Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Feeling more and more heavy, Song Jing choked her neck and couldn't say a word anymore, she just stared at Su Jiang in a daze, and found that things changed so quickly.

Not at all, don't believe it's true.

A voice in my heart kept saying, Su You is not dead, really not dead.

How can a person who is so alive—who is obviously so powerful—like this, lying so vulnerable on the icy street.

Taking a deep breath, Song Jing closed her eyes, now, you have to be calm and strong.

Su Jiang is dead, and there are still many things to solve by herself... and the little wolf... Sometimes, people who are too rational want to cry for real, want to be completely It is a luxury to fully vent your feelings.

Song Jing looked down at the little wolf, as if this would bring more courage and strength.

"Little wolf?" Song Jing suddenly exclaimed, the little wolf in his hand, at some point, his aura has become so weak that there is only a thread left, his whole body is cold, it seems that if he touches it hard again, he will lose his life immediately.

What's going on today?It seems that all misfortunes follow one after another.

There is still a trace of clarity in my mind, knowing what to do and what not to do now.This kind of sobriety can't help but make people feel the pain more clearly. It's better to follow the emotions chaotically and indulge yourself.

Song Jing clenched her fists, and waved her hand to support Su Jiang with a protective shield, as if giving herself a reason to escape, lightly glanced at the man's gentle eyebrows, turned and left ruthlessly.

The most important thing now is to save the little wolf's life.Song Jing heard the sound of blood dripping from his heart, like a knife cutting.Be yourself, be strong.

Su Jiang left, and the little wolf couldn't be allowed to leave like this.

Su Jiang's body was asked to be taken back to the mansion by others, and since the little wolf is still alive, he must do his best to protect him.

Little wolf, you can't die. If you leave too, I don't know... Song Jing closed her eyes fiercely, forcing the steam back into her eyes. If you leave like Su Jiang, I don't know Can you be strong.

It turned out that I was so fragile.

After Song Jing turned and left, in the shadow of the eaves, a beautiful man in red suddenly appeared. His alluring appearance showed a strange charm in the suddenly bright and dark streets, like a king who ruled the darkness, walking gracefully With a steady pace, he walked to Su Jiang who was lying on the ground.

"He also saw your last face, now you can use it for me with peace of mind." He smiled lowly, and a strange black flower appeared on his white fingertips.

The flower has five petals and sways slightly, bewitching people's sight.

It was the Western Zuihua that fell off Tantai Chunshui's body.

The flower fell from between the fingers, gently smashed the protective shield supported by Song Jing, and landed on Su Jiang's forehead.

"A pure person." Shu Jinxiu giggled, "Except for Tantai Chunshui who is a purely sad person, this summer solstice, only you are a pure and gentle person. It's just for pregnancy Raise this nearly completed Western drunken flower."

In the dark night, her bright red lips looked like a demon fed on fresh blood. Shu Jinxiu squinted her wine-red eyes and smiled slightly, everything was under control.

077 There Is Under the Sky

The torrential rain was like unstoppable tears pouring on the ground, as if to let the world understand the pain. Thunder and lightning tore holes in the sky, and the ink-like sky was full of scars.

Huangfu Gange stayed at the mansion, waiting anxiously at the gate.

The big red lantern at the door had already been blown to an unknown corner by the strong wind. The rain curtain was hung on the eaves, separating the two sides of the world, and the damp water vapor permeated everywhere. Even Huangfu standing under the eaves, his clothes were already covered with water vapor. Dizzy, wet and cold, standing in place, the body temperature gradually disappeared, deprived by the weather.

Very ominous weather, very ominous feeling.

It's like the heaven and the earth are mourning together, making everything depressed.

Huangfu raised his hand to caress his heart, suddenly felt uneasy, did something happen to him?Is it... Song Jing?

Suddenly there was a piercing sound at the end of the street, Huangfu Gange was overjoyed, the aura was so familiar - looking up, the pale Song Jing was already standing in front of him.

Holding the drenched little wolf in his arms, he had obviously passed out.

"You escaped?" Huangfu Gange said so quickly for the first time, "What's wrong with the little wolf? Come in with me, Bai Langying is already waiting inside, just in case."

He hurriedly turned and walked in, but his wrist was grabbed by a cold and scary hand.The icy temperature made him feel cold in his heart, and he shivered involuntarily.

Turning to look at Song Jing: "What are you delaying..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly. Huangfu looked into Song Jing's eyes with a dry throat, and suddenly felt his heart ache. His dark eyes were trembling, trembling helplessly, uncontrollably sad, but with strong support Stubborn and strong, clear and self-aware, with the power to appease others.

