Villain [Rebirth]

In the afternoon of this day, Song Qi rushed to the head of the Jiang family like a cannonball, ready to fight.

My mother said earlier that she should not study for more than an hour, and the child should be allowed to rest.

Song Qi had been waiting for more than an hour, but the southern gentleman was still studying in the study.

It must be this bad uncle who wants to exhaust the gentlemen of the south.

Song Qi wants to fight for his good brother!

Song Qi looked up at the little bun's face, looking at the bad uncle of the Jiang family who was not angry and pretentious, the more he looked, the more guilty he became, and he broke his work with one mouth, and said in a crying voice: "Jiang should rest!"

Jiang Duyun looked down at the little chubby man in front of him, keeping his expression on.

Song Qi immediately whispered listlessly: "Just take a rest, is that okay?"

Jiang Duyun didn't hold back, he chuckled, and asked the little fat man, "You've been waiting in the flower hall until now?"

Song Qi quickly nodded.

"Why don't you go and play with your other brothers?" Jiang Duyun, who is usually reticent, somehow felt that the fat boy was really cute, so he deliberately teased him.

"I also went to play with my cousin!" Song Qi denied the special treatment of the little southern gentleman.

Jiang Duyun pursed his lips and smiled: "Then why do you like playing with Ci Feng the most?"

Song Qi's whole little bun's face was stunned!

It was actually spotted by the bad uncle!

Could it be that his sympathy for the gentlemen in the south is so obvious?

"I don't have a favorite." Song Qi lowered her head in embarrassment, and lied, "I just like it a little bit."

After speaking, he looked up at the bad uncle to see if he believed it or not.

Jiang Duyun laughed loudly, bent over and squeezed Song Qi's chubby face, and said in defeat, "Okay, I'll ask Ci Feng for you."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves and walked to the side hall, pushed open the door, but he didn't see his son's figure at a glance, after searching carefully, he found a small piece of his son's sleeve exposed behind the antique shelf.

The kid actually hid.

Jiang Duyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he really couldn't think of why his son with a strong personality would coddle behind the cabinet to avoid the little fat boy of the Song family who was one and a half years younger than him.

Two days ago Song Qi came to play with his son, although he was a bit reluctant, he did not resist, today's situation is really abnormal.

Jiang Duyun thought over and over again, decided not to force his son, turned around and went back to the living room, and told Song Qi: "Ci Feng is tired from studying and is resting, you can come back sometime."

Song Qi's bright eyes suddenly dimmed: "Is Jiang asleep?"

Jiang Duyun could only lie for his son: "Yes, already fast asleep."

In the study in the side hall, Jiang Cifeng quietly ran to the back of the door and leaned against the door panel, eavesdropping on his father's conversation with the little fat boy of the Song family.

The little fat man didn't want to leave, but he couldn't find an excuse to wake him up, and muttered something in a low voice outside.

Jiang Cifeng tensed up, thinking that if the little fat man forced his way in, he would jump out of the window.

But that's weird.

Why is he afraid of this little fat man?

This is not fear, he corrected this wrong statement in his heart.

This is not to seek each other in different ways.

Frankly speaking, he doesn't know what to do now.

He brought back the small flying dragon wood carving last night, so he should show it to his father immediately.

It is a big taboo to collect sculptures of evil creatures like flying dragons. If you are a member of Yueyan Mountain, you will inevitably be punished. As for the rules of the Song family in Longyin Mountain, I am not sure.

Just because he didn't know, Jiang Cifeng didn't dare to hand over the criminal evidence to his father.

What is he afraid of?

He stood in front of his father last night, with the wood carving hidden in his sleeve pocket, and tried to take it out several times.

The strange thing is that every time he touches the flying dragon wooden sculpture in his sleeve pocket, the image of the little fat man of the Song family being spanked by his father on his lap will suddenly appear in his mind, tearing him down.

It was that scene that made the wood carvings in the sleeves burn Jiang Cifeng's fingertips like tongs.

He made up his mind again and again, and withdrew his hand again and again, not daring to hand over the evil evidence to his father.

This has never happened before.

The Jiang family's family precepts do not allow Jiang Cifeng to cover anyone, no matter how fat he is.

No, it's not about being fat.

He didn't file a complaint because of... why?

The little gentleman in the south who has always been calm is in a mess.

Suddenly, he keenly caught the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door.

He could tell from the frequency of the footsteps that it was the little fat man coming.

He hastily reached for the door.

The little fat man outside the door didn't push the door, or even knock on it.

Song Qi didn't intend to go in, and kept the same posture as Jiang Cifeng at the moment, pressing the little bun's face against the door, listening to the movement inside.

He wanted to hear if the gentleman in the south had woken up.

Song Qi hadn't seen Jiang for one night and one morning, and even the puppy Xiong Jing in the yard was so lonely that he was about to cry.

No sound.

A door with a child hanging from each end.

The taller and thinner child frowned with a serious face, while the short and chubby child opened his small mouth with an expectant expression.

"Jiang?"

The little fat man of the Song family suddenly yelled very softly.

Jiang Cifeng's body tensed up, as if waiting to slip away.

"I'm still at the Great Demon King's house." Song Qi reminded the door in a low voice.

He didn't know that Jiang Cifeng was standing across the door from him. He was actually entertaining himself, and whispered shamelessly to the door: "Wait for you to pick me up, big hero! Hehe!"

At the other end, Jiang Cifeng's eyes suddenly widened. He was stunned for a long time, then turned around, leaned his back against the door lightly, and looked down at his toes.

