Chapter 392： Song Qiyuan's nose is blue and his face is swollen

Song Qiyuan turned back suddenly, but Ye Siming moved faster!

He suddenly swept down like a gust of wind, and his slender and powerful palms directly grabbed Song Qiyuan's neck.

He hurriedly pressed him until the back of Song Qiyuan's head rested on the pillar at the door!

The pain made Song Qiyuan extremely annoyed: "Ye Siming! You forcibly broke into my house and injured my servant, what are you trying to do?"

Ye Siming sneered, many of which were contemptuous.

"You might as well ask yourself what you did."

He grabbed Song Qiyuan by the collar and pulled him in front of him.

Although Song Qiyuan was a few years older than him, Ye Siming was actually a little taller than him.

As they got closer, Song Qiyuan could feel the unrestrained murderous aura on Ye Siming.

He glanced at it inadvertently, and found that Ye Siming still had obvious bloodstains on the placket, even on the cuffs.

Could this guy just kill someone and come to his house to go crazy!

Ye Siming's tone was cold, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Song Qiyuan, we should reach a consensus. That is, where Gu Nuo'er is in the future, don't even think about doing it.

If something happens to her, I'll let you all die without a burial. If you don't believe me, just try. "

A trace of guilt flashed in Song Qiyuan's eyes, but he was still arrogant and sophistry: "What nonsense are you talking about, I don't understand at all, who has something to do with the little princess!"

Ye Siming just sneered.

The assassins they sent caused Gu Nuoer to fall into the water, and the Song family thought that if they killed people, they would be perfect?

Ye Siming did not seize the direct evidence, but he had his own way to punish Song Qiyuan.

He let go of his hand and pushed Song Qiyuan back a few steps.

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "Since you have brought a silver spear, let's try it out. I just have a lot of free time today, so I'm not afraid to accompany you to practice."

At this time, the well-trained nursing homes in Song Mansion came running in unison.

Ye Siming looked back and saw: "Everyone is here? Let's go together."

Wait a minute, he has something else to do.

Song Qiyuan had long wanted to be ashamed.

This Ye Siming not only took his credit, but also humiliated him!

See how he beat Ye Siming all over the floor today!

He brazenly clenched the red tassel silver dragon spear in both hands, and said to Ye Siming, "This is what you said. If you lose the competition, don't cry."

After all, he stabbed first.

…

Song Quan paced back and forth in the study, but he didn't get any news for a long time.

I don't know how Song Qiyuan negotiated with Ye Siming.

The mansion was so quiet, Ye Siming must have been driven away.

Thinking of this, Song Quan sneered.

"It's just a hairy boy who doesn't know the heights of the sky. He really thinks that if he is good at kung fu, he can do things wrong? It should be taught a lesson."

Song Quan was confident that even if Ye Siming wanted to make trouble, he would be repelled by the well-trained nurses.

After all, they used to be soldiers of the Song family, who had been on the battlefield and experienced gunpowder smoke.

However, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the roof.

Song Quan frowned and looked up suspiciously.

Sudden!

bang—

The tiles of the house shattered and fell, and Song Quan hurriedly ducked to the side.

A man fell directly to the ground in front of him.

Song Quan took a closer look, and this bruised-faced Erlang is not his precious son, Song Qiyuan!

Song Qiyuan was already in a coma, and the nosebleed was surprisingly conspicuous.

"Yuan'er!" Song Quan was frightened and rushed over to check his injuries.

At this moment, there was a slight chuckle from the roof.