"Cooking cakes - the freshly baked cookies - the fragrant cookies -" As the Martian extinguished, a honest and honest face was reflected.

"I want two pancakes." A young man in a blue scholar's uniform walked over and took out two cents from his arms and patted them on the pancake stall. The young man was thin and his body was weak. He seemed to be afraid of the cold, his body curled up and his hands quickly closed into his sleeves.

"It's going to be done soon." Her honest face tried hard to squeeze out a smile. This is the best way to thank the customers who take care of their business. "The snow fell for three months last winter, and this year it's probably too tight. The young scholar should pay attention to his health, but don't freeze, and he will be the top scorer in the future."

"Uncle Cheng Jiyan." The young man said with a smile: "However, not everyone can pass the exam."

"I saw that the little scholar was smart and vigorous, and he was very lucky and would definitely be able to pass the top scorer."

"Thank you, then. If I can pass the scholarship exam, I will definitely come over to write an inscription for the uncle. As for this cooked cake, I will change my name to the Zhuangyuan cooked cake—"

The young man reached out to pick up the pancakes. The pancakes were hot and steaming. It looked a little scared and dared not touch them.

"The little scholar is tender and tender." The uncle looked at the little scholar's palm and said, "Don't be afraid, it's hot."

"Then thank you uncle." The little scholar reached out to receive the cooked cake.

In the flash of lightning, the young man had already seized the wrist of Uncle Chuabiao.

"You are not a scholar." Uncle Chaibing looked like a knife and looked at the little scholar's eyes.

"You are not a seller of cooked cakes, either." The little scholar still had a smile on his face.

"Do you know who I am? You dare to attack me?"

"It's not just you - all the wolves and wild dogs raised by Song will die."

When the little scholar was speaking, five sharp thorns suddenly appeared on the five fingers. The five sharp thorns pierced at Uncle Chaibing's throat.

Bang--

Uncle Chaibing made a move like lightning and grabbed the murderous arm of the little scholar. Five spikes were about to hit the big man's neck, but it was difficult to move forward any more.

"The little scholar turned out to be a little girl. I'm afraid she didn't have enough strength?" The big man with cooked cake was full of mockery.

"That's the reckless man who competes for strength." The smile on the little scholar's face became even more weird. "I'm the killer."

While speaking, the little scholar's five fingers that clasped the big man's wrist also grew sharp thorns.

Click—

The little scholar pierced hard, and one of the big man with cooked cakes was cut off by him.

"ah--"

The big man in the pancake exhaled in pain.

Taking advantage of his unstable attitude, the five spikes of the little scholar's finger pierced into his chest like lightning.

Snap-

The sound of flesh being cut off came-

"Boss lady, buy a box of rouge—"

"Which box is the lady like?"

"The boss will recommend one."

"I think this box of grimaceful cherry blossoms is good. It makes the skin white and tender when applied, just like cherry blossom petals-"

"Is that so? The boss lady helps me try it-"

"No problem. The lady looks so good. She must be very beautiful when she paints the rouge in our house-"

The proprietress unscrewed the rouge box, dipped it a little bit of rouge with her fingertips, and then applied it to the guest's face--

Snap-

I just felt a pain in my abdomen.

As she lowered her head, a slender dagger was stabbing into her stomach.

"You-you-"

"Rouge is very good." The girl took the rouge box from the boss's wife and whispered: "I like it."—

Yihongyuan.

"Customer, please come in - I have a girl with a good appearance, so I'll help you arrange it?"

Snap-

The huge head had fallen to the ground.

"Ah—killing—"

"Help-Help-"

"Run--"--

The word "Hi" on the window is bright red, and the red silk on the beam is extremely dazzling. The big red lantern hanging at the door is burning, and white wolf oil is added inside, which keeps the fire lasting and vigorous, while also emitting a refreshing fragrance to the outside. Even the clothes on all the people of the Song family are made of new things, and the fresh smell of new silk is also smelled.

Dingsheng House, every detail can be revealed.

However, all of this seems to be ironic, dazzling and unbearable at this moment.

Song family mansion. The Song family members gathered together.

Just now, the lights were still decorated with joy, laughter and guests gathered. All the high-ranking officials and noble families came to congratulate each other, and even the monarch who was tall and above came to have a cup of Heytea and wedding wine. This was the time when Song family once again showed their supreme authority and glorious lintel to the Tiandu City and the entire West Wind Empire.

However, what no one expected was that things in the world were unpredictable and unpredictable.

A group of people who were showing off their power just now fell from heaven to hell in a short while.

"The old god - is there any news?" Song Zhongmou asked.

