Too bad, I was treated as a negative teaching material by Zongmen

Song Yizhi's words left the three people at the door wondering which focus to focus on.

Song Yiyue entered the ruins of God?

Did they go to Song Yiyue to spy on the news?
Qing Jun glanced at Yan Chen and Han Zhengchu, and then said to Song Yizhi, "Perhaps Young Master Han is the most suitable candidate."

I don't like to talk, and I'm not good at sleeve dancing. As for Shen Chen, a Buddhist disciple, he is not suitable in any way. The other people are not very good, and the most suitable person who can spy on the news is Han Zhengchu.

Han Zhengchu glanced at Qingjun, and after thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing wrong with what Qingjun said.

Among this group of people, it seems that he is the only one who is good at talking.

"I can go." Han Zhengchu said.

Song Shenzi asked why he refused, and besides, it was not a big deal.

It's just that he was a little curious as to why Song Yiyue came into the Relics of God.

It's impossible for her not to know the dangers of the God's Relic. Now that she appears unexpectedly at the God's Relic, I'm afraid there are other reasons.

"By the way, can you spare a guest room for Song Yiyue?" Song Yizhi felt a little guilty when he said this.

Let them live in the front house, and let them vacate a room with the back foot, which makes me really embarrassed.

This is all the fault of that stinky girl Song Yiyue!

When the time comes, I have to give her a good beating!
The movement at the door attracted people from the two rooms next door. When he heard these words, Zhou Youguang said without hesitation, "What can't be done? Let's move on to vacate the guest room."

Others nodded in agreement.

Not to mention that this is a guest room purchased by Song Shenzi himself. If it can save a life, it is a life. There is nothing for them and the grown men to squeeze in. Besides, this guest room is very bright!
Besides, if it weren't for Song Shenzi, they would probably be in a state of distress because of the guest room.

"Thank you." Song Yizhi said gratefully.

This group of people waved their hands repeatedly, and there was a sense of indescribable joy in their panic.

"Please don't hurt us." Li Chishu said helplessly, and then said, "Han Zhengchu and I will go to investigate the situation later."

Han Zhengchu nodded.

Several people looked at Song Yizhi with helpless eyes.

The Son of God is really capable of destroying people!

"Zhi Zhi." A gentle and magnetic voice sounded from a few steps away.

Several people at the door looked over and saw an unusually young and handsome man standing a few steps away, but his face... looked exactly like the Demon King.

The eyes of several people darkened.

"Are they all your friends?" Mr. Feng took two steps forward and stood not far from Song Yizhi.

Song Yizhi responded.

"Since we are your friends, why bother them to huddle together in one place and have a house." Feng Lao's gentle voice sounded like a spring breeze.

And a house?

Several people at the door lowered their eyelids, their eyes slightly darkened.

They had asked about this inn before, but the shopkeeper behind the counter said that the rooms were full.

"Isn't it full?" Song Yizhi looked around.

People were coming and going in the inn, and the packed inn was very lively.

In this case, are there any rooms available?

"The top floor is not open to the public, but if you are Zhizhi's friend, you can make an exception." Mr. Feng said slowly. He glanced at these people with a flat look, and then looked at Song Yizhi with gentle and loving eyes, "There are a few here. The food is good, do you want to try it?”

Song Yizhi thought about it reservedly, then pointed to a guard and said, "Go and settle them."

The guard responded.

Seeing Song Yizhi leaving with the head of the Feng family, several people looked at each other.

"Guests, come this way." The guard's voice sounded neither humble nor overbearing.

Han Zhengchu followed the guards to the top floor. "There is only Miss Feng Laotong on the top floor. There are a few things you need to pay attention to..." the guard said as he walked.

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Restaurant, elegant room.

Song Yizhi held the bowl and lowered his head to eat.

Mr. Feng, who was not a big fan of food, sat aside and only used serving chopsticks to pick up some food for Song Yizhi from time to time.

In this quiet and warm atmosphere, Song Yizhi suddenly said, "Aren't you going to ask?"

"What?" Feng Lao didn't understand what Song Yizhi meant for a while.

Seeing Song Yizhi's gaze, Feng Lao said softly, "You mean those gangsters?"

Song Yizhi looked at Mr. Feng intently and said nothing.

"I'll have someone handle the household registration for them later." After finishing speaking, Feng Lao took a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and placed it on Song Yizhi's porcelain plate.

Song Yizhi glanced at the ribs on the plate, then raised his eyes to the man at the table, and said in a calm voice, "Aren't you going to ask me who I am?"

Feng Lao seemed not to have expected Song Yizhi to ask such a question. He was stunned for a moment, and then said in a funny tone, "What are you asking? Did you replace my niece? Where did you take my niece?"

"Otherwise?" Song Yizhi asked back, looking at the man who still had a gentle face, and said with some confusion, "You don't seem to be surprised by my niece who suddenly appeared."

From the moment he appeared, whether it was Mr. Feng or others, they acted too weird.

They don't doubt themselves at all. No matter what they are, they seem to be reasonable.

This situation made her couldn't help but feel that another person had existed before this.

"I thought you would ask me again after a while." Feng Lao said something irrelevant, and then continued, "Eat first."

Song Yizhi said "Oh" and then picked up the spareribs on the plate with chopsticks.

Seeing the little girl eating obediently, Feng Lao pondered his thoughts and finally said bluntly, "Do you need to shed blood to recognize your kin?"

"Cough cough cough..." Song Yizhi couldn't help but choke. She put down the bowl and turned her head to cover her mouth before coughing.

Feng Lao poured a cup of tea and handed it over.

Song Yizhi came over slowly, picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ahem..." Song Yizhi breathed slowly a few times, adjusted his breathing and looked at the man on the side, his hoarse voice a little erratic, "Are you really my uncle?"

No, what kind of strange trend is this?

Faced with Song Yizhi's doubts, Feng Lao was not angry. He said amusedly, "What else?"

If he was not Zhizhi's biological uncle, then why would he be so kind to her?
Song Yizhi picked up the bowl and chopsticks and took a bite of rice to calm down his shock.

This news is too absurd.

"I felt my brother's bloodline in Lingcheng, but it was very thin, almost nonexistent," said Feng Lao.

Song Yizhi immediately realized who Feng Lao was talking about.

"Her name is Song Yiyue, she is my sister, but she did not inherit her father's bloodline." Song Yizhi said simply.

Mr. Feng looked at Song Yizhi with an uncontrollable smile in his eyes.

It seems that Zhizhi recognizes his uncle.

Song Yizhi, who was eating with his head down, suddenly looked up, and immediately saw a pair of similar peach blossom eyes looking at him with a smile.

At this time, Feng Lao was in a happy mood, and his relaxed eyebrows were less sharp and strong, looking gentle and approachable.

Song Yizhi lowered his eyelids and continued to eat with his head down.

He didn't even officially acknowledge him, so he was so happy?

"Since she is Zhizhi's sister, do you need me to invite her over?" Feng Lao's gentle and gentle voice revealed pleasure. (End of chapter)