Open life and be forced to become a good person

Chapter 357

"Tsk tsk——" The pile of things tried to stand up again, but it still couldn't get up.

It hit the ground again with a snap.

But after several failed attempts, the thing seemed to gather strength gradually.

That pool of things gradually took on a human form.

Head, body—and legs—

"Don't you run away?"

"I don't want to run—"

Song Yuan shook his head, "I want to see what you are—"

There is such a thing in here, if someone accidentally breaks in, wouldn't it be dangerous.

What's more, this guy has condensed into a human form, maybe he will go out to harm others.

She wants to try first, if she can destroy it first.

"I come."

Tang Song handed the shopping bag in his hand to Song Yuan, and took the initiative to take a few steps forward.

Just as Tang Song moved forward, he saw that the pool of human figures already had their own faces.

She looks exactly the same as Song Yuan, but her complexion is extremely pale.

Facing Tang Song's astonished gaze, he also showed a weird smile.

"A Song—"

It even calls Tang Song by imitating the voice of Song and Yuan.

Seeing Tang Song's shocked face, the smile on this thing's face became even more proud.

"I can not only imitate the face and voice, but I can also imitate the body."

This thing suddenly tore off its own clothes, revealing its naked body——

Although it is not bumpy, it can be considered impactful to others.

But before she could open her mouth, Tang Song had already attacked it.

His fingernails were extremely sharp, and the place where the nails scratched felt faint pain.

In fact, it is not a monster with a level, it is purely formed by a kind of resentment.

Therefore, it has no entity, and it is all transformed into the appearance of others.

Who would have imagined that this guy is not soft on his lover.

"You are a monster."

Resentment screamed and said, how could normal humans have such sharp nails——

"None of them are normal people, so don't say anything about anyone."

Tang Song rushed over again.

He has been training his claws recently, trying to control these monster powers, and the effect is still remarkable.

At the very least, he can freely control his claws.

"Let me tell you, I hate it the most. Some people do bad things in my A Yuan's face." Especially, this thing dares to take off its clothes.

Tang Song directly pressed the thing in the corner and beat it.

Because of the relationship between the light and the angle, Song Yuan couldn't see it very clearly.But I could clearly hear the screams, and saw some things being torn apart and thrown out——

After a while, these movements completely disappeared.

This thing was originally formed by the accumulation of human grievances for a long time, forming its own consciousness, but just now, because it hurt too much from the beating, it dispersed along with it.

In the face of absolute force value, no matter how great the resentment is, he dare not vent it.

In order not to allow himself to continue to admit this torture, the resentment was immediately dissipated.

It's so smart--

Tang Song withdrew his claws, walked over and put his arms around Song Yuan's shoulders, "Let's go home—"

"it is good--"

Before leaving, Song Yuan glanced back.

The alley is still so dark, but it lacks the palpitating feeling——

Two days later, Song Yuan appeared at the gate of the Song family.

Just yesterday, she suddenly received a call from her father, saying that he was seriously ill and dying, and asked her to come back.

To be honest, I don't really want to come back.

It is said that where there is a stepmother, there is a stepdad. This sentence is vividly reflected in her father.

When her mother had just left, her father actually had some affection for her.

After all, like her father, she belongs to the people who were abandoned by her mother.

It's just that after her father married his childhood sweetheart Huang Xiuxiu, everything changed.

Later, Huang Xiuxiu gave him another pair of children. What is the daughter of her ex-wife?
Seeing her, her father had a look of disgust on his face.

So I don't know what to call her for?
Tang Song insisted on coming with her, and she didn't object, but now she asked Tang Song to go back to her hut first.

"Song Yuan, you're back?" Huang Xiuxiu's eyes lit up when she saw Song Yuan appear.

Song Yuan: "..."

How does it feel like a weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken.

No matter how you look at it, you are uneasy.

"Song Yuan——"

"I heard that my father is going to die, so I just came back to see."

"Song Yuan, how can you talk like that? How sad your father must be--" Huang Xiuxiu's smile suddenly froze on her face.

Although it was said that they used this purpose to call her back, hearing her say it so bluntly made her feel somewhat unhappy.

"Are you sure?" Song Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Didn't you say that, crying and shouting on the phone, saying that my father is going to die, let me come back to see him for the last time."

"Actually—" Song Yuan paused, "I think you're lying to me. As far as the relationship between my dad and me is concerned, how could he want to see me?"

Huang Xiuxiu: "..."

This is true.

She couldn't be more clear about the relationship between Song Feng and Song Yuan.After all, the relationship between their father and daughter is so weak, and her stepmother has contributed a lot.

But this time, Song Feng really wanted her to come back.

"If he is still alive and well, I won't go in, so as not to piss him off."

Seeing Huang Xiuxiu like this, Song Yuan knew that he must have been cheated.

If her father was really about to die, Huang Xiuxiu's expression would not be so indifferent, her eyes must be red and swollen, and her face was crying messily.

"Song Yuan, it's really your father looking for you, and he's waiting for you in the living room."

Huang Xiuxiu reached out to pull her, but Song Yuan took a step back, avoiding her hand, "I'll go in by myself—"

This place was unfamiliar to her, as soon as she entered, she saw her father Song Feng sitting on a mahogany sofa, looking up at her.

Song Yuan still remembers that when she was very young, the house she lived in was very dilapidated.

At least when she left here, it was still in tatters. ,
The living room was never decorated either.

Her mother, Xu Jiarong, complained about it several times.

And by the time the living room was decorated extremely exquisitely and beautifully, she had already lost the qualification to come in.

Of course she is not rare.

"You're here." Song Feng sighed faintly, "It seems that our father and daughter haven't talked like this for a long time. Come in and let me take a look at you. How does it feel like a blink of an eye? It's grown so big."

"You haven't even taken care of me and left me to fend for myself. Of course you will think that I grow up very fast." Hearing what he said, Song Yuan frowned even tighter, "What do you want from me? Get straight to the point , and there is no need to beat around the bush. Let’s just talk about it.”

(End of this chapter)