Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

This is definitely not a word of comfort.

Although Disciple Hall women are rare and rare animals, and Song Ye's appearance at the beginning really makes people feel disillusioned, but after getting along for a while, everyone is attracted by her cool and cold temperament.

Just like an innate luminous body, this girl is mature and stable, tenacious and responsible, as if she can make people feel at ease and reliable wherever she goes.

In the minds of many disciples, Song Ye has long been regarded as the second closest person after Zhou Qingqing.

Now that she knew that she was abandoned and lost her love, and that she would be brought down by a bad woman like Takahashi Orika, more disciples felt pity in their hearts.

"Song Ling, don't worry, others don't understand your goodness, I understand, if no one will marry you, I will marry you." The male disciple beside him, who was protecting Song Ye, pulled her away. Takahashi Orika stood far away, patted his chest and made a promise. It was the first time I confessed to someone, and when I came up, it was still a proposal. The boy was so nervous that his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak easily.

And with his beginning, the other male disciples in the same team also expressed their opinions.

"Yes, as long as you want, we will line up for you to choose."

Standing in line to choose a boyfriend is the vanity that many girls dream of, but Song Ye got it out of nowhere, and it was still in the public eye.

"Cough cough, go back and stand." She coughed twice in a rare embarrassment, not daring to look up at someone's face on the stone steps.

As a married woman, she is still quite conscious, but this misunderstanding happened too quickly, and she couldn't resist.

And her embarrassing appearance fell into Takahashi Orika's eyes as hypocrisy and pretentiousness. Seeing a bunch of people holding her in the middle like a princess, Takahashi Orika was going crazy, and her back molars were grinding. Creeping, his face darkened with anger.

At this time, the female disciples of the Ye family who were only one aisle away could not see it.

However, the target they targeted was not Takahashi Orika, but Song Ye, who was being protected.

"Hey, haven't you seen the people from the master's house still up there? If you have something to say here, do you understand the rules? I want to show off my vanity and go back to my place to show off slowly, hey, he's really an enemy. Do more blame." This is obviously because Song Ye is being protected by so many male disciples, you must know that in normal times, these male disciples stick their eyes on them like flies.

This Song Ye looks so ugly, how can he be qualified to compare with them.

"Cut, if you really think you are a flower, why are we willing to protect our own people?" Compared with beauty and their own family, it must be their own family that is more important. We must support Song Ye.

Seeing that the two sides provoked trouble because of one sentence, Song Ye stood up and was about to speak, but his eyes turned to the last family to appear, and all the words were blocked in his throat.

Although the Ye family is the organizer, because they are young and women are in charge, they usually appear at the end of the show, which has become a habit for many years.

As the dark purple long skirt slowly swayed into the eyes, the voices of everyone on the field could not help but disappear and fell silent again, their eyes locked tightly in the same direction.

The fishtail skirt has a silver edge, and it rolls up beautiful patterns with the swing of the woman's walking. However, the figure of the thirty-five-year-old body is maintained like a little girl in her early twenties, wrapped in a long purple skirt. Exquisite and elegant. The long hair was rolled up high, and the emerald hairpin was inserted into it, which looked noble and elegant. The facial features of the fair face were exquisite, the corners of the eyes and the brows had faded from the tempering of the years, and they were a little sharper than those of the superiors. Fifteen or sixteen years old.

If Song Ye looks very similar to Ye Meirou at first glance, then if she and Ye Meijing appear at the same time, no one will doubt their mother-daughter relationship.

Because, it's too similar, from facial features to aura, Song Ye is very similar to this mother, even if they haven't met since childhood, that damn blood still binds the two tightly together.

Ye Meimei is exactly the same as ten years later, so Song Ye at this moment can't help but feel a sense of confusion in time and space.

Still in the background of the huge ancient building, she is under the stone steps, and Ye Meimei is above the stone steps.

"Mother." She called out, her tone unfamiliar but with a hint of hope.

"Shut up, you don't have this qualification." The woman scolded her condescendingly, her eyes full of disgust and disdain.

She raised her footsteps and wanted to walk towards her mother, but her mother raised her hand and summoned the dark guard. The blade stabbed her mercilessly, and her blood dripped all the way from the heights to the platform.

When she raised her eyes at the last moment, she lay on the ground and watched the blood blooming all the way. The mother who stood at the highest point along the blood flower looked at her coldly, and gently dropped two words, "Trash."

waste.

At that time, she didn't understand why her mother, who was number one on the killer list, regarded her as a beast of a flood, both black and white, and was frightened when she heard the news.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it means that she has no superpowers and is the failed product of the union of two families.

Song Ye broke free from her memory and found that her nails had sunk into her palm, causing tingling pain. She lowered her brows and closed her eyes, suppressing her overly strong emotions.

When she raised her eyes again, all that was left between her eyebrows was a large indifference.

Then she looked away from Ye Meimei, and she noticed that there was a slender figure behind him.

The lilac skirt is an improved modern style of the ru skirt in the Han Dynasty. The veil hangs down from the chest to cover the thighs, revealing a smooth and slender calf. The girl's blushing face is immature and green. But it is already long, exquisite and impeccable, Meishan is far away, small and straight nose bridge, cherry mouth, every detail is just right, like God's perfect creation.

This face is eight-point similar to Ye Meijing, but it looks like it was typed out of a copier like Song Ye.

Even Qin Zhan on the high platform showed a different kind of unexpected emotion in an instant. He didn't know Ye Lingyin's existence, and it was the first time he saw her.

At a certain moment, Qin Zhan subconsciously looked at Song Ye, who was not far away, and determined that there was no technique for synthesizing avatars, and the similarity that even confused the people beside the pillow was enough to prove how imaginative the two were.

The gasps on the scene came and went, and even the disciples who could see the master's family once a year couldn't help but admire them.

This much-loved eldest lady of the Ye family is really too delicate and beautiful, and she is so beautiful that it gives people an unreal feeling.

Even Song Ye herself has a kind of citrus that looks in the mirror. She has always paid little attention to her appearance. Most of the time, she is still disguised for convenience. It feels strange to see the living copy so clearly.