Great Creator

In order to listen to people talking about ancient times, Huang Si went out early in the morning.

He went around the city first, bought some snacks to carry, and then wandered the street while eating skewers.

After walking around in the city, he realized that he seemed to get up too early, and apart from the shops selling goods, there was no entertainment place to open the door.

Finally, he came to the teahouse again.

The dude greeted him enthusiastically, and Huang Si asked them when someone would tell the story.

After learning that it started after 9 o'clock in the morning, Huang Si found a good seat in the lobby of the tea house and sat down.

It was eight o'clock at this time, and some people had already arrived in the hall, most of them in luxurious clothes, probably rich and idlers.

Huang Si sat there, thinking about what happened yesterday.

Lu Cheng has been adding chaos to the team chasing Song Hong, and they have never found Song Hong. It's just that, Lu Cheng is basically exposed. After returning, he is afraid that he will not be severely punished by King Chang. Losing the official is a trivial matter, but you can't let King Chang chop his head.

Huang Si sighed. Lin Zhuo and Sang Xiu are still children. If they recover their memories and know that their unscrupulous descendants are causing trouble to their masters, they don't know what they will be angry with.

As for Guan Ming’s past visits yesterday, he only heard a few words from them. It seems that important things have been discussed. He was just saying "Catch Song Hong alive as soon as possible", "Be sure to ask clearly," "It's a matter of great importance" and so on. of.

There were also many dependents in Changcheng, the capital of Changguo, but unfortunately none of the people brought by King Chang this time.

At present, I don't know the purpose of King Chang's arrest of Song Hong, and I don't know why the king of a country must come over specially.

The people around were chatting. Huang Si listened to it by the way. It was all kinds of gossip in the city. Hearing the nonsense of the human race felt quite interesting.

At nine o'clock, Mr. Gu finally arrived.

This gentleman is wearing a two-stringed piano, wearing a little gown, and a three-handed moustache. It really smells like that. He was sitting in the middle of the hall, playing the piano while telling a story, his voice dulled.

The people talking in the hall were quiet, listening to him talk about ancient times.

The husband is talking about the old things about Long Country.

The faintness of the officials of the Long Kingdom and the king, the bravery and tragedy of the military commanders and the righteous men were described in his mouth vividly.

Speaking of excitement, the gentleman drew the Erxian Qin into a torrential rain, with the rapid music, listening to the death of the former famous general, many people shed moved tears.

Huang Si also thought it was good. He was very entertaining. Although he knew all about history, he felt different if he let the husband's soundtrack speak out.

Eating the skewers, listening to the ancients, and the sighs of the people around him, could not help but comment with emotion. Huang Si felt that the entertainment of the ancient society seemed to be good, and he could come and listen frequently in the future.

…

Song Hong had been in the hospital all night.

In the middle of the night, the old doctor couldn't hold it back, and had gone to rest on his own. Before leaving, he gave Song Hong some medicine and asked him to give it to Xiao Qiu.

Xiao Qiu is now in a coma again, Song Hong still hasn't figured out what's going on with her, but Xiao Qiu has been breathing incessantly, as if breathless, even his body is bleeding outwards. The hair fell down a lot.

Song Hong boiled the soup medicine, opened Xiao Qiu's mouth, and slowly poured it into her, but Xiao Qiu seemed unable to swallow at all, and the soup was spilled.

Song Hong helpless, he hesitated, drank the decoction by himself, and then poured it into Xiao Qiu's mouth.

Xiao Qiu was reluctantly given some medicine, but the situation never got better.

He waited until the old doctor woke up, and hurriedly asked him to come and have a look.

The old doctor checked Xiao Qiu's condition again and shook her head and said that her condition was getting worse, but he still didn't know what it was.

The two stayed until the afternoon, and Xiao Qiu's situation became more and more serious. She was lying on the bed, panting heavily, but it seemed that she was only breathing out instead of inhaling air.

The old doctor pinched her pulse tremblingly, then sat down sullenly and said: "Mr. Song, the old man is real, and she can't save the young lady..."

Looking at Xiao Qiu's painful appearance, Song Hong couldn't help clenching his fists tightly, pinching his hands for bleeding.

"No, she can't die... I don't want her to die..."

Song Hong muttered to himself.

He walked to the bed and picked up Xiao Qiu, Xiao Qiu's hands and feet swayed around his arms, and the crimson blood in his mouth flowed out again and stuck to him. .

"Mr. Song, where are you going?"

"Someone...someone can save her, that person...not an ordinary person, he can definitely!"

Song Hong muttered to himself, and rushed out of the hospital holding Xiaoqiu.

The sky outside the house was bright, and the afternoon after the heavy snowfall, the snow on the road was swept away. Yesterday’s heavy snow stopped, the wind stopped, and the snow melted somewhat, which made the weather even colder.

Song Hong hugged Xiao Qiu carefully in his arms, lifted his light work, and walked quickly in a way that would not bump her as much as possible. He first came to the Zhengqi Building and asked Huang Si where he lived.

Then, he immediately came to the courtyard where Huang Si lived.

He knocked on the door and someone opened the door. He asked and learned that Huang Si was not here, and then asked where he had gone.

"Listen to ancient times...? Where will it go?"

Song Hong walked on the street blankly.

Speaking of ancient times, where is the ancient meeting?

Is it on the fireworks street?

He came to Fireworks Street, looked for a circle, and was not there.

Or at the wine shop on the side of the road?

But no.

Although the dark clouds are still hanging over the head, the snow has made the whole city brighter and brighter, even white.

Song Hong was anxious, where did Huang Si go? He must find this person, he must find this person!

This person knows Zhou Xia and knows what happened hundreds of years ago. He has a youthful appearance, but his martial arts shocks the world and seems to be much taller than Xia...

He is not human.

He must be a **** or a devil!

He must have the ability to surpass mortals, and he can save Xiao Qiu!

As if he had found the last straw, Song Hong strengthened his conviction and ran desperately in the city holding Xiaoqiu.

Suddenly, he remembered, yes, yesterday, he saw Huang Si eating and drinking tea in the teahouse, maybe he was still there.

Turning around, Song Hong returned to the previous teahouse again.

He went straight to the lobby on the first floor, his eyes swept, and Huang Si was not here.

Song Hong ignored the people in the hall looking at him, and the astonished eyes of Xiao Qiu who was covered in blood in his arms, and quickly walked out.

Just as he was about to leave the teahouse, a familiar voice sounded behind him:

"Song Hong, stop."

Song Hong quickly turned around and looked at the people walking by behind him in surprise.

That familiar face is Huang Si! It's him!

He finally found this person!

Song Hong was almost moved to tears. He knelt directly in the snow, hugged Xiao Qiu, and pleaded earnestly:

"Mr. Huang, please help Xiaoqiu!"

Huang Si glanced at Xiaoqiu and said lightly: "I called you to stop because of her. But why do you want me to save her? Isn't she dead?"

Song Hongru was struck by lightning.

He touched Xiao Qiu's wrist with a trembling hand, testing her pulse, only to feel silence.

Xiao Qiu's arm has also become cold.

…When did it start.

When did Xiao Qiu leave him silently?

Song Hong knelt on the ground, holding Xiao Qiu's corpse in his arms, and couldn't help letting out a stern scream.