Song Yuzhang

The Meng family was completely surrounded.

The door was pushed open, Meng Tingjing stepped out, and saw the flames.

The guards of Nie's family rode horses with torches in their hands, and they all stood in front of the door of Meng's house in awe. From a glance, Meng's house seemed to be in a sea of ​​flames.

Nie Yinbing was riding on the horse, looking down at Meng Tingjing, and said calmly, "Where is Song Yuzhang?"

Meng Tingjing put her hands behind her back and said with a faint smile, "This is the Meng family. You came to the Meng family to ask for someone. Did you go to the wrong place?"

"The people in the hospital said that you took him away," Nie Yinbing said, "give him to me."

"You can go to whoever says it, I don't have anyone you want here."

Nie Yinbing was silent for a while, he lowered his eyes, and then pulled out the gun from his waist without saying a word.

As soon as he drew his gun, dozens of attendants poured out of the dark gate behind Meng Tingjing like a flood, each of which also held a gun in his hand, and the guards of Nie's family immediately drew their guns after seeing this.

The two sides drew their guns and confronted each other, and the atmosphere was deadlocked to the extreme.

The guards of the Nie family knew that although their Second Master Nie had a good background, he had always been an out-and-out desperado, and their guns were not just for the purpose of threatening, so they all put on the appearance of dying together like a wolf and a tiger. In terms of posture, the followers of the Meng family are all dead soldiers trained by Meng Tingjing, and many of them crawled out of the gate of hell, and they are not afraid.

Meng Tingjing had expected it a long time ago, so she didn't panic at all. Anyone's life is life. It's one thing not to be afraid of death, but it's another thing to really fight for your life. Now the Nie family is waiting for Nie Yinbing to preside over the overall situation. I don't believe how long Nie Yinbing can be entangled here.

Then, he saw Nie Yinbing's eyes flicker slightly, falling behind him, Meng Tingjing's heart flickered, and he turned his head immediately.

Song Yuzhang was only wearing a single robe, which should be Meng Tingjing's old clothes. It was white and soft, with a faint fragrance of saponins. It swayed in the cold wind of early winter. His face was pale, and his handsome face seemed to have faded. He was made of white porcelain, one of his arms was slumped, and the other arm was gently protecting his shoulders. The back of his hand was also dripping with blood, and his sleeves were also stained with blood.

"Song Yuzhang!"

Meng Tingjing went over angrily and held him in his arms. Then, he found that Song Yuzhang didn't even wear shoes, and a pair of bare feet exposed some red toes from the cold under the robe.

"Bastard, what are you doing out here?!"

Meng Tingjing hugged him, pressed his lips to his ears, and whispered: "Don't you want to die?!" He took half a step back while talking, and the servants of the Meng family immediately stepped forward to block them .

Nie Yinbing got off his horse and walked towards the crowd step by step on his riding boots. He looked across the crowd from Song Yuzhang in Meng Tingjing's arms.

Song Yuzhang's eyes were calm, and Nie Yinbing's eyes were also calm. He said, "Follow me."

Song Yuzhang said: "Okay."

Meng Tingjing's eyes immediately shot at Song Yuzhang, filled with incredible anger, Song Yuzhang also looked at him, and said softly and vaguely to him: "Ting Jing, I know your kindness, thank you, I have to see him..."

Meng Tingjing stared at him intently, "Do you have to go?"

"I must go."

"No regrets?"

"No regrets."

Meng Tingjing's hands became tighter and tighter, and Song Yuzhang's weak and pale face slowly loosened his strength. He looked at Nie Yinbing, "He's injured."

Nie Yinbing glanced at Song Yuzhang, and then easily unbuttoned his clothes with his fingers, took off his coat, passed the crowd directly, dropped his clothes on Song Yuzhang, and stretched out his hand to take the man away from Meng Tingjing's hands. .

Meng Tingjing didn't stop him any more, but watched quietly as Nie Yinbing wrapped Song Yuzhang in his coat and put him on the horse. Song Yuzhang's face was almost the same color as his white robe, and he fell into the dark coat with unprecedented vulnerability.

Nie Yinbing left, and the Nie family also left. Meng Tingjing stood at the door for a long time, and then said, "Prepare the car, go to the police station!"

Song Yuzhang was so cold that he lost consciousness, only his cheeks were hot, the cold wind was blowing on his face, and his brain was still in disorder and chaos.

The sedative made his spirit a little obstinate, and the fragments in his mind were all fragmented, jumping up and down. The most vivid ones were Nie Xueping's eyes. In the last moment, Nie Xueping's eyes were so soft, so Sad, yet so determined...

Song Yuzhang felt the pain.

I didn't know which part of my body it was, but it was very painful, an indescribable pain, a pain that radiated from the bone marrow and flesh.

Nie Yinbing got off the horse, Song Yuzhang sat stiffly on the horse, he was carried off by Nie Yinbing, Nie Yinbing strode him into the door, Song Yuzhang was ups and downs in his arms just like the horse As he spoke, the draft blew across his cheeks, and he no longer knew whether it was hot or cold.

When the wind stopped, Song Yuzhang also stopped.

Nie Yinbing sat down, let Song Yuzhang sit in his arms, twisted Song Yuzhang's face outward with one hand.

Then, Song Yuzhang saw Nie Xueping.

He had never seen Nie Xueping in such a mess.

Blood stains hovered blackly on Nie Xueping's suit, dyeing the side of his shirt and tie into blackish red, but his skin was pale, even the color of his lips disappeared, only a pair of sword eyebrows remained intact. Thick black, and the short and thick eyelashes cast a light shadow on his face, and he became a bloody ink painting.

Song Yuzhang grabbed the clothes on his chest, and reluctantly turned his face back into Nie Yinbing's chest.

