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Chapter Eleven. The Death of the Song Mansion

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    Song Yanming looked at Xiao Jing in astonishment, pointed at him with trembling fingers, and took two steps forward unsteadily: "Youhow could"

    Xiao actually withdrew his gaze from looking at Chuyao, looked sideways at Song Yanming, and said indifferently: "Master Song, this king gave you the antidote, but you gave it up yourself."

    "That glass of wine" Song Yanming was shocked. He was always suspicious. As soon as he drank the wine offered by Xiao Jing, he used his internal force to expel it. He didn't expect it to be the antidote.  Getting poisoned nowadays?

    Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Yufeng stood up and raised his sword, but unexpectedly he also spat out a mouthful of black, while Song Qinshi bled to death directly from his seven orifices, and then the Song family's servants and nurses fell down one after another.

    Song Yanming shot Chuyao with sharp eyes: "It's you!"

    Chuyao stared directly at Song Yanming with dark eyes, with a cold face: "It's me." In fact, this poisonous killing was simple and brutal, and Song Yanming would not have noticed it normally, but he was already dazzled by the desire for fame and fortune that was about to be obtained.  Only the mind is neglected to guard against it.

    "Aren't you afraid that something will happen to your mother?" Song Yanming looked at her with burning eyes.

    Chu Yao was slightly startled, and did not answer, but turned his face to Jiang Qianyang.  Apart from Xiao Jing's men and horses in this hall, only Jiang Qianyang was still standing intact.

    Song Yanming originally thought that he was just not deeply poisoned, but now that Chuyao's eyes turned to him, he understood, and his voice trembled: "Jiang Qianyang, I have treated you well, but you!"

    Jiang Qianyang walked up to Song Yanming slowly, and looked down at him: "You really treat me kindly, but you can't give me more than what I want, so I will take it myself, this principle is what you taught me since childhood.  "

    The farmer rescued the snake, but was bitten by the snake. It was Song Yanming. Hearing that he had a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat, he had doubts about Jiang Qianyang.  Jiang Qianyang will attack him at this time.  After thousands of calculations, he still missed Jiang Qianyang's vicious determination.

    Suddenly, Song Yufeng threw his long sword at Jiang Qianyang with one finger. Jiang Qianyang kicked the sword in his hand and slapped him away.

    "Song Yufeng, your cleverness was misunderstood by your cleverness. You ordered someone to poison me. You never expected that you would be the one who was poisoned in the end." Jiang Qianyang squinted at the dying person on the ground, slowly smiled, and slowly  Looking around for a week, turning his eyes back to Song Yanming, he stepped forward and approached, "I will grab what you want in the end, and you can rest in peace."

    As he spoke, he wanted to slap Song Yanming's Tianling Gai with his palm. Chuyao was born at this time and said, "Wait a minute."

    Jiang Qianyang turned to look at her suspiciously, and saw that she drew a knife from a guard, walked straight towards Song Yanming, lifted the knife with all her strength, and stabbed him in the heart.

    The blood slowly condensed into a stream from the blade, ticking and falling to the ground, Chuyao pursed her lips, and then pulled out the blade forcefully, the blood stained her white dance clothes, and bloomed bright red flowers.

    Xiao Jing's eyes darkened, looking at Chuyao with more interest.

    Song Yanming's tiger eyes widened, he looked at Chuyao in disbelief, and fell backwards straight.

    Chuyao threw down the knife, walked straight towards Xiao Jing, and said indifferently: "My lord, you have broken your promise."

    "As long as the result is the same, there is nothing wrong with it." Xiao Jing lowered his head slightly, looking at the beautiful face in front of him, showing no sign of guilt.

    "Since the prince has already cooperated with him, there is nothing to do with Chuyao. Chuyao bid farewell."

    Chuyao walked around him calmly and wanted to leave, Jiang Qianyang stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "I still need to give everyone an explanation tomorrow."

    His meaning couldn't be clearer. After all, Jiang Qianyang's surname is Jiang. So many people in the Song family died tonight. It will be hard to convince people to explain it at the martial arts conference tomorrow.

    "You can find Song Zijue." Chu Yao said coolly, pulling away her arms.  Song Zijue didn't show up at the banquet, which meant he wasn't dead yet.

