Who kidnapped the president's baby brother

The sky is heavy, there may be dawn, and it is also covered by night fog.

Xinhe Lanting has been under construction for some time after reassessment and safety rectification. The site is well sealed, and the noise inside can hardly be heard outside the separation wall.

Song Yanhe hid his figure, stepped up to the top of the construction site out of thin air, and overlooked the entire site.

It was the foundation excavation stage of the first phase of the project. At night, only excavators roared and earth trucks came in and out of the entire construction site. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner, just like any other construction site.

Looking at it this way, no one can see anything unusual, but Song Yanhe's hanging heart is still hard to let go.He raised his hand to spread the blue sea and green smoke array, isolating the sound of the machine below, and quietly felt it with his heart.

He suddenly had a guess.The reason why Wraith was willing to tell him his unfulfilled wish at the beginning was probably because he knew that he was not good enough at the time and could not achieve it, and Lin Lang, a fox demon, would never wrong himself to fulfill others, so it leaked the air and hoped to borrow The mouths of the two of them attracted someone with stronger skills to help it fulfill its wish.

But what Wraith Ling didn't expect was that Song Yanhe, who appeared in front of it again, had returned to his great power. At this time, Wraith Ling saw that under the suppression of strength, he would not discuss it carefully, and would probably directly He broke it up and sent it into reincarnation, so he simply tricked him into leaving by taking advantage of the fact that the gate of hell was not fully closed to hide his yin energy while he was distracted from maintaining the magic circle.

As he gradually sank into concentration, an increasingly clear voice seemed to be heard right next to his ear.

"Hula... ho... la..."

Sure enough, it's still there!

Song Yanhe immediately opened his eyes, sacrificed a rune and threw it into the eyes of the formation. The blue sea and green smoke circle quickly spun into the air, and finally turned into a light spot and disappeared not far in front of him.

Song Yanhe said coldly: "You can't even transform into a human form, so you still don't want to disperse?"

"Hahahahaha." Wraith's voice was hoarse as if it came from a broken bellows, and everyone who heard it felt chest pain, "When I first saw you, I thought you were just a little doll, but I didn't expect you to be so short. Within half a year, your skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Who are you and how did you do it?"

"I'm from the Wuliang Mountain Sect, Song Yanhe." While announcing his name calmly, he released his spiritual sense to sense the location of the resentful spirit.

"Wuliang Mountain Song Yanhe?" Resentful Ling didn't know whether it was anger or shock, and his voice sounded even harsher, "Aren't you the former head of Wuliang Mountain, have you already ascended to immortality!"

"Who is your Excellency?" Song Yanhe actually had no interest in where this resentful spirit came from, and only wanted to buy more time.He has roughly determined the location of the Wraith Spirit, but still needs to find out how it recovers at this time.

Since the resentful spirit heard his name, it seemed that he deliberately distanced himself from him, and replied: "I am Han Yongyan, the son of Han Chengyong of the Jingzhao Han family, and the head of Song should have never heard of it."

"Yeah." Song Yanhe almost didn't hear what happened outside the window, so he really didn't have any impression, so he asked, "Now can you tell me how your soul was chopped to pieces, and how you got here."

The wraith seemed to be a little further away in the night mist, and the voice came indistinctly: "My fourth brother Han Yongzhang and I participated in the Xuandu Discussion of Martial Arts, and in the enchantment, we met disciples of the Kunlun Sect and Qixia Sect. Young master, Nie Qingfeng of the Kunlun Mountain School even cut me under the sword with the prehistoric swordsmanship, causing my soul to be disorganized and unable to leave the barrier and re-enter reincarnation. I came here, bound by the spirit of the earth and trapped here."

"Xuandu Discussion on Martial Arts? Are you talking about the Martial Arts Conference held once every ten years?" Song Yanhe was stunned for a moment, before asking about Nie Qingfeng's situation in detail, he asked first, "When did you participate? Who are the two disciples competing?"

Wraith's voice could not be farther away: "About five or six years after Master Song's ascension, the innumerable disciples of that class were Shaobei from Guilinling, and Jiang from Danxiafeng."

"Five or six years later." Song Yanhe was completely stunned. He had been here for less than a year. If Han Yongyan died in the enchantment of Xuandu five or six years later, wouldn't what he saw now be five or six years later? Han Yongyan in the next year?

When he was ascended, Shao Bei was the one with the highest cultivation level. As for Jiang from Danxia Peak, he was also one of Li Daowu's direct disciples. It is not surprising that he could represent the Wuliang Mountain Sect to participate in the Martial Arts Conference five or six years later. It can be seen that what Han Yongyan said is true.

But in this way, Song Yanhe was even more uncertain about how the two worlds were connected.

"Master Song," Wraith probably ran to the farthest range where he was bound by the ground, "I can sense that Nie Qingfeng's blood relatives are nearby, and after I kill them, I will go away by myself. Let's do it. I hope that Master Song will let me go for a few more days because I have not harmed innocent people!"

"Oh." Song Yanhe slightly nodded his head in disapproval, "Then how many more days do you need?"

"Ten days at most! These people activated the underground spirit-binding formation when they were digging the foundation. It will take three to five days at least, and ten days at most. I can find traces of Nie Qingfeng's blood relatives and avenge them!"

Song Yanhe smiled: "It only takes three to five days, so it's a coincidence that I came here."

