Chapter 917: Song Wuxia Chapter Extra (3)

Xuanhu was stunned for a long time before asking in a daze: "How many people did you...kill?"
On the way he came, there was a river of blood, and there was no one living.
"How many people were killed...I don't remember." Song Wuxiao threw away the handkerchief, and the hand behind the scenery patted her back gently, helping her sleep peacefully. He said, "Those people are too It's noisy. When the scenery sleeps, everyone should be quiet."
The Yiren hiding behind Bailimo murmured: "You are crazy..."
"I remember you." Song Wuxiao raised his eyes slightly, because he was afraid of waking the person in his arms, his voice was also low and dumb, "Your name is Yiren, you are the maid of the Eastern Palace."
After Yi Ren's meal, Bai Limo had completely blocked her behind, "Song Wuxian, if you have anything to do with me, please don't attack Yi Ren."
"The scenery said that she is a good girl." Song Wuxiao ignored the yelling Bai Limo, but smiled at Yi Ren, this smile on his pale face, with a weird charm." But the scenery also said, she hates Bailimo, Yiren, you should die first, if you die, maybe Bailimo will be very painful."
In his whispers, Yi Ren's heart trembled, and for a moment, she thought of just following his words, picked up a knife from the ground and stabbed her body.
Bai Limo said loudly: "Song Wuxie! You don't want to touch the Iraqi hair!"
"Oh?" Song Wuxian blinked innocently, "You, who only have the royal robe, still have the right to shout here?"
Bailimo didn't speak, and it was impossible to talk about it. Song Wuxiao was right. None of the people present were his opponents.
Xuanhu knew that if they didn't do anything, they wouldn't be able to leave alive. He took a step forward, "Master Song, if I say that there is a way to change Miss Xia's death, would you like to give it a try?"
"What are you talking about?" Song Wuxian's hollow eyes suddenly had a focus. He looked at Xuanhu, and there was infinite pressure in only one eye.
Xuanhu said: "I can use the forbidden technique to send you back ten years ago, but this is a forbidden technique. I don't know whether it will succeed. Your body will also have to endure great pain. Maybe...maybe also be Time and space are torn apart, but this is the way to prevent everything from happening and the only way to save Miss Xia. Would you like to give it a try?"
He has no reason to refuse.
No one knows what kind of pain Song Wuxian endured. When he appeared on the streets of the imperial city ten years ago, the bustling street scene made him slightly dazed, because he killed all the people here not long ago. Up.
He was standing on the crowded street, and a girl in red holding a puppy ran into his arms, and the girl fell to the ground with a plop.
"I don't know how to help me when I see me fall..." the six-year-old girl complained loudly, "Are you made of stone!?"
The tone of this speech...
Song Wuxiao's eyes drooped. He watched the little girl get up from the ground, patted the dust on her skirt, and watched her hold the puppy in his arms. Then he saw her staring at him. "What are you staring at me for?"
He said, "You look good."
"That's natural." The girl nodded generously in agreement, while the puppy she was holding in her arms barked at him a few times.
He squatted down and stared at her, "Where are you taking this dog?