Reborn Super Master

Looking at the wailing son and the two bodyguards lying on the ground, Song Yuanshan felt helpless for the first time. He gritted his teeth and said:

"First... sir! We admit our mistake, and we will ask someone to release the student and compensate him for his losses. Is this feasible?"

Zhao Xuan's eyes were on Song Yuanshan, and Song Shidao's face slowly swept across, and said lightly:

"This is still like a human saying. I will give you three days. If things cannot be done, I will visit your house again. Things will not be so simple by then."

Song Yuanshan nodded quickly.

Suddenly, the door creaked, Zhao Xuan looked up and appeared at the door like a illusion of moving figures. Song Yuanshan and others were stunned and changed color in horror. Only then did they realize that they had been involved in an enemy who should not have been involved in. This enemy was very terrible!

The door opened, Wen Ruxue and Song Bi stood together, Wen Ruxue's face was rosy, while Song Bi was pale, and she was holding a cell phone in her hand.

Zhao Xuan suddenly reached out and hid the phone in Song Bi's hand. With a light pinch, the phone in the snow-white gloves turned into debris.

Zhao Xuan looked at Song Bi indifferently, and without saying a word to her, he turned around and walked to the balcony:

"Song Shidao is now a useless person. I want to see who can cure my muscle-dividing and bone-miscible hand, hum!"

The door opened and the long wind blew into the room. Zhao Xuan jumped, like a vulture spreading its wings and was about to fly, disappearing into the vast sky. Song Yuanshan, Song Bi and others stared at the empty window in a daze, feeling shocked and disbelief, because everything in front of them was beyond their previous understanding.

Song Yuanshan was sweating heavily on his head. This experience from birth to death was so frightening. He was particularly glad that he had never left a living under his command until now, but his family was safe and sound. This has to be said to be a miracle.

Song Bi looked at the windowsill in a daze, her heart was in a mess. Her cold and ruthless eyes just now made her feel scared. She had never seen such a cold look in her life. As a reporter, her position is to interview all kinds of strange things, and the things in hell are undoubtedly the news that has been popular all over Puhai recently. Today she saw him, and also saw his terrifying skills and magical body movements like moving figures. Is this a kind of luck? But is her family now suffering from disasters?

Wen Ruxue also stared at the only man who was truly one with him, with a mixed feeling in his heart. He was so free and easy, just like a knight in the dark. He had promised to come and take him out of the Song family. He came, but he didn't take him away. What did he mean?

Thinking of her "dead flowers and willows" body that gave birth to a child, Wen Ruxue felt sad. The past cannot be changed. Will there be a glimmer of hope in the future tomorrow? Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, she will work tirelessly for it.

Looking at her nominal husband on the ground, Wen Ruxue didn't have much feelings. When it comes to feelings, it could only be hatred and resentment! But why did she still feel a little inexplicable gratitude in her heart? Why? Perhaps, if it weren't for Song Yuanshan, she wouldn't have met him.

Song Yuanshan struggled to get up, looking at Song Shidao, who was lying on the ground, covered in blood and paralyzed, shouting sadly:

"The Way of the World!"

What is the difference between his son at this moment and his appearance when he collapsed on the bed some time ago? Song Yuanshan trembled all over when he thought of what he said when he left just now.

...

As the lights came on, Zhao Xuan walked in the night roof, leaping and jumping, like a catkin that was swaying in the wind. However, his catkin was extremely fast and his body movement was extremely neat. He had basically figured out a body technique that saved energy and accelerated. Although he was much weaker than the legendary snow-streaming skills, he was already very weak, but flying eaves and walls were enough, and close combat was even more useful.

A moment later, he had already appeared on the balcony of his attic. He changed his clothes and changed into the clothes he had when he was in the detention center again. After a moment, he had appeared in a dark corner outside the detention center. Zhao Xuan was smart and watched from the wall. He specially found a corner where no one made a sound in the detention center. With a slight rotation, his whole body floated up like fallen leaves and came to the high wall of the detention center. He seemed to be gradually falling down without making any sound.

He is still the young, handsome, clean and refreshing student, although the people in the place where he is standing are all extremely vicious.

It was more than two hours after he left, and the sky was completely dark, and the lights in the detention center were bright, and some people were reluctant to shout:

"Have you found the person?"

Someone responded again:

"No, I don't know where the turtle grandson went."

Someone else shouted:

"Look for it quickly, it's impossible for him to go out... If we really can't find it, we will be in trouble!"

Someone sighed and said:

"If the bureau knows about this, we will…" There is no shortage of fear in our words.

Zhao Xuan walked out of the darkness and said lightly:

"What are you ghosts?"

Several lights hit Zhao Xuan's face, and several guards rushed out from different corners, one of them shouted:

"Zhao Xuan, do you want to run away?"

