[Future] Abilities World

The city of Anshi has always been cloudy these two days, and the city of flowers, which has not seen the sun for a long time, has a slightly withered appearance. It seems that since the murder of the Spirit Society, the city has shown a kind of sickness, sadness, pain, hysteria, and the past. The polite people also became irritable and irritable, but everyone was still restrained.

Anshi has been a bit dry these days, with a kind of sultry heat. Although the sky is covered by overcast clouds, the clouds are not too thick, and you can still see the thin sunlight outside the sky.

Song Qingchen looked down from above the floating driveway, and saw a lot of quarrels on the sidewalk along the way. Most of them quarreled with each other as if they had a deep hatred because of a little thing and a little friction.

Song Qingchen felt that something was wrong with this situation, and couldn't help thinking of the strange dream he had. Black resentment was entangled in the clouds in Anshi, and the clouds gradually darkened, covering the sky completely. Anshi fell into darkness, and the darkness Song Qingchen can only see Kongming Township...

"Third young master, the outside world is not peaceful these days, and the crime rate has increased, especially in the abandoned city in the western suburbs where many thugs have rioted. The old man is concerned about your safety and hopes that you will stay at home after you go back this time." The housekeeper saw Song Qing Chen has been watching the men and women arguing on the sidewalk, waiting for an opportunity to play the card of warmth and say.

Song Qingchen was taken aback for a moment, and then felt it was funny. When he first came here, he was alone, but now all kinds of weird relatives appeared on the stage. Sure enough, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.

"Who is the old man you are talking about? Do I know him?"

The housekeeper frowned: "Third young master, I hope you will stop saying such disrespectful words. Although you have always misunderstood the old man, but he is your elder, how can he not care about you? The old man is worried that you are not doing well outside. Before leaving Ask me to persuade you, please stop being willful, you are Song after all, don't let outsiders see the joke."

Song Qingchen had a half-smile, and after hearing what the housekeeper said, he almost thought that the original body was not kicked out of the house, but ran away by himself.

In fact, he is really not very clear about the truth of the matter. He only knows a little bit about everything before from Lin Xiao. Well, is it really possible that the son of a wealthy family who can't stand the blow is willing to leave home? The Song family is the Holy Mother Xiaobaihua, who was cuckolded, had to take into account the mood of her illegitimate child. She didn't chase her when the accident happened. After she left, she didn't chase him in order not to embarrass him. It wasn't safe outside, so she started to worry about his safety, and told him not to go home willfully. ?

What a wonderful family!So good that Song Qingchen couldn't help being a little irritable.

The butler was still blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Even if the third young master is not of the direct blood of the Song family, the Song family has raised him as his own son for more than ten years and grew up loving him like a treasure. I hope the third young master will not disappoint the Song family's affection..." Suddenly, the butler tremblingly closed his eyes. After closing his mouth, Song Qingchen was looking at him with lowered eyelids, but the eyes were so terrifying that the housekeeper unconsciously lowered his head under the cold gaze.

The housekeeper was dripping with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to move rashly. He deeply felt that if there was another word or action that was wrong, something bad would happen.

Song Qingchen clasped her hands and propped her chin, and said calmly, "Be honest, otherwise I'll throw you off the car and hear you rambling a lot. I don't have the patience to play with you anymore."

The housekeeper stiffened, his forehead was soaked, "I...I..."

At this time, Song Qingchen gave the housekeeper too much pressure, and he felt inexplicably panicked.The housekeeper knew that this sense of oppression was caused by the level difference in mental strength, but apart from the old man and old man, not even the young master could do it.

A distinguished guest from Penglai College came to the door and indicated that he wanted to recruit Song Qingchen, the third young master of the Song family. Everyone thought that the distinguished guest had made a mistake, or was simply being deceived, but various news came one after another, each one becoming more and more suspenseful.

What Song Qingchen defeated the genius of the elite class, what Song Qingchen rescued more than a hundred people from the spiritual society murder...

Is this really Song Qingchen?The trash third young master with a second-level support talent?

The old man let him beat the third young master with a mentality that he would rather believe it. He also had a preconceived notion and disapproved of the third young master. He didn't expect that just a face-to-face meeting would put him under so much pressure.

Is this really the cowardly and cowardly good-for-nothing third young master of the Song family?

Even younger brothers and sisters can wantonly bully and teach a lesson, only the third young master who is clinging to the eldest young master?

If they didn't look exactly the same, the butler's question would almost blurt out.

The butler calmed down his complicated mood, and he didn't dare to make those lies anymore, and said sincerely: "Third young master, the honored guests from Penglai Academy came to the door, and the old lady also hopes that you will have a better future. If you let the honored guests know that you are still living in the abandoned City... This is not outrageous, and it is not good for your future development, I hope you can understand."

Song Qingchen smiled: "Isn't it because I suddenly have some value and want to use waste?"

Although Song Qingchen was smiling, it still made people feel chills.

The housekeeper's lips were pale, and he reluctantly said: "Third young master, this kind of thought of yours will make people who really care for you sad, not to mention others, the three young masters are always related to you by blood, don't you remember? You were so young when you were young. Rely on the eldest young master, he often helps you with your homework when he is at home, the second young master will not forget to come back to celebrate your birthday even though he is studying in other provinces, the fourth young lady and the fifth young master also respect you very much..."

Song Qingchen almost wondered if this guy was bullying him because he didn't have the memory of his original body?

Fourth Miss...it should be the girl he met earlier, but she didn't look like she had any reverence for him at the beginning, but she showed great hospitality to Ateola.

Suddenly, "bang", the window glass of the car was shattered by a bullet, and the bullet shot straight at Song Qingchen's temple!

The butler's pupils constricted suddenly, it was a TK5 sniper bomb!

He yelled: "Third Young Master——"

boom--!

There was a loud noise, whether it was the people on the sidewalk or the various vehicles on the floating driveway, they couldn't help but pause and look at the source of the sound.

On the suspension driveway dedicated to nobles on the fifth floor, a famous brand suspension vehicle suddenly exploded, the hood was lifted, and everything inside the vehicle was flattened.

Everyone couldn't help being speechless, this car is a high-end car with level 5 protection, this car has been made like this, how much the attacker hated him, and spent so much money.

"Target, Song Qingchen. Age, 14 years old. Skeleton locked, character determined, location, in a damaged vehicle. Survival probability, 0.035%."

It is also the floating driveway on the fifth floor, two hundred feet away from the incident, a teenager smiled viciously, and the impact of the arrester bombs was blowing his soft broken hair.