"Do you know? You have also grasped the whereabouts of those people?"

Song Yiran frowned, with a little anxious voice. As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Gong Jue's sneer, like a sharp thorn, piercing into Song Yiran's heart. Something was blocked in her chest was particularly uncomfortable. She took a deep breath quietly and calmed down.

"So? I called it out in a special call, maybe I have something to say."

"What a polite one."

Gong Jue said as if she was self-deprecating, with a faint sarcastic voice that made Song Yiran feel helpless. It was unstable and sarcastic? What adjectives did she use to describe Gong Jue now?

"Ranran, let's change the rules of the game. Do you think it's okay?"

Song Yiran's fingers holding the phone tightened and did not speak. What's her say? All the initiative is in Gong Jue's hands, right? He always seizes the most appropriate opportunity. When he is fully engaged in his psychological construction, he can easily appear and let the vortex of the past expand and cover her again.

Is it the purpose of Gong Jue to let himself be bound by pain?

Even if she knew clearly, Song still could only bear it. This was the crime she committed, the price she should pay, and the punishment that darkness gathered on her.

"Say, what do you want to do."

"I can help you, not to help you find Song Xiaobao. It also includes investigating Rongchen. He should be the person you care about the most besides Song Xiaobao. Li Shaoyan couldn't find Rongchen at all, only I can find him."

Gong Jue's tone was very plain and he had no intention of showing off.

He was just saying that the weather was very good today, and it was so quiet that it was so scary.

"Then, what should I do?"

"When everything is settled, come back. Be with me and we will atone for our sins. I want you to be completely broken with the past!"

Gong Jue's tone suddenly became cold and fierce. Even if he couldn't face him, Song could clearly feel his passion. The dense and sharp thorns were like dense nets, covering Song Yiran. The more he struggled, the deeper the thorns, the more painful it was.

"Okay, I promise you."

It took a long time before Song Yiran heard his voice, low, calm, and emotionless.

"Okay, Xier and I are waiting for you. Remember, we will break it completely."

Gong Jue was very satisfied with Song Yiran's answer, and was even excited by the pain in her tone. The blood in her body seemed to be boiling, circulating from her limbs and bones, bringing him an inexplicable pleasure. However, when everything settled, when he held the phone in his hand, the original excitement and pleasure were nothingness and confusion.

Raise your hand and gently cover your heart.

What's the point of doing this?

Yes, it's meaningless! But he couldn't control himself in time. When he thought that Song Yiran was still alive, living happily and his Xier was forgotten, he could only live in pain, and Gong Jue could not control the viciousness and cruelty in his bones.

Do you hate Song Yiran?

In fact, it is not that profound, it is just a habitual one. He doesn't want to immerse himself in hell and suffer pain, he needs company. That's why he tried his best to pull Song Yiran, and no matter what, he must let him sink into hell with himself.

Entangled, endless.

After putting down the phone, Song Yiran was already sleepless. His head was so clear that he seemed to be in a nightmare again.

In front of her, she looked like the first child she killed, with her ignorant and bright and clear eyes, her smile after seeing her, her fear that she had no time to show before death and the final frozen scene. However, Xi'er, covered in blood, was lying on the cold ground dying.

The bright red blood almost filled her world, and Song still felt that she was lying in the bathtub. What was flowing out of the faucet was not water, but bright red blood. The rising height made her immersed herself in it, and the blood flooded her lips, and then her nose...

The suffocating pain made Song Yiran frown, and big beads of sweat rolled down on his forehead.

Her face was pale, and her hands subconsciously grabbed the bed sheet. She was obviously on the bed in the room, but she felt as if she was drowned in blood. She couldn't open her eyes, couldn't move, and her limbs were stiff and weak, so she could only let herself be submerged in blood.

Very painful.

What to do, who will save her! Who will...Save her!

"Ranran, are you okay?"

Who is it? Who is calling her? Such an anxious tone, so panicked? Who is it? Why can't she remember it? Who is it?

"Ranran, be good, wake up."

Li Shaoyan's brows were frowning tightly, and the coldness in his eyes almost freezes everything into ice. He just went to the study room, why did he see Song Yiran sitting on the bed in pain and suffocation as soon as he entered the door? Why couldn't she hear her screams?

"Song Yiran, wake me up!"

There was a worry and fear in his heart that he had never seen before. He had never seen Song Yiran like this. He knew that she was trapped in the nightmare of the past, and could only let her wake up as soon as possible so that she would not be so painful. But she couldn't hear his voice, she couldn't hear it.

Li Shaoyan held Song Yiran's shoulders and couldn't help but use force to increase the force. He kept shaking, hoping that she could wake up.

"Baby, don't scare me, wake up quickly. Ranran, baby..."

There was even a hint of panic in Li Shaoyan's voice, and his hoarse voice was trembling a little. He tried his best to make his voice gentle, hugged the person in his arms vigorously, so that she could feel his existence.

The body in my arms was stiff and frighteningly cold.