Zhao Xuan smiled coldly:

"Run? I don't have that idea. The first time I came here, I just wandered around."

One of them changed his expression and scolded Zhao Xuan:

"Store around? Are you a ill person? Didn't you tell you in advance that the meal time is only one hour?" This person reminded Zhao Xuan that the guard who was eating in the guard room.

Zhao Xuan looked at him and said lightly:

"To be honest, there are many people in the guard room where I live. More importantly, they all want to be unfavorable to me. Wouldn't I go to the house to live? I'll live outside here."

The guards looked at each other, had eyes and grimacing.

One of them scolded:

"Is this unreasonable? Your ideas cannot be realized, we have no precedent!"

Zhao Xuan frowned and said:

"Rules are for being broken. Don't you understand this principle?"

The guards shouted in unison:

"Stop moji, go back to the guard room!"

Zhao Xuan had no choice but to return to the guard room under their supervision. Before closing the door, Zhao Xuan said:

"I hope you can care more about the people under supervision. If possible, it is best to send someone to guard outside. If I shout for help, please be sure to appear as soon as possible."

The guard saw Zhao Xuan walk into the guard room and smiled coldly:

"Your advice is great! We will consider it, you can wait!"

Bang-

The iron gate was closed, and an evil smile came from outside the door. It seemed that this "wait" would have to wait for a long time, or there was no need to wait at all!

………

Song Family Villa.

The night was dark, but the lights were still not extinguished.

Song Yuanshan paced back and forth in his bedroom. In fact, he rarely lives in this room. Outside this house, there is a special bedroom next to the company's office. Because the company's affairs are busy, he spends most of his time in the company. He can often see his son and daughter in the company, and there is no problem.

Wen Ruxue was naturally not among his considerations. He was still interested when he brought her home, but later he was unable to touch her due to various troubles. Now, he has no feelings for women. In addition, his daughter protects her in many ways, and Song Yuanshan is too lazy to bother with her so much. He is old and does not want to have conflicts with his daughter or son.

He took out his cell phone and started making a phone call. After a moment, the phone answered.

"Huansheng, it's me, Yuantian."

A low voice came from the other side of the phone:

"It's midnight, is there anything?"

Song Yuanshan said slowly:

"That student named Zhao Xuan, please find a way to let him go."

He hesitated on the other end of the phone and pondered:

"Why?"

Song Yuanshan hurriedly said:

"My son is injured again, only he can help my son with illness!"

The person on the other end of the phone said in a deep voice:

"Shidao is injured? How did he get hurt? What happened?" Song Shidao is his nephew, his sister's son. His sister is dead. He has to care about this uneasy nephew.

Song Yuanshan talked about Hell coming to his house, and the other end of the phone gasped:

"How powerful is he?"

Song Yuanshan sighed long:

"Yes, very awesome."

The person on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and said:

"Okay, leave this matter to me."

Song Yuanshan worried:

"Nothing will happen, so Zhang Qi..."

The person on the other end of the phone said:

"It's nothing. At most, he's fined him some money and wouldn't go to jail. Even if he did perjury, it wouldn't have any bad effects."

Song Yuanshan nodded and said:

"That's good. You must give your instructions to give Zhao Xuan a better attitude and be more polite when you release him."

Song Shidao's uncle disagreed:

"Isn't that hell just let Zhao Xuan be released? Why are you so polite to him? Just let him go. Are we still afraid that the boy will not do it?"

Song Yuanshan said slowly:

"You don't know that he treated the disease in Shidao last time. Now Shidao has become that way again, so he still has to rely on him to help Shidao treat the disease."

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned and sighed:

"Look at what your family does every day! Alas—"

The phone hung up, and the sighs on the other end of the phone seemed to be echoing in my ears. Song Yuanshan put down the phone, walked slowly to the bed, and lay alone on the bed.

At this moment, there was a touch of shade in the room, and a touch of loneliness floating in the air, which never dispersed for a long time.

Is this a kind of sadness for a billion-dollar wealth, but it is so lonely and desolate? But who can tell this kind of sadness?

If Song Yuanshan thought, he could now surround the wine pool, meat forest, and sleep on the beautiful woman's chest... But why didn't he do it?

The smoke floated, and a little spark was shaking in the dark room. He had done many things, but why was it not as beautiful as he imagined? So what if there were fragrances surrounding him? So what if there were beauties who were helping him with massage at this moment? His heart was always lonely.

My son is older and my daughter is older. My son knows to have fun every day and has almost no time to talk to him. Although his daughter has a good relationship with him on the surface, she actually cannot hide her disgust for herself.

Why does she hate herself?

Is it because I abandoned her mother?

A face suddenly floated in the smoke. That woman used to share the hardships and sorrows with him. Now he has achieved success and fame. Where is she?

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