Song Kexin felt that the voice was somewhat familiar and turned around in surprise.
Song Shijun and Xie Ning also followed her and turned around to look. They saw a tall and thin woman squeezed out of the alley of the small commodity market selling daily necessities.
She was carrying several exquisite packaging bags in her hands. She had short hair and a few wisps of white frost on her temples.
Judging from the appearance, it can be described as haggard.
She was wearing a dress that had been washed and turned white, almost faded, but she still managed to maintain some dignity before the end of the world.
Both Xie Ning and Song Shijun felt that the woman in front of them was very strange, and they couldn't remember which one it was.
Song Kexin's expression changed drastically, she subconsciously clenched her fists and squeezed towards Xie Ning.
"Song Kexin, is it really you?" A young girl walked out from behind the short-haired woman, looking up and down at Song Kexin, Xie Ning and Song Shijun, her eyes twinkling slightly.
"I almost can't recognize it." The young girl was wearing a pure white sleeveless skirt that covered her hips, with a beautiful black ribbon hanging on her chest.
The slender neck is embellished with a black ribbon, giving it a somewhat slender look.
The girl smiled elegantly and calmly at the three siblings. Her exquisite makeup was the same as before the apocalypse.
Song Kexin remained silent, looking at the other party with alert eyes.
Xie Ning could feel her sister's hand grabbing her arm tightening slightly.
She quickly held her hand and gave her a little strength.
Song Shijun frowned and stepped forward to block the two sisters, "Who are you?"
"Song Shijun?" The short-haired woman called Song Shijun's name uncertainly, then grinned and said, "You are the son of the Youyi family, Song Shijun, right?"
Xie Ning looked at the short-haired woman, and a bad thought suddenly appeared in his heart.
Could this person be... my uncle's long-divorced ex-wife, Meng Lanfang?
She seems totally inconsistent with the vain woman in my impression.
However, when Meng Lanfang dragged her suitcase and decided to leave, Song Kexin was only five years old.
Xie Ning was in her early six years and had just finished the first grade of experimental primary school and was admitted under special circumstances.
So I remember Meng Lanfang’s divorce from her uncle very clearly.
In my memory, that woman was so glamorous.
Her hair was permed in soft and wavy hair, and her neck was covered with gold necklaces and gold bracelets. She looked like she was flying up to a branch to become a wealthy lady.
She was really completely different from the old woman with a sallow complexion and white temples in front of her.
When the three siblings grew up, they saw Meng Lanfang in family photos.
However, the photo was quickly put away by Mrs. Song, and they have not seen it since.
There is a huge difference between Meng Lanfang's appearance now and that photo.
Seeing Song Kexin's unusual reaction, Xie Ning couldn't help but guess her identity.
"Song Kexin, it's really you." Meng Lanfang walked forward with a smile, showing a familiar elder look to the three siblings, "Yao Yao told me it was you, I almost didn't believe it."
"Come on, let mommy take a look. How are you doing after the apocalypse? You have to suffer a lot with your useless father, right?"
"Aunt Meng, let's stop talking at the intersection. Why don't we invite Song Kexin and the others to our home to talk about old times?"
"Okay, okay." Meng Lanfang's eyes were full of smiles. She took a few steps forward and took Song Kexin's hand with a familiar look...
Song Kexin's whole body was stiff at this time, and she didn't dare to move at all.
Xie Ning pursed her lips and pulled her idiot sister back a step.
Song Shijun moved half a step in front of them, blocking the eager-looking Meng Lanfang, and said lightly, "Who are you? You just randomly identify your relatives when you come up. We don't seem to know each other."
A trace of anger flashed across Meng Lanfang's eyes, and she barely suppressed her emotions and said with a smile, "Shijun, I am your former aunt."
"Hey, you kid, I am your cousin Song Kexin's mommy, your biological mommy."
When Song Kexin heard the word "Mommy", her face instantly turned pale, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Xie Ning took a look at the state of the idiot sister
, a trace of anger rose in my heart for no reason.
"Stand up straight!" She raised her hand and patted her waist, "Why are you shaking? You're not an acquaintance, so why bother."
Song Kexin barely restrained her emotions, "Sister, sister, let's go back."
"Yeah." Xie Ning nodded, pulled her and turned around to leave.
Meng Lanfang became anxious as soon as she saw her. She took a few steps forward and said angrily, "Are you the eldest sister's girl? What's your name? Hey, where are you taking my daughter? We haven't finished talking yet."
The woman hurriedly caught up a few steps and reached out to drag Song Kexin's arm.
"Go away and don't touch me!" A look of disgust clearly flashed across Song Kexin's face, and she waved away the woman's paw with an angry backhand, and a trace of supernatural pressure erupted from her body.
A wall of fire more than one meter high suddenly shot up and ran horizontally in front of Meng Lanfang.
Meng Lanfang was burned by the hot flames, and she screamed in fright and took a few steps back.
"Fire superpower!" Exclamations came and went in the market.
"You!" Meng Lanfang looked over with a look of astonishment, her expression seamlessly transitioned into an unusual surprise, "But, Kexin, you, are you a superpower? Are you a fire superpower?"
The woman stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, her eyes bursting with intense surprise, "Kexin, what's wrong with you? It's Mommy, don't you recognize Mommy?"
"Tsk." Xie Ning sneered, "Shijun."
Song Shijun tilted his neck and walked forward with a cold look on his face, "Auntie, I told you not to mess around with relatives, don't you understand what people say?"
"If you don't understand, I'll let you understand!" Song Shijun raised his hand with a cold expression.
A very strong whirlwind passed through the wall of fire and rushed towards the short-haired woman.
In less than a second, the woman with a surprised look on her face was thrown away and flung to the corner of the East-West Alley like she was sweeping up trash.
"Wind system, wind system user!"
Crowds of people watching on both sides erupted into bursts of shouts.
Huang Shiyao's pupils shrank and she glanced at Song Shijun and Song Kexin across from her in surprise.
It turned out to be fire and wind, two attack-type superpowers?
Finally, Huang Shiyao's eyes fell on Xie Ning, full of exploratory meaning.
[Be alert, be alert! There is a system around the detection subject. 00009425 is conducting a comprehensive combat effectiveness scan and analysis on the subject. Ask the subject if it needs to be shielded? 】
Xie Ning raised her eyes, and her eyes, as cold as lightning, instantly locked onto Huang Shiyao opposite her.
"Block immediately, don't give me a countdown." Xie Ning used her mental power to give instructions.
[The shielding is completed and the subject is asked whether he or she needs to fight back.]
Xie Ning blinked, she didn't expect that the little spider could fight back against other smart brains?
Then we have to fight back, right?
Who allowed the other party to be so awesome that he scanned her casually?
"Counterattack now!"
In less than a minute, Huang Shiyao's face suddenly turned pale, her body swayed, and she staggered back a few steps.
"Miss." Two bodyguards rushed forward and supported her on the left and right, "What's going on?"
Huang Shiyao felt a severe pain in her head, and a harsh electronic sound came from the depths of her mind...
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