Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

If this was not confirmed, song Zhenxing would not have taken the time to fix it.

But song Yue listened to his words and first twisted his eyebrows. After a while, he probably remembered who song Miao was, but he still didn't let go. "Anyway, I'll only marry Erdong, and then I'll invite the patriarch to preside over the marriage for us."

"I'm not going!" Song Zhenxing is impatient and shakes his sleeve.

Song Yue gritted his teeth, "then I can only fly a pigeon to send a message, and ask my master to come back. Since the patriarch is busy, I won't trouble you. I'll leave first."

With that, song Yue turned and left.

Behind him, song Zhenxing was so angry that he called to song Yue: "Song Yue! You are not a good person! Sooner or later, when you regret it, don't ask me for it

But song Yue didn't look back.

Song Zhenxing snorted angrily. His eyes were dark. For a long time, he suddenly waved, and suddenly a bodyguard fell in front of him.

"Go and try to make the orphan disappear."

"Yes." The bodyguard took orders.

Song Zhenxing stood in the same place, slightly squinted and wiped his mouth, his eyes were full of evil.

He had to let song Yue marry song Miao, because song Yue was alone, without parents or other relatives, and the only master was away all the year round. If song Yue could be used by him, it would be his most powerful arm.

If song Yue married song Miao, song Zhinian's help to song Yue would be equivalent to his help to song Zhenxing. At that time, the whole song family would really be his one word.

It's not that, like now, when it's a big deal, it's necessary to hold a meeting of the elders. If he wants to make a decision, he has to seek the opinions of the elders first.

Song Zhenxing didn't like this feeling of being constrained. Even when he didn't make the same decision as the elders, he was scolded.

He is the head of the clan! But I was scolded by the old people! Where to put his clan leader's face?

Song Yue didn't know what song Zhenxing was thinking. Although he doubted the purpose of song Zhenxing asking him to bring back the coffin, he didn't realize that song Zhenxing was suddenly enthusiastic about his marriage.

After all, as a patriarch, he really needs to take more care of orphans whose parents are not here.

Song Yue pursed his lips, thinking that he would write a letter to the master quickly, and went back to his yard.

As a result, when I went back, I found that the spoon didn't know where it had gone, while Erdong was still sitting there, as if he had never gone away.

Song Yue felt at ease.

His anger, which was originally caused by the patriarch's words, dissipated and disappeared. The corners of his lips raised slightly and he walked over.

"Where's the spoon? Why don't you play with me? "

"It was carried away by your fiancee." The indifference of Erdong's face.

However, what he said surprised song Yue.

"What fiancee?" Where did he get his fiancee? Why didn't he know?

"Song Miao." Erdong looks at him and reminds him in a low voice.

Song Yue's heart choked, and he suddenly realized something next moment. He stared at Er Dong tightly, clenched his hand and asked, "how do you know? It's not I mean, originally the patriarch did ask her to marry her, but I said I wanted to How do you know about her? "

Song Yue's ears became red, and he was not clear about it.

But Erdong understood what he was asking.

"I was just bored. I wanted to see where you were. I saw you talking to the patriarch."

By the way, I heard the conversation between Song Yue and the patriarch.