Seeing that the young man closed his eyes again and regained his indifferent expression, not intending to make any response, Song Ye opened and closed his eyelids and found a sharp Swiss Army knife in his hand.
The snow-white knife edge was pressed against the young man's neck, feeling a stinging coldness.
"I'll give you another chance. Who is Ling Yin?" Song Ye's voice was clear and light, unhurried, as leisurely as if he was talking about the weather, but the knife in his hand cut into the young man without mercy. in the skin.
A trace of bright red blood flowed down, which looked shocking on the fair skin.
But the young man remained silent and didn't even move his eyebrows.
Even with multiple fractures all over his body, he could remain calm and remain awake. Song Ye felt that no matter how cruel torture was to extract a confession, it might not be useful to him.
Since there are no clues, all we can do is...
killed.
Song Ye is a person who will do whatever he thinks of. He has already shed countless blood on his hands, and he will not have any hesitation in killing people.
The edge of the knife advanced in an instant, and with some strength on the hand, the sharp blade only needed one more step to cut off the aorta.
But at this moment, the young man turned his head and opened his eyes. A pair of dark eyes suddenly met Song Ye's eyes.
Song Ye felt her head buzzing, the pain was like needle pricks, and the dizziness became stronger and stronger. She stepped back a few steps unsteadily, but she could not get rid of the feeling of nausea and dizziness no matter what. , and the worst part was, she felt a wave of fatigue coming over her.
Damn it, it happened to be that I was suffering from drowsiness at this time.
She cursed in her heart, moved behind a large rock, then slipped into the space in the blink of an eye, and then completely lost consciousness.
When his body woke up again, Song Ye found that the sun was shining brightly outside, the water pool was clear again, the waterfall was still making familiar rumbling sounds, and the boy had long since disappeared.
She rubbed her sore eyebrows, feeling a little annoyed about the damn genetic disease. If it hadn't happened at the wrong time, at least she could get more clues from the boy.
Now that Qin Zhan has disappeared, her true face has been exposed. I wonder if the seven major families have begun searching for her whereabouts.
She touched the necklace around her neck and looked at the bright red in it, feeling a little at ease.
Buzzing, just at this moment, the annunciator responded. She touched the back of her ear and felt it carefully. The two long sounds meant to report safety.
This annunciator is a new model developed by Qin Zhan Company. The signal is uninterrupted and covers the world. The two of them each put one behind their ears and expressed their meaning by the length of the signal.
It took half a month to receive the news. Qin Zhan must have also encountered trouble, but since there is no way to meet him at the moment, Song Ye can only believe him.
When she returned to the disciple hall, all the male disciples who saw her gathered around her.
"Song Ling, where have you been? You haven't been seen for two days and two nights. We thought something happened to you."
"Yes, senior sister is almost digging three feet into the ground, and you don't look good. Are you in any trouble?"
"Maybe it's because the disciple competition is too stressful. Senior sister said she won't force you when she comes back."
Amidst everyone's words, Song Ye realized that he had been asleep for two days.
"It's okay, I just have something to do. Has anyone come to see me recently?" Song Ye explained as he walked in, and at the end, he asked casually.
"No." Everyone shook their heads and gave a negative answer.
Song Ye frowned slightly, feeling a little confused. The black-haired boy had clearly seen her disguise and true appearance. Logically speaking, it would be easy to find her out, but after two days and two nights, there was still no movement from the other party. What on earth was he fighting about? idea.
But soon, she no longer had time to think about this.
"Wow, Song Ling, you are finally back. I thought you were abducted by a big-tailed wolf, which scared me to death. Where did you go? You didn't say a word. If the training is too hard, you can follow me. Just tell me, I will never give you such an important task again, and you can’t run away. If you run away, this place will become a monk’s temple and no one will accompany me.”
Less than a second after Song Ye entered the yard, he was hugged by Zhou Qingqing, a bear with a strong back and strong waist. He cried a lot without even taking a breath, feeling very sad, lonely and cold.
"Ahem, I'm sorry, I have something to do at the moment." Song Ye struggled to free his neck from the other party's hands, and it was difficult for her to hold him in front of his face.
"Oh, it turns out it's not because of training. That's easy. Come on, come on, we don't have much time. Let's go into the training room and make up for the lost progress." He was sobbing and complaining one second and repeated his promise, but the next second Zhou Qingqing had already dragged Song Ye into the training room like a kite, and started the devil coach mode again.
Song Ye looked at the sky silently, feeling that it was really bad to be too real sometimes.
And this scene was seen by Takahashi Orika, who was hiding in the corner practicing wooden stakes, and her face had already turned gloomy to the bottom of the pot.
"Takahashi, what's wrong with you? You look so scary. Even if you're jealous of Song Ling, don't show it so obviously." A group of black girls fighting next door laughed at her in a sinister way.
"Hmph, don't you think what Senior Sister did is unfair? From what she said just now, it's like they are the only two women in the disciple hall." Takahashi Orika couldn't get into the circle of male disciples. Now Instead, he won over a few girls who looked bad and were also not favored. They said small things in private without fear of getting it out.
At this moment, the girls did not react much to her dissatisfaction, "Oh, Senior Sister is not partial. After all, her training for every competition is too strict, and there is only one female disciple. She gave Song Ling is also suitable."
In fact, Zhou Qingqing gave everyone the same training opportunities, but these girls could not stand the rigorous training in the past and gave up on their own initiative, so they naturally did not dare to complain at this time.
"When it comes to enduring hardship, I can do it." Takahashi Orika bit her lower lip and was still indignant. She felt that even though she and Song Ye came in at the same time, they were still squeezed out.
She doesn't care if she loses to anyone, but not Song Ye.
Seeing the two people chatting and laughing very close to each other in the training room, Takahashi Orika clenched her fists, made up her mind for a while, and walked in again.
Song Ye, who was still receiving five-on-one attacks with various attributes and abilities, suddenly heard a scream.
"Sister, I also want to participate in the competition. Song Ling can endure hardship, and so can I."
The disciples who were training inside and outside the courtyard stopped and looked at Takahashi Orika who suddenly spoke out and was angry.