Outside the door, the little fatty of the Song family finally ran away.

Jiang Cifeng seemed to have made up his mind. He moved the chair to the Bogu rack, climbed up on the chair, tiptoed and reached for the top of the rack.

He found the little flying dragon wood carving hidden on the top of the shelf, jumped off the chair, walked to a potted plant in the corner of the room, dug up the soil with his bare hands, and buried the little flying dragon wood carving Song Qi had given him.

His heart was beating fast, his face was pale, and he looked like he was hiding a corpse.

Before the soil was firmly buried, my father's voice came in——

"The little guy is gone."

"Okay!" Jiang Cifeng hurriedly turned around to block the potted plants, and looked at his father as if facing a formidable enemy.

Jiang Duyun opened the door and walked in, looking at his son with searching eyes: "You don't want to tell me something?"

The expression on Jiang Cifeng's face was as if someone had killed someone to bury a corpse and was knocked straight: "What did you say?"

"Tell me why you are afraid of the younger brother of the Song family?" Fortunately, Jiang Duyun didn't see his son's extraordinary horror.

Jiang Cifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Duyun smiled, this kind of old-fashioned sigh appeared on his six-year-old son, which felt very interesting.

Jiang Cifeng bowed his head and thought for a while, then replied: "Brother Song Xian is too hospitable."

"It doesn't sound like a disadvantage, it's just that you haven't gotten used to it yet."

Jiang Cifeng said indifferently, "Just stay for two months."

"You only stayed for a few days, and you counted the days to go back? Why don't you try to accept Song Qi's friendship? The peers in the family are much older than you, you should get along with children of the same age."

"Song Qi is only five years old." Jiang Cifeng disagreed with the word "same age".

Jiang Duyun smiled and said: "At your father's age, the difference of one year can be regarded as a gap that has to be bridged."

"It's just insurmountable." Jiang Cifeng lowered his head and said in a low voice, "He's too young to be sensible."

"Song Qi offended you?"

"No."

"Then where did you say that?"

"Song Qi likes some... very bad things."

Jiang Duyun became curious, stepped forward and looked at his son: "Very bad thing? What is it?"

Jiang Ci's limelight was even lower.

"Ci Feng, answer me." Jiang Duyun ordered sternly: "What bad things does Song Qi like?"

Jiang Cifeng looked up at his father, opened his mouth, finally lowered his head, and whispered nonsense: "Garlic is wrapped in pancakes."

Accidentally spoke the truth.

At dinner, Song Qi asked someone to prepare a small bowl of minced garlic and served it on the table.

Minced garlic is simply the most versatile condiment in the world, Song Qi has loved to eat it since he was a child.

Jiang Ciyan rejected Song Qi's suggestion to take a spoonful.

"You don't like minced garlic?" Song Qi asked the little girl.

Jiang Ciyan nodded: "This seasoning tastes so strange."

Song Qi said regretfully: "You should try it, your brother likes to eat this very much."

Jiang Ciyan was surprised and said, "My brother doesn't like garlic!"

Song Qi gave the little girl a look of "It seems that you don't know him well enough".

Jiang Ciyan devoted himself to asking for advice on the exercises and didn't argue with him. He was anxious to ask him how he could tell where Senior Brother Ji was practicing.

Song Qi didn't make a fool of himself, he explained in detail the flaws that the little Taoist master revealed in every move, as well as the basis for inferring his cultivation position.

Jiang Ciyan became more and more admirable as he listened, and asked Song Qi with admiration if there was any way for her to pass the examination and go to Longyin Mountain to help.

Song Qi didn't answer this question, but instead asked: "Who told you that Longyin Mountain needs help?"

"It's a letter from the eagle sent by Feng Huigu." After all, Jiang Ciyan was young, so he casually told Song Qi about such a big event, "It is said that all the members of the Song clan disappeared overnight. It shows that it is very likely that Song's eldest son murdered the entire Song family."

Although Song Qi was already used to this rumor, he still wanted to sneer when he heard it, but he held back and patiently said to Jiang Ciyan: "I heard that Song's eldest son decided not to practice Taoism and martial arts because of some things in his early years. In the Song family, they are equivalent to useless people, how can they kill the whole family of the second immortal sect today?"

Jiang Ciyan was still young, so he didn't quite understand the entanglement of grievances and grievances. It was just that yesterday he heard his brothers talk about the Song family brother.

I heard that after the mother of Song's eldest son passed away, his father married the third lady of the Duan family to continue his marriage. The elder brother of the Song family did not get along with his stepmother, but his father protected his stepmother.

In a fit of rage, the Song family brother murdered the Dragon Shou clansmen, and then went to Fenghuigu to assassinate several Duan family members to vent his anger.

Now, members of the Duan clan are chasing and killing Song's eldest son everywhere.

This is really terrible, what kind of grievances can make the Song family brother attack his own people?

Song Qi thought the same way, no matter how big the enmity was, those were his clansmen after all.

He admitted that he did not get along with his stepmother back then, but at the age of 15, he had no cultivation base and was equivalent to a useless person in Xianmen. Even if he really wanted to kill someone, he didn't have the ability to do so.

It's only because he was young and energetic at that time, he was alone and couldn't find a clansman, and he had nowhere to seek revenge and nowhere to redress his grievances. After being cornered by the chaser, he secretly unsealed a flying dragon in Longyin Mountain in his previous life, and even more so. He was convicted of Yulong's murder.

A silver-white flying dragon, extremely beautiful, is Song Qi's General Sirius.