As soon as the voice fell, his eyes fell on the three people on the side. Of those three people, one of them was dressed in red, flying freely, with a handsome face and outstanding temperament. There was an inexplicable smile on the corners of his beautiful lips. I don’t know why. There was something strange in his eyes.
Next to him was a purple-clothed teenager and a Chinese-clothed teenager. The former had a baby face and his chin was slightly arrogant. The latter had a round body and a pleasing face, with his small eyes narrowed into a line.
Seeing the eyes of these three people at this moment, he put his hands around his chest and asked: "You guys, what are you staring at?"
"Song Ming."
Feng Jiu's gaze fell on him, looking at him thoroughly.In the later stage of the foundation building, he was eighteen or nineteen years old, with a loose robe, standing against the wall, his hands around his chest, and his feet still trembling. He looked like a rough ground ruffian.
According to the information given to her by the college, she knew that Song Ming’s family was a bit complicated. His mother fell ill and died when he was five years old. In the same year, she knew that his father had a woman outside and two sons, one of whom was the same age. One year younger than him, in the year his mother died, his father married women outside.
He is a five-year-old child who can stop the clansmen who incited his mother and prevent his father from marrying the woman to become the Song family wife. Under the pressure of the clan elder and the mother’s relatives, the woman can only be regarded as a second room. As the second wife, even his two sons can only become concubines.
Perhaps it was caused by the family environment. He had perverted behavior since he was a child. He was able to get involved in fighting, gambling, and beauty. However, he was talented since he was a child. Coupled with the support of his mother, he also has family elders. Guarding, it can be said that even if it is a Overlord at home, no one can control it.
She looked at him without speaking, because when Song Ming saw a few people walking not far away, he immediately took the Qiankun bag with money in the hand of the waiter and ran away: "You go back first, Lord, I will go find a beauty first. Chat."
"Master, don't run, the Patriarch wants you to go back!" The few people ran after seeing him, shouting and chasing.
Feng Jiu glanced at those people. Two of them were Golden Core cultivators, and the few behind him were great spiritual masters. It seemed that he could catch Song Ming in front of him in a while.
"I've seen Song Ming from a distance for a day or two before, but it seems that he doesn't remember us anymore." Duan Ye said, looking at Feng Jiu and asking, "How are you going to take him away? What about his family But it's troublesome! I guess he wants to stay here to block his romantic father, and he won't follow us to the Hell Mountains."
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said leisurely: "Do you also know that all of you don't worry about it?"
Hearing this, Duan Ye snorted and closed his eyes.Why are they worried?They just don't want to be restrained.
"Let's find a place to stay! We're all here, can we visit the Song family some time?" Ning Lang said, walking out to take a look: "Let's go ahead and take a look! Inn."
"Let's go!"
As she said, she went forward with them, planning to find a place to live in the inn. However, after entering the inn, she booked three rooms and was led by the shopkeeper. When she was about to go upstairs, she heard a message from behind. The voice of the teenager's surprise.
"Whose pet is this? Is it for sale?"