"Then please get out of the way." Song Yaoyao ordered with a serious face, "Huo Jiu, tell them to go away!"
"Song Yaoyao!" Huo Ningxi looked anxious, with disappointment in his eyes, "Uncle Zhang, please persuade her."
"Miss Song, you..."
"Uncle Zhang!" Song Yaoyao said coldly, "Even you want to disobey me? I told you, I want to be with my brother this time! Where is he and I am!"
As soon as she said that, she pushed Huo Ningxi away, opened the car door and sat on it.
Something flickered across Zhong Lixue's eyes, and she quickly grabbed Huo Ningxi, preventing him from going to Song Yaoyao again.
The car quickly roared like an arrow and rushed out.
Huo Ningxi stood there dejectedly, as if his soul had also been taken away.
Zhong Lixue comforted him gently: "Ning Xi, don't do this. This is her own choice, but if something happened to you, I think I will make the same decision as hers."
Huo Ningxi lowered his head, as if he didn't listen at all.
Zhong Li pursed his lips, glanced at the trampled flowers on the ground, said "tsk", turned around and left.
"It's a waste of time."
Instead of seeing the excitement, a hole was poked in my heart.
As for Huo Yunque, that doggy man, what's so good about it? Only Song Yaoyao was blind to fall in love with him.
"Brother—" Zhong Lixue hesitated, and stopped him.
"Why?" Zhong Li raised his eyebrows, and looked at her with a calm expression.
Zhong Lixue was a little nervous, "Do you... like her?"
Uncle Zhang looked at his nose and his heart, "Everyone, our master's house is not here, so I won't invite you in for tea, please forgive me." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and went into the yard, ordering his servants to close the door.
The door was closed tightly, Zhong Li licked the seam of his lips, and the meaning of the smile was unclear, "Yes, she is very interesting."
After finishing speaking, he strode into the car, leaving Zhong Lixue and Huo Ningxi outside behind.
…
In the car, Song Yaoyao's expression had calmed down.
In her hand, she was playing with a medal in the shape of an iris flower. The small one was in her snow-white hand, exuding a simple luster and full of sense of history.
When the plane soared into the sky, the moment of weightlessness and suffocation made Song Yaoyao close her eyes.
It's almost over.
It was already late after getting off the plane, Song Yaoyao and Huo Jiu looked at each other, nodded calmly, "I'm going to the bathroom, you wait for me outside."
"yes."
Song Yaoyao walked into the bathroom, it was quiet here, she could feel the sense of surveillance that followed her everywhere, and it never disappeared.
She came out of the cubicle and calmly walked to the sink to wash her hands.
'click...'
With a very soft sound, through the mirror, she saw a compartment open.
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, in a very good mood.
"one two three… "
On the count of three, a knife hand landed on the back of her neck, Song Yaoyao's eyes went dark, and she passed out.
…
When she woke up again, Song Yaoyao was in a weird house.
The difference from the dream is that this time it is not a dilapidated abandoned ward, but a weird church.
The dark red carpet and wallpaper look like dried blood, and the jumping candle flames are reflected on the wall, like ghosts with teeth and claws.
The air was filled with the smell of blood.
Song Yaoyao was not surprised, she was even in the mood to look around.
Directly above, on the huge cross, Jesus is looking down at her with a compassionate expression.
It seems to silently condemn all this absurdity.
'Da da da… '
Song Yaoyao turned to look at the sound of high heels hitting the ground.
What caught her eyes was a familiar face. In fact, she had only seen him once. Also at Alice's 'funeral', she was Armand's lover. Thinking about it, the malicious gaze she noticed at that time came from this woman.
"You are that Eastern Satan's woman? You are really beautiful, like a delicate oriental doll."
The sharp nails scratched across Song Yaoyao's cheek, and a bloodstain immediately appeared.
Song Yaoyao sobbed, and a tear welled up from her eyes.
"ha?"
The woman was surprised. She looked closely at Song Yaoyao, "Is there really such a miraculous thing in the world? You are so fragile."
She sighed, stood up straight again, and introduced herself gracefully, "I'm Tilia, Tilia Lancaster."
Song Yaoyao nodded and looked at her seriously, "So, you are Alice's illegitimate sister who has never appeared before?"
Tilia paused, not angry, "You're so interesting, I'm starting to like you."
Song Yaoyao bent her eyes when she heard the words, and smiled innocently and harmlessly, "Me too, it's nice to meet you."
Song Yaoyao's performance finally made Tilia realize something was wrong.
She raised her eyebrows, "Aren't you afraid?"
No matter who is tied here alone, they will feel scared, right
Song Yaoyao shook her head, feeling extremely happy, "I really didn't expect to lose my horse so quickly."
Tilia: "???"
She leaned over and held Song Yaoyao's chin, "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at you, the bamboo basket fetches water in vain."
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips, "Your man should be hanging out with the woman you least want to see in a hotel right now. What you want from me no longer exists. I really didn't expect that the person who would deal with me would be I've never had a cross-section of people."
After the words fell, Tilia's hand suddenly exerted force, and Song Yaoyao let out a muffled snort.
"Whether there is, I have the final say!!"
She stood up straight, and her cold voice echoed throughout the church, "Sorcerer Yata, you can start now."
This last name—
Song Yaoyao looked over and saw an old woman wandering out from the corner door of the church with a wrinkled face. She was leaning on a crutch carved with a strange animal head, and she would shake it every step of the way, making people worry that she would fall to the ground in the next second. The strange black and blue tattoo spread from the back of her hand all the way to the invisible Japanese-style robe.
Tilia leaned over, evidently showing great respect to the old woman.
"Wizard Yata, please start practicing now."
"That's her?"
The old woman finally came over, and Song Yaoyao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for her. When the old woman looked at her, Song Yaoyao was surprised to find that although the skin of the person in front of her was wrinkled like tree bark, her eyes were brighter than that of a young girl.
Such a pair of eyes rested on the face of an old woman, forming a particularly strange picture.
The old woman looked at Song Yaoyao fixedly, motionless as if in a trance.
Until Tilia couldn't help but reminded, "Wizard Yata?"
'唰—'
The old woman raised her head, she shook her head, and said to Tilia: "You have found the wrong person."
"Impossible!" Tilia denied, "I'm pretty sure I'm not wrong."
She thought of something, and immediately turned her head to look at Song Yaoyao, "Are you Song Yaoyao?"
"That's right, she is Song Yaoyao! Wizard Yata, I'm sure!"
The church door was pushed open, and a firm voice came in.