    "She won't survive tonight." Jiang Qianyang said unusually calmly, as if it wasn't his wife or his unborn child who was going to die.

    Chuyao turned around, raised her eyes to look at him, and evoked a mocking smile: "Maybe I really never recognized you."

    After finishing speaking, he walked to the glazed candlestick and poured the oil lamp on the wooden table and chairs. The fire suddenly burst into flames, slowly spread to the tulle curtains, and gradually the fire became bigger.

    "You probably don't want this Song Mansion to exist anymore, do you?" Chu Yao lightly snorted, and looked at him with raised eyebrows in the firelight.  Jiang Qianyang has already decided that this is the case, so the Song Mansion has no meaning for him. Since this is the case, he just followed her and burned it up.

    Xiao Jing's obsidian-like pupils reflected heavy flames, glanced at Li Ying beside the flames, turned around and walked out of the Song Mansion calmly.

    ?After hearing a stick of incense, the entire Song Mansion was lit with sparks.

    Chuyao walked out from the gate of the mansion, the sky was full of flames behind him, Xiao Jing was still standing outside, she ignored him, walked around him, and walked straight to the dark and long street.

    Song Zijue was awakened by the smoke in the firelight, pushed open the door and rushed out.

    There were flames everywhere, and she tripped over the overturned table and chairs in a panic. At this moment, a tall figure blocked the light in her path. Song Zijue raised his eyes and saw that it was Jiang Qianyang, and said happily: "Qianyang,  Help me up quickly."

    Jiang Qianyang remained motionless, looking at Song Zijue indifferently.  Song Zijue sensed something was wrong, got up by himself, and asked, "What's going on, why is there a fire in the house, where's dad?"

    "he died."

    "What?" Song Zijue took a step back and looked at him in surprise: "Impossible!"

    "Dead or not, you will find out when you go down and find him." Jiang Qianyang approached her, the dagger in his hand shining brightly in the firelight.

    "No," Song Zijue took a few steps back, with a look of disbelief on his face: "You can't kill me, I still have your child in my belly."

    Jiang Qianyang smiled mockingly, the fire flickered on his face, the original elegance was completely suppressed, leaving only the coldness and ruthlessness: "I married you just to plunder the power of the Song family, you think Song Yanming is dead now  Now, is there any use for you? Children? Any woman will give birth, do you think this will save your life?"

    "No, Qianyang, you can't treat me like this" Song Zijue stumbled back, fell backwards, shrank his feet, and muttered.

    Jiang Qianyang approached step by step, raised the dagger in his hand, and stabbed Song Zijue in the stomach in her panic.

    Blood gushed out suddenly, soaking his clothes.  Song Zijue's almond-shaped eyes widened, and his eyes moved down. Jiang Qianyang's blue clothes were covered with his child's blood.

    "You, how could you" Song Zijue still couldn't believe that the person next to him had so resolutely taken the life of their child.  She couldn't believe it, the man who was still talking softly to her last night turned into Shura today, taking all her relatives and even her life.

    So ruthless, so vicious.

    "Did you ever love me?" The lips quivered palely.

    "Why did you really want to be my wife, but it was just a playful moment, wanting to snatch toys from Chuyao." Jiang Qianyang got up without a trace of nostalgia.

    "No, after the age of fifteen, what I think about every day is to be your wife." Song Zijue covered his bleeding abdomen, panting weakly: "I'm jealous of Chuyao, I'm jealous that she always makes you look good so easily  Laughingmylove,,,,,,"

    In the end, she couldn't fight the god of death, she closed her eyes, and tears slowly rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

    Jiang Qianyang just paused, without turning his head, and stepped out of the door, the eaves behind him collapsed, and the sky was filled with red light.

    Standing on the Chunyi Building, Chuyao admired the flames turning the Song Mansion into ashes, her face was not happy, and she was extremely calm. She had been looking forward to and thinking about it for so many years, but this day finally came true, but she didn't feel it in her heart.

    The plaque of the Song Mansion fell precariously to the ground, and the red characters on the black background were buried in the sea of ??flames.

    That night, Fengzhou No. 1 Mansion was completely burned in a huge fire.

    At the same time, the doorman of Qingfengmen and the owner of the door, Bian Qing, who lived in an inn, both died unexpectedly.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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