Fool.

At this moment, Huangfu wanted to give Song Jing the address he had always given to Lou Lanci. Such a conflicted look in his eyes must be shown by someone with a conflict in his heart.

If you are sad, you are miserable.If you despair, you mourn.If you are too weak to support yourself, allow yourself to be weak temporarily.

Forcibly supporting and resisting, but also to appease others, do you want yourself to be on the verge of final collapse?

"What's the matter?" Huangfu Gange heard his own voice weak, "What happened?"

Song Jing raised her hand and pointed her fingertips at the dark street, expressionless: "Go in this direction. You will meet Su You. Please, help me bring him back."

Huangfu was stunned, his eyes fell to the end of the dark abyss-like street, and suddenly he realized that it was not so easy to keep an expressionless face.Tears slowly filled his eyes, he already realized what happened, such a good Prince You...

He glanced at Song Jing's angry little wolf: "Bai Langying is in Baili's bedroom, you go by yourself, I will definitely bring Su Jiang back to you."

When the flowers fell, Huangfu rushed into the rain curtain quickly, his body seemed to melt into the dark street in the heavy rain, and he just threw it in, and disappeared without a trace.

Song Jing stopped looking at him and continued to run towards the mansion.

"Bai Langying, something happened to the little wolf, prepare for treatment." Before the person arrived, Song Jing's voice had already rang out throughout the mansion. His voice was as strong as steel, and it seemed to be able to support the entire world.

When they arrived at the room, everyone had already gathered in front of Bai Li's room, and Bai Langying was the only one in the room.

He quickly stepped forward to pick up the little wolf, quickly checked the little wolf with his fingers, his eyes were serious: "The mental shock is huge, the memory is disordered, the body is weak, and the coldness of the heavy rain enters the body... The most serious thing is the Big Dipper ban." Art counterattack..."

"It's because the inheritance time has passed, and now his life is preserved by my medical skills." Bai Langying put the little wolf on the bed, and the bone needles from his fingertips flew out, covering the little wolf's body. Then he turned his head and said to Song Jing , "The life that continues now will also be exhausted. The current plan is to go to Beidou as soon as possible to obtain a formal inheritance."

Song Jing was silent for a while, then said softly: "Is there no other way? A little wolf like this won't be able to get the inheritance if he goes to Beidou, right?"

"This is the only way." Bai Langying said seriously, "It is impossible for my medical skills to go against the sky, and let people without a heart live forever."

"If you don't go to the Big Dipper, you're dead. If you go to the Big Dipper, there might be hope." Bai Langying looked at the increasingly vivid silver-white flame imprint on the little wolf's forehead, "I always feel that the little wolf's memory is about to recover. "

"Really?" Song Jing no longer had the strength to be surprised or surprised or anything else, he only knew that the life of the little wolf was a race against time, and there was no need to delay it.

"Go and tell Feiyang, prepare the carriage, I want to take Little Wolf to Beidou." Song Jing stared at the ground, speaking loudly, "People of Beidou, whoever dares to compete with Little Wolf for that heart, I will kill him. "

"It's really domineering." Bai Langying chuckled, "The speed of the carriage should not be too fast, the little wolf's body can no longer bear such a fast speed."

He turned around and walked out, not trying to stop Song Jing's approach.If Bai Li was like Little Wolf, he would be like Song Jing.

"Get ready, you can leave within a stick of incense." Bai Langying closed the door, "I wish you good luck."

Song Jing narrowed her eyes and smiled, her thin lips were pursed together in a slight arc, so far away?I don't need those.

Slowly walking in front of the little wolf, the little wolf's chest was bullied weakly, as if he would stop in the next second, he reached out to touch the little wolf's hair, and smiled warmly, little wolf, don't be afraid, you won't die , there is me under the sky, with me, I will definitely protect you to live a good life.

Looking up her face, the long-lost two lines of tears slowly rolled down her pale face, fell on the quilt, blurred, and disappeared.

On the roof, standing silently in the heavy rain, the man is silent like an eternal sculpture, his sunken eyes are as deep as a mystery, and his haggard look has another meaning of toughness, without holding up the protective cover, So the silver-white hair was completely wet, and the rain was flowing down, wrapping his thin body.

He just raised his head slightly in that posture, which strangely merged with Song Jing's posture in the room, but he couldn't tell the difference, and there were no tears left on his face that was soaked by the heavy rain.

Perhaps, he is just so lonely, a person's posture