Bulwark of Light

Chapter 91 No. 18, Lipu Street

“Madam…I…”

The wind on the roof blew and the crow woke up. He hesitated for a long time, then cautiously Asked: “Did I do something wrong?”

The woman with the umbrella silently looked at the trees, buildings, and birds in the old city, she looked the head, and said, “You did nothing wrong.”

Since the rules of the Sincere Society have been established, they should naturally be followed.

Those who cross the line will be punished for crossing the line.

But…not everything is right or wrong.

Big people value pros and cons more than right and wrong.

Sometimes it’s okay to do something wrong, as long as everyone is profitable.

“Since I did nothing wrong, there is nothing to hide!” Crow raised his chest and loudly said: “Since you handed over the Beitang to me, Madam, I will not take a half step back. The rules are Everyone agreed, I will act according to the rules, there is no reason to back down!”

“You are very good at fighting, I know.” Madam spoke earnestly, speaking slowly but powerfully, saying: “But Martial power can’t solve all problems… Now the matter has passed, you remember my instructions just now, and I will handle the rest of the matter for you.”

The crow was startled. startled.

This remark of Madam, instead, made the blood in his heart gradually cool down.

Song Ci slowly lowered her head.

Actually, he understands what Mrs. means, the person who sets the rules is often not the one who can fight the most.

But in Song Ci’s world, fists are the truth, and strength is the rules… So after he entered the sincere meeting, he quickly made a name for himself. Yes, sincerity will be ruthless, but he is a lifeless person, a common man.

Pieve was furious and blood spattered five steps.

This is an idiot whose fists are hard enough to understand the law after being bruised and bruised, so he regards it as a standard and never wavers.

He doesn’t care what Chen San wants to do.

He was serious about what he said when they met at Jiangtan.

“Parrots.”

The woman spoke again, and she softly recited a name that only she could pronounce.

Mrs. Song Ci never called Song Ci the name “Crow”.

When she brought the orphan back from the old town, everyone was calling him a crow, and everyone thought he was an ominous man…but she didn’t think so, this child was full of dirt but There is a pure and sincere light of unique and unmatched in his eyes, he fights gossip with a nonchalant attitude, slanders and slanders, although embarrassed but useful.

Only she could see that this little fellow was pitiful and vicious, like a porcupine who tried his best to show his barbs, and all his arrogance was just a disguise.

Everyone called him a crow, but they didn’t know that there was a pure white Pure Heart under the crow’s black feathers.

Since that day, the database in the deep sea has undergone subtle changes. In the archives of the old city of Dadu, there is a miserable young man named Song Ci missing, and there is a “Song Yingji” under his wife’s hands. This young man named Song Yingji is fierce and sturdy. Hard, came to the underground of Dadu out of thin air, penetrated all the opponents all the way, and conquered the entire North Sincere Hall.

In the eyes of the transcenders in most of the underground, Song Yingji is a more terrifying existence than Zhao Xilai.

The big man aloof and remote can’t drown himself with spit.

But Song Yingji is different, his fist will actually land on his face.

So, a coincidence happened. I don’t know from which day someone started to call him “raven”. Fate likes to make such a funny joke occasionally. Unexpectedly, after the sudden change of his life trajectory, he went around and changed his name, but he still could not get rid of the title of the ominous crow.

In the old city, that sloppy young man whose parents had died, his name was Song Ci, and his nickname was Crow.

Sincerely, I beat the entire North Church with one hand, and everyone became terror-stricken at the news. The super ruthless, the name is Song Yingji, and the nickname is the crow.

Everyone calls him Crow.

Only the wife is different, the wife calls him Song Yingji.

“Although Zhao Qi is not married to me, he is my husband in name after all.” The lady lightly sighed and said, “Now he is in the Zhao clan, and there is only one son left. Once he is famous, no matter how hard he tries, he will not be able to make waves. So…if he does something stupid in the future, I hope you don’t make an impulsive decision.”

This is a warning to yourself, Try to avoid conflict with Zhao Qi.

“I listen to you…”

The crow laughed silently and spoke with difficulty.

After listening to the lady’s short sentence, it took a lot of energy for him, so this idle person who was lazily lying in the wicker chair and basking in the sun now looks like a prostration and powerless. The patient, sickly, promised: “I will hide for a while, whether it’s Chen San’s people or Zhao Qi’s people… If you trouble me, I will run away.”

He is the best at running away.

Mrs. silently held an umbrella and stood with him for ten minutes. During these ten minutes, neither of them spoke. The wind crashed-bang on the dilapidated roof, and a heavy cloud blocked the sun.

“Really…I promise, I won’t cause trouble.” Song Ci rubbed his face vigorously, and took care of his emotions.

“I’m going to a place.”

The lady glanced at him and said, “I don’t have a car, do you want to come?”

