The Inverted Dragon’s Scale

Song Yu is dead!

Killed by Song Lonely himself!

When Song Yu learned that the assassination of the baby had been revealed, he immediately fled to the Iron Gate to close, where he had his close ties and hundreds of thousands of iron rides to drive the assassination.

As soon as I get to the Iron Gate, I can't help him. If the Westwind Empire treats him with more courtesy, he will live with the Westwind people. If the Westwind Empire wants to find him and settle the bill, Solomon leads the hundreds of thousands of Iron Army defections against the Westwind.

It's really offensive and defensible.

However, at a critical moment, the old Song god personally chased him out, persuaded him not to listen, and then slapped his head into a piece of dirt.

When Song Yu's body was brought back, his head had indeed rotted. Only half his face told the people of Heaven about the grief and grief of his master.

Even Song Lonely killed his own son with his own hands. This shocked the people of Heavenly Metropolitan City.

“The Heavenly Son is guilty of the same crime as the common man.” This is what the old Song Xian said to his children and grandchildren. “No one can be an exception. ”

At one time, the public opinion of the Song family was overhauled, and they would no longer suspect that Song Lonely knew about Song Yu's murder long ago, nor believe in the rumors that Song Lonely was covering for Song Yu. The Song Clan is still the Song Clan in people's minds, and Master Song is still the Dinghai Needle in the minds of Westwind people.

The Songs don't fall, the western winds don't die.

“Only the Song Old Immortal can do such a thing. If someone else should do it to their son? ”

“Yes, the old fairy is the old fairy. It's so good to say the same thing as the common man.”

“The old fairy must be sad now. We should write him some articles. The old Song fairy is said to like to carry talented new people. Isn't it because the old fairy promoted him?”

Guided by the students of officials loyal to the Song Clan, the Song Clan changed some time ago to become a black misfortune, once again becoming a popular and praiseworthy top valve, and the Song Clan's signature once again became a golden glitter.

In particular, Song Lonely, the old son of the Song family, did not diminish his prestige and tarnish his prestige because of his son's misdeeds. Instead, he has increased confidence in his character and expressed sympathy for the loss of his son.

At this time, the Song Yumen case is a little over mentioned. It's like stabbing a knife in the heart of an old Song fairy. The most heartless, spineless scoundrel would never do that again.

So, in Heavenly Capital, the passionate "doomsday" will be overnight, and no one will ever speak of it again.

Shepherd Li still plays the role of his satin shop buddy, and now he is more than familiar with it, he cleans the cloth faster than the others, no matter how difficult the dust can be wiped clean by him, and the taller ladder he can climb up quickly, even the harsh mores look at him higher than the others.

Shepherd Li also once again lamented the thoughtfulness of Red Sleeve. If she hadn't arranged such an identity for herself in advance, she would have easily fallen into the eyes of someone with a heart in the tight way of supervision outside Tiandu.

Now, he has a fixed identity, an identity that can be recognized by all, and then he can swing to the street, talk to fellow shopkeepers, and even take the opportunity to send a satin to look at Song Yu's body.

It was only when Shepherd Li saw Song Yu's body that he saw the real Song Yu for the first time.

Until then, he and Song Yu had never had any dealings.

To avenge the Song clan, Song Yu was the one who had to push away a crushed boulder.

I'm afraid Song Yu himself can't imagine, a teenager who never looked at me, just hiding behind the scenes to stir up the wind cloud, let himself be discredited, easily took his own life.

“Song Lonely, this old man, how could he be ashamed to put gold on his face with his son's death? Song Yu did so many evil things, didn't he know it at all? If you're not going to kill me, if you're not going to kill me, why are you going to be dragged to trial to kill me while I'm serving my sentence? Besides, when Song Yu killed, he was still a teenager in white. If Song did not help him to take care of Li Shi, and send him to the Iron Gate to join the army, how could Song Yu himself become a general today? ”

The more angry she wanted to be, the more she kicked a basin of blue feathers in front of her and said, "When it's really gross and hypocritical. The eyes of the fucking stars, the pins of the fucking Dinghai, the heads of the people of Heaven have been kicked by donkeys? So deceitful, what does the Song Clan say that people like that deserve to be trusted to follow? ”

Shepherd Li reached out and pulled it back when the basin of blue feathers kicked out of the red sleeve was about to smash into the wall.

