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Aunt Wu cried mournfully, and she vented her fears and worries about her relatives all the way through her tears at this moment.

Not only the Wu family members were affected by her emotions, but the other people in the same group were also blushing.

The other people in the Shen family in the wing changed their expressions slightly after hearing what she said.

Except for the elderly couple in blue gowns sitting in the middle chair, the others looked at each other in a puzzled look.

A boy who was held in the arms of a young woman turned around. He was about the same age as Wu Houshan. The two boys who had fallen behind in the past had a very close relationship.

But now the two children are both embraced by their parents, and they are no longer as close as they used to be.

When Shen Jinfeng's face turned around, under the candlelight, Aunt Wu and the others shuddered.

His decorations were the same as the little ghosts that everyone had encountered when they entered the city. He wore a dark red bellyband and braids.

A pair of eyes are as black as grapes, and without white eyes, they look a little crippled.

His mouth seemed to have eaten ink, and his lips and teeth were stained dark, making his skin white as snow.

"Auntie, what crisis does Shenzhuang have?"

He spoke childishly, as if he didn't understand, his body twisted and twisted on the chair, as if he wanted to come down to the ground.

While speaking, his eyes fell on the child who was in Wu Baoshan's arms, showing an expression of interest, and beckoning to him.

The string of silver bells in his hand rang, making a jingle.

As soon as this sound came out, the expressions of Aunt Wu and others in the hall changed slightly. Wu Houshan, who had woken up, saw his cousin beckoning, and did not dodge like those ghost boys in the street before, and also extended his hand.

But when Wu Baoshan saw this scene, he took his son two steps back vigilantly.

His attitude of avoiding ghosts caused the Shen family's parents, who were still looking at their daughter's arrival, to become gloomy, and the light of the candles in the hall became much darker.

A gloomy breath dissipated, and the ordinary people surrounded in the lobby felt that something was wrong.

Song Changqing swallowed, stood beside the old Taoist priest, and whispered:

"master--"

"Be careful."

The old Taoist's lips moved slightly, and the voice transmission reminded him that he was also afraid that the Shen family would suddenly do it.

Shenzhuang's yin qi was heavy, and the ghosts were affected by the environment, and the hostility became particularly heavy.

The human-skin lantern in the Taoist robe that Song Changqing had rescued before is a good example. Not only did it fail to know the gratitude, it almost killed Song Changqing in the end.

Knowing the people, knowing the face, not knowing the heart, let alone the ‘people’ who get along with ghosts in front of you.

"Houshan, Houshan, come and play."

When the child who seemed to be in his mother's arms saw Wu Houshan, he kept clapping his hands.

The two are cousins ​​and they are of the same age. Because Aunt Wu has a close relationship with her natal family, the two children have played together since they were young, and they have a special affection.

Every time Wu Houshan came to Shen's house, the two cousins ​​couldn't get away from Meng.

"Jinfeng, Dad, I want to follow up and play with Feng."

Wu Houshan also twisted his body, trying to get out of his father's arms.

But at this moment, where did Wu Baoshan dare to let go, he kept his son in his hands, and kept yelling:

"Stop it."

Aunt Wu also dodged her eyes, and saw her grandson making a lot of noise. She raised her slap high, and then gently dropped:

"Little bastard, the adults are talking, what are you arguing about?"

As soon as she finished saying this, she saw that the expressions of her parents in the main hall suddenly turned a little bit wrong.

The candlelight flickered twice, and the flames dimmed a lot.

Not only the parents, but even the expressions of the brothers and sisters became rigid and cold, and they were no longer as eager as before when they listened to her.

Aunt Wu knew in her heart that what she said hurt her family's heart, but she also had difficulties and felt wronged.

Shen Jinfeng's appearance was exactly the same as those difficult ‘little ghosts’ on the street. He looked wicked, completely different from the past. He was obviously wicked.

The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat. There is only one seedling of Wu Houshan in the Wu family. How can she be willing to take risks with her grandson?

"Houshan, Houshan, I want Houshan to play with me."

Shen Jinfeng's eyes widened, and seeing his uncle holding Wu Houshan still holding him, no matter where the child wanted so much, he prepared to slip down and play with Wu Houshan.

As soon as he twisted, hugging his mother, he slapped his **** with a heavy slap:

"Didn't you hear it? People despise you and refuse to play with you!"

The applause of ‘pop’ seemed to hit Aunt Wu’s face at once, making her face hot.