The breath in Nie Yinbing's arms was completely icy, exuding the chill of winter.

"How did Big Brother die?"

Song Yuzhang grabbed his clothes, unable to speak, but tears fell uncontrollably, staining Nie Yinbing's clothes.

Everything happened too fast, and he is still in chaos until now, his previous and previous memories are broken, only the scene of Nie Xueping pounced on him flashed repeatedly.

Song Yuzhang began to tremble, Nie Yinbing looked down at him, from his tear-covered face to his bloody shoulders, he stretched out his hand and twisted Song Yuzhang's face, forcing him to look at Nie Xueping's body again. Bian said again: "Why did eldest brother die?"

Song Mingzhao didn't say a word.

Whether he was facing the people in the patrol room, Nie Qingyun who came suddenly, or the brothers who came behind, he never said a word, his expression was insensitive.

To kill, to kill with a gun, or to kill Nie Xueping, the combined seriousness of the three is beyond the imagination of the patrol room, so they can only be detained under pressure first.

In the office of the police station, Nie Qingyun went up without saying a word, and slapped Song Yekang across the face.

Song Yekang was dumbfounded, but he didn't know what to say, "Qingyun..."

Nie Qingyun didn't even look at him, walked towards Song Qiyuan again, raised his hand and gave Song Qiyuan a resounding slap in the face.

Song Qiyuan tilted his head slightly, completely silent.

Nie Qingyun's eyes were bright red and swollen. She had obviously cried a lot. She said hoarsely, "I want Song Mingzhao to be buried with me."

Song Qiyuan's face was burning with pain, and his heart was also in a state of confusion.

He shouldered the responsibility of taking care of his brothers, and he was on all possible precautions against the two big brothers who caused troubles, but he never thought that this relatively peaceful brother would cause such a big disaster!

Kill Nie Xueping!Song Qiyuan couldn't figure out why Song Mingzhao wanted to kill Nie Xueping!Song Mingzhao has never even killed a chicken, how could he, and how dare he? !

Song Qiyuan said: "The matter is not yet settled..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Nie Qingyun slapped him on the face again.

Nie Qingyun's palms were numb, and he said every word: "He must die."

Song Yekang stepped forward and slightly blocked Song Qiyuan, "Qingyun, I know you are very sad now..."

"Shut up," Nie Qingyun interrupted him coldly, "It wasn't your brother who died, what do you know?"

Song Yekang's eyes were also a little red, "If the fourth brother really did it, then he will kill and pay for his life. It's fine if you blame me. Why do you blame the third child?!"

"Excuse me?" Nie Qingyun had tears in his eyes again, "Your brother killed my brother, and you tell me to vent your anger now? Song Yekang, let me tell you, I can't wait to let all of your Song family go to be buried with you!"

Song Yekang's face was shocked. It seemed that he knew Nie Qingyun for the first time. He couldn't believe that Nie Qingyun would say such heartless words.

When the two sides were at war, Meng Tingjing also rushed to the patrol room and went straight into the cell.

"Boss Meng, it's very chaotic outside now, I can only give you 5 minutes..."

Meng Ting comprehended it calmly, and after understanding, it is necessary to arrange for rewards, "Time is running out, thank you in advance."

After the people from the patrol room went out, Meng Tingjing said: "Song Mingzhao, don't squat there and pretend to be dead, come here!"

The figure squatting in the darkness did not respond at all.

Meng Tingjing kicked down the iron railing hard, and the whole cell trembled with a "dong dong", but Song Mingzhao still hid in the dark corner and remained motionless.

Meng Tingjing didn't have time to coax him, so she could only lower her voice, and said calmly and quickly: "Song Mingzhao, listen to me, you caused a catastrophe, Nie Xueping died, and the Nie family will not spare you, Nie Xueping Qingyun is outside now, and your brothers are also outside preparing to find a way to get you out, Song Mingzhao, if you still want to live, get out!"

Song Mingzhao still didn't give any response, Meng Tingjing sneered, "Very well, it seems that you also know that you can't survive, and if you don't want to live, you will drag others to your back. Nie Xueping is not enough, so you have to bring Song Yuzhang. What kind of bad luck, met a brother like you, and he was with you on the way to Huangquan, are you hiding there and laughing?"

Song Mingzhao finally made a movement. He raised his face, but his face was very calm. He put down his hands and hugged his knees, stood up and walked to the iron bars of the cell, looking straight at Meng Tingjing, "I Not laughing."

Meng Tingjing saw that his spirit seemed to be a little abnormal, but he didn't care about it anymore, and grabbed his collar through the iron bars, "Say, why did you shoot? Who did you shoot at?"

Song Mingzhao looked at him steadfastly, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he straightened a little. He looked as if his thoughts had drifted far away, like sleepwalking. Meng Tingjing couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed his collar again, and said sharply: "Listen well, no matter who asks you, if you killed me, you just shot at Nie Xueping, understand?!"

"It was to save me."

Tears rolled down his eyes, and his vision became blurred with rain and mist. Song Yuzhang looked at Nie Xueping, who he had always thought he couldn't see through, and repeated in a gentle voice: "Xueping, you are here to save me."

Nie Yinbing remained silent for a long time, and let go of the fingers pinching Song Yuzhang's cheek.

A moment later, Nie Yinbing picked him up, and Song Yuzhang's eyes were still on Nie Xueping. His head was dizzy and painful, and he was not like his own. He grabbed Nie Yinbing's clothes and said in a low voice: " I'm not leaving, I still want to see him."

"You're hurt," Nie Yinbing looked down at him, seeing the blood-stained shoulder from his pale and handsome face, he said calmly, "I can't let you get hurt again."