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She subconsciously touched her pocket, because Song Xingyue's remnant soul was close to the main soul, and it was dragged by the sound of the bell, and she couldn't help but admire it.

This bastard is indeed a lunatic.

He is so courageous, not only came by himself, but also came together with the Soul Calling Bell, is it because everyone doesn't know the Soul Calling Bell and is blind?

Situ Feiqing in the mourning hall, after offering incense to Song Xingyue, bowed deeply to Song Ningsheng and the family members of the deceased with a solemn expression, and said, "Mr. Song, Mrs. Song, everyone's condolences."

Song Ning gave birth to them and returned the gift, thanking him for coming.

When Situ Feiqing straightened up, he raised his head, looked outside, met Song Yu's gaze, nodded slightly, and raised his left hand, shaking the little black bell tied to his wrist.

Song Yu's eyes just flickered on the bell, and he also slightly curled his lips towards him, and nodded his head in greeting.

fuck.

How arrogant!

Today, Situ Feiqing was wearing a black suit, which complemented his whole body even more. His skin was so white and transparent, and his appearance was so beautiful and coquettish that it gave people a devastating visual impact.

Many young girls who came to express their condolences would unconsciously keep their eyes on him, looking for acquaintances, and inquiring about his identity.

His appearance is too eye-catching, and his iconic hair is also too eye-catching. Someone recognized him at a glance. He is Song Yu's friend. He came to Song Ruoling's engagement banquet last time.

As for his name and identity, no one really knows.

soon.

Situ Feiqing left the mourning hall and walked towards Song Yu.

The girls who were interested in him and eager to try, didn't have the nerve to go up to him to ask for his contact information, after all, it was at the funeral.

Song Yu let go of Song Ze's hand and said, "Go find your uncle."

Song Ze ran away obediently, and when he passed by Situ Feiqing, he politely called Uncle Situ, and then ran to the mourning hall with short legs.

Situ Feiqing turned her head, watched the little guy walk away, and then said to Song Yu: "Zebao is getting cuter and cuter."

Song Yu smiled, nodded, and moved closer to him.

"Miss Song, I've also heard about Ling Jie's matter. It's really a pity." Situ Feiqing shook his head sadly, looked at her and said, "My condolences to you too."

Song Yu suddenly turned to him, smiled, and approached him in a split second, with the magic sword condensed from her spiritual power in his hand, and pierced straight into his heart in a low, mocking voice The sneer: "I will thank you, uncle!"

Son of a bitch.

go to hell!

Situ Feiqing only felt a sharp pain in his heart, his eyes widened in astonishment, he looked at her in disbelief, then lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the magic sword stuck in his chest.

Because his soul was burned, his handsome face, which had become sinister and ferocious, suddenly evoked a ghostly smile, and his seductive voice carried a smile full of interest: "Interesting."

She knows magic.

She actually knows mystical skills.

And the grade is still very high!

He has always only known that her medical skills are like a god, but he didn't know that her profound art has already reached the realm of entering the room.

"I don't care who you are." Song Yu smiled sarcastically, with a wicked publicity, and said word by word: "You! Dead! Decided!!"

The moment the dharma sword stabbed down, she clearly felt another soul trembling.

It turned out that he was not using mental power or hypnosis to control Situ Feiqing, but using his own soul to control this body.

Situ Feiqing's smile was like a coquettish poppy flower in full bloom, and he pressed his lips against her ear, and said in a low voice: "I knew that you are so interesting, you won't die easily, admit defeat."

This kind of unexpected surprise and the excitement of meeting his opponent made him feel the throbbing most.

His soul was trembling.

It's been a long, long time, and I haven't felt this way.

She is really, so interesting, she is the second such interesting person besides his children in his life.

"Then should I thank you for thinking of me so highly and wanting to kill me again and again." Song Yu could feel that the magic sword was burning, suppressing his soul, and imprinting her design on his soul. under the imprint.

"Your spiritual power is very strong, and your dharma sword is very powerful." Situ Feiqing laughed softly, curling up one corner of his lips, making him look more and more mysterious like a demon god: "But want to It's not enough to kill me."

After he finished speaking, his fingers suddenly caught the blade.

Bang.

There was a crisp cracking sound that could only be heard by the two of them in the air, and the magic sword was also broken into two at this moment.

The moment Song Yu's hand was out of the air, the expression in his eyes froze, and he poured spiritual power into it extremely calmly. The magic sword solidified the blade at a speed visible to the naked eye, and stabbed at him again.

But his soul, also at this moment, suddenly broke away from Situ Feiqing's body, and a half-cut blade was still inserted in the soul's heart.

Song Yu's pupils constricted suddenly, looking at the blurred soul in front of him, he didn't face his opponent again.

When the dharma sword pierced the air, she already knew what was going to happen next, and it was impossible to catch him again, so she pulled her hand to get the soul calling bell on Situ Feiqing's wrist.

In front of her eyes, a demonic wind blew past and rolled up the snow on the surrounding roadsides. There was a gust of white snow flying in front of her eyes, temporarily blocking her vision.

The soul calling bell made a crisp sound of jingling bells.

His soul, domineering and cruel, pulled Song Xingyue's soul out of the soul summoning bell, and quickly disappeared with her twisted, screaming soul.

in the air.

Only she can hear his words.

His coquettish and ghostly voice is full of joy and pain, and it is obvious that he has gradually weakened: "Song Yu, you are really interesting, we will definitely meet again, I hope you can still bring me enough surprise."

Hey!

Song Yu's eyes were cold, he clenched the dharma sword in his hand, looked at the place where they disappeared, only hated that he hadn't practiced the secret art of heaven and earth well yet, and let him run away!

The commotion they made only happened in a few tens of seconds.

At first, few of the onlookers paid attention to them at all, until Situ Feiqing's body, because the soul controlling him suddenly left, fell heavily to the ground with a bang.

The people around just looked this way, but they didn't know what happened, they just looked at Situ Feiqing, and Song Yu standing in front of him in a daze.

Feeling the gazes from all around, Song Yu calmly put away the magic sword in his hand, squatted in front of Situ Feiqing, and called him: "Mr. Situ, Mr. Situ, are you okay!"

She shouted and clasped his wrist with her hand.

It was also at this time that Song Xingfeng quickly ran over with Song Ze in his arms, and asked anxiously, "Little sister, how are you?"