Ding Xiaoyi rolled up his sleeves while watching Song Xingxue, and couldn't help but admire this guy's courage.
I let him run away last time, but this time he actually appeared in front of me and Pangpang with such a big show, just after the old thief Zongjie tried to harm Datou.
It’s no exaggeration to say that a leopard is brave after eating a bear’s heart.
"Don't!!"
Seeing Ding Xiaoyi's unkind eyes, Song Xingxue took a step back and turned the fan to the other side.
[Don't do it, I'm scared]
He was so angry that he laughed when he saw the words on the fan. Why did he come here to seek death?
"Hey, we have something to discuss, so why bother using knives and guns? Besides, this is the City of Vain Death. Behind your butt is the Palace of Hell. Why don't we sit down and have a chat."
After Song Xingxue finished speaking, he said to Pangpang: "Master leader, you sit and look at the sky, holding the world in your hands. The prime minister can ride a boat in his belly, so you won't come to embarrass me."
"Hmph!"
Although Pangpang didn't give Song Xing a good look, his flattery was still very useful. He patted Ding Xiaoyi on the shoulder and whispered: "Let's talk to him and see what this kid wants to do."
After saying that, Pangpang said to the two of them: "In that case, let's have a good chat. I'll go to see the big head at your empress' place."
"Farewell to the leader!" Song Xingxue closed his fan, clasped his fists, and respectfully sent Pangpang away.
Seeing that Pangpang had left, Ding Xiaoyi asked with an unhappy face: "If you have something to say or something to say, get out of here."
Regarding Song Xingxue, not only because the two have different positions, but also because I have deep opinions on the Tong family.
From this point of view, the two have long been mortal enemies.
The reason why he didn't take action was because this was the City of Wasted Death. If he were in another place, let alone him, I was afraid that Pangpang would be the first one to deal with this kid.
Of course, I believe that Song Xingxue would not be so stupid as to die.
"There is a restaurant in front of you. The food is average, but the special daughter's red is delicious. I'll treat you to it and let's talk while drinking."
Song Xingxue was not annoyed at all by the hot face but the cold butt. Instead, he generously invited Ding Xiaoyi to drink.
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person. Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi didn't know what to say. He nodded expressionlessly and went to the so-called tavern with Song Xingxue.
Song Xingxue had someone open the private room early, and the two of them sat down.
Song Xingxue first served Ding Xiaoyijun a glass of wine, and then drank one himself.
The wine is cool and gentle, pouring into the lungs along the throat. The aroma of the wine is overflowing, and a warm flow of heat travels along the blood vessels throughout the body, as if every pore has been opened.
"Hey, it's a good wine. It's much better than the Du Gang and Mao Dai we have here, but the price is a bit expensive."
Ding Xiaoyi glanced at the [Disaster Avoidance Pointer Box] held in the palm of his hand and made sure that the wine was not poisonous before drinking it with confidence.
After drinking it, I didn't feel it tasted very good. Compared with Xie Qifanba's wine, it was much worse.
Watching Ding Xiaoyi finish his drink, Song Xingxue hurriedly continued.
"Actually, there is no deep hatred between us."
He said nothing with a cold face.
Seeing this, Song Xingxue continued: "You have enmity with the Tong family, and I am not close to the Tong family. Although I am the grandson of the Tong family, my surname is Song, not Tong."
In fact, when Mr. Tong was young, his vitality was injured in an accident and he was unable to have children for the rest of his life.
This matter has always been a top secret of Mr. Tong.
Even until he took over the power of the Tong family, he never revealed it, but later the Tong family elders urged him to have a child.
Mr. Tong was forced to do nothing, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he thought of borrowing seeds.
So the next year, Mrs. Tong's first wife became pregnant.
After a few decades, all the old guys in the Tong family have long since died.
But today, the descendants of the Tong family are still prosperous, but there are a few of them who are truly the blood of the Tong family.
"I knew when I was seven years old that I was not a child of the Tong family.
I even know clearly that my father's surname is Song and that my mother is not a girl from the Tong family, but a fertility machine robbed from other places by the Tong family.
To be honest, I have no feelings for the Tong family, even..."
Having said this, Song Xingxue paused and looked at the wine glass in his hand, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Even just hatred!"
Ding Xiaoyi sat aside and said nothing, just like a quiet listener.
I have no doubts about Song Xingxue's words, because since Ke Xing was executed and Tong Chengze was arrested, this matter about the Tong family is no longer a secret.
Song Xingxue was not dissatisfied with this. Instead, he treated Ding Xiaoyi as a listener and complained about all the things in his stomach.
