Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 1187 End

"Then please get out of here." Song Yaoyao ordered with a solemn face, "Huo Jiu, let them go away!"

"Song Yaoyao!" Huo Ningxi looked worried and disappointed in his eyes, "Uncle Zhang, please persuade her."

"Miss Song, you..."

"Uncle Zhang!" Song Yaoyao looked calm and coldly said: "Even you have to disobey me? I said, I want to be with my brother this time! Where is he and where am I!"

With that, she pushed Huo Ningxi away, pulled the car door and sat on it.

Zhong Lixue quickly flicked something in her eyes, she quickly grabbed Huo Ningxi to prevent him from going to Song Yaoyao again.

The car roared out like an arrow quickly.

Huo Ningxi stood there slumped, as if his soul had also been taken away.

Zhong Lixue comforted him in a gentle voice: "Ning Xi, don't do that. It's her own choice, but if you have an accident, I think I will make the same decision as her."

Huo Ningxi lowered his head, as if not listening at all.

Zhong Li tossed his lips, glanced at the flower that was trampled on the ground, "tsk", turned and left.

"I'm here for nothing."

Instead of seeing the excitement, my heart was poked.

Huo Yunque, that dog man, what is good? So Song Yaoyao was blinded, so that he would fall in love with him.

"Brother--" Zhong Lixue hesitated and stopped him.

"Why?" Zhong Li raised his eyebrows and looked very pale when he looked at her.

Zhong Lixue was a little nervous, "Do you...like her?"

Uncle Zhang looked at his nose, his nose at his heart, "Everyone, our host's house is not there, so I don't invite you to drink tea. Please forgive me." After all, he turned his head and went into the yard, and ordered his servant to close the door.

The door closed tightly, Zhong Li licked his lips and smiled unclearly, "Yeah, she is funny."

After speaking, he strode into the car and left Zhong Lixue and Huo Ningxi behind.

...

In the car, Song Yaoya's expression has calmed down.

She was playing with a medal in the shape of an iris flower in her hand, and the small one was in her little snow-white hand, exuding a simple luster and full of historical sense.

When the plane rushed into the sky, the moment of weightlessness and suffocation made Song Yaoyao close his eyes.

It's almost over.

It was very late after getting off the plane. Song Yaoyao and Huo Jiu looked at each other and nodded quietly, "I'm going to the bathroom, you are waiting for me outside."

"Yes."

Song Yaoya walked into the bathroom. It was quiet and quiet, and she could feel the sense of surveillance that accompanied her, 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 that a compartment had opened.

Song Yao's lips curled, and he was in a great mood.

"one two Three……"

When she counted three, a swordsman fell on the back of her neck, and Song Yaoyao went black and passed out.

…

When he woke up again, Song Yaoyao was in a strange house.

The difference from the dream is that this time it is not a dilapidated and abandoned ward, but a strange church.

The dark red carpet and wallpaper are like dried blood, and the jumping candlelight is reflected on the wall like ghosts with teeth and claws.

The air is full of blood.

Song Yaoyao was not surprised, she was still in the mood to look around.

Right above, on the huge cross, **** was looking down at her with a compassionate expression.

As if silently condemning all this absurdity.

'Da da da……'

There was the sound of high heels tapping on the ground, and Song Yaoya turned to look.

What caught her eye was a familiar face. In fact, she had only seen each other once. It was also at Alice's ‘funeral’ that she was Armand’s lover. Come to think of it, the malicious look she noticed at the time came from this woman.

"Are you the woman of Oriental Satan? She is really beautiful, like an exquisite Oriental doll."

A sharp nail crossed Song Yaoyao's cheek, and a blood stain immediately appeared.

Song Yaoya whimpered, and a tear came from his eyes.

"what?"

The woman was surprised. She looked at Song Yaoya closely, "Is there really such a magical thing in the world? You are really fragile and incredible."

She sighed, stood up straight again, and introduced herself gracefully, "I am Tilia, Tilia Lankster."

Song Yaoya nodded and looked at her seriously, "So, you are Alice's illegitimate sister who has never appeared before?"

Tilia paused, not angry, "You are so interesting, I start to like you."

Song Yaoya curled his eyes when he heard the words, and smiled with a clear vortex, pure and harmless, "Me too, it's nice to meet you."

Song Yao's performance finally made Tilia aware of something wrong.

She raised her eyebrows. "Aren't you afraid?"

No matter who it is, it will feel scared to be tied here alone, right?

Song Yaoya shook his head, in a very good mood, "I didn't expect it to fall so quickly."

Tilia: "???"

She leaned over suddenly, supporting Song Yaoyao's chin, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing at you, the bamboo basket was empty."

Song Yao's lips curled, "Your man should now hang out in the hotel with the woman you least want to see. What you want from me no longer exists. I really didn't expect that the person who was going to deal with me was actually I've never had a cross."

When the voice fell, Tilia's hand suddenly squeezed, and Song Yao snorted.

"Is there any, I have the final say!!"

She stood up straight, her cold voice echoing throughout the church, "Magic Yata, you can start."

This last name--

Song Yaoyao looked over and wandered out from the corner door of the church, an old woman wrinkled. She was leaning on a crutch with a strange beast head carved with it, shaking three times every step she took, making people worry that she might fall to the ground in the next second. The strange black and cyan tattoo spread all the way from the back of her hand to the invisible Japanese robe.

Tilia leaned over, obviously respecting the old woman.

"Magic Yata, please start doing it now."

"That's her?"

The old woman finally came over, and Song Yaoya couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief for her. When the old woman looked at her, Song Yaoya was surprised to find that although the skin of the person in front of him was wrinkled like bark, his eyes were brighter than that of the girl.

Such a pair of eyes is set on an old woman's face, forming a very strange picture.

The old woman fixedly looked at Song Yaoyao, motionless as if she had entered a certain concentration.

Until Tilia couldn't help but reminded, "Magic Yata?"

‘Huh—’

The old woman raised her head, she shook her head, and said to Tilia: "You found the wrong person."

"Impossible!" Tilia denied, "I'm pretty sure I didn't find the mistake."

What she thought of, she immediately turned her head to look at Song Yaoyao, "Are you Song Yaoyao?"

"Yes, she is Song Yaoyao! Wizard Yada, I'm sure!"

The church door was pushed open, and a firm voice came in.

(End of this chapter)