Apocalypse Summoner

Song Wentao is like a dead family. The wrinkles on his face are crowded together. It seems to be very painful. Even the breathing has been paused for a long time, but he still patted his heart and forced himself to calm down. And then barely squeezed a smile:

"She went out to work... Half a month, you come to my house first."

"Ok."

Li Jiayu followed Song Wentao, but he did not see his expression. Otherwise, Li Jiayu should have noticed it. Unfortunately, she rushed for 80 kilometers and put down so many inheritors on the road. She was already a little tired. She still wants to find a place to rest and rest.

Pedestrians on the street hurried past. They all noticed Li Jiayu, who was wearing a magic robe and covered his face with half a face. But this is no stranger. After all, Yangcheng used to be the fashion capital of the south. There are more people, especially after the advent of the supernatural magic era, the odd costumes are more common, magic robes, armor, robes, tights, everything, and even some mad warriors do not wear clothes directly, just like the Terminator Muscles and rifles...

Along the way, Li Jiayu noticed a very strange thing, that is, the pedestrians on the road looked at Song Wentao's eyes strangely, as if they were gloating, as if waiting for him to be ugly, just like looking at a super wearing a dozen green hats. "Hulk"

"Hey, old Song, why are you still here? Your flowery jade wife..." A pedestrian laughed.

"Cough... Cough... Don't say it." Song Wentao coughed and stopped the pedestrian.

"Haha, old Song, you are too arrogant, how to live more and more go back, you were a rich man a few decades ago, and later the business plummeted, became a wholesale businessman, now you even run away with your wife, hey, change I am you... I have been looking for a piece of tofu to die!"

"Pharaoh!" Song Wentao took a cane. The pedestrian was stunned with resentment.

"Haha, I am just telling the truth... Old Song, you can do it yourself, don't be too stunned, or you may have to enter the coffin in advance!"

Pedestrians screamed arrogantly. He was Song Wentao's previous business opponent. In peacetime, he and Song Wentao fought together, and now the end of the world is coming. He naturally wants to take the opportunity to fall into the rock and sneer at the old Song Wentao.

However, this is actually very miserable. The merchants in the peaceful era are rich and rich. Now...they are nothing, just a group of people who want to eat rice, waiting for the army to distribute relief food, otherwise they will starve to death.

"You...you...there is nothing to do with you!"

"Of course I don't care. But I just like to watch you wearing a green hat, hahahaha, who told you to marry a beautiful wife. You are destined to be blessed..."

The pedestrian was really a little man's face, bitter and mean, specifically to expose Song Wentao's scars, and Li Jiayu was a bit uncomfortable. She went straight from behind Song Wentao and stumbled on the pedestrians, stepping on his head and swearing. The ground is:

"Try it again! Be careful that your lips will be stuffed into your throat!"

Pedestrians were immediately scared, and they had to beg for mercy. He was crying and crying and asked Li Jiayu to let him go. He always thought that Song Wentao was running out of water. Where would it be expected that Song Wentao would still be on such a violently inclined magician?

Song Wentao sighed and said something awkwardly: "Forget it... half a month, let's go. Leave the man alone."

"Ok."

Li Jiayu followed Song Wentao and left the street to go to Song Wentao's residence. On the way, Li Jiayu wanted to ask if Ayi Ru had something wrong, but Song Wentao shook his head and smiled.

Oh, this old man is like this. What is wrong with hiding in the stomach is not willing to talk to people, and Song Wentao also thinks that Li Jiayu is a kind of magician who is very bad, and has not pinned his hope on her.

Song Wentao's home is located in a courtyard not far away. Although the yard is simple, the decoration is not bad, and it contains a lot of plants. The air is very refreshing. Such a residence is usually only qualified by the inheritors. Owning, Song Wentao, an ordinary person who can live here, is really incredible.

"嘎吱"

Song Wentao pushed open the iron gate, introduced Li Jiayu into the living room, and then sat on the sofa, rubbing his face with both hands and exhausted, and barely squeezed a smile:

"Half a month, you are not in Xijiang City? How can it appear in Yangcheng? Hehe... Is your nephew okay? Should she be okay with Perilla?"

"Well, she has already gone to Yucheng, she is very safe, and she has been promoted to a double magician of ice and water..." Li Jiayu sat on the sofa, grabbed the teapot, poured some water on the two cups, and drank herself. A mouthful of throat, and another hand to Song Wentao.

