reason?

"Where are there so many reasons?" Song Chengqing slapped the table domineeringly, "Just do as you want."

"But, how can anyone pour diesel oil into milk?" Da Fei hesitated, "It's not something people drink at all."

It's right that it's not for people to drink, Song Chengqing kicked him out with one kick.

He squeezed his sore arm, looking at the piles of files in front of him, feeling quite elated.

Finally a little eyebrow.

In this way, Xuanmen can also be involved. Even though he hates it, Song Chengqing has to admit that Xuanmen's influence in Yu Xia is much greater than that of the Security Division, and the contacts that can be used are also wider.

Even sometimes, it is more convenient to act than the restricted security department.

Such a good tool, Song Chengqing has no reason to let it go.

After sorting out the materials, he went to discuss with Tan Chuan. After a while, Da Fei's horrific screams came from the office.

"Help!"

Hearing the voice, Song Chengqing's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried to the window to look down. The other room next door, the room next door...

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Da Fei, disheveled and covered in white liquid, rushed out of the office, followed by a few green vines.

Fortunately, the weather was fine today, the vines chased into the courtyard, and were shrunk back in an instant when Dongyang shone, leaving only the office door swinging persistently because of too much force.

Song Chengqing: "..."

It took him a long time to spit out a word that was not very elegant, the volume was very low, but it still immediately attracted the attention of upstairs and downstairs.

Seeing the heads of people leaning out of the window glaring at him, Song Chengqing quickly closed the window with a "slap"!

"What happened outside?" Tan Chuan asked softly while looking at the materials he had sorted out.

Song Chengqing waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's just that Da Fei was scared by the things on my table. Boss, you know that there are so many files, how can I read them all by myself, so I have to use some external force..."

Qin Chuan didn't respond, to him these were trivial matters and didn't need too much attention.

It's just that no matter how fast and perfect Song Chengqing's explanation was, since then, the security department still spread rumors that he kept "pets" in the office because of loneliness.

"..."

The world is changing so fast, one second Song Chengqing was still complaining about his dog man for not caring about his family, and the next second he wished that Yin Zhi would never come back.

Master who died early and was born early, hurry up and bless, let Yin Zhi continue to go on business before I clean up this wronged name!

I don't know if his prayer really worked, but Yin Zhi didn't show up for several days.Song Chengqing was rejoicing, but he couldn't help worrying about it, and even faint doubts welled up in his heart.

It's been too long, so something happened to him, right?

But soon, Song Chengqing had no time to think about Yin Li's movements.To deal with the bombing-style questioning from the Taoist sect, to continue to track down Nine Tails, and to hide the news of Chu Haiming's death, everything was exhausting, and he was so worried that his hair fell out.

Tan Chuan held the thin sheet of paper he handed over, shook it, and said, "Are you sure this will work?"

Song Chengqing was not too sure: "At present, this is the best way."

Since Kyuubi likes ribs, he just gives them.

Qin Chuan pondered for a moment, picked up a pen and wrote the word agree on the paper.

The enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, and the strategy of luring the enemy is indeed feasible, and only in this way can it be possible to tear a gap in this uneven situation.

Tianhe Valley had already changed into winter clothes. In the white snow, Song Chengqing, who was only wearing white clothes, was almost integrated with his surroundings. He breathed out a mouthful of white mist, rubbed his palms, felt the wind under his feet, and hurried home.

A howl of a wolf came from the top of the mountain in the distance, and a dozen gray figures swooped down quickly. The strong white wolf at the head nuzzled his palm with its wet nose, and let out an incomprehensible hum.

Song Chengqing stretched out his hands to smooth the white wolf's back hair, and said: "I have something to do, the smell of blood will be a bit strong, you should stay away later."

The white wolf stared fixedly at him, and immediately let out a long howl, leading the pack of wolves into the snow.

Song Chengqing entered the house, took a shovel and dug, and quickly dug out a two-meter-square and five-meter-deep hole, and then threw away the soil, revealing a gray-white stone wall under his feet.

There were four pictures with strange scenes painted on the stone wall. Song Chengqing bit his hand, and blood stains covered the sun, moon and stars on the pictures respectively.Just hearing the rumbling and low humming, the stone wall opened in response.

Song Songcheng walked down the stairs slowly, and every time he went down, a bright light would light up in the passageway.After the ninth lamp, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in front of him.

It was a, no, half a corpse.

The flesh is tight, the face is gentle, the eyelashes are distinct, if it is not the only right side of the body, it will really make people mistakenly think that he is just sleeping.

Song Chengqing walked over, leaned over and saluted, and said, "Old man, you died too early. A child without a father and no mother is a weed and is bullied everywhere, let alone the Taoist sect, and now he is here to call out the ancients. Beast... Alas, I caught up with all the bad luck."

Song Chengqing babbled for a while, as if he wanted to tell all the grievances he had suffered in these years.

I don't know how long it took before he made up his mind, raised his right hand flat to his chest, cut open the thin flesh on his chest with his five fingers like a knife, and pulled out the third rib!