He held the flower pot, carefully placed it away from the red sleeve, and then compacted the loose soil with his hands, saying: "The Song family's reputation did not build overnight, but took thousands of years for a dozen generations to muster. With the efforts of generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations and generations ”

“Everyone needs an idol and a spiritual pillar. That idol can bring them strength and security. The Song Clan is strong and polite, hegemonic and gentle, and meets the needs of the people of Heaven. They need such a guardian, and they are happy to have one. ”

“Whether it's Song's culture or Song's lonely promotion to the border, it's an incentive and a stimulus for them. They rejoice and rejoice that their idols are so powerful and so brilliant. Deep in their hearts, they exclude others from talking and attacking the Song Clan.” Even if the matter of Song Yumen's extermination had been proven, they still had doubts in their hearts or tried to find a way to justify it.

“The human heart has a good side, and heavenly men cannot accept the true evil. For example, Song Yu colluded with the maritime bandit Red Baby to kill Li's satisfied door, but after Song Yu's death, there were those Song Cultivated literary people who instigated and induced them, how could they be half angry with Song? Not only that, but they sympathized in their hearts with the suffering of Song Lonely and with the tragedy of his old bereaved son. Therefore, although we killed Song Yu, we were still unable to shake the roots of the Song family and shake their image in the hearts and minds of the people of Heaven. We killed a Song Yu, and the image of Song Lonely was raised again, close to God.”

Li Shepherd, squatting on the ground, suddenly raised his head and smiled with ridicule at the corner of his mouth. “But Song Yu is dead, isn't he? If Song Lonely dies, he will soon be forgotten. Because there will be a new god, and they will take the place of Song Lonely. Nor do they allow the people of Heaven to see the existence of other gods besides them. So, they'll find a way to discredit the Song family and wipe out the power of the Song family. ”

Red sleeve jumped in his heart and said: "Song, you don't want to fight Song Lonely, do you? ”

Li Shepherd shook his head and said: “This is not the best time to make a move. Song Lonely's own strength is unpredictable. The Song family has stood for a thousand years, and countless masters have been recruited. Nobody knows how much Song power is in the capital on this day, how many dark piles are ambushed. Besides, the Lu family collapsed because of treason. Under their manipulation, Grandpa is still disgraced after the meteor of war and now kills Song Lonely, which is too cheap for him. I can't let him die with honor. ”

The Red Sleeve is reassuring. Fearing that Li Shepherd would lose his mind because of the success of Song Yu's murder this time, he decided on a more difficult plan to kill Song Lonely directly before stopping.

“What are we going to do next, son? ”

“In order to maintain superior status, Song Lonely lived in his old house and did not ask about the world. However, the Song ship remains robust. All because Wu Yu suppressed Qingxiong, Wen Gu Qinglin pulled together the champion to plan the next step, and took away Gu Qinglin. ”

Deep in the cave, ghostly, scary.

A man growled and shouted: "Waste, it's rubbish, nothing small can be done. There are fewer boys and girls and strong men you have found. The King's" Eating Yin Gong "is a breakthrough stage. If you don't have those big things to make up for, if you want to lose your strength, you want to make the King be overwhelmed by those ghosts? ”

“It is the slaves who deserve to die, and His Royal Highness, please rest in anger.” A group of people in black knelt in a cave and kowtowed.

“Shit? You really deserve to die. People are like wild chickens and dirt dogs. You can't even get a few of them back. You're not doing your job hard enough. What am I supposed to do with you people? ”

“Your Highness, it is not slaves who refuse to pay attention. It is true that most of the villages around Tiandu have now been robbed by us. There are also villages that know that people are being dragged around and have long fled to other provinces. By the time we arrived, people had gone to the sky, and the whole village could not find even a single animal. Last time, many of our brothers had died, and Tiandu City was also more than willing to speculate that the slaves did not dare to make too much noise, but instead would be ashamed of the king's face.” The head black man explained in a low voice.