Netherworld Investigator Chapter 450: Strong backing

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The chief patriarch slowly stroked his long beard, and said in a full-bodied voice: "Xiaoting, I often tell you that everything is determined by heaven. There is no such thing as perfect in the world. , In the end will only end up hurting both sides, why bother?"

Song Heting said: "But the patriarch, the Wensong branch is almost extinct, how can I not worry about it?"

The chief patriarch said: "The Jiangbei Remnant Sword is the lifelong enemy of the Song family. Several times, the Song family almost wiped out the entire clan. Even though Song Ci, the criminal mention officer back then, tried his best, he couldn't get rid of it! Song Yang is this. The generation of descendants closest to Song Ci in a thousand years, perhaps this is God’s will to let Jiangbei Remnant Sword be eradicated in this generation. Xiaoting, you don’t have to be too obsessed, there are many things in this world that are more important than blood inheritance. Don’t forget that it’s the duty of the Song family to wash the wrongs and ban violence. Gouquan lives in this deep mountain and old forest. He blindly preserves the incense, has amazing skills but does not enter the world. What is the difference between my generation and the snake and rat?" /

Song Heting said: "The patriarch, I didn't say that he would not be allowed to deal with the Jiangbei Remnant Sword, but I just want to have more insurance to protect the continuation of our clan!"

The chief patriarch shook his head slightly: "Just let it go, let Song Yang choose this matter, Song Yang..."

When I heard my name, I immediately agreed: "The chief patriarch!"

The chief patriarch said: "Be cautious when you rush outside. Jiangbei Remnant Dao is not your enemy alone, but also the enemy of the entire Song family. Remember that a single tree cannot become a forest, and the Song family will always be your strongest backing. "

I replied respectfully: "I remember, patriarch."

The chief patriarch said lightly: "You all get up, I should go back to rest, too."

Then he turned and left, until he disappeared on the mountain road, and everyone straightened up. Song Heting's expression seemed a little unwilling, but the patriarch had already let out her words, and she had no choice but to say slowly: "Song Yang, rest early tonight, and I will send you out tomorrow morning!"

I said, "Auntie, how offended just now."

She waved her hand and said: "Stop talking, I have something wrong, OK, everyone, go back and rest!"

Everyone left, and we returned to the old house of Song's house. Song Jie fell to the ground, unconscious, and was knocked unconscious by Song Heting. The whole living room completely collapsed. It turned out that the pillar was interrupted when they were fighting. What a fierce battle was that?

Song Xingchen and I got up early the next morning without a word for a night, and I packed up and prepared to leave. The village chief arranged for a boy named Song Shichao to drive us. He was older than me and younger than me. He was very unaccustomed to calling me uncle.

Song Shichao drove an off-road vehicle and put all our luggage on the vehicle. There was not much luggage, as long as it was the local specialties sent by the villagers, such as dried bamboo shoots, bacon, and preserved fruits. The hospitality of others is difficult, and I really can't refuse, thinking what to do with this bunch of trains.

Many people came to see off. Song Heting alone did not see Song Heting. Song Jie said: "My mother didn't sleep all night and kept sighing. Alas, my mother is so worried!"

I said: "It doesn't matter if she doesn't come, I don't know what to say to my aunt."

Song Jie sticks out her tongue and smiles: "Fortunately, I don't need to marry you. From now on, I will call your cousin or call you something better. Thinking about it, I feel very twisted."

I scratched her nose mysteriously: "You already belonged to you, right?"

Song Jie's cheeks reddened, and she punched me with her fist: "Nonsense, who has the right to belong." She said that, but she glanced at Song Xingchen shyly.

When we left at the intersection, Song Jie said, "Be careful on your way. I'll come to the city to play with you when I have time. If my mother lets me go!"

I promised, pushing and sitting next to Song Xingchen, and asked in a low voice: "Are you nothing to tell her?"

Song Xingchen replied stiffly: "No!"

I urged him to say: "If you have nothing to say, please go to the individual. I will go back this time and I don't know when I will meet again."

Song Xingchen was still indifferent. Although there was no expression on his face, his fingers kept fiddle with the decoration on the scabbard, as if there were a thousand words but he didn't know how to speak.

I ordered him to go down and report to the individual, and Song Xingchen got out of the car.

The two stood at the intersection and talked for a long time, then Song Jie threw herself into Song Xingchen's arms, acting like a child. Uncharacteristically, Song Xingchen seemed particularly at a loss. He didn't even know what to put his hands in, whispering something.

Looking at this scene from the rearview mirror, I couldn't help but smile. This time I came back through all kinds of obstacles, but everything is not as important as this moment.

When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win but countless people!