“… Me? Of course!” Song Ci was startled, somewhat flattered, and hurriedly agreed.

The lady said again: “The premise is that you have changed your clothes.”

Song Ci bowed her head awkwardly and checked her clothes. It should be the reason for running away just now. , the button of the floral shirt is missing one, it can’t be closed halfway, the flip-flops are muddy and dried by the wind, and the feet feel hard when they land.

My outfit is really shabby.

He scratched his head and came up with a raised leg. He stepped on slippers on the soles of his feet, and pressed hard against the railing of the roof, trying to scrape the air-dried mud back and forth.

“When I came, I prepared a formal suit for you. Just go downstairs.” This scene made the lady frown.

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Half an hour later, a dark Wraith was driving down the road.

The newly dressed Song Yingji sat in the main driver’s seat, driving quietly and silently.

It’s no exaggeration to describe him with a makeover.

With an inch head and a black suit, it has a sharp blade texture, especially when he is not talking, his face is full of chills, and his temperament is stronger than those bodyguards chasing in the alley during the day. Too much… This is the gap between a lion and a pet cat.

Song Yingji glanced at the navigation, Lipu Street.

He opened his mouth softly and asked, “Lipu Street, about forty minutes… Madam is going to meet friends and have afternoon tea?”

“Go to See a psychiatrist.”

The lady sitting in the back seat, hugging her shoulders and leaning against the window for a nap, she slowly opened her mouth, and her voice revealed a three-pointed fatigue: “Recently…a little can’t sleep. .”

Song Yingji was stunned.

“Can’t sleep?” He was a little alert, and said, “Are you sure about this kind of problem…the psychiatrist on Lipu Street is useful?”

“No intention to interfere with your decision-making,” Song Yingji said solemnly: “It’s just that your time is as expensive as this treasure… If the other party is just an ordinary person, there’s no need to try it.”

Insomnia is quite common.

Ordinary spirituality transcenders have the ability to hypnotize, and logically they can be solved. Leaving aside the disciples under Zhao’s own command, there are also many spiritual transcenders in the sincere society. Yingji reaches in with one hand and can lift seven or eight out.

“This was recommended by Cui Zhongcheng.” Madam rubbed her brows, and worriedly said: “I have already found several spiritual departments before, and even the transcender on the tenth floor of the deep sea didn’t see my problem. The sleep time is getting less and less every day, and the turmoil of the law is getting bigger and bigger, I have to cheer up, and I must not lose the chain at this juncture.”

After hearing Cui Zhongcheng’s name, I originally wanted to Song Yingji, who was talking about something, suddenly shut up.

Looking at Dadu, there are not many people who can convince him, but this little Mr. Cui is one of them.

“The tenth floor of the deep sea, I can’t see the problem… A small Lipu Street, is there a transcender that is more powerful than the tenth floor?” Song Yingji felt a little unimaginable.

“Unbelievable, isn’t it?” Madam supported her forehead, rubbing her slender jade fingers slowly, and said in a dull voice, “If it wasn’t for Cui Zhongcheng…I wouldn’t believe it…it is said that he is still a A boy of seventeen or eighteen.”

“A boy of seventeen or eighteen? The protagonist of the novel is not so powerful, right?”

Song Yingji couldn’t help laughing, “Little Could Mr. Cui have made a mistake?”

It was a coincidence that upon hearing this sentence, an image popped up involuntarily in Song Ying’s mind…

Seventeen Eight years old…youth…

Gu Shen.

As soon as the idea came out, he was immediately rejected.

How could there be such a coincidence in this world!

And no matter how you look at it, Gu Shen doesn’t look like the protagonist of a novel.

“In the past ten years, what Cui Zhongcheng said seems to have come true, right?” Madam sat in the back seat and looked at the scenery by the window. It was sunny half an hour ago, but now it’s raining outside. When it rains lightly, most cities are like this, located in the south of the Yangtze River. After the autumn, it is often shrouded in rain and fog, and it is bleak.

She laughed softly and said, “Although I really want to see how he went wrong, I hope this time is no exception.”

“Of course…that’s Mr. Cui. !”

After hearing Cui Zhongcheng’s name, Song Ying set the tension in her heart because of worry, and relaxed for no reason. That man does have the ability to relax and trust.

He comforted in a wide voice, “Ma’am, everything will be fine.”

The woman had already closed her eyes in the slight jolt, just snorted softly in her nose, her voice like balderdash.

The rain beats on the window, and the soft white noise is transmitted into the ear through the glass, which is delicate and not noisy.

She fell into a rare light sleep.

Song Yingji stopped making a sound, and silently slowed down the speed so as not to disturb the lady’s nap.

“Lipu Street… No. 18…”

He glanced at the destination displayed on the navigation, and in the heart whispered the strange name of this clinic.

“The Whisperer.”

(End of this chapter)