Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Song Wenlong's expression changed as he stared at the thick stack of papers.

Everyone who saw it wanted to know what was written on the document.

Jiang Zhiyi coughed lightly and asked, "Does Patriarch Song think the conditions are harsh?"

Song Wenlong nodded.

"Haha, Patriarch Song, do you know that what you have in your hands is only one tenth of the daily needs of the one billion people in Yanlong Country. Why is it that it has become a difficult matter for Patriarch Song?"

Jiang Zhiyi sneered:

"Has Patriarch Song's sense of propriety, righteousness, and integrity been lost to the world for so many years?"

Song Wenlong was furious.

The surrounding Xuan magicians raised their weapons again.

Song Wenlong quickly suppressed those mysterious masters.

What a bunch of clueless people. They were all knocked down by one person just now. How dare they still have the nerve to start a fight?

His face turned pale and red as he looked at Jiang Zhiyi and said, "Messenger, how can you be so disrespectful to the elderly and the young when you are so young?"

"Oh, I only respect people." Jiang Zhiyi said lightly.

It is estimated that most of these people were involved in the murder of Xiao Ming's family.

He didn't kill them now so that Xiao Ming could do it himself later, but it didn't mean that he wanted to let them have an easy time.

How could he let go of the person who bullied him so easily?

If they don't die of rage, they'll be at least half dead.

Song Wenlong: ...

Song Ze: ...

"Is it shameful for an envoy to wear a mask?" Finally, when Song Wenlong was gasping for breath in anger, Song Ze found the right time to stir up trouble.

He had long been fed up with this so-called messenger.

He is always pretending and wearing a mask.

What if this is the set of a martial arts drama?

Humph, I will have to deal with him sooner or later.

"I can't stand ugly things. I'm afraid your ugliness will pollute my handsome face." Jiang Zhiyi pointed at Song Ze and Jiang Nian.

Jiang Nian grabbed Song Ze's arm tightly when Song Ze opened his mouth.

Song Ze didn't know who the masked man was, but he knew.

It’s Jiang Zhiyi.

It must be Jiang Zhiyi.

Jiang Zhiyi came to seek revenge on him and to snatch Song Ze away.

He couldn't let Jiang Zhiyi take Song Ze away.

Song Ze can only be his.

"Brother Ze, he must be an ugly person wearing a mask. A mentally ill person will never admit that he is mentally ill."

Jiang Nian mustered up all his courage and spoke.

The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became: "Let's not be curious about what he looks like."

The voice trembled with fear.

He was afraid that Jiang Zhiyi would beat him again.

He saw clearly just now that the Master Xuan raised by the Song family couldn't withstand a single move from Jiang Zhiyi.

Song Ze pushed Jiang Nian away, his whole body filled with coldness.

Useless thing, why didn’t he realize that Jiang Nian was such an idiot before?

Did he want to see the face beneath the mask?

Damn, retard!

Jiang Nian was thrown to the ground and his hands were rubbed by the floor tiles until the skin was peeling.

He couldn't understand why Song Ze's attitude towards him changed so drastically?

And why did Song Ze look at him with such disgust.

Wasn’t it that Song Ze liked his weak appearance the most in the past?

I remember when Jiang Zhiyi was just brought back, Song Ze said in front of Jiang's family that Jiang Zhiyi was not as cute as him.

Was everything before fake?

Why does Song Ze look so strange today?

Jiang Nian lay on the ground and didn't move closer to Song Ze.

He was thinking about how to keep Song Ze completely.

"Are you going to sign it or not?" Jiang Zhiyi urged impatiently.

At the same time, he turned his wrist in a threatening manner.

Song Wenlong groaned inwardly.

This guy is sharp-tongued, ruthless and doesn't talk much.

It seems that we have no choice but to sign today.

Just sign it first. As for whether or not to really listen to the Security Bureau, it depends on how they deal with it.

With a few strokes, Song Wenlong signed his name and stamped it:

"Does the envoy have anything else to say? If not, please have a meal at my humble home before leaving." Song Wenlong seemed to have regarded Jiang Zhiyi as a colleague and invited him with a warm smile.

Of course, everyone knows how much truth there is in the smile.

"No, I don't like eating in too shabby places." Jiang Zhiyi was too reluctant to say anything, not even a word of courtesy.

After saying that, Jiang Zhiyi took Song Qiming's hand and strode out.

His little Ming was already having a hard time enduring as he watched the murderer of his father right in front of him.

How could he continue to stay here and let the Song family bother Xiao Ming?

Leaving behind the Song family who were furious.

Of course, the other two families watched the live broadcast at the Song family.

Moreover, in the beginning, they just randomly sent someone to watch it to get the matter over with, but later on, the heads of each family brought their family managers to watch it together.

After watching the video, without waiting for the Security Bureau to send them a message, they called back and said that the head of the family would go to the imperial capital in person to sign the contract.

The other two sects were understanding, and Jiang Zhiyi was also happy to have some free time.

He took Song Qiming to guard the imperial capital for another half a year, during which time he dealt with the matter of Liu Dan. The truth about Liu Dan's death was revealed, and Liu Shi was sentenced to 20 years in prison.

After leaving a private message for Yuan Fengnian, Jiang Zhiyi took Song Qiming and others to the mysterious Shennong area of ​​Yanlong Kingdom to practice.

Places that have never been set foot on by humans are full of spiritual energy.

It also achieves twice the result with half the effort in cultivation.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, the Song family discovered that Jiang Zhiyi, the person who was responsible for the establishment of the Security Bureau, seemed to have disappeared and only appeared at the beginning.

Just jumped a few times.

There is no doubt that every time he jumps, he will be beaten back by Jiang Zhiyi who suddenly appears before he even starts.

After being beaten like a pig's head several times in a row, he never dared to jump again.

……

The old wooden double-storey cottage is nestled in the lush forest.

The open space in front of the wooden house was clean and tidy.

The cabin is surrounded by tall tree trunks with crowns reaching into the sky.

The winding stone path is flanked by lush green vegetation.

Next to it is a gurgling stream.

Lying on the recliner, Jiang Zhiyi covered her face with a book.

Listening to the chirping of insects, birdsong and the gurgling of water is extremely pleasant.

Song Qiming put down the bundle of firewood on his back and took off his shirt which was soaked with sweat from chopping wood.

Just wash it in the stream.

The sound of running water across the skin reached Jiang Zhiyi's ears precisely.

The book covering his face moved down imperceptibly, revealing a gap.

The narrow eyes opened a tiny slit, just enough to take in the beauty of the stream.

The cool and attractive stream water slides down his broad back.

The beautiful inverted triangle bursts with amazing beauty.

The water droplets extended down along the solid muscle lines and finally submerged in the pants that had already been soaked by water.

After a quick rinse, without even having time to wipe the water stains off his body, Song Qiming strode into the cabin.

There was pheasant meat that he had stewed on a small stove.

He had it in the morning after he finished practicing and before coming out to collect firewood, and he kept it burning over a low fire.

As he grew taller in recent years, he felt more and more that Jiang Zhiyi was too thin.

When he was not practicing, he always thought of ways to make delicious food for Jiang Zhiyi.