Chapter 507

And other people's full of expectations also set off Ling Tianwang's sorrow and Zhou ruo'an's depression.

After Ling Tianwang left, Zhou ruo'an wanted to take advantage of this gap to leave here, but after two steps, he heard Ling Tianwang tell people to guard here firmly.

She can leave quietly, but how can she feel at ease when those who cut off her hands are innocent.

Forced to bite the lips, until the blood along the teeth a little bit of seepage out, Zhou ruo'an just some reluctantly back to the seat.

Maybe this is her disaster, Zhou ruo'an thought in his heart, but has already set sun Xiao as the biggest enemy in his life.

At this moment, the people who sun Xiao sent in the past finally found Song Ci.

He opened the letter carelessly, but as soon as he read a line, his face changed.

Regardless of what, Song Ci put the letter close to his eyes and quickly scanned all the information on it.

Song Ci made the letter paper into a small ball, which was soaked with ink.

How dare he Song Ci clenched his teeth and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

The messenger didn't know what was written on the letter paper, but he could see Song Ci's expression at this time. His toes moved unconsciously and his head hung down deeply.

A person alone luck for a long time, Song Ci heavily in the hands of the paper to the side.

After rubbing his fingers around his waist for a long time, he finally touched the wooden dagger and felt the smoothness caused by being touched for a long time. Song Ci's heart was full of Qi.

"Go back and tell sun Xiao that I absolutely don't agree with his plan!" Song Ci quickly walked around two times and began to emphasize.

The messenger pursed his lips, and what he wanted to say was just a quiet nod.

But even if he didn't say it, when Song Ci recovered from his anger, a blank in his mind would be gradually filled.

It has been a long time since the person in front of him sent the news to him. When he went back, sun Xiao's plan must have been implemented long ago, and even succeeded.

At the thought that Zhou ruo'an might lose his life unconsciously, Song Ci was suffocating.

He is supporting the table with one hand, and beating his chest with the other hand, as if trying to smooth down the breath blocking his chest.

"You go and pick up the letter for me," Song Ci said, closing his eyes deeply.

The messenger was wandering in the sky when he suddenly heard Song Ci's command and was stunned.

Song Ci's mood is not good, and was so perfunctory, eyes color is deep.

"No?" Song Ci looked at him and asked.

The messenger shook his head and walked to the side as fast as he could.

He took the letter in his hand, and Song Ci slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid air, which slowly spread them out.

He took the trouble to press the folds on the paper again and again, and slightly pressed down the corners of his lips until the paper was slightly flat.

Because of the estrangement in his heart, Song Ci directly passed the part of sun Xiao's elated narration of his plan.

He looked at the chattering explanation above, without blinking an eye. He was serious to the extreme.

"It turns out that all this is just from a dream," Song Ci's mouth twitched at the end, and he did not know whether it was a sigh or a funny murmur.

However, after reading all these explanations, Song Ci could not arbitrarily press the four words of ignorance on Sun Xiao's head.

In any case, everything sun Xiao saw was possible, and all the decisions he made were for himself.

Song Ci's face kept twitching, like two hands up and down, one just pulling him to laugh, the other to make him cry.

"Forget it," Song Ci whispered after a long silence. "You don't need to take back the previous words. Just tell him I know."

The messenger didn't dare to wonder why Song Ci changed his decision. He still responded in silence, like a puppet who lost all his words but was programmed to look at the world with only one pair of eyes.

After the messenger left, Song Ci stepped back two steps and squatted on the chair.

He looked down at the wooden dagger pulled down from his waist, and there was a twinkling of stars in his eyes.

So motionless to see for a long time, song cimeng clenched the palm, borrow thick palm blocked his line of sight.

"That's it. Everything is back on the right track. After all, she wasn't very likable at the beginning," Song Ci told himself in a low voice.

When speaking, Song Ci's fingers kept exerting until he finally heard the crisp breaking sound.

He stopped until the blood gathered in the complex Palmprint and fell to the ground. It was as if he suddenly recovered."Come on," Song Ci opened his fingers and let the dagger mixed with blood fall to the ground, shouting.

"Master? What's the matter with you? You hurt your hand? I'll let the doctor come here now The man said, without waiting for Song Ci to speak, he went straight out.

Looking at his back, Song Ci raised his hand and touched his forehead.

He didn't call for any more people, and he didn't plan to stay here.

So when the man called the doctor into the house in a hurry, the Song Ci on the car disappeared.

The doctor touched his beard, and his eyes swept past the scattered blood.

"Don't worry," the doctor comforted, looking at the people around him in a hurry. "There's only a little fresh blood here. His injury should not be serious."

The man nodded casually, but his heart still couldn't go down.

Don't know someone is looking for himself, Ling Tian looked out of the door, also don't look at the direction, just randomly picked a street to walk.

What's he coming out for? He doesn't know. Where is he going? He didn't know either.

The heart is a blur, the eyes is also a boundless, together with Song Ci, walking on the road is like stepping on cotton, soft, as if the next moment will fall to the side.

Suddenly, after a fork in the road, Song Ci could not help shrugging his nose, some greedy breathing here, with the smell of wine.

The word "wine" is like a switch, which immediately turns on all the memories of wine in Song Ci.

No matter how they felt, or the poems and prose they saw in books, there are those who love others and those who hate others, but in any case, they have a unified evaluation of wine.