The end of the world begins with escape

Song Kuang stood obediently at the iron gate and rubbed his hands, "Kexin, is Sister Youai at home?"

Song Kuang's wife kicked her husband hard because she disliked him for not being able to speak.

"Kexin, we are here to see Uncle and Aunt Song. By the way, we would like to say thank you to Sister Youai."

"Mom, the braised pork smells good." The fat and tall boy following the couple took a few breaths of the fragrant air, and his eyes suddenly lit up with joy.

Seeing this, Song Kexin quickly stood at the door to prevent them from entering, "What are you doing? What are you saying thank you for? My grandma is not at home."

"Hey, you are such a kid." Song Kuang's wife had a look of displeasure on her face, "I'm not here to see you. Get out of the way."

"Mom, I want to eat meat." Song Jiabao smelled the aroma of meat in the air and shouted "braised pork" in a loud voice, and his mouth watered.

Song Kuang's daughter-in-law herself was so greedy that her family hadn't eaten meat for a long time. Not to mention the child who couldn't stand it, she couldn't control the smell.

However, Song Kexin just blocked the door and refused to let in. Song Kuang's wife couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Kexin, you kid, your dad never taught you to be polite to your elders? Get out of the way." She reached out to push Song Kexin and was startled by a cluster of flames that floated in front of her eyes.

If she hadn't withdrawn her hand quickly, the flames would have burned her fingers.

"Are you a superpower?" Song Jiabao opened his eyes wide with an expression of disbelief.

A girl is actually a superpower? He is not a superpower yet.

Song Kexin glanced at the tall, fat boy and waved her hand impatiently, "Get out quickly, you are not welcome in our home."

"Song Kexin, how dare you speak to my mother like this now that you've got the guts?" The big boy stared hard and tried to force his way through Song Kuang's wife and squeeze in through the door.

"You old Song family loser, what qualifications do you have to be awesome in front of us?"

Song Kexin said angrily, "Who are you talking about paying for?"

"Speaking of you!" Song Jiabao shouted loudly, "My mother said that women like you who are married outside are all losers."

How can a loser live in such a nice house and eat braised pork every meal?

This is what the old Song family male should be treated like!

How can girls like them, who have lost money and married outside the country, enjoy the generous conditions of the Old Song family?

Song Jiabao gritted his teeth and secretly resented the shabby tent where he lived, which was suffocatingly hot, bustling with people, and would often be visited by thieves when he slept until midnight.

Shouldn't he, the son of the Song family, inherit the big villa?

His outlook was shocked and his face was filled with displeasure.

Song Kexin gritted her teeth in anger and suddenly threw a small ball of fire at Song Jiabao's face, "Get out!"

"Ah!" Song Kuang's wife screamed and hurriedly pulled her son back.

Song Kexin was just trying to scare the mother and son, so the fireball couldn't really fall on someone else's face.

Before the Song family treasure could be touched, it disappeared without a trace.

She calmed down and remembered the rule that no private fights were allowed in the base.

Although her family has a close relationship with Brother Gu Chen and his party, Song Kexin doesn't want to make things difficult for military personnel.

If you really use supernatural fire to burn the opponent, it will only put Brother Gu Chen and the others in a dilemma.

Song Youai ran downstairs at this time.

Grandma Song came out of the kitchen holding a shovel and wiped water on her apron, "Who is making trouble outside?"

"Mom, it's okay. Please help me go out and take a look."

Xie Ning sniffed her little nose and said softly, "Grandma, you are cooking braised pork."

"Yes." Old Mrs. Song looked at her granddaughter with joy, "The braised pork should be cooked early and simmered slowly to make it softer. My Ning Ning likes it best."

"Yeah." Xie Ning nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Song Shijun poked his head out of the tea room next door, "Do you want my help?"

"No need." Song Youai smiled at his nephew.

"Then I will continue to learn shooting from Brother Zongxuan."

"Yeah, let's go." Song Youai looked at his nephew with a look of relief, retracting his head and closing the door.

Several boys started to transform the tea room into a training room, and they wanted to spend 24 hours a day in it to practice various physical skills.

Song Youai and Xie Ning didn't bother them. They opened the door of the villa on their own, locked it and walked into the courtyard.

Mother and daughter both know very well that those who come are not kind and those who are kind will not come.

Song Kuang's family probably came to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing!

Xie Ning followed her mother as she walked over, and at a glance she saw Song Kuang's family being blocked by Song Kexin.

Song Xue squatted aside without any presence, like a frightened little mouse, curled up and not daring to raise its head.

Song Zhaodi stood uneasily behind a family of three, rubbing her hands and looking at Xie Ning and the other two with guilt in her eyes.

Song Kuang's daughter-in-law, who was forced to retreat outside, was cursing angrily with her hands on her hips. When she saw Song Youai, she immediately shouted aggrievedly, "Sister Youai, sister, eldest sister! Look at how your niece treats her elders. ! This is too much."

"I remember the first rule when entering the base is that you are not allowed to use your powers in private fights in the base. Your niece is very capable. She kisses us and sets fire to her. If you really burn my family's treasures, you will have to pay for it. Are you up?"

Song Kexin puffed up her cheeks and said angrily, "If it weren't for your fat son who had to squeeze into my house, how could I have fought with him? Look at how anxious you are, I thought some family came to rob us!"

"You!" Song Kuang's daughter-in-law turned red with a thin black monkey face. She spoke only one syllable with a sharp throat and was so angry that she couldn't speak.

Song Youai quickly appeared as a peacemaker and smoothed things over with a smile, "Okay, okay, okay, Xinxin, you can't talk to your aunt like this."

She smiled and looked at Song Kuang's wife, "Guilan, I came to the door unexpectedly. What's the matter with you?"

Song Kuang's wife had a gloomy face, her facial muscles twitched slightly, and she smiled stiffly, "You are such a big sister. Our couple learned that you took the trouble to send the child Zhaodi back to the base, so we came here to express our gratitude."

Song Kexin stood by the door with a disdainful expression, "I've never seen anyone come to the door empty-handed to thank me."

Who doesn’t know how to talk cheaply? To express gratitude, you need to take some practical actions.

Song Kuang's dark face turned slightly red, he rubbed his hands and looked at Song Youai nervously, "Sister, I'm sorry to bother you."

Song Youai looked kind and gentle, "Song Kuang, although we may fly away when disaster strikes, Zhaodi is your biological daughter. Is it appropriate to just throw the child into the pile of zombies?"

"No, it's inappropriate." Song Kuang rubbed his hands in shame, "If it weren't for the eldest sister's generous help, we would have lost this child Zhaodi. Zhaodi, Zhaodi, come here, kowtow to your aunt quickly, and thank you for saving me. kindness."

"No, no, no." Song Youai lost his patience when he saw the couple's tone, "Don't do this to me."

No matter how old I am, I still kowtow easily without getting too scared.