Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

In Shao's main house, Song Ye saw a lot of blooming flowers on the other shore, waving up and down like a large sea of ​​blood, guiding her step by step to hell.

"Oh, when I first saw these flowers, I was as amazing as you. The owner Shao is a very elegant person. I have been watching these other flowers for more than ten years, and I can always feel the sadness in them. Miss Song, you Feel it? "Somehow, Dr. Pang was behind her and walked to her, asking her how she felt after seeing the flowers.

He said that the emotion that the Shao family owner devoted to these flowers was sad, but what Song Ye saw was only blood and sin full of eyes.

Because the two lives together, the other side of the flower brought her only death and blood.

"Dr. Pang, I don't want you to disclose information about the owner with unrelated people." The front steward turned his head and warned. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and unconsciously glanced at Song Ye, and his eyes became more alert.

Dr. Pang has been around here for more than ten years. He has always been a talkative person. But why is it unusual today to first bring people up and enter the house to reveal the privacy of Shao's family at will? He felt that all of this willingness came from Song Ye.

The corridor in the house is very long. Due to the color of the roof tiles, the light in the entire house is not good. Song Ye watched the delicate layout of the Suzhou-Hangzhou garden all the way, and reached the front of the largest house in the middle of the house with the steps of the housekeeper.

In front of the two carved gates, the housekeeper stopped Song Ye. "Dr. Pang is advanced, and you can only go in with the consent of the owner."

Having said that, the housekeeper and Song Ye stood outside the door.

Twenty minutes later, Dr. Pang's voice came over. "Miss Song, please come in."

The steward frowned frantically and glanced at Song Ye obliquely, but didn't say more than letting go.

Song Ye stared down and stared at the two delicate woodcarved door buckles on the door. There was a strong hunch in her heart. As long as she pushed open the door in front of her, maybe this mystery of life experience would find a breakthrough.

But she was not afraid, and her steps resolutely rose up and went in.

With a slam, the lintel closed automatically, and the light in the room suddenly dim again.

"Cough, come here." A dull cough came, and the man's voice was thick and hoarse, but his momentum was undiminished.

Song Ye glanced at the low-key layout in the hall, and from the hanging calligraphy and paintings in the room, he probably speculated that the owner of the room was a literati. Between the steps, she had already walked behind the screen, and saw a square table with four treasures in her study on the side. A thin figure of a man was behind the desk.

Against the light, Song Ye looked at the man in the dimness, and the face that caught her eyes made her frown sharply.

The man was in a wheelchair. He was thin and lacking in exercise, but his waist was straight. The face was buried behind a dark desk, and it was full of shadows, but still couldn't hide the dust between Jun Yi and his eyes. .

Sword eyebrows, bright noses, thin lips and teeth, white skin and thin face, if you put on an ancient hair style, the man in front is a noble royal family, even in their early forties, they still cover up Can't live with this shy look.

But it wasn't his handsomeness that made Song Ye frown suddenly, but his looks, which made her feel too familiar.

Just like looking in the mirror, Song Ye was surprised that his appearance was similar to that of the opponent.

"You're finally here," said the man, sitting deep behind the table, with a deep eyebrow.

You finally came.

The message in this sentence was so big that Song Ye was caught in the spot for a moment, and he didn't know how to react.

The man recognized her and always knew she existed.

The look of a man is absolutely inseparable from her.

There must be some connection between the flowers on the other side of that yard and the organizations in the Alps.

Too many things that can be analyzed make Song Ye's emotions circling in her heart more complicated and unspeakable. She opened her mouth and finally spit out an obscure and difficult sentence, "What is your relationship with me?"

Obviously it was useless to evade camouflage at this time. The other party had already found out her details, and even said that she had been under his surveillance since she entered the Seven Family Clan.

That being the case, they are simply spread out to make it clear.

"My name is Shao Yichen." The man looked at her unconsciously, then raised his hand gently, and placed a Mo Yan in the book case on the palm of his hand, and then in front of her, Mo Yuan disappeared.

Song Yeqing's pupils suddenly contracted in an instant. The shock at the bottom of her eyes was not because she was magical because she was magical, but this ability was her most familiar with spatial power.

"Now, what do you think is the relationship between us?" Shao Yichen threw the question back to her, his pale face couldn't see his expression in the shadow.

Three-point-like looks, and the same spatial power, rely on only these two points, and then want to deny the blood relationship is deceiving oneself.

The identity of the person in front of her is most likely her ... father.

Father, the name has been combined for more than eighteen years in her lifetime. She no longer remembers it, no longer expects it, and can no longer pronounce these two obscure syllables from her mouth. It is like a **** in her heart. , Even if it doesn't hurt anymore.

That's how her family felt.

"Sit down, I didn't mean to force you. There's something you can do if you come to your door. As long as I can help you, it's inevitable." Holding her.

Song Ye sat at the other end of the desk, and his gaze fell on a piece of inked calligraphy on the desk case, which was a crazy wild grass, apparently written by Shao Yichen just before their future.

She twitched her fingertips, slightly painful, and closed her eyes to stop looking.

"My blood was mixed with other people's blood, which touched the recessive genetic disease, and the body was going to sleep." She found it difficult for her to have an aversion to the man in front of her, and even face to face, she all Feeling very close, subconsciously relaxed his precautions and told him his cause.

This is rare for a vigilant killer. Ironically, Song Ye knows that it's all because of that blood.

"Ah, I guessed it." Shao Yichen sighed softly, and then raised a gentle smile, "Don't worry, I will save you."

I will save you.

These four words smashed into Song Ye's heart, rippling ripples from her heart lake, which was calm like the Dead Sea.