Chapter 252

Song Yunwu took out his mobile phone and was about to contact the Krishna avatar left here by the snow emperor, but the mobile phone suddenly rang.

"Who's calling?" Simon said strangely.

"I don't know," Song Yunwu also expressed doubts, "a strange number."

"Then let's see. Maybe it's the one who recommends stocks. If you turn on the hands-free, let me tease him." Simon said with a bad smile.

This kind of harassing phone call is the most annoying. She likes to pretend to take the bait first, and then ridicule each other, so that these guys are angry because they waste time and have no performance. Harassing calls should pay a price.

Song Yunwu directly opened the handsfree and picked it up. As a result, a man's voice sounded: "is it Xiaoyun dance?"

"Shit!" Simon Qing's face turned green at that time.

"Xiaoyun dance!? who's this man? Why do you call him so intimate?" Ximen said angrily, "are you going to green me?"

"What's wrong with you? I don't know who this person is," Song Yunwu sighed and said to his mobile phone, "who are you?"

"It's me? Your second uncle, is that the leader of Qingyi sect? She's next to you."

"Second uncle!?" Song Yunwu said in surprise, "are you back?" it was song Shaoqing. No wonder she could get her mobile phone number.

"Isn't that right," Ximen Qing found the doubt, "you think I haven't seen song Shaoqing. His voice is clearly not like this."

Just listen to the head of the phone: "Hey, I pretended to be Tokugawa Chi at that time, and my voice naturally changed. Now I'm back from the end of my task, and I've relieved my face changing technique, and my voice naturally becomes the original voice."

"Yes." Simon suddenly realized. Their trip to the east of the island revealed many secrets of the sun Dongzhao palace. Song Shaoqing no longer needed to stay there as an undercover.

And three years later, it's five or three years. It's time for him to come back, otherwise it's too inhuman.

"Second uncle, how did you think of calling me?"

"I haven't seen you for many years. I miss you. Don't you miss your second uncle?"

"Yes." Song Yunwu couldn't help smiling. When she was a child, her peers laughed at her poor Taoism, and only her second uncle would comfort her. The second uncle's room is her safe haven.

When song Shaoqing "died" 15 years ago, she was sad for more than half a year, and until last year, she would cry in front of song Shaoqing's grave every Qingming Festival. Now that he is not dead, song Yunwu is naturally very happy.

"Second uncle, are you coming to xiakong?"

"Yes," Song Shaoqing said with a smile, "come and see you and do something by the way."

"When will you come? I'll pick you up."

"No need to pick up the plane. I'm coming to you. Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

"Really?" Song Yunwu immediately ran out of the door without changing his shoes.

Out of the door, he ran down the ramp for a while. Sure enough, he saw song Shaoqing dragging a suitcase up.

I have to say that song Shaoqing, who has recovered her original appearance, is really very handsome. She is three-thirds similar to song Yunwu. It can be seen that she is close by blood.

He was wearing a straight suit, his hair was slightly long, and his bangs just reached the top of his eyebrows. With a height of more than one meter eight plus the proportion of nine heads and bodies, the big long legs hardly recognize each other when walking.

"Yo," Song Shaoqing said angrily, "Xiaoyun dance, you've grown up."

"HMM." after really meeting, song Yunwu found that she couldn't speak. Only tears swirled in her eyes.

Seeing this, song Shaoqing was going to hug his niece for a touching reunion. However, he saw Ximen Qing following song Yunwu.

She was holding a golden wind sword in her hand, with a threatening expression on her face. She opened her mouth but made no sound. Song Shaoqing probably read her meaning from the movement of her lips: if you dare to hold it up, my mother will pierce your hemorrhoids.

Song Shaoqing suddenly felt that the chrysanthemum was tight and rationally gave up the hug. He just touched song Yunwu's head: "what a big man, how can he still cry so much."

"I'm happy," Song Yunwu said with tears and a smile.

"Shit!" Ximen looked at Song Shaoqing with envy. "I also want to touch the head of the charterer. Damn, I have to find a way to cut off this guy's hand."

Seeing XiMenqing staring at him unkindly, song Shaoqing quickly withdrew his hand. He has the illusion that if he slows down, his hand will disappear.

Song Yunwu welcomes song Shaoqing into the room, and then happily enters the kitchen to prepare some specialty dishes to entertain him.

Ximen Qing certainly won't stop, but is still looking forward to it.

They sat on both sides of the table, face to face.

"Why are you here?" Simon asked.

"Look at your niece," Song Shaoqing said.

Hearing the speech, Simon disdained and said, "you can pull it. Will you be my three-year-old? To tell the truth, otherwise I'll let ajani bless you."

"Hiss - this, this is inhumane." Song Shaoqing was helpless. Such a big man was really unreasonable.

"Speak quickly," Simon's eyes lit up. "I seem to smell gossip."

Song Shaoqing hesitated for a while and finally sighed: "OK, I admit that I have another thing to do this time... I'm looking for someone."

"Looking for someone? Who?"

"Just, just that... Huang Xiaoyu."

"Who?" Simon Qing asked again.

Song Shaoqing felt ashamed and flustered: "just, just my first love."

"Oh..." Ximen Qing put on a look of finally understanding, "You've been undercover for 15 years. When you came back, you thought of looking for your first love for the first time? Should I say you're pure? But it's been 15 years, and everyone thinks you're dead. There's little chance that she hasn't married yet? What's more, it seems that you two weren't a couple at the beginning. She even had a boyfriend."

Song Shaoqing was embarrassed. This feeling of talking about his first love with others really made him want to find a crack to get in: "I didn't want to do anything, so I planned to take a look at her from a distance and know she was doing well, but after I returned to the capital, I asked someone and found that she had run away from home for many years."

"What? Run away from home?" Simon said strangely. "What happened? Can you tell me?"

Song Shaoqing was embarrassed and said, "I'm actually to blame for this. I made her unable to stay in the capital."

"What? What have you done?"

"It's not a loss of conscience," Song Shaoqing explained. "Fifteen years ago, I was called by my family to explain the task of pretending to be undercover. This is for the sake of national affairs. Naturally, I won't refuse or can't refuse. When I came back, I thought I might never see her again in my life. If I didn't convey my heart to her in the end, I would be unwilling."