Chapter 608: She is going to live

do not know anything.
It is a rare day for Song Yuanzhi to have such a strong tone and a firm attitude. If not for this situation, Song Ye would like to look at him.
It seemed that the woman's words were more deterrent to Song Yuanzhi than her threat.
"I didn't know if you killed me." Song Yuanzhi saw that Song Ye stood there and did not respond. He became stiff for a while, still stubbing his neck there. "No matter how much I raised you for fifteen years, If you abuse us like this, you will be thundered. "
It thundered. Disregarding the grace of parenting, ungratefulness, cold blood.
The world ’s most feared and stinky words were added to Song Ye at this instant. Even people with high power status could not cross this bottom line, because morality reminded them to keep their conscience.
But this kind of thing, Song Ye doesn't need it.
She turned around behind Song Yuanzhi, twisted his arm from the man in black with his own hand, and raised it with his backhand, listening only to a click.
"Ah!" Song Yuanzhi, who was too angry to scream, suddenly screamed. The severe pain made him twitch all over. His eyes turned white and he wanted to roll, but his broken arm was still pinched by Song Ye. In his hand, he couldn't move for half a minute.
"Ah, Song Ye, what are you doing, he is your father ..." Lu Lan was also frightened and screamed, subconsciously trying to stop, but was pinned by a look that Song Ye turned around and looked back. Out of place.
The girl's always cold eyebrows were filled with a strong smell at this time. Anyone who she followed was as if he had fallen into hell. So she pinched Song Yuanzhi's broken arm and looked at Lu Lanmu with a glance. The girls, "I'm not in a good mood right now. I advise you not to mess with me."
That tone was definitely not as simple as a child's temper, and a strong sense of oppression made even Zhao Chongbin next to him a little queasy.
Song Ye was a person with blood on her hands, and killing her was just a blink of an eye.
"Ah, don't let go. I beg you to let go. It hurts." Song Yuanzhi was taken aback by this sudden injury, and a cold sweat ran on his forehead, shaking his voice and begging for mercy.
No matter how ugly the trouble was before, Song Ye didn't do anything to him, so in the subconscious, he determined that Song Ye still had some feelings for him and was soft-hearted, as long as he didn't say anything, nothing would happen.
But it wasn't until the moment his arm was broken that he realized how outrageous he was rightly wrong.
"Um." Song Ye's voice was still very dull, and his lowered brows seemed to be thinking about, "How can I make you believe that I will really kill you?"
The latter sentence is very light, like a whisper, but it falls on Song Yuanzhi's ears like a hell-devil-like death note.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in vain felt that the other hand was also experiencing severe pain. Clicking, the shoulder blades were removed very skillfully under the thin fingers, and then pushed back. Her The technique is very neat and tidy, more professional than the doctor who treats bruises.
But she also knows what kind of angle and strength will make people feel more pain.
The screams in the hut rang through the empty building, and they did not dissipate for a long time.
Song Ye threw the man back to the ground, slightly lowering the corner of his eyes, watching the man who was once known as his father wept and mourned on the ground, twitching and writhing with pain.
Then she reached out and stepped on the man's calf. There was no coldness in her eyes, only endless numbness. "Do you want to answer me?"
What is the use of conscience, and what is the use of morality? If this life is lost, nothing can be talked about.
She is going to live, using the life given to her by heaven again, staying in this world, staying with Qin Zhan, and staying with the people she cares about.
For this goal, killing and bloody, she did not mind carrying it even if she was infamous.
Toe crushing on the man's calf increased strength, but if Yuan Song Zhi hesitated for another second, he would become disabled in the future.
Fear, the endless cold came from the bottom of her heart, Song Yuanzhi gradually did not dare to mourn under her numb gaze, and the pain in his feet made him look up in panic, and his defense line completely collapsed, "I said, I said, don't waste my feet, Song Ye, I say everything, please take your feet away. "
No man can think of it. One day, he will be trampled under Song Ye so embarrassedly, and he will be miserable and mournful like a bereavement dog, without dignity.
Until the power on his feet disappeared, he was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at the dark roof above his head, still a little sloppy.
I picked it up 18 years ago, is it a cash cow or a devil?
"Eighteen years ago, the woman holding you was very young. She was very beautiful and had a look similar to yours. In the snowy night, she was as beautiful as an elf fallen into the world. The first time I saw her, I couldn't help walking towards her ... "
With the pain and hoarseness of the man, the scenes of snowy nights eighteen years ago were like old photos of yellowing, and they were reopened and presented in Song Ye's eyes.
Eighteen years ago, a young woman came to Yuncheng alone, and in the middle of the night snowflakes fell on her body. She stood on the riverside for a long time, with heavy snow on her shoulders and hair.
Song Yuanzhi, who had been on the night shift from the factory, walked quickly, but was attracted by the woman's lonely and beautiful face at the bridgehead.
He thought that the woman could not jump to the river, so he walked over and tried to persuade her, but found Song Ye, who was still in her sleep, under her gorgeous mink coat.
The child was wrapped in a handmade woolen blanket with delicate and cute eyebrows, similar to a woman. She didn't cry or just watch the woman's side quietly.
"If you are willing to raise this child for me, the money is yours." The woman threw the wallet to him, and even passed the child like a hot potato.
Jade and a purse and a woolen blanket are the last things a woman leaves for her child.
"Will you come back?" At that time, Song Yuanzhi, a single guy, fell in love at first sight, thinking that she would come back to find the child.
"Perhaps." The woman's delicate eyebrows dangled slightly, her fingertips sifted across the child's face, and she seemed to sigh at last.
On that snowy night, the woman walked away, until she disappeared completely in the snowflakes, and never looked back.
When Song Ye came out of the hut, he accidentally tripped over the threshold and nearly fell.
"Be careful, boss." Zhao Chongbin reached out and helped her, looking at the undulating distress at the bottom of the girl's eyes.