"Humph!"

The light of the candles in the hall was darker, and the light in the hall was almost faint.

The Shens and his wife's faces were green, and their eyes were so gloomy that they could drip out of water.

Uncle Cai, who had been guarding the gate before, did not know when he would appear, standing behind them, looking coldly at the group of invaders.

"I didn't hear it!"

Shen Jinfeng was slapped, but he didn't cry, but listened to his mother's words, and shouted very unconvinced:

"My brother Hou Shan since I was young, how could he dislike me, mother lied, mother deceived, I don't want to care about mother anymore!"

"I want to follow the peak play, I want to follow the peak play!"

Wu Houshan, who behaved well all the way, also began to twist, and the adults on both sides stopped each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

At some point, the hall was filled with Yin Qi, and a faint smell of blood began to overflow in the hall.

Everyone noticed this atmosphere, and they dared not touch the two children.

Adults have a strong mind and a strong defense. The two sides know each other's identities, but they suffer from the inability to say something.

Only two young children have not learned the hypocrisy and intrigue of adults, unscrupulously venting the unhappiness of being obstructed in their hearts.

"Hou Shan, woo woo woo-"

Shen Jinfeng was beaten several times. The tighter the confrontation between the adults, the harder he struggled, and the more he was beaten.

Wu Houshan was also hit hard. The Aunt Wu and his wife, who had loved him in the past, could not care about pampering his grandson at the moment. When he saw that he insisted on playing with Shen Jinfeng, he was afraid of the fight.

"I want to follow up with Feng Wan, why, why doesn't Dad not allow it?"

"I am doing this for your own good too!"

Wu Baocai's face flushed red, and he shouted for a long time.

"Father is a liar, you are only afraid of yourself, so I'm not allowed to go!" Tong Yan Wuji, Wu Baocai slapped his son in the face as soon as his voice fell.

There was a crisp ‘pop’, the hit was so heavy, everyone was stunned.

"Wow--"

After a long time, Wu Houshan, who didn't get the answer but got a slap in return, cried aggrievedly.

He didn't understand that the adults were saying ‘good’ for himself, but he didn’t want to listen to his own opinions, nor could he give a reason to convince him. In the end, he could only use force to suppress him and shut him up.

Everyone was embarrassed and frightened. The children's cries made them a headache, but they were afraid that the Shen family would turn their faces and start their hands.

Aunt Wu also secretly regretted, she could see that her father and mother's expression was already very wrong, like a storm.

After returning from this trip, it was obvious that the family relationship was strong and the atmosphere was harmonious, but he did not expect that it would eventually be destroyed by the hands of the two children.

She dared to risk her life, but she was reluctant to take her own blood, and couldn't think of a solution, so she regretted returning from this trip.

"Ugh--"

After a while, Song Qingxiao suddenly sighed.

Everyone thought she could not bear the quarrel, and finally prepared to take action, and all of them were all shaken.

But seeing that Song Qingxiao had no intention of making a move, as everyone watched, she walked over to the noisy Shen Jinfeng on the left.

As soon as she walked over, the Shens and his wife sitting in the middle became tense and anxious.

The woman who hugged Shen Jinfeng also seemed to have sensed a threat, her face changed drastically, her mouth was grinning, and her body receded straight into the chair, but she still clung to her son and didn't want to let go.

Song Qingxiao ignored the woman's hostility and stretched out his hand to pull Shen Jinfeng.

"do not--"

When the Shens saw her behavior, they couldn't help but stand up and yelled anxiously.

The candlelight flickered twice, and a few faint candles went out at once.

The otherwise not bright lobby suddenly became darker, and with the heavy cloud of mist, it was almost impossible to see.

The "people" of the Shen family had a bad expression. The old Taoist priests and Song Changqing were already on guard, standing on the outside of the crowd.

At this moment, Shen Jinfeng, who was tightly hugged by his mother, stretched out a small hand and slowly put it in Song Qing's palm.

He was still young, and his small hand was so fleshy, and the open palm made several small fleshy nests appear on the back of his hand.

But at the moment, that little hand is extremely cold, and it's not warm at all.

He didn't seem to know the dangers of Song Qingxiao at all. After grasping her with one hand, he also stretched out the other, as if he wanted to ask her to hold him.

"..."

Song Qingxiao was taken aback for a moment, but did not respond.