"That's good, then it's good... As long as the perilla is safe, it is stronger than anything else. The mother-of-pearl is really a person who is a dragon and a phoenix. It is a person who cares for God. It can become an unattainable inheritor...哎Where is the mediocrity like me, ordinary can't be ordinary..."

The wrinkles on Song Wentao's face stretched out, apparently because he was very happy to learn about the situation of the sage.

"Well, she is a very clever woman, she has two inheritances, one is the water shadow, the other is the mermaid..."

Li Jiayu nodded and was about to ask Song Wentao about the inheritance of the mother of Pei Su, but Song Wentao had already asked:

"Half a month, is your cousin still okay?"

Li Jiamin is his son-in-law after all. He naturally has to care about it. Song Wentao is very satisfied with Li Jiayu and has always been proud of it. After all, Li Jiayu is a famous graduate, handsome and handsome, and Sven Wenwen is also the work of online game companies. The head of the room, the future is boundless, Song Wentao has been urging the 晏紫苏 to let him hold his grandson.

"Cousin... oh..." Li Jiayu's tone is strange, can't say how sad it is, and can't say how happy it is, that is, some ambiguous saying: "Quiet my ability is limited, my cousin is killed... ”

Hearing the loss of the son-in-law, Song Wentao stayed in his sleep, and there was a trace of silence and grief in the muddy eyes, but he quickly smiled and shook his head:

"This is a fate... Destiny is so, you don't need to blame yourself. Under the frenzy of the last days, no one can resist the fate. The king wants you to die three times, never leave you to five more..." Song Wentao seems It is too old, just like a superstitious old man.

"Song Shu, can you tell me about the aunt's situation?" Li Jiayu took a sip of tea and said slowly: "She must have encountered any trouble? Just now the passerby said that you are wearing a green hat... Is it awkward? Are you with you? Aunt, isn't she such a person?"

Song Wentao's face was a stiff face, and he quickly waved his hand and shook his head: "Half a month, don't worry about this...you can't control it."

"Song Shu, what is hard to say, just say it to me... In the place of Yangcheng, there are no more than five people who can get me."

Li Jiayu's voice was faintly heard. She put down the cup and stood up. She went to Song Wentao and gently reached out and pressed it on Song Wentao's chest.

"Half a month, how are you..."

Song Wentao didn't understand what Li Jiayu was doing. He just wanted to ask. He saw Li Jiayu's skiing palms burst into warm white light. Suddenly, he felt a very comfortable heat flow wrapped around the heart, and then the heat flowed to the limbs. In the middle of the battle, his body is full of vitality, and every pore is so open that the whole person is like a spring breeze.

"call……"

In a ten-second period, Song Wentao’s nostrils exhaled a turbidity. He slowly opened his eyes and felt that his body was light and fluttering. He no longer felt the feeling of weakness and powerlessness of the old man. He reached out and touched himself. The cheeks, but suddenly found that the wrinkles on the face have all disappeared!

"Well, this... Am I dreaming? I am getting younger?"

Song Wentao looked at his own hands and yanked his collar and looked at his chest. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the old spots on his chest had disappeared!

Then, Song Wentao stood up violently and rushed into the room to pick up the mirror. He found himself recovering from a young man, from a 60-year-old man to a middle-aged man in his early forties, full of red light. The blood is so strong that even the hair has turned back to black!

Song Wentao was shocked and inexplicably rushed out of the room, thanking Li Jiayu, but he was already stunned.

Because Li Jiayu has taken off the hood of the magic robe, revealing the cheek of the goddess that is beautiful enough to suffocate. For a time, the living room of Nuo Da seems to be illuminated by the light, and Song Wentao sees both eyes. Straight.

"Song Shu, forgot to tell you... my strength is not inferior to the deputy city owner of Yangcheng... Any trouble, I can use force to solve it. If you are really dangerous, you can tell me. I will use violence to suppress everything!"

Li Jiayu’s business is still very light and soft, just like the furry feathers tickle in the ears. Song Wentao stayed for a long time before he suddenly recovered. He was stunned and pointed his finger at Li Jiayu, shaking his voice:

"You... are you really half a month? Impossible. I only saw it for half a month two or three years ago. She obviously doesn't look like this..."

"Song Shu, this matter, explain later, I just want to know the situation of Aunt Ru... You know, the blind man is very worried about your safety in the city, I also want to bring you both to Yucheng. Go, live with the scorpion."

"Hey..." Song Wentao indulged, but his eyes were still locked in Li Jiayu's face. It seems that some people don't believe that she is Li Banyue, but considering that Li Jiayu is likely to have good strength, Song Wentao opened his mouth. , calm face:

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