Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Fortunately, the other two have facial paralysis attributes, and they have a good and quick response ability no matter how surprised they are, so Song Ye did not show surprise.

"Hello, Miss, I'm Song Ling." Song Ye nodded and greeted him without looking directly at the other party.

"Yeah." Ye Lingyin's face was light, and there wasn't much change, she just stretched her neck and raised her hand to touch Song Ye's face.

The latter subconsciously tilted his head to dodge, and at the same time smelled a familiar smell coming from Ye Lingyin's body, his brows furrowed, and when he regained his senses, his neck was cold.

The girl's fair wrist was holding a Swiss Army knife, and the icy blade touched Song Ye's skin, cutting off the aorta if she was not careful.

With just this shot, Song Ye knew that the other party was a wind magician, and his shot speed was much faster than others, but it wasn't that he couldn't avoid it.

"Did no one teach you the rules when you entered the door? Who is your master here, and who gave you the courage to avoid me?" Ye Lingyin's repressed cold voice contained a hint of irritability, and her delicate face was wrinkled. Frowning ruins the beauty.

Song Ye had never seen such a hideous expression on his face. He felt awkward for a while, and then felt that something was wrong.

She moved her fingers slightly, just as she was about to fight back, she reached out a hand more quickly and pressed Ye Lingyin's wrist, the boy's indifferent voice sounded, "Miss, the master is still waiting."

The young man's slender fingers were strong and firm, like a soldering iron ironing his heart. A blush appeared on Ye Lingyin's cheeks, and his eyebrows softened instantly, "Well, listen to An Mo."

Immediately, Ye Lingyin took the saber away, tilted her head and looked at Song Ye with a cold face, thinking, "I'll go with you, I like Song Ling, and I want her to be my playmate."

I like Song Ling.

It's not surprising that this kind of innocent and romantic little girl's confession came from someone's mouth, but hearing it from a person who just held a knife to himself, it can't help but feel weird.

But her eyes are so pure, like how sincere this confession is.

An Mo pursed the corners of his mouth and didn't say much, but still led the way.

At the back, Ye Lingyin and Song Ye walked side by side, the former playing with the saber, the latter looking down in thought.

When they got to the front of the main hall, the maid led a few people in. The decoration style in the hall was also very bright, and even had a European style, and Ye Jingjing, who was wearing a dark purple fishtail skirt, was leaning on the sofa and drinking afternoon tea.

Seeing Song Ye entering the door, she raised her eyebrows and laughed lightly, "Hehe, here we come. Let me take a look at it by taking a few steps forward."

The woman's lazy voice carries a touch of majesty, like a Lafayette in the deep palace, where her words cannot be resisted.

Song Ye lowered his eyes and took a few steps forward, showing a pockmarked face and half red, which was very unsightly.

She felt the wind blowing through the air, and then it seemed that an invisible big hand raised her chin, forcing her to face the woman on the sofa, "Tsk tsk, a good blank, it's a pity that it's broken on one face. Looking at it this way, it's not that amazing."

After looking at it carefully for a while, Ye Jingjing withdrew his hand and said with some disgust. She also wanted to find the feeling of deja vu on the high platform today, but at this moment, she couldn't find any trace.

Feeling a little dull in my heart, Ye Meijing waved her hand and lost interest, "Just follow An Mo first, and then go out to perform tasks after a while, Shao family..."

Speaking of this, she paused, raised her eyebrows to look at the girl in front of her, and a sneer raised at the corners of her mouth, "If I find out that you have any relationship with the Shao family, I will let you taste the broken bones too. taste."

In that tone, there was an undisguised strong murderous aura.

"Yes, Patriarch." Song Ye replied, thinking that Ye Meijing should be a wind technique person, just like Ye Lingyin, but not quite like the Ye family.

Because according to rumors, most of the Ye family members have special abilities, such as the Five Elements, even if they have abilities, they are not high, so their status in the Ye family is not high.

While thinking like this, Ye Lingyin on the side opened her mouth, "Mother, I want to ask you for Song Ling to serve as a personal maid."

Facing Ye Meimei, as a daughter, Ye Lingyin still had the irritability before, she shrank her head and spoke softly, like a kitten.

"Handmaid?" Ye Meiming looked at her for the first time since she entered the door, but her brows were filled with displeasure, "It's enough to have An Mo to accompany you."

In other words, don't agree.

It seems that she didn't expect Ye Meimei to reject her, Ye Lingyin's delicate face showed a surprised look, and then the moment she met Ye Meimei's pupils, she seemed to have done something wrong and changed into a panic. expression.

I don't know what happened, but Ye Jingming said that he started to do it. With a wave of his arm, there was no wind in the air. Ye Lingyin seemed to be hit by some force, and the whole person slammed into the wall.

"Hmm..." Ye Lingyin fell to the floor, her body curled into a ball in pain.

Instead of feeling distressed, Ye Jingming became more and more severe, "Go back to the house and study hard, and if you don't manage your emotions well, don't go out."

A mother beating her daughter with such a heavy hand is not because her daughter is too demanding, but simply because she has not managed her emotions well.

Song Ye was slightly surprised. He looked up at An Mo who was beside him, and found that the latter had a calm and accustomed appearance. Obviously, Ye Jingming's completely different attitude towards Ye Lingyin's predecessors and later did not happen once or twice.

In this deep house compound, hidden is the cruelty and sadness under the surface of family affection.

That's right, seeing Ye Lingyin resisting the pain to stand up and back down, with her slender and thin figure in a state of embarrassment, Song Ye only felt sad.

She exited from the main hall and the door was closed. While measuring Ye Jingming's strength in her mind, she used her supernatural powers to detect the situation in the room.

Ye Meijing was questioning, and Song Ye could judge the content from the words between his lips.

"Has anyone been found?" Ye Meijing asked.

"Not yet." The boy replied with his head bowed.

Ye Meimei straightened her body angrily, and the flower tea in her hand splashed all over the boy's face, "Waste, it's been a few months, and I can't even find a girl, so I won't send more people to Qin's house, Song family?"

Qin family? Song family? Song Ye frowned slightly outside the door and focused on An Mo's mouth, trying to get the exact answer.

"The Song family and the Qin family are both in the capital. The people sent last time touched the military of country Z. It's hard to do it now."