Song Yuanhuanzhi

Song Huan cursed secretly while running for his life.

Thinking of Guo Yunsheng, she wanted to kill him!
Why didn't you tell me when you fmd looking for the account book?
It's okay not to say.

At least remind me before leaving, let me be prepared, isn't it? !

Scum!
People in the Jianghu don't even talk about martial arts! ! !

So this thing figured it out.

Behind Guo Yunsheng is Chimelong Biaoxing. If the owner of Chimelong Biaoxing is really the rumored owner of the Sun and Moon Tower, that person must be an extraordinary person!
It's just that the goods transported by the standard line happened to be the Wang family's goods, and they happened to pass through Qingfengzhai again...

Did the Wang family also get involved?
But if the Wang family participated, how could they allow Wang Dayu, a single seedling, to be in danger?
Forget it, I don't want to.

At this time, a strong wind came from behind the ears.

Song Huan lifted his feet off the ground, leaped over with his strength, and dodged to avoid the big knife thrown by the opponent. After landing, he glanced at the knife stuck in the tree from the corner of his eye, and at the same time ran towards the depths of the forest.

The speed is so fast that only afterimages remain.

The man behind spat and cursed, "This kid, he's like a monkey when he enters the woods, he's not slippery!"

Another man pulled out the knife from the tree, "Blind, forceful, forceful, useless! It's too late to know now! Hurry up and catch him, the real mission is to deliver!"

The man sighed and accelerated to catch up.

Song Huan is like a fish in water in the woods.

On the contrary, a few big men were constrained everywhere.

Song Huan is now torn, should these people stay?
First of all, she didn't know who sent these people.

After killing them, will there be a second or third batch?

But escaping like this is not an option.

Fu Yuanzhi and Adi are still in Ziyang Academy, it is impossible for her to leave.

It would be even more difficult if they went to the academy to find Fu Yuanzhi and Adi.

Just think about it and get angry!
It was all Guo Yunsheng's fault!
And the people behind him!
What are you doing to implicate innocent people like us when you fight against you? !

It was a fight between gods and mortals.

It was the cause and effect of causing her to bear a few extra lives for no reason.

Song Huan wiped off the blood on the dagger with a handkerchief.

This place is located in the depths of the forest, most people would not come here, just stay for a day or two, the corpse will be gone and become food for the animals in the forest.

Song Huan finally decided to kill the four of them.

First, they were trying to kill her. In order to protect herself and prevent possible irreversible situations, she had no choice but to protect Adi and Fu Yuanzhi.

However, even with the threat of death, they didn't tell the people behind it, which is a pity.

Not knowing who the other party is is simply a ticking time bomb for her.

Even if she doesn't have the account book in her hand, they think she has it, so they will continue to catch up, and this matter will never end!

Song Huan bowed his head and saw the corpse on the ground, and bowed with palms together.

Amitabha, Buddha bless.

If you want to count the cause and effect, ask the Buddha to count their fate on Guo Yunsheng and the people behind him.

The little girl is innocent and just wants to protect herself.

Amitabha, good is good.

Before Song Huan left, he gave them their purses along, earning 15 taels and 710 bawen.

Instead of putting it here to grind the teeth of animals, let's benefit her.

The first thing Song Huan did after leaving the forest was to go to Ziyang Academy and tell Fu Yuanzhi and the others about it.

The status of Ziyang Academy is supernatural, not only because of Mr. Ziyang, but also because of countless students who came out of Ziyang Academy. Now there are many people who have a status and power that cannot be underestimated.

Mr. Ziyang has peaches and plums all over the world, and the power in them cannot be ignored.

Now that Mr. Yan'an is in charge, I don't know if the other party will send another group of people. If so, the chances of going directly to Ziyang Academy to find trouble are not high.

Song Huan couldn't guess it, but no matter what, it would be safer to be prepared, know the reason, and be vigilant at all times.

I hope they will be afraid of Ziyang Academy and dare not do anything.

Of course, it would be better not to send anyone.

It is best to find out that the person who actually took the ledger was Guo Yunsheng.

In this way, the danger of ordinary people like them can be avoided.

If you continue to chase after them, then don't blame her for directly revealing that he took it away.

If Guo Yunsheng is in the first grade of junior high school, she can be in the fifteenth grade.

Although she was not immune to his care before, but this time it was extraordinary, four lives could not be offset by that little care.

She doesn't care if the gods fight, but if it hurts herself and the people around her, don't blame mortals for coming up with their own ideas.

The entrance of Ziyang Academy.

After hearing Song Huan's words, brother frowned and said directly, "This matter is complicated, Jian'an County is not safe anymore, it's not as safe as us"

Before Fu Yuanzhi could speak, Song Huan interrupted, "No, there are still variables in this matter."

Brother approached Song Huan, "Sister, you can't be brave! I can smell blood!"

Song Huan, "..."

Song Huan flicked Brother's brow, "You are stupid, if we leave like this, won't it make people think that we took it?"

Brother scratched his head, then smiled.

It is this principle.

Fu Yuanzhi sighed, "The people who are most anxious about this matter are those who really want to find the ledger. They won't waste their time in insignificant places, but as far as we are concerned, we are not safe, Miss Song, otherwise you will follow us. Let's enter Ziyang Academy together."

Song Huan shook his head, "You didn't enter Ziyang Academy in a serious way, if you bother others over and over again, it's not good."

Fu Yuanzhi only said, "I'll settle this matter. I'm really worried about you being out alone, let alone being injured. I'll decide this matter."

Miss Song is a person who relies on herself. If she can not bother others, she will not bother others, but she also has the kind of temperament that others try not to bother her.

At this time, Fu Yuanzhi could only put Song Huan's temper aside and make a decision directly.

For him, other things are not important, but Song Huan's life is very important.

Song Huan didn't know how Fu Yuanzhi did it. In the end, she successfully entered Ziyang Academy and became Fu Yuanzhi's book boy.

Clear sky.

The shade of the trees shines on the water.

The schoolboys sat cross-legged in the corner of the school, and Song Huanchi had no place to sit, so he sat cross-legged under the window lattice on the outer wall.

This is what Liu Wenruo saw when he passed the courtyard.

Liu Wenruo came closer, knelt down, and said, "Song, Song..."

Seeing that he was still struggling with how to call herself, Song Huan helped him and said, "Song Shutong."

Liu Wenruo smiled, "Song...Song Shutong, can you get used to it?"

Song Huan shrugged, "Fortunately, it's just a little boring."

Liu Wenruo said, "I remember that there is a script in Zangshu Pavilion."

Song Huan's eyes lit up, and then he said discouragedly, "Book boys can't borrow books."

Liu Wenruo said, "It's okay, just let Yuanzhi borrow it for you."

Song Huan looked around and said in a low voice, "You Ziyang Academy is so powerful, you still have scripts? Don't lie to me, right?"

Liu Wenruo shook his head, "Who said that Cangshu Pavilion can't have story books? As long as it is a book, it has its value worthy of collection."

Song Huan gave a thumbs up and agreed, "Well said!"

In fact, the script is not useless.

Ancient vernacular scripts, whether they are short "novels" or long "historical narrations", have had a great influence on the history of literature, making literature closer to the people.