Chapter 1131 Huo Yunque Is Dead?

"Nolan——"

Song Yaoyao listened to him quietly and suddenly said: "Thank you."

"Huh?" Nolan was surprised. He had thought that Song Yaoyao might be afraid of him. In any case, she was only a twenty-year-old girl and she grew up in the peaceful country of China. These bloody things would definitely scare her. .

I never expected that she would suddenly say something like this.

"Thanks."

This time, Nolan heard clearly.

He smiled, like Dongxue's smile, and his eyebrows became more handsome and gentle, as if the god in the painting came to life.

Song Yaoyao suddenly remembered the decisiveness with which he stood in a pool of blood just now, holding a dagger to kill people. The corresponding expression on his face was a smile of compassion and compassion that made people feel like a spring breeze.

"Ah..." Nolan sighed, "What should I do? I like you even more."

He smiled suddenly, with shallow ripples in his blue eyes, and a thin laugh came from his throat, like a musical instrument.

"I really don't want you to go back, so you might as well stay here with me." Nolan looked at Song Yaoyao with a smile in his words.

Song Yaoyao believed Nolan inexplicably, and he would not do this.

"Can you... lend me your cell phone?"

"Uh-this-"

Nolan's mouth twitched and his vision suddenly drifted.

Song Yaoyao was curious, "What's wrong?"

Nolan: "I don't have a mobile phone..."

Song Yaoyao: "??"

In the end, it took her a long time to believe that Nolan really didn't use a mobile phone. She was stunned, and after organizing for a while, she struggled to say, "What should we do?"

"Simple."

The handsome young priest snapped his fingers and curled his lips, "Just order someone to buy one."

Song Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief.

For now, that's all it can do.

But she still finds it hard to believe that in this century, there are young people who don’t use mobile phones.

While waiting for the phone, Song Yaoyao suddenly remembered what Nolan said to him before, and asked curiously: "How old are you?"

Sometimes I think Nolan is naive, and sometimes he is mysterious, unfathomable, and elusive.

Nolan blinked, his eyes were like gems under his thick eyelashes.

Like a fox with a hint of cunning.

He leaned close to Song Yaoyao's ear. Song Yaoyao held her breath and prepared herself mentally.

Warm breath sprayed on her ears, and Song Yaoyao heard Nolan's unique voice that was low and mixed with a smile, "What do you think?"

Song Yaoyao: "..."

Suddenly I really want to hit someone.

-

Without so much nonsense, Song Yaoyao contacted Huo Jiu in China.

She could feel Huo Jiu's relief when he heard her voice.

"Do you really want to leave?"

The young priest leaned against the door and looked at the people who came to pick up Song Yaoyao. Rows of cars had stopped at the door. He sighed and asked.

It sounds pitiful, but paired with his beauty, it always makes people feel soft.

Especially Song Yaoyao, who has put down her guard against him and regards him as a big brother.

She frowned and turned back, looking at Nolan, "I'm sorry, you know-"

"Oh, okay, okay, I can understand." Nolan shrugged, suddenly raised his lips, and smiled at Song Yaoyao, "I wish you a safe journey, my dear girl."

"Miss Song, it's time for us to leave." Someone reminded softly in the ear.

Song Yaoyao nodded, took a deep look at Nolan, and suddenly felt a little reluctant.

The experience of these two days was special and extremely dangerous for Song Yaoyao.

Without Nolan, she might not be able to stand here, but should sleep in the deep sea.

"I'm leaving." She waved.

"Wait."

Nolan walked up to her, patted her head, suddenly took off the necklace that never left her neck, and put it on Song Yaoyao's neck.

"May the Lord bless you, Amen."

Nolan prayed.

Song Yaoyao was speechless. She held the necklace and said, "You killed someone in front of the Lord." Are you sure the Lord will still bless them?

"I am punishing evil people, and the Lord will forgive me." Nolan quibbled.

He pushed Song Yaoyao into the car, closed the door for her, stood outside the car, and waved to her coolly.

Song Yaoyao quickly rolled down the window, "Thank you——"

"I accept." Nolan told her, "So I hope that next time I go to visit you, I won't be stopped by those annoying people again."

"Pfft——"

Song Yaoyao had been holding a big stone in her heart, but Nolan still made her laugh. She raised her eyes, her eyes shining with moisture, "No, I'm sorry for what happened before."

"goodbye."

"goodbye."

Nolan stood outside the church and watched the row of black cars, surrounded by the one in the middle, go away.

The flags on the church were flying, the seagulls were still circling, and the blue sky was almost in line with the sea.

"ah……"

Nolan rubbed his face, turned around and walked towards the church.

There was an unnoticeable loneliness in his tone, "I'm alone again -"

-

Song Yaoyao did not stay in Country Y. After being picked up, she returned to China without any danger.

"Miss Song!"

The plane landed directly on the tarmac of Huo Zhai. Song Yaoyao looked at the person walking towards her quickly and felt as if it was a lifetime ago. Although those things happened just a few days ago, she felt that a long, long time had passed.

It seemed so far away.

"Miss Song, are you okay?"

"Great, great, God bless me. I'm relieved that you can come back safely, Miss Song." Uncle Zhang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, clasped his hands and bowed to the sky.

Song Yaoyao's eyes scanned around, and she opened her mouth, "Where's brother? Huo Si——"

"Huo Si is fine, don't worry." Huo Jiu said respectfully.

It wasn't until she returned to a familiar place that Song Yaoyao felt that her feet were on solid ground.

"What about brother?" Song Yaoyao's hand suddenly tightened, her nails sank into her delicate palm, and blood overflowed. She didn't even notice the pain.

Silence, a dead silence.

Song Yaoyao probably realized something, but she couldn't accept such a result.

She staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Miss Song!"

Huo Jiu quickly supported her, waited for her to stand firm, and then stepped back respectfully.

Song Yaoyao bit the tip of her tongue. Maybe it was because she cried all her tears in Nolan's arms that day. So now her eyes were dry and she couldn't cry at all.

"Give me an answer, I want an answer!"

Huo Jiu lowered his head deeply. The whole Huo house exuded a strong depressive atmosphere, as if the air had solidified.

Constantly squeezing the lungs, making it hard to breathe.

Whether it’s life or death, no—

not dead.

Song Yaoyao stared at Huo Jiu. She didn't care about anyone else, only looking at Huo Jiu who lowered his head in front of her. Song Yaoyao saw the decline in Huo Jiu, who had always been high-spirited, for the first time.

"Huo Jiu, tell me."

"Miss Song——"

Huo Jiu could hardly feel his own voice. His throat seemed to be stuck with glue. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Sir, his whereabouts are unknown."