Chapter 1131： Huo Yunque is dead?

Chapter 1131 Huo Yunque is dead?

"Nolan--"

Song Yaoya listened to him quietly, and suddenly said, "Thank you."

"Huh?" Nolan was surprised. He thought that Song Yaoya might be afraid of him. In any case, she was only a twenty-year-old girl who grew up in a peaceful China. These **** things would definitely scare her. .

No way, she would suddenly say such a sentence.

"Thank you."

This time, Nolan heard it clearly.

He smiled like Dongxue, and his eyebrows were more handsome and gentle, as if the gods on the painting came back to life.

Song Yaoya suddenly remembered that he was standing in a pool of blood just now, holding a dagger to kill someone with determination, and the corresponding is his face, with a compassionate smile, which is like a spring breeze.

"Ah..." Nolan sighed, "What should I do, I like you more."

He smiled suddenly, and there were shallow ripples in his blue eyes, and a fine laugh from his throat, like a musical instrument.

"I really don't want you to go back, just stay here with me." Nolan said with a smile and looked at Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoya believes Nolan inexplicably, he will not do it.

"Can... borrow your cell phone for me to use it?"

"Uh—this—"

The corner of Nolan's mouth twitched, and his eyes suddenly drifted.

Song Yao is curious, "What's the matter?"

Nolan: "I don't have a cell phone..."

Song Yaoyao: "??"

In the end, she used it for a long time before she believed that Nolan really didn't use a mobile phone. She was dumbfounded and organized for a while, before suffocating with difficulty, "What should I do?"

"simple."

The young and handsome priest snapped his fingers and curled his lips. "Just ask someone to buy one."

Song Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief.

At the moment, this can only be done.

But she still finds it hard to believe that in this century, there are young people who will not use mobile phones.

While waiting for the phone, Song Yaoya suddenly remembered what Nolan had said to him before, and asked curiously: "How old are you—how old?"

Sometimes I think Nolan is naive, and sometimes, he is mysterious, unfathomable and elusive.

Nolan blinked, eyes like gems under the bushy eyelashes.

Like a fox, cunning flashes through it.

He leaned to Song Yaoya's ear, Song Yaoya held his breath, and did a good job of psychological construction.

With warm breath spraying on the ears, Song Yaoya heard the unique voice from Nolan that was depressed and mixed with a smile, "Guess?"

Song Yaoyao: "..."

Suddenly wanted to hit someone.

-

Without so much blood, Song Yaoya contacted Huo Jiu in China.

She could feel Huo Jiu's relief when he heard her voice.

"Do you really want to go?"

The young priest leaned against the door, looking at the people who came to pick Song Yaoyao. Rows of cars had stopped at the door. He sighed and asked.

It sounds pitiful, and with his beauty, it always makes people feel soft.

Especially, he has put down his defenses against him and regards him as a elder brother Song Yao.

She twisted her brows and looked back at Nolan, "Sorry, you know—"

"Oh, okay, okay, I can understand." Nolan shrugged, suddenly curled her lips, smiled at Song Yaoya, "I wish you a safe journey, my dear girl."

"Miss Song, we should go." Someone reminded softly in his ear.

Song Yaoya nodded, gave Nolan a deep look, and suddenly felt a little disappointed.

The two-day experience was special to Song Yaoyao, and it was also extremely dangerous.

If there was no Nolan, she would have been unable to stand here, but should sleep in the deep sea.

"I'm leaving." She waved.

"wait."

Nolan walked to her side, patted her head, suddenly took off the necklace that never left her neck, and put it on Song Yao's neck.

"May the Lord bless you, Amen."

Nolan prayed.

Song Yaoyao was speechless, she pinched the necklace, "You kill in front of the Lord." Are you sure the Lord will bless them?

"I punish the wicked, and the Lord will forgive me." Nolan quibbled.

He pushed Song Yaoya into the car, closed the door for her, stood outside the car, and waved to her coolly.

Song Yaoya quickly rolled down the car window, "Thank you—"

"I accept." Nolan said to her, "so I hope that next time I visit you, I won't be stopped by those nasty ghosts again."

"Puff--"

Song Yaoyao kept holding a big rock in her heart, but Nolan still laughed at her. She bent her eyes, her eyes gleaming with moisturizing light, "No, I'm sorry for what happened before."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Nolan stood outside the church, watching the row of black cars crowding the middle one away.

The flags on the church were flying, the seagulls were still hovering, and the blue sky was almost in line with the sea.

"what……"

Nolan rubbed his face, turned and walked towards the church.

There was an unnoticeable loneliness in the tone, "I am left alone again—"

-

Song Yaoyao did not stay in country Y. After being received, he returned to China without any risk.

"Miss Song!"

The plane landed directly on the apron of Huo's house. Song Yaoya looked at the people walking towards her quickly, and only felt like a world away. It was clear that those things happened a few days ago, but she felt that a long time had passed.

It seems so far away.

"Miss Song, are you okay?"

"It's great, great, God bless you, Miss Song, if you can come back safely, I'm relieved." Uncle Zhang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and bowed to the sky with his hands folded.

Song Yaoya glanced around, she opened her mouth, "Where is my brother? Huo Si——"

"Huo Si is fine, don't worry." Huo Jiugong said.

It was not until he returned to a familiar place that Song Yaoya felt his feet stepped on the ground.

"What about brother?" Song Yaoyao's hands tightened sharply, her nails sinking into the delicate palms, blood overflowing, and she didn't even notice the pain.

Silence, a dead silence.

Song Yaoya probably realized something, but she couldn't accept such a result.

She staggered two steps and almost didn't fall to the ground.

"Miss Song!"

Huo Jiu quickly supported her, waited for her to stand firm, and backed respectfully.

Song Yaoya bit the tip of her tongue, maybe it was because she was in Nolan's arms that day, all her tears were crying dry. So now she has dry eyes and can't cry at all.

"Give me an answer, I want an answer!"

Huo Jiu lowered his head deeply, the entire Huo House exuded a strong depression, as if the air had solidified.

Constantly squeezing the lungs, making people breathless.

Whether it’s life or death, no--

not dead.

Song Yaoyao stared at Huo Jiu fiercely. She didn't care about other people, but only looked at Huo Jiu with her head hanging down in front of her. Huo Jiu, who has always been energetic, saw the decline in him for the first time by Song Yaoyao.

"Huo Jiu, come on."

"Miss Song——"

Huo Jiu could hardly feel his own voice, his throat seemed to be stuck with glue, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Sir, his whereabouts are unknown."

(End of this chapter)