At this time, Song Zhongmou was standing in the middle of the lobby, tall, but his cheeks were extremely thin, and his facial features gave people the feeling of cutting a knife and cutting an axe.

Song Zhongmou's expression was calm, his words were firm, and his back was straight like a green pine. If Song Gudu was the soul of the Song family, Song Zhongmou was the leader of the Song family. The wolf pack teared the tiger, and it would be difficult to go.

As the leader of the Song clan, he must maintain restraint and calm at this time. If he also panics, who can save the Song clan? I am afraid that the Song clan will be really pushed to the ground by someone.

"No news has been sent back." Song Weidong whispered. "I have sent six groups of people to visit the old god, but after the six groups of people went there, there was no news. Young Master Tingyun also personally rushed to the city defense camp's tent, preparing to install the Kirin Army's essence mirror to pick up the old god - until now, no news has been sent back."

"Have you ever gone to the city defense camp to inquire?" Song Zhongmou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his uneasiness felt stronger. The old god lived outside the city. The Song Mansion sent six groups of people to visit the old god, but no one came back to report the news.

What does this mean?

This shows that the Song Mansion has been surrounded by surveillance. Anyone who comes out of the Song Mansion will be quickly followed and no one will be spared.

"Who dares to act like this?" Song Zhongmou thought about the answer to this question in his heart. This feeling was very bad, and it made him very scared. When the enemy was in front of him, Song's family was made into dumplings, but they didn't know who the enemy was-

Is it just a little dragon?

This is impossible.

Xiaolong is indeed capable, and Lu also buried some chess pieces in Tiandu City and did not clear them. However, if it were just those people, it would not be enough to shake the foundation of the Song family.

It is hard for outsiders to imagine how deep the Song family has in this Tiandu City, and how many Song family masters are ambushed on Xuanwu Street in front of the gate.

The shopkeeper of the bun shop, the owner of the rouge shop, the strong man who carts selling cakes, and the girl Turtle from Ziyulou and Yihongyuan-

If someone dares to be unfavorable to the Song family and does not need to take action by the insiders of the Song family, the power of the outside will be enough to wipe them out as scum.

However, no one in the inner palace can get out now, and no one can come in to inform us—

That proves that all these people were killed.

"I sent someone to the city defense camp, but no news came back." Song Weidong replied carefully: "Zhang Siyuan, the commander of the city defense camp, is ours, and there should be no problem with him, right?"

"There is no news until now. Do you still think that Zhang Siyuan is our person?" A murderous intent finally appeared in Song Zhongmou's eyes, and he said coldly: "With Zhang Siyuan's ability and means, such a thing happened in Tiandu City. Can he keep him in the dark? If he knew everything, but he still held the camp and kept his troops in motion - his thoughts are worth speculation."

Song Zhongmou did not know that Song Gudu, the old god of the Song family, had already been resolved, so he had great hope for whether Song could survive this sadness. Moreover, he did not fully predict how severe the matter would develop.

Because in his heart, the old god will not die.

As long as the old god does not die, what kind of climate can the lonely ghosts that occasionally jump out? How many dangers have the Song family encountered over the past thousand years? Compared with the previous experiences, this time is really nothing big.

However, they were all trapped in guarding Tiandu, or in other words, they were trapped in guarding the Song Mansion. What happened outside? The old god - there should be nothing wrong, right?

"Or—I'll go out for a walk in person?" Song Weidong said. "I'll go to the city defense camp to see what happened to Mr. Tingyun in the city defense camp. It's better if there is nothing to do. If there is something to do, I can also help a little. When Mr. Tingyun comes out, we will lead thousands of elite Qilin Army troops to the old house to protect the old gods, and the difficulties faced by the family will be solved."

Song Zhongmou pondered for a moment and said, "Okay. Someone will always go out to see what happened. Weidong, I will now send half of the guards in the mansion to you, and they will protect your safety. If there is something wrong with Tingyun, they can help, and I think there will be no problem-"

"Master, I only have two or three people, so the rest should stay in the mansion."

"What? Do you think someone dares to come to my Song family mansion to act wildly? If that's the case, our Song family is not far from the period of destruction-" Song Zhongmou said arrogantly: "The old god is still here, who dares to do this evil thing? Don't they want the head on their necks?"

Gu Qinglin, who had been sitting next to him without saying a word, also said, "Yes. Even if the situation is corrupt, it will not be so bad - as long as Tingyun gets out of trouble, or the old god knows what is happening in the city, those villains will automatically disappear."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of a clanging armored jacket hitting outside the Song Mansion.

A servant rushed in and shouted anxiously: "Master, Master - our Song Mansion is surrounded by someone-"
Chapter completed!