With a thought in his mind, he fingered the sword formula, and the cloud-mountain capture brocade formation that had been laid out in the dark suddenly appeared in mid-air, and there was a black shadow between the lavender light in the distance. Although it did not resemble a human figure, it could be seen struggling .

Han Yongyan roared: "Ah!—Song Yanhe! What do you mean! If I avenge me, what does it have to do with you? I didn't hurt the innocent, I didn't harm the way of heaven, and I didn't defeat human relations. How can you capture me!"

"Why?" Song Yanhe walked towards it, his tone still cold, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger, "That day you said that you wanted to melt away, and you needed someone to promise you to protect someone for you forever—why didn't you say that? Have you ever thought about why other people agree to you? Just because you are the incarnation of a resentful spirit, you can threaten the lives of innocent people and force others to make a blood oath with you?"

"Hahahaha!" Wraith Ling's laughter was hoarse and piercing, "It's not my fate! I originally planned to wait until I met the right person, and force him to swear to guard my fourth brother for me, but I didn't expect to meet him first. The person will be you! Song Yanhe, you don't understand that in order to protect important people, I am willing to give up everything that belongs to me, including reputation, status, cultivation and even my life!"

Song Yanhe had the experience of the last fight, and this time it was effortless to hit him with one blow. He replied indifferently: "You have important people, and others also have important people. How can I put others at risk just to make it easier for you to take revenge? territory?"

The tone of the resentful spirit became more and more sly and cunning: "Even if you can capture me, so what? You can't melt me! How long can you spend with me? One month or one year? When your spiritual power is exhausted, let alone you, this I'll kill everyone in a radius of a hundred miles! Don't regret it then!"

"There won't be that day." Song Yanhe's tone was relaxed, even with a hint of a smile.

Wraith let out a loud laugh: "Hahahahaha, there won't be that day? You can try it! See if your immeasurable skills can transform me!"

"The resentful spirit has taken shape, it cannot be transformed without a blood formation, and it cannot be eliminated without a life. But don't think too highly of yourself." Song Yanhe approached it step by step, "Giving up this and that is not the only way to get rid of it. You can do it."

"Song Yanhe, what are you going to do! Is it worth fighting with your life for a mortal who has never met?"

"Oh, this." Song Yanhe smiled softly, "All people in the world naturally treat me equally, not for anyone, just to punish evil and promote good, can't it?"

"If you dare to touch me, I will die with you!"

Song Yanhe looked calmly but firmly at the black shadow in front of him, and the runes flowing on it firmly subdued it in place and could not move.The first ray of sunlight from the horizon shone on his body, but Xi Wei was warm.

His flirtatious brows were connected with peach blossom eyes, and he bent lightly and deftly: "That's it, then let's die together."

Nie Qingyue's sleep was refreshed and refreshed, and he returned to his roots. He felt that he had opened up the second channel of Ren and Du, and that his cultivation had broken through several levels.

"Baby, where are you?" He yelled towards the ceiling, ready to experience the benefits to the end, and he was determined not to get up without getting a good morning kiss.

No one responded.

He patiently took a deep breath again, and shouted in his dantian, "Song Yanhe Song Yanhe Song Yanhe Song Yanhe Song Yanhe..."

Still no one responded.

Nie Qingyue turned over and got off the bed vigorously. Feeling that the discomfort behind her back last night had disappeared, she put on some clothes and slippers and walked around the room, "Honey, are you home?"

Seeing that the sun was past noon, Nie Qingyue's face remained calm, and he curled his lips inwardly—could it be that Song Yanhe left him and ran out to eat?After thinking about it, I felt that the old Taoist priest was not this kind of person.Last night, the two of them got along like sugar and honey, so they almost took the household registration book from the drawer to get the certificate.Oh, it seems to be one step away - I don't know if the old Taoist pays attention to exchanging rings or something?

Nie Qingyue thought that he couldn't see the old Taoist for a while, so he went upstairs carelessly in his clothes, and was about to go to Lin Lang's house to find someone, but knocked on the door for a while, but no one answered.

It doesn't matter if the old Taoist is not here, how dare you, a fucking fox, not open the door for me?Nie Qingyue's bad habit came up again, Wang Daqiao called Wang Daqiao, pointed at the door, "Pry it open for me."

Lin Lang is really not at home.Nie Qingyue turned around boringly, only to find a pile of clothes that smelled heavily of alcohol.

"Check the nearby surveillance for me to see when Song Yanhe left and where he went."

This is a bit embarrassing.Yesterday, he just finished sleeping with all his heart and soul, and when he woke up, he was gone, and he didn't even leave a note without a mobile phone. Wasn't this intentional to make him anxious?

"Look up Lin Lang's cell phone number and ask him if he knows where Song Yanhe has gone."

Should he choose the right ring for Song Yanhe first, or take him to buy a mobile phone first?It seems that these two things are quite urgent...

"Boss," Wang Daqiao is used to Song Yanhe's elusiveness without passing the camera, "I only saw the scene of Lin Lang going in and out, not Mr. Song's. This morning Lin Lang came back in Chen Mu's car, changed his clothes and went out again. .”

"Then wait a little longer." Nie Qingyue firmly believed that Song Yanhe would never leave without saying goodbye this time.

He casually lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, deliberately flicking the ash in the living room of Lin Lang's house, "Ask someone to bring over a few pairs of rings and I'll pick them out, and bring me a mobile phone."