when he hugged him, he felt a bone-chilling cold, ice-like temperature.

The light of the lightning hit the little wolf's face, and his face became paler and paler, his lips had been frozen black, only the silvery white flame imprint on his forehead seemed to be imbued with vitality, it seemed to be burning fiercely, majestic The breath rushed towards his face, almost suffocating.

Little Wolf just raised his eyes to look at Song Jing, then his body went limp, his voice was weak, whispering like a mosquito: "Brother Xiaojing...Young Lord..."

What's up with him?

Song Jing hugged the unconscious little wolf, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her eyes gradually turned to the darkness, which seemed to be an endless street in the distance.

Su Jiang, is there you in the direction over there?

Holding the little wolf in her arms, Song Jing walked slowly towards the dark street, her thoughts suddenly felt a little dazed and blank, what would she see?

What will you see?

The vague unknown is like a huge trap of choosing people to love. Song Jing walked forward step by step, stepping on water splashes under her feet, thunder bursts in her ears, and the ferocious pounding of rain was connected together. Perhaps, the answer is right in front of her eyes.

076 You must be strong

Lightning strikes a blinding white light, and in the dark rainy night, the eaves and walls around are flickering, like a gloomy Abi hell, frightening every step of the way.

Song Jing stood inside the protective cover, seemingly completely isolated from the surrounding environment, but those slender eyes seemed to have broken through the barrier of space, staring blankly into the darkness ahead.

"Su... You..." He spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, but before his voice could travel far, he was drowned in the rumbling thunderstorm by the pouring rain.

Holding the little wolf in his arms, he stepped forward step by step. A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the pale light illuminated the entire capital in an instant.

Red clothes, black hair, pale face, lying on the empty street, washed by the heavy rain.

This scene was deeply engraved in Song Jing's mind, like an instant imprint. After the lightning passed, in the dark night, the shocking scene shook all over his eyes.

That face-

Song Jing's figure suddenly drifted, and in the next second, she appeared next to the position where the man was lying.

Quickly squatting down, he raised his hand to touch the man's neck. Song Jing couldn't help shivering from the cold touch, her fingertips were silent, without the slightest vibration of life. The coldness and stiffness seemed to be contagious. Passed to Song Jing's fingertips, arms, and body.

For a moment, Song Jing felt in a trance that her heart, like the person in front of her, suddenly stopped beating.

An inexplicable emotion suddenly emerged in my heart, as if gushing out, with a fierce and irreversible momentum, it submerged my heart fiercely, my chest was sore and uncomfortable, as if something was about to break out of my body.

Unconsciously hugging the little wolf even tighter, Song Jing pursed his lips without making a sound, he felt that if he opened his mouth now, the sharp and uncomfortable emotions in his chest would definitely be vented, maybe, he would look like a woman, Crying badly.

But now is not the time to cry.

Lightning flashed again, and Su Jiang's soft and handsome face on the ground was drenched in the rain, and her long black hair was scattered and rippling softly in the ground water.

He closed his eyes, and those eyes that made people feel gentle and indulging when looking at people were no longer there, and there was an apologetic smile on his lips, a little helpless, a little doting, as if to say: "I'm sorry, Xiao Jing, I can't take care of you. You." Same thing.

Against the pale skin, the scarlet gown looked shocking.

Song Jing's fingertips trembled, and she slowly retracted them. Her slender eyes were empty, and she couldn't see any emotion.

"So, I hate red the most." He stood up slowly, his head suddenly felt dizzy and confused, "Su You, you look best in white. This kind of red makes people feel uncomfortable." Comfortable."

I still remember the first time I saw Su Jiang.

On the flower-picking table, the beauty is separated from the flower end.

That was when he raised his head and saw a person flying towards Yujian from far away in the sky, dressed in white, with a graceful figure, as if flying in a light smoke and soft moon, with a luxurious temperament.

With bright aptitude and clear and elegant eyebrows, when I look at it, I think of the misty mist in Fengrou's diary.

Instead of lying in the rain, disheveled, like a dilapidated doll.

Su You said to everyone, "He is with me." To himself, he said to himself, "Life and death are inseparable, talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand, and grow old with you.".

He stood up, his face paler than ever, reflected in the pale and dazzling lightning.

The thin lips slowly evoked a sneer, with a trembling voice: "What are you talking about, life and death, life and death, and life and death, how can you and I be in charge."

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