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Chapter 77 Treat each other with courtesy
That's it!
Whether it was Lingjiu or the maids and servants present, they suddenly realized when they heard these words.

It turns out that Song Qiuxuan's great achievements are all fake, but fortunately he can still be so arrogant, it has to be said that he is a wonderful flower.

Song Qiuxuan, who had been beaten by humanity, trembled all over, and roared like a crazy beast from his throat.

"Tsk." Really not interested in staying any longer, Song Daozhen turned around and said, "Let's go. Song Xueyi, come with us, I have something to discuss with you."

"Ahhhhhh!" Suddenly, Song Qiuxuan let out a series of heart-piercing roars than before to attract Song Daozhen and others.

Song Daozhen and others looked back in surprise, only to see Song Qiuxuan turned into a black shadow, the speed was surprising, and he arrived in front of Lingjiu and Song Xueyi in the blink of an eye.

Using his hand as a knife, he grabbed Song Xueyi's throat.

Lingjiu didn't make a move because Song Xueyi gently pressed her hand.

Such a small action made Lingjiu naturally let go of her guard, and calmly faced the murderous intent in front of her. To be honest, Lingjiu's physical strength alone is not much better than Song Xueyi. She is like a crispy-skinned commoner As a professional, as long as she has enough spiritual power and enough preparation, she can do terrible damage, but once she does nothing to get close to her, even an ordinary child can hurt her.

From this, it can be seen how much Lingjiu trusts Song Xueyi unconsciously.

In the end, Lingjiu was not disappointed, and the figure that appeared in time blocked Song Qiuxuan's desperate blow.

The person who appeared this time was not Liu Xingxing or Qian Yi, but a man in black wearing a dark gold ghost mask.

"Cough cough!" Song Qiuxuan, who was flying to the ground again, was on the brink of death, with blood on his face, staring at the crowd like a ghost, "Why! What! What! Cough cough... I am not reconciled, I am not reconciled... ah!"

"Why do you get everything, a waste, why do you get everything!" Song Qiuxuan stared at Song Xueyi with eyes full of resentment, and growled with gritted teeth.

"I'm not trash." Song Xueyi, who had been silent all this time, responded unexpectedly.

This sentence seemed to be in response to Song Qiuxuan, and Song Daozhen and others could hear it clearly.

"I'm better than you." Song Xueyi's tone was very peaceful, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing, "I'm better than you."

He lowered his head and caressed the hair of Lingjiu in his arms, his eyes clearly fell on Lingjiu's body, but Song Daozhen felt that the meaning in his words did not include Lingjiu, but included besides Lingjiu, even Everyone including myself.

However, his attitude was really too plain. If he hadn't heard his words clearly, Song Daozhen could hardly believe that he would say such an extremely arrogant sentence.

It's just that no one has ever been as arrogant as he is so low-key, and it's taken for granted.

"Pfft." A childish laugh broke the silence.

"Hahahaha." Lingjiu laughed until her shoulders trembled.

"That's right, that's right, you're better than anyone else!" Lingjiu said while smiling, looking at Song Xueyi with serious eyes.

If someone else suffered a catastrophe like yours, they would have died at a young age, but you survived tenaciously.If someone else suffered a catastrophe like yours, he would have been psychopathic and eccentric, but you are so beautiful and flawless.If someone else was born in your environment, they should have short-sightedness, but you are knowledgeable and have superb medical skills...

A strong talent can be regained once it is lost, but a strong heart and a broad mind are difficult for most people to realize in a lifetime. You have a strong and unyielding mind at a young age, and you, who have a broad and peaceful mind, are indeed better than them. Any one is great.

Song Xueyi's silence recently made Lingjiu worry about whether he would be hit by this group of 'geniuses' who came suddenly, but he was not good at comforting her and didn't know how to express comfort.Now it seems that she thinks too much and can rest assured.

"Tsk, I really don't know that the frog in the well is as tall as the sky and the earth is as thick as Song Qiuxuan!" A young boy standing behind Song Daozhen mocked.

The next moment, his body flew out.

The faces of Song Daozhen and the elders of the Song family around him changed slightly. They knew that the person who shot was the ghost-faced man standing next to Song Xueyi, but they didn't see his speed clearly, and the disciples in the team were sent flying.

"You dare to do something to me!" The injured Song family disciple shouted angrily after recovering from his anger.

Song Daozhen said coldly: "Song Xueyi, what do you mean?"

He felt that he had really misjudged. This young man with a peaceful temperament was not easy to get along with, let alone control.

Song Xueyi's tone was still gentle and soft, "I just want you to show equal respect and etiquette."

"What a joke!" The disciple of the Song family who was beaten sneered with anger on his face: "You deserve our respect? You dare to disrespect us today, and when we go back, we can expel you from the Song family immediately, let alone He is the owner of a branch of the Song family in a small town, and he can't even be a young master!"

Song Daozhen didn't speak, neither did the others, obviously agreeing with the disciple's words.

"With the strength in my hands." Song Xueyi raised his head. "So I can control the warriors of the seventh floor."

In the eyes of Song Daozhen, the group of disciples who came to Su Xuecheng's ancestral home, the seventh-level warriors, even the eighth-level warriors, and the ninth-level Dzogchen warriors can't scare them.Their knowledge is unmatched by ordinary people. Most people think that warriors above the seventh floor are supreme masters, but in their eyes, they are just "people" who are more powerful.

However, on the other hand, at Song Xueyi's age and status, being able to control a seventh-level warrior is indeed a remarkable and puzzling thing.

Especially this martial artist on the seventh floor is also the gold-medal ghost-mask man of Jiuhua Building.

"You say you have short-sightedness and short-sightedness, and you still don't admit it! You're just a small seventh-level warrior, and you think you're great? What a joke, a joke!" The disciple of the Song family who was beaten yelled ironically.

Soon his voice stopped, because he was hit by the ghost-faced man in the chest again, and he almost couldn't breathe in and spit it out.

"Song Family in Xuecheng, don't you even know Jiuhua Tower?" The ghost-faced man only said this sentence, and returned to Song Xueyi without a sound.

"I know." The elder of the Song family who went back to Xuecheng caressed the goatee that continued to grow. The emperor's decree protects a powerful force that travels unimpeded across three continents. It's just that as far as I know, the gold-plated ghost mask in Jiuhualou is only in the business of killing people."

The ghost-faced man had no intention of explaining.

Elder Song with the goatee said to Song Xueyi again: "What do you mean by respect and etiquette?"

(End of this chapter)