Author: plastic kite

Father Song walked in front, taking three steps and turning back twice; Chen Tong followed behind, taking two steps and one step at a time.

She supported Rosin and never let down her guard. They always kept a distance of three feet, one behind the other, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

Chen Tong didn't know what Song's father was thinking, but he just thought he was a little weird. It was as if the mouthful of blood had vomited away most of his energy. Even though his skin and bones still looked young and strong, he couldn't hide the feeling of decadence and twilight.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Chen Tong rolled his eyes in his heart, asking questions knowingly.

"Na Zhixi doesn't want to ask me?"

He stopped and waited patiently for Chen Tong's answer.

The red gold fell on the horizon, and the shadows of the three people were stretched infinitely. The branches with claws and claws were like thorns growing in the shadow, firmly holding back the steps of the few people.

Chen Tong hated guessing people's thoughts the most, let alone this kind of thing.

So until the last ray of light fell on the horizon, Song's father did not wait for the expected response. The golden glow cast by the sun dissipated with itself, and was replaced by a silvery moon rising from the Western Mountain.

"Forget it, it's my fault after all, let's go home."

His back seemed to be a little shorter, for fear that Song Zhixi would spit out the word "no"; while Song Xiang kept holding her arm, and the strong grip from her wrist always reminded Chen Tong of the violent things the person in front of him had done.

act.

Chen Tong, who was at the center of the storm, felt as if he had fallen into a strange circle. Something was passing by but he couldn't catch it. Seeing that the main line had not moved yet and he was caught in this mess again, Chen Tong felt that his head was bigger than the two.

big.

Squeeze, squeeze hard.

Interns don't deserve a normal identity, right?

What surprised her the most was Rosin. The strength of this girl's hand... She had an arm wrestling match with her junior brother before, and the child's wrist strength was about the same as hers.

But Chen Tong, who could win easily every year, couldn't break away from Rosin's hand.

What does this mean? It means that one force can produce three parts of the effect using clever techniques, which means that Rosin must be a good practitioner.

Then guess why she didn't resist when Father Song wanted to kill her just now? She clearly has the strength!

The only possibility...

Rosin may be a tolerable thief.

It's hard to explain Father Song's change of face.

He said that he killed Song Xiang because Song Zhixi ran away, but the master and servant clearly did not even leave the door to the north of the city. Based on the authorization given by Song's father to Song Xiang, he should have known that he would go out with Song Xiang and be in a dominant position.

Chen Tong thought about it over and over again, but always felt like he couldn't connect somewhere.

Recall the key points...

Damn it! Could it be that Father Song knew that it was her who ran away?

Only by looking at yourself and Song Zhixi separately can you have the conditions to make Song's father angry! And Song's father is the main task force in Little A's mouth... In other words, he is in the wolf's den!

And it may have been exposed!

Chen Tong was horrified, but before she could take any action, Songxiang grabbed her arms that were clamped and slashed her neck with a knife. But Chen Tong had practiced at least, so he used his numb body to make a bow.

The waist narrowly escaped, and he shook off his clamped right arm and turned around to stand still.

Hiss, there is no way to avoid the competition.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song's father wondering what he was thinking. He could only see that his brows were furrowed, as if he was angry at being interfered with.

Are the two of them together?!

Chen Tong had to concentrate on dealing with the possible attacks from both sides. After all, Song Xiang couldn't hold his breath at first. His right hand turned into a claw and his left hand made a hook. He jumped up and launched a flying kick. Chen Tong had quick eyes and quick hands. It looked like he was going to be hit by her, but in fact

The subject and guest were exchanged, and Yi's strength was relieved. He bound her hands with one hand, and clamped her legs and knees with both legs, twisting them at an angle that was useless.

This move seemed cruel, but only Chen Tong knew that although the kick was aimed at her bottom, the hook and claw were aimed at her throat and at her heart.

Rosin is going to kill him!

"I'm sorry, I won't offend anyone unless they offend me." Chen Tong silently muttered an insult, "clicked" twice, and removed her arms without any trouble.

If there is really a misunderstanding, it is not too late to pick it up.

One is processed, and the other is left.

Chen Tong made a move towards Song's father and said in a deep voice, "Don't you still want to explain, Mr. Song?"

Song's father, who was named, suddenly changed from happy to regretful, "It's a pity that it's not the time yet."

Chen Tong:?

Father Song, who was relieved, touched his cheap daughter's dog head from a distance, and the loving expression on his face didn't look fake, which made Chen Tong feel a little paralyzed.

"No, what do you mean..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and interrupted, "Shh, God knows."

???

What the hell! Why don’t we fight?

The minions are still curled up on the ground. Are you surrendering?

Father Song took out an oil paper bag from his arms, walked briskly to Chen Tong, and reached out to wipe the unknown khaki substance on her face.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that Song Hongchun was very stubborn about smearing something on her face, Chen Tong jumped back two steps, then looked at the thing in his hand with a look of disgust, "Let me explain first, what is this."

"It's mud."

The honest and honest father Song stated truthfully.

Chen Tong was speechless, "So you smeared this thing on my face?"

Isn't this the same as the monkey and the mud-smeared Tang Monk?

Song's father sighed and shed tears as soon as he said it, "Zhixi, your face is broken."

Chen Tong subconsciously touched his face, "Where?"

"temple."

"Hey, don't pull!"

Song Hongchun watched helplessly as Song Zhixi pulled a small piece of elastic mud from his ear, and he suddenly became even more sad.

The flesh-colored mud he finally mixed up was not as breakable as a bullet, but at least it looked the same. Zhi Xi didn't cherish it so much, it seemed he didn't know how rare his flesh was.

The prodigal Chen Tong stared at the mud on his hands and fell into deep thought.

Boy, she's a clay figurine!

Thinking that she had entered the body of a clay figurine, Chen Tong realized that there was no hope for her internship. She thought that Gou A was just trying to stuff her into a fool's body, but she didn't expect that, haha, she is not a human at all!

"Come here quickly, the aquatic tree cannot stay in the world for long, so you have to quickly replace the piece with tomb mud." Song's father coaxed her in a low voice, while slowly approaching, for fear that Song Zhixi would jump another three feet away.

Chen Tong sighed.

This time she was really numb——

"What is an aquatic tree?"

Song's father slapped his thigh, maybe he was anxious to tell the truth, "Ahem, you are a clay figure. A clay figure needs water and wood as its bones, otherwise it cannot stand."

Not a single part of my body is genuine.

With the evidence in front of him, Chen Tongsheng sat helplessly on the stone pillar in front of his house and let Song's father wipe his face. Don't tell me, Song's father's craftsmanship is really not good at all.

Although it's inexplicably like her mother's way of making pancakes.

"Don't think I don't know, Song Xiang is with you! You can't beat me, I'm showing weakness and asking for peace." Chen Tong turned over fiercely, because Song's father said that there was a scar on the face next to him.

"How can you see it?" Song's father's eyes dimmed.

Now the person who takes orders from Rosin is not a mortal like him.

I have recommendations, let’s see if I can add more... I still have to save the manuscript, I’m bald. By the way, no one is curious about Chen Tong’s talent?
Chapter completed!