Shen Jinfeng's upper body was already leaning over, pushing a pair of calves, and said in his mouth:

"hold--"

The Shen family taught him well, but he didn't admit that he was shy.

Song Qing paused for a moment, and caught him awkwardly.

"Let go."

As soon as she picked up the child, she glanced at Mrs. Shen who refused to let go.

Amazed by her gaze, Mrs. Shen instinctively let go of her hand.

Shen Jinfeng was picked up by her, separated from his mother's control, and immediately clapped his hands with joy.

The bell on his wrist oscillated with his clapping motion, making a very crisp sound.

"Jinfeng..."

Mrs. Shen lost control of her son after letting go because of her heart. Seeing him falling into Song Qingxiao's hands, she couldn't help being very worried and let out a loud cry of anxiety.

Song Qing ignored her, and did not rush away. Under the horrified eyes of everyone, she lowered her head to look at the child:

"Want to play with Houshan?"

"Ok!"

Shen Jinfeng nodded vigorously.

"When I went to my aunt's house, I told him that the nectars my mother fried last time were very delicious! I made an appointment with Hou Shan. Next time, I will let my mother fried them for him."

He speaks childishly, except that his black lips and weird big eyes are particularly frightening.

Song Qingxiao is different from everyone else. It seems that everyone has changed recently. Even the aunt who loved him so much is a little weird. Every time she comes back, she has to hug herself and be close to her.

But now she was hiding far away, looking at him with a look that a child didn't understand.

Song Qingxiao's reaction made the child relieved, so he was very willing to tell her his heart full of thoughts:

"But my mother doesn't let me play with Houshan for some reason."

As he spoke, tears flowed out of his eyes.

This child, who had been stubborn and did not cry after being beaten in his mother's arms, was crying in Song Qingxiao's arms at this time.

"Don't cry."

She still didn't know how to comfort people, let alone a child, so she could only hold the child with one hand and wipe the tears for him with the other.

The child’s tears were black and brown, like two streams, with large strands falling down his pale cheeks.

"I do not cry."

Shen Jinfeng sucked his nose and straightened his chest:

"I'm an older brother, I never cry in front of Houshan."

Song Qingxiao touched his cold face, then flipped his palm:

"I will make you a magic trick."

An icy air flew up in the palm of his palm, and under the eyes of everyone, it quickly turned into a vivid snow wolf shadow, jumping in Song Qing's small palm.

The ice wolf was transformed into ice by her shrinking the image of a silver wolf. Although it was small, it lacked the domineering and ferociousness of the wolf king, but it was a little more cute.

When Shen Jinfeng saw that he liked it very much, he burst into laughter, and shouted:

"puppy!"

"..."

Song Qingxiao was a little speechless~lightnovelpub.net~ At this moment, the Silver Wolf, who was sleeping in her dantian and did not react at all, moved suddenly.

‘Oh-’

A silver wolf breath rushed out from the pubic area, as if the silver wolf was about to wake up.

This change caused Song Qingxiao to be surprised and then delighted, but the howling of the wolf only rang, then disappeared immediately.

The turbulent seal appeared at the pubic area, and it slowly subsided.

After a while, the red light dimmed again, and the image of the silver wolf within the red core was only briefly awakened for a while, and fell asleep again.

No matter how she called with divine consciousness, there was no response.

But even so, it was enough to make Song Qingxiao happy.

The Silver Wolf’s reaction proved that this might be a precursor to its awakening. Its injuries have recovered. It was only due to the influence of the Chaos Pill that was swallowed that day and the mutant version of Crimson Blood Orbs refined by Song Qingxiao and the blood and flesh of the eighth wolf king. So far.

According to Su Wu, it is not uncommon for it to devour so much power, even if it sleeps for a hundred years.

Song Qingxiao had already planned that Silver Wolf might fall into deep sleep for a long time, but the accident at this time made her seem to see a ray of light in despair.

She settled her mind, forcibly suppressed the joy in her heart, and motioned for the child to spread her hands.

The miniature silver wolf melted by ice and snow jumped up and fell into Shen Jinfeng's hands.

As soon as the child grabbed the miniature silver wolf made by ice and snow, he was shocked and delighted. After feeling it for a long time, he gently kicked a pair of fat little short legs:

"I want a thick mountain."

He got the gift and didn't forget his original intention.

Song Qing nodded, holding him in his arms and walking in the direction of Wu Houshan.

Aunt Wu wanted to stop, but didn't dare to contradict her, so she kept rubbing her hands.