After drinking seven or eight glasses of wine in a row, my face became a little flushed.
After saying all these words, Song Xingxue felt much more relaxed.
After all, these things are pressing in my heart and are not comfortable.
It would be better to find someone to say it openly and honestly.
The gossip was almost over, Song Xingxue gathered his emotions, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and whispered:
"Xiao Yi, in fact, we are not enemies. In theory, our relationship should be far greater than that between me and my master, or you and the ghost leader."
Ding Xiaoyi drank a glass of wine and couldn't help but look at Song Xingxue to make sure he wasn't drunk.
"You and I are both living people. You don't really think that you can be friends with these high-ranking gods, do you?"
These words made his heart tighten. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still knew a little about himself. The biggest reason why the old man and the others were able to be friends with him was because of Chaimu's new home.
If I don't have a new home with Chaimu, and I am worthless, what qualifications do I have to be on an equal footing with the bad old man and the others?
At this time, Song Xingxue hurriedly waved his hand to signal Ding Xiaoyi not to speak.
"Don't ask, don't tell. I have a special destiny. If I tell you, I'm not afraid that someone can figure it out. Just listen."
After Song Xingxue finished speaking, he glanced around.
"Actually, the Yin Cao is about to collapse. Once the Yin Cao collapses, none of them, including the Netherworld Cult Master, my master, and even the Blood River Ancestor, Meng Po, and others will be able to escape this disaster.
Haven't you noticed that they are actually preparing for their own funerals?
You only know that I am your competitor, but you don’t know that I am not the only competitor. Everyone is looking for their own successor, and you and I are ultimately part of their scheme."
Although Ding Xiaoyi had no expression on his face, he was surprised by these words in his heart.
He glanced at the [Disaster Avoidance Pointer Box] and what surprised him even more was that the silver needle inside was already pointing to the red area.
It shows that Songxing’s theory is not wrong.
"Don't think this is a good thing. Over the years in Tong's family, I understand a truth. There is no love without reason in the world, and there is no hatred without reason.
We don’t have to be chess pieces. Even if the road ahead is difficult, I will not back down. Even if I am shattered to pieces, I still have to give myself an explanation."
As he said that, he stood up and showed his paper fan, and saw the words "Shengtian Banzi" written on it.
Faced with Song Xingxue's rhetoric, Ding Xiaoyi finally spoke: "You came to me just to talk about this?"
"Of course not, let's make a deal with you."
He took out a letter and handed it to the table: "You can take a look. If you feel interested, you can contact me. Oh...this is my mobile phone number, which is the chat number with the ancestral grave."
Only then did he remember that he had forgotten to leave his contact information in the envelope, and hurriedly sent a business card.
Ding Xiaoyi took it over, glanced at the envelope and nodded: "I'll think about it before talking. If there's nothing else, let's leave it at that."
As he said this, he put the things in his arms, and without giving Song Xingxue a chance to continue talking nonsense, he stood up and walked out of the box.
After Ding Xiaoyi left, Song Xingxue had a smile on his face. He was sure that Ding Xiaoyi would definitely accept his deal.
When he thought of this, Song Xingxue was in a good mood. After some gossip and all the unhappiness in his heart, he was even more energetic now.
Not in a hurry to leave, just sitting at the table drinking wine and eating side dishes.
I thought to myself: "Yes, it's rare to have a meal, a transaction, and a mood trash can..."
He showed the fan in his hand and wrote: [Planning strategies]
After he was full and full, he stood up unsteadily and shouted: "Waiter, please add two more pots and take them away."
The waiter stepped forward with a smile on his face: "Okay, sir, a total of thirty thousand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on Song Xingxue's face froze and he looked at the waiter blankly: "How much??"
"Thirty thousand, plus the two bottles of wine you just packed.
The shopkeeper said that you are a regular customer, so he gave me a discount and all the change was wiped out."
"Why is it so expensive??" Song Xingxue's face darkened: "Your shopkeeper also knows that I am a regular customer, how dare you rip me off!"
When the waiter saw this, he said repeatedly: "It's not expensive. Your friend just packed up forty jars of good wine and three tables of banquets downstairs. He even left a note for you."
With that said, the waiter took out the note and showed it to Song Xingxue.
When Song Xingxue opened the note, he saw only six words on it: [Thank you for the hospitality, hehe...]
"This thief!!"
Songxing was so angry that he almost bit off his tongue, crumpled the piece of paper into a ball, and stood there for a while before regaining his breath.
Touching the purse around his waist, it contained pocket money that he had saved for a long time.
After thinking for a while, he put on a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked the waiter: "Um...can I do it on credit?"
