Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

do not know anything.

It's rare for someone like Song Yuanzhi to have such a strong tone and a firm attitude. If it weren't for this situation, Song Ye would want to look at him with admiration.

It seemed that the woman's words had a greater deterrent effect on Song Yuanzhi than her threat.

"I don't know if you killed me." Seeing Song Ye standing there unresponsive, Song Yuanzhi became sullen for a while, and still stuck his neck there, "No matter what, I have raised you for fifteen years, You mistreat us like this, and you will be struck by lightning if you spread it out."

Thunder strikes. Disregarding the grace of parenting, ungrateful, cold-blooded and ruthless.

The world's most feared and stinky words were added to Song Ye at this moment. Even people with high power status could not cross this bottom line, because morality reminded them to keep their conscience.

But Song Ye doesn't need this kind of thing.

She walked around behind Song Yuanzhi, twisted his arm from the man in black with her own hands, and lifted it up with her backhand, only to hear a crackling sound.

"Ah!" Song Yuanzhi, who was still so stubborn, screamed in agony. The severe pain made him twitch all over his body. In his hand, he couldn't move for half a minute.

"Ah, Song Ye, what are you doing, he's your dad..." Lu Lan was also frightened and screamed. She subconsciously stepped forward to stop it, but was nailed by Song Ye's look back. in place.

The girl's always cold brows and eyes were filled with a strong smell of blood at this time, and anyone she was staring at seemed to fall into an endless hell. She pinched Song Yuanzhi's broken arm like this, and looked at Lu Lan's mother. The two women, "I'm in a bad mood right now, I advise you not to mess with me."

That tone was definitely not as simple as a child's temper tantrums, and even Zhao Chongbin, who was next to him, was a little worried because of the strong sense of oppression.

Song Ye was someone who had blood on her hands, and killing her was just a matter of the blink of an eye.

"Ah, don't, let it go, I beg you to let go, it hurts." Song Yuanzhi was caught off guard by the sudden injury, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he hurriedly begged for mercy with a trembling voice.

In the past, no matter how ugly the trouble was, Song Ye never touched him, so subconsciously, he believed that Song Ye still had some feelings for him and would be soft-hearted, as long as he killed him and didn't say anything, it would be fine.

But it wasn't until the moment when his arm was twisted that he realized how wrong he was of course.

"Yeah." Song Ye's voice was still very flat, and his drooping eyebrows seemed to be thinking about something, "How can I convince you that I will really kill you?"

The latter sentence was very light, like a murmur, but it fell on Song Yuanzhi's ear, but it was like a hellish note of death.

He opened his mouth to say something, but in vain he felt a sharp pain from the other hand as well, clack clack, the shoulder blade was very skillfully removed under the slender fingers, and then pushed back in the opposite direction, her The technique is very clean and neat, more professional than the old doctor who treats bruises.

But she also knew what angle and strength would make people feel more pain.

The screams in the hut resounded over the empty building area, and they did not dissipate for a long time.

Song Ye threw the man back to the ground and lowered his eyes slightly to see the man who used to be called his father crying and wailing on the ground, twitching and writhing in pain.

Then, she stretched out her foot and stepped on the man's calf. There was no coldness in her eyes, only endless numbness. "Have you figured out how to answer me?"

What is the use of conscience, what is the use of morality, without this life, no amount of things will be empty talk.

She wants to live, and use the life that God gave her again, stay in this world, stay by Qin Zhan's side, and stay by the people she cares about.

For this goal, she doesn't mind carrying the slaughter and bloodshed, no matter how much infamy.

The toes pressed on the man's calf to increase his strength, but if Song Yuanzhi hesitated for another second, he would be disabled in the future.

Fear, the endless cold came up from the bottom of his heart, Song Yuanzhi gradually didn't dare to cry under her numb gaze, and the pain in his feet also made him panic and raised his head, the defense line in his heart completely collapsed, "I said, I said, don't ruin my feet, Song Ye, I said everything, please take your feet away."

The man never imagined that one day he would be trampled under his feet by Song Ye in such an embarrassing manner, and he would cry in pain like a bereaved dog, without dignity.

Until the strength on his feet disappeared, he lay on the ground panting violently, looking at the pitch-black roof above his head, still in a trance.

What I picked up eighteen years ago was a cash cow or a devil.

"Eighteen years ago, the woman who came with you was very young, she was very beautiful, and she had a somewhat similar appearance to you. In the snowy night, she was as beautiful as an elf who fell into the mortal world. The first time I saw her, I couldn't help but walk towards her..."

Accompanied by the man's hoarse voice in pain, the scenes of the snowy night flying eighteen years ago, like old yellowed photos, were reopened and presented in front of Song Ye's eyes.

Eighteen years ago, a young woman came to Yuncheng alone. In the middle of the night, the snowflakes on the streets fell on her body. She stood by the river for a long time, her shoulders and hair were covered with thick snow.

Song Yuanzhi, who got off the night shift from the factory, walked fast, but was attracted by the lonely and beautiful face of the woman at the bridge.

He thought that the woman wanted to jump into the river, so he walked over to try to persuade her, but found Song Ye who was still in swaddling under her gorgeous mink coat.

The child was wrapped in a handmade wool blanket, with delicate and lovely eyebrows, somewhat similar to a woman. He didn't cry or make trouble, but just looked at the woman's side face quietly.

"If you are willing to raise this child for me, all the money will be yours." The woman shoved his wallet to him, and handed it over like a hot potato with the child.

A jade card, a purse, and a wool blanket are the last things a woman leaves to her children.

"Will you come back?" At that time, Song Yuanzhi fell in love at first sight, thinking that she would come back to find the child.

"Perhaps." The woman's delicate eyebrows and eyes were lowered slightly, her fingertips slid across the child's face, and finally she seemed to sigh, "In the future, it will depend on your destiny."

On that snowy night, the woman left, and she didn't look back until she disappeared from the snowflakes.

When Song Ye came out of the hut, he accidentally stumbled on the threshold and almost fell.

"Be careful, boss." Zhao Chongbin stretched out his hand to help her, looking at the girl's eyes with ups and downs of distress.