Li Shaoyan called Song Yiran's name over and over again, feeling the person in his arms gradually softening his body, and the hanging heart finally gradually let go.

Song Yiran's eyes were a little out of focus, and he felt sweaty all over, as if he was fished out of the water. His big eyes stared at Li Shaoyan without blinking, and the fragility deep in his pupils made him feel extremely distressed.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all over. I'll be with you, you don't have to worry about it."

"Li Shaoyan..."

Song Yiran spoke, his voice was so low that he was hoarse. He just called Li Shaoyan's name and it stopped abruptly, and his hands tightly clutched his sleeves.

Breathing in big mouthfuls, as if only in this way can we dispel the pain and dullness of chest depression.

Just now, she almost thought she would die. The feeling of being in the pain of the past made Song Yiran almost collapse. She always thought she had come out, but Gong Jue reminded her over and over again that no matter how real the things she deceived herself, she would be like a nightmare, like a shadow.

Song Yiran was immersed in his thoughts, not seeing Li Shaoyan's cold and sharp eyes, nor did he see the anger and murderous intent hidden in those black eyes.

His eyes fell on the phone beside him, and he could guess what was going on without looking at it.

Gong Jue! Gong Jue!

What exactly is he doing this? What exactly does he want to do? Damn, he will never forgive him, absolutely not!

Song Yiran quickly adjusted, she locked all the negative emotions in the deepest part of her heart, put them in the depths of the darkness and let them accumulate.

She looked as if nothing happened, smiled and withdrew from Li Shaoyan's arms, hugged his face and kissed him, then lay down in the quilt and continued to sleep easily. Her eyebrows and eyes were curved and her lips were smiling. She worked so hard, but she didn't know how distressed her expression seemed to Li Shaoyan.

He sat beside the bed and stared at her deeply.

The hand on one side firmly clenched into a fist, and the nails penetrated into the palm of the palm, but there was no pain at all.

This incident was treated as an episode and no one mentioned it again. Song Yiran woke up and became full of energy. After dinner, he went to the Mu family with Li Shaoyan.

At this time, the ruins of the Mu family had been cleared, and all rubbles and other things were cleared away. The entire Mu family was only burnt land, and the huge area showed its glory and magnificence in the past.

"I'm going, it's all like this. How can I find the basement?"

Song Yiran looked at everything in front of him with a headache, frowning tightly.

"map."

Li Shaoyan reached out, and Song Yiran turned around and took out the map from his backpack and handed it to him. Li Shaoyan took it and looked at it without saying a word. He was very devoted and serious, and his side face looked very charming. Song Yiran's eyes swept around boredly, and finally frozen on Li Shaoyan.

Oh, it is said that serious men are the most attractive. It is true that they are true.

She is worthy of being her man, she is so handsome.

Song Yiran was fascinated by the fact that he reached out his hand in a fascination, gently stroked Li Shaoyan's forehead and then his cheeks with his fingertips, and finally fell on his sexy thin lips. His fingers were rubbed unconsciously, as if they were tempting, and as if they were teasing.

A helpless smile flashed in Li Shaoyan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to catch his unhonest fingers.

"Be good, don't make trouble."

"All right."

Song Yiran shrugged, withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, turned his head and pretended to look elsewhere. Li Shaoyan studied the map carefully again, so he didn't see that Song Yiran rarely blushed.

"Come with me."

Ten minutes later, Li Shaoyan put away the map directly. After saying that, he walked forward directly. Song Yiran was stunned for a moment before following.

The two walked to the center of the Mu family, Li Shaoyan frowned, walking left and right, as if measuring. Song Yiran looked at him inexplicably, and the two of them went tossed within a few meters for about fifteen minutes.

"here."

Finally, Li Shaoyan determined the location, but Song Yiran was confused.

"How did you know?"

"The map, combined with the previous layout of the Mu family."

"So, you actually remember the layout of the Mu family clearly. Even if the Mu family is already in ruins now? Li Shaoyan, are you really a human being?"

"Do you don't know if I'm a human?"

Li Shaoyan raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yiran with amusement and tears.

OK, she said the wrong thing. Song Yiran shrugged, then frowned and looked at the location where Li Shaoyan pointed out: "It looks bare here, how can I find the entrance?"

"dig."

“Huh?”

Song Yiran stared at Li Shaoyan with wide eyes. This man actually used the simplest and most rude way? He was not afraid of digging a landslide. Wouldn't they be in vain?

But, is there a more appropriate method besides this?

Obviously not.

So Song Yiran was just shocked, and then calmly took it down and followed Li Shaoyan's instructions. Soon, Li Shaoyan's smart and capable subordinates came with special tools. Fortunately, it was not the excavator that Song Yiran understood.

Small-scale, light-weight blasting, professional tools and a large number of labor, progress is very rapid.

Five minutes later, a layer of stone slabs appeared on the ground. Someone took the crowbar and went forward, but it didn't move at all. He tried other methods, but it had been fruitless for a long time.

Li Shaoyan frowned, walked forward and circled the stone slab, and had a calculation in his heart.

"fry."
Chapter completed!