After being tortured and reborn, the real daughter killed Song Nanxi Fu Jingyao crazy

Song Nanxi! ! !

How can this be?

Isn't she dead?How could it be possible to come back?

Song Qingwei heard the sound and looked towards the door suddenly, and saw the familiar figure of Song Nanxi standing at the door, looking at her with a smile.

Meeting Song Nanxi's eyes, Song Qingwei couldn't help but shiver all over.

Those people have all received special training from Fourth Brother. As long as the tasks are assigned, they will definitely be completed, unless there is an accident in the middle?Or dead?

She also contacted those people a few days ago, and that person clearly sent him a message saying that the mission was completed, but how could Song Nanxi appear here now?

If Song Nanxi appeared here, where would those people go?

Song Qingwei stared at Song Nanxi in disbelief with his eyes widened, even smiling at her.

The more Song Qingwei looked at that smile, the weirder it became, and she suddenly screamed and hugged Song Huaizhuo tightly.

"Ah... Fourth brother, help me." Song Qingwei grabbed Song Huaizhuo's clothes with a look of horror on his face, his whole body trembling violently because of fear.

Song Huaizhuo didn't know what happened to Song Qingwei, so he hurriedly asked with concern: "Qingwei, don't be afraid, fourth brother is here, no one dares to hurt you."

He thought Song Qingwei was frightened by what just happened, his face turned cold, and his sharp eyes shot straight in the direction of Xiao Ye and Fu Jingyao.

Xiao Ye had just been kicked by him for a long time before he recovered, and now he looked embarrassed.

When Fu Jingyao saw that Song Nanxi was back, he hurriedly stepped forward and showed concern. Song Nanxi also gave him a look of nothing.

Seeing that she was fine, he was finally relieved.

However, he still noticed that his little girl's face was a little pale, and her lips were not as bright and shiny as before. He suddenly frowned and his face turned cold.

If you dare to hurt her, the Song family is seeking death!

At this time, Song Huaiyuan and Song Huainan also looked at Song Nanxi. After seeing her, Song Huaiyuan immediately scolded: "You still know how to come back? Where have you been fooling around these days? Have you disturbed the Song family? Do you take anyone in your eyes? Do you take me, your elder brother, in your eyes?"

Song Huaiyuan scolded Song Nanxi without even a word of concern.

Of course, Song Nanxi was not interested at all. She glanced coldly at Song Huaiyuan and Song Huainan, and finally focused on Song Qingwei.

He sneered and said: "I have indeed been busy outside these days, but as for what I am busy with, you will know soon."

She said this to Song Qingwei, who was so frightened that he did not dare to look at Song Nanxi's eyes.

She still can't figure out why Song Nanxi is fine and still standing in front of her.

Could it be that those people lied to themselves?

This was even more impossible. Those people were personally trained by Fourth Brother. Needless to say, they were loyal to him. It was absolutely impossible for them to lie to her.

As Song Huaiyuan spoke, Song Huaizhuo also set his sights on Song Nanxi.

With a cold face and sharp eyes, he looked at Song Nanxi and asked indifferently: "Are you the wild girl who was brought back from the countryside, the one who bullied Qingwei at home all day long?"

Song Huaizhuo had long heard Song Qingwei talk about the situation at home, so he didn't have a good impression of Song Nanxi at all.

In addition, he came back this time to support Song Qingwei, which made him even more unkind to Song Nanxi.

Song Nanxi snorted coldly: "Just her? She's not worthy of my effort."

"You..." Song Huaizhuo didn't expect Song Nanxi to be so arrogant?

Before she could speak, she saw Song Nanxi suddenly reaching out and pulling Song Qingwei out of his arms.

"What? See me so scared?" Song Nanxi had a sneer on his face.

She approached Song Qingwei, suddenly raised her hand and gently pinched her neck, and whispered word by word: "When you asked those people to kill me, did you think of the consequences?"

"I..." Song Qingwei suddenly felt a suffocating feeling coming over her, and she could clearly see the killing intent in Song Nanxi's eyes.

The feeling of being on the verge of death enveloped her whole body in an instant, and her face suddenly turned blue because of suffocation.

"Nanxi, let go of Qingwei, what are you doing?" Song Huaicong looked at Song Nanxi as if he was about to strangle Song Qingwei to death, and hurriedly spoke out, wanting to step forward to stop him but was afraid of angering Song Nanxi.

Several other Song brothers looked at Song Nanxi in disbelief, wondering why she became like this when she came back?

"Nanxi, calm down. If you kill Qingwei, you will also go to jail." Song Huaiyu said worriedly at this time.

He could feel that Song Nanxi was serious and she really wanted Song Qingwei to die.

What exactly happened here?

How could Nanxi become like this?

When Song Huaizhuo saw that Song Nanxi dared to attack Song Qingwei, he felt anxious and had no sense of propriety in attacking Song Nanxi.

He reached out and quickly grabbed Song Nanxi's arm. The force in his hand was so heavy that it seemed like he could crush Song Nanxi's bones.

Song Huaizhuo's skills are basically few in the army that can defeat him. In the past, Song Nanxi might not be able to lose to him, but now her wounds have not healed, and her body is very weak now, she is not Song Huaizhuo at all. opponent.

Seeing this, Fu Jingyao wanted to step forward to help, but he was no match for Song Huaizhuo. Within a few moves, his lips gradually turned blue.

He already has a heart disease, and he doesn't even dare to do any strenuous exercise, let alone doing anything with others.

In order to protect Song Nanxi, he spent a lot of effort and finally rescued Song Nanxi from Song Huaizhuo.

And he himself was not much better. At this time, his body could not help but tremble slightly, his lips were blue, he was clenching his teeth tightly, and his face was even pale.

He protected Song Nanxi in his arms and did not let her get hurt again.

"Breathe calmly." Song Nanxi knew he had a heart disease, frowned and reminded him, raising her hand to check his pulse.

Fortunately, the medicinal fragrance in the prayer beads he carried was able to stabilize his heart and prevent him from having a congenital heart attack.

It was also at this moment that the two of them looked at each other. Fu Jingyao saw the worry flashing in her eyes, and he couldn't help but raise an imperceptible smile at the corners of his lips.

It seemed that he had to work harder. The little girl didn't have any feelings for him.

When Song Nanxi was pulling with Song Huaizhuo, she also pulled the wound on her leg. Red blood seeped out from the wound and dyed Fu Jingyao's hand holding her red.

Feeling the sticky blood on his hands, Fu Jingyao's heart trembled hard again. He looked down at the girl in his arms, and even his voice was filled with fear: "Where are you injured?"