From the beginning to the end, Song Chengqing's expression didn't change at all. Wu Li was also quickly repairing the wound while he was doing it. Except for the blood stains on his knuckles, it was impossible to tell from his appearance that he had suffered multiple injuries.

He pinched that rib in his hand, and slowly walked towards the half corpse lying on the central stone platform.

"People of the Witch Clan never die well. Look at you, you can't even leave a whole body behind." Song Chengqing couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly when he thought of this, half of the thunder crackled, and half of the snakes and insects drilled. If he didn't bother to clean up, I'm afraid today Not even the slightest bit of emptiness is gone. "Anyway, you are willing to sacrifice everything for the Wu Clan, so you probably don't care about this broken shell."

After saying that, Song Chengqing squatted down, and stuffed his ribs into the master's body in the same way, and manually made it more in line with the taste of the strange beast.The stitched wound was as smooth as new, at least there was nothing wrong with it.

But... Song Chengqing sneered, even if the strange beasts saw something wrong, with their pride, they wouldn't take it to heart.

What's more, Song Chengqing is relatively confident about his physique. Even his uncle with eyes above the top once teased and said, "A good piece of Tang monk meat is added by your master with unsightly seasonings, otherwise you will attract many big girls and young girls." The daughter-in-law looks sideways.

At that time, Song Chengqing tightly held the condiment——Shi Zhu, while avoiding a group of hideous and greedy "big girls and young daughter-in-laws", he did not forget to glare at his uncle: "I don't want to make delicious food, but I want to be a beauty." !"

"It's hard for you to be a beauty. Look, our Tianjin is the real beauty."

"If you can't be a beauty, marry a beauty!"

"Hahaha, okay, can you ask Tianjin if he agrees?"

——How could you agree?

Song Chengqing lowered his eyelashes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. If this plan doesn't work out, then don't blame me for being sorry...

He carried the corpse on his back, took advantage of the darkness to find a good place near the mountains and rivers, and began to bury the corpse. This busy work lasted overnight.

The sky was as bright as a fish's belly. After confirming that the arrangement was complete, Song Chengqing saluted respectfully again, then turned and left.

-

Rust Yamamoto is anonymous.

This name came only because Tianjin designated this place as his own territory.

Rust, the mortal, like the owner of the mountains, lingers on in the world with unclean filth.

Tian Jin wiped off the bright red from the corners of his lips, and the mountain wind blew by, he coughed heavily again, his slender fingers accidentally touched something on the table, leaving a drop of light red imprint.

The bloodstain was so small that it could hardly be seen, but Tian Jin hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve as if in a panic.

The snow-white clothes absorbed the blood and became dirty, but the books on the table, which he loved so much as treasures, returned to their original state.

It was a textbook commonly used by Yuxia Primary School, and it was well kept. The name on the title page was scrawled and unconscious, occupying almost one-third of the paper, and it was Song Chengqing's name.

Tian Jin caressed those three words gently, his eyes were empty, he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he carefully put the textbook into the box and carried it on the organ bird's back.

In the bitter cold wind, the mechanism bird flapped its wings and slowly flew towards the distance.

Looking at the disappearing black spot, Tianzhu habitually turned the tortoise shell on his wrist, his eyes suddenly turned cold when he touched the faded scar on the back of his hand.

He pursed his lips heavily, digging open the healed scar again.

-

The north wind blew hail down, and crackling music was played everywhere. The weather in the imperial capital changed rapidly, just like Yin Zhi's face.

As soon as Song Chengqing walked to the door, he felt an ominous premonition, and hurried back without even looking at it.

God bless you, don't—

"Song Chengqing."

The window on the third floor was open, and Yin Li propped up the window sill with one hand, looking down at him expressionlessly.

I haven't seen him for more than a month. He has obviously lost a lot of weight, and the lines on his face have become more and more sharp. Being looked down upon like this, he obviously didn't do anything, but he became guilty for no reason under his aura.

Song Chengqing seemed to be pleasantly surprised: "Yin Zhi, you're back?"

The performance without technical content made Yin Li's mood even more unhappy. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Run away without seeing me, did you do something wrong?"

Song Chengqing quickly denied: "There are three things in people's urgency, and they come as soon as they say it. I can't blame me." While talking, he moved away without a trace, and Yin Zhi naturally noticed his small movements, snorted softly, and jumped out of the window.

Song Chengqing secretly thought that the visitor was not kind, so he ran away. Yin Zhi had expected it long ago, blocked all his back routes, grabbed his hand and pushed it against the wall, with an iron arm across his chest, completely imprisoning him in the territory Inner, calmly said: "I heard a very interesting thing."

Song Chengqing could already predict what he would say next.

"Without me, you will be lonely and sleepless?"

Song Chengqing: "..."

"Hiding in the office by myself... huh?" Yin Zhi patted his cheek lightly, whispered with a smile, "When you taught me Shuangxiu, you never said that there is such a method..."

Song Chengqing covered his face and wept, there is no way to live this day!

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