Chapter 673: Touch me with your dirty hands less

This person is not someone else, it is Song Ye's old acquaintance, Ji Feng.
Since the last time she fought with Mu Zhenchi, Jifeng has become her most loyal slave. Many things have helped her take care of her, and she has released goodwill to Song Ye earlier than anyone else.
It's the same tonight. He came over in the middle of the night to change the candles in the lantern.
"Song Ling, it's so late. Why are you here? Do you want to drink tea?" Ji Feng approached the floor with a familiar attitude and greeted him, and put a few red candles on the table.
"No," Song Ye said calmly, shook his head and said no.
"Well, okay, after I change the candle, I will take you home with the lantern." Ji Feng nodded, but he did not hand over the work to Song Ye, and he voluntarily picked the lantern and changed the candle. Twenty minutes passed. He walked back to Song Ye's side, wiped the sweat on his forehead, exposed a white tooth, and smiled brilliantly and beautifully, "Change it."
His looks are outstanding among whites, blond, smiling brightly, and a handsome, bright boy.
At this moment, he stood in front of Song Ye with a little white teeth, looking stunned, with an indescribable cuteness.
Song Ye remembers that God who died said once that her favorite is the kindness and sunshine of Ji Feng, which made her find help in this helpless world.
She lowered her eyes slightly, without words, and stood up to go outside.
The smile on Ji Feng's face froze, and after stunning, he subconsciously called out, "Song Ling, I ..."
Song Ye ignored him and kept walking.
Da Da Da, Ji Feng rushed forward and stopped in front of her, finally blocking people, but facing Song Ye's silent, cold eyes, but it was a embarrassment.
The girl's eyes are deep and cold, as if looking at it, any thoughts of her will be pierced, making people guilty of guilty conscience.
Song Ye didn't speak, and Jifeng couldn't help it. He could only talk eloquently. "Song Ling, why did you give up this test opportunity?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Song Ye coldly replied only to him in four words, which seemed to some outsiders to be unfriendly, after all, Ji Feng was doing things for her before and after her saddle.
The so-called stretched hands do not smile at people, Song Ye is still so cold-spoken to people now, they have to be sprayed into the wolf.
"That, Song Ling, I want to say, can't you ..." Ji Feng really couldn't get started. Song Ye's soft and hard-nosed temperament made him see no hope, but he was still thinking about being round-hearted, but There was not much time left, and he was anxious.
But before he finished speaking, Song Ye interrupted him and gave the answer, "No."
No matter what his next sentence is, the answer is no.
Ji Feng was there for a while, and felt like she was slapped in the face, and her face was sore and hot. It wasn't until Song Ye broke his shoulders and walked straight forward, he took a step back, and then he woke up like a dream, and wanted to grab her.
When he cracked, Song Ye first knocked off his big hand, glanced at him coldly, and spit out an extremely disdainful sentence, "Touch me with your dirty hands less."
what?
Jifeng was shocked by the coldness in the other's eyes. The big hand suddenly froze in mid-air, and suddenly felt that everything he had done during this time had become useless. Why do you hate me so much? Just because I am weak, you, like everyone else, look down on people and look down on me? "
His roar rang through the main hall, echoing in the unmanned hall for a long time, and the air seemed to be filled with unwillingness and shame everywhere.
And the initiator of all this is Song Ye.
But in the face of these questions, the girl's cold face didn't have a touch of movement, and she calmly chose to lift her feet and continue to move forward.
This kind of silent attitude seemed to represent some kind of acquiescence. Ji Jifeng rushed forward and hurriedly attacked her. The sound of wind rolled up was mixed with anger and attacked Song Ye's back relentlessly.
boom.
The wind ball shattered into a wind blade and shot towards the girl's back, but Ji Feng did not see the pain and screams of the sneak attack in the imagination.
The wind blade seemed to be blocked by the distance of ten centimeters from Song Ye, and then it disappeared into the air.
"No, it's impossible. Even if it's metallic, it's impossible to arm your body in such a short time." Ji Feng looked at Song Ye who was standing there intact, shaking his head again and again in shock. Know it.
He just pretended to attack with a wind ball, and then shattered into a wind blade just now, just to see that the areas strengthened by metal abilities are not even, and the wind blade was only learned by him recently.
Originally, she was full of self-confidence, thinking about the soft but not the hard, so that Song Ye could see her strength and force her to give her a place of recommendation.
But the result was not as good as he expected, and it could even be said to be extremely cruel.
Because he didn't even touch Song Ye's clothes.
When Song Ye calmly turned around, he panicked and unwillingly fired a wave of wind blades, but still only heard the sound of the impact, but the person facing him was not harmed at all.
Later, I saw the girl in front of me raising the palm of Su Bai, and the other hand was still inserted in my pocket. It looked like I wanted, but the opposite breeze felt like I was shot in the body. The wind blowing through my ears is so familiar.
"Ah ..." In his scream, Ji Feng's entire body was dragged backwards, and finally hit the wall heavily, his limbs became large characters and were firmly nailed to the wall by invisible gas.
After being bumped into seven and eight elements, Ji Feng was shocked to find that he couldn't escape Song Ye's ability to be restrained. He looked up at the girl at the door, with fear in his eyes, "You still have wind skills, no, It is impossible for the blade to stay, you ... "
What kind of monster are you?
Yes, monsters, this ability beyond the scope of understanding is too powerful, even to the point of alarming.
Song Ye stayed at the door, faintly looking at him, "This is the difference between me and you."
In the face of this level of opponents, she does not even have to jeopardize his ability to speak out.
Because this is the sadness at the bottom of the food chain, and it is the punishment for abandoning all the auspicious winds that have climbed up.
The disregard in her eyes also stabbed Ji Feng deeply.
"What's wrong with me, am I not working hard enough? Should I be oppressed because I don't have enough talent? Should I only be able to give you pity forever? Shouldn't I get a chance for a lifetime? Oh, I thought you were not the same as them. I didn't expect that in the end, you would look down on people, eh. "