Chapter 1134 I Am Willing to Exchange

Huo Ningxi is the head of the Huo family, so where is Huo Yunque who is supposed to be the head of the family?

Such an excellent Huo Yunque, why is the author so stingy with even the slightest bit of pen and ink?

Huo Yunque is so young. If he were here, Huo Ningxi would not be able to take the position of head of the family.

No matter how he compares, Huo Yunque is much better than Huo Ningxi.

not to mention--

Huo Ningxi has no blood of the Huo family at all.

But he still became the head of the family, and everything in the Huo family became his.

Why?

Song Yaoyao didn't dare to think about it. She thought about the accident and how she stopped Huo Yunchue from going out because of that dream.

There is also uncertainty about life and death this time.

The answer was actually on her lips, but Song Yaoyao pushed back all those thoughts.

She walked over to the futon and knelt down, clasping her hands together.

"If possible, I would like to..."

-

While waiting for dinner, the servant came to Uncle Zhang in a panic and said that he did not see Miss Song in the room.

Song Yaoyao is missing!

Uncle Zhang was shocked, the whole house was in chaos, and everyone was looking around.

But a big living person seemed to disappear out of thin air.

"Uncle Zhang, please calm down, let me ask you a question," Huo Jiu rushed over. He was also very busy these days. His husband never showed up, and someone outside was already spreading rumors. He looked at the servants coldly, "Are you sure Miss Song didn't go downstairs?"

"Yes, because of Uncle Zhang's order, we have been guarding it."

"I see."

Huo Jiu nodded and went upstairs. There must be some place that has not been found.

Song Yaoyao curled up on the ground, her head was dizzy, as if a big hand was grabbing her and pulling her into the abyss.

She appeared in front of a gray building, where people were coming and going, and she even saw the murderers in black suits walking through. She hurriedly avoided it, but found that those people seemed to not be able to see her, and passed directly through her body.

Song Yaoyao spread her hands and looked at her almost transparent hands.

She died again?

She stood there in a daze, and the men in black quickly walked away. Suddenly, she saw a man wearing a hat lowering the brim of his hat and limping toward her while carrying something.

"Huo Qi?"

Song Yaoyao's eyes lit up, Huo Qi was not dead? Isn’t that brother also——?

She ran to Huo Qi, but Huo Qi limped past her.

"Huo Qi..."

Song Yaoyao didn't have time to think too much. She followed Huo Qi and watched him walk through an alley and into a dark alley.

Finally, he knocked on the door of a dilapidated and low-rise house.

There was a cough, and an old voice sounded from inside, "Who is it?"

"it's me."

As the words fell, the door opened, and Huo Qifei quickly stepped in.

Song Yaoyao's heart was beating wildly, and joy appeared on her face.

Her brother must be inside, so she followed Huo Qi and ran inside quickly.

"How are you doing today, sir?"

How about what? What's wrong with my brother?

Song Yaoyao was confused. She looked at the stooped old man and frowned.

But soon, her doubts were answered.

It was a relatively clean room. The man had lost a lot of weight. His upper body was naked and there were unhealed wounds on it. The most serious thing was that his forehead was also wrapped with a bandage.

He closed his eyes tightly, and the sound of Huo Qi pushing the door didn't disturb him at all.

It was as if he was dead.

Song Yaoyao's throat was tight, and she quickly floated over, trying to test whether he was still breathing——

But when she was about to get close to him, there was suddenly a strong suction force, pulling her backwards quickly.

"elder brother!"

She was dragged out of that house. Song Yaoyao stared at that house, and the scenes around her flew by quickly.

"elder brother!!"

Song Yaoyao's body shook violently and she opened her eyes with fear.

The air was filled with the scent of sandalwood, as if I had just had a ridiculous dream.

Her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and she got up and ran outside in embarrassment.

What if, what if that dream is true?

At the same time, Huo Jiu also heard a faint sound.

He turned around and strode quickly towards the place where the sound came from.

A petite black figure appeared, her steps were messy, and she was covered with a large coat that could be worn as a skirt. Huo Jiu felt bitter in his heart. He had never seen Miss Song so embarrassed and panicked.

"Miss Song, are you okay..."

"Huo Jiu! Come with me!"

She was just betting, what if her deal with God succeeded? Otherwise, why let her have that dream.

Huo Jiu's words were interrupted. He looked at Miss Song with a strange expression worriedly, feeling that there seemed to be joy in her eyes.

joy?

In the study, when Huo Jiu came in, she quickly closed the door and locked it.

"Miss Song?" Huo Jiu was stunned.

Song Yaoyao's behavior was so abnormal. He looked at her but couldn't tell what was wrong.

Song Yaoyao ignored Huo Jiu. After calling him in, she left him there.

She found the manuscript paper she usually used for drawing storyboards, and then found a pen.

She closed her eyes and carefully recalled the scene she saw. After a few minutes, she lowered her head and quickly started drawing on the paper.

When normal people dream, they always have missing arms and legs and cannot remember them completely after waking up. But Song Yaoyao's dream was different. As soon as she closed her eyes, it clearly appeared in her mind.

Even the house number and what's at the door are clearly visible.

Huo Jiu walked over lightly and was stunned when he saw Song Yaoyao painting.

The palms of my hands were cold, and I was thinking about whether I should call Liu Yu over and show Miss Song.

Obviously, he thought Song Yaoyao was stimulated and could not accept Huo Yunque's disappearance.

Song Yaoyao thought while painting. Half an hour later, until she had restored all the pictures in her mind, she handed the painting to Huo Jiu.

"Miss Song, what are you—?" Huo Jiu looked at the painting. The building in the painting was very old, but it could be vaguely seen that it was not from his country.

Song Yaoyao was about to speak, but for some reason, she didn't say anything.

Instead, he wrote down what he wanted to say on paper.

Huo Jiu watched in silence. When Song Yaoyao gave him more and more information, the worry in his eyes was gradually replaced by surprise.

After reading it, he quickly raised his head and looked at Song Yaoyao.

Song Yaoyao nodded to him gently.

"Just give it a try."

At this moment, the painting book in my hand was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.

"good."

-

That night, Huo Jiu flew away with his people.

No one noticed that among the people accompanying him, there was Liu Yu disguised as an ordinary subordinate.

Except for Huo Jiu, no one disclosed this news to Song Yaoyao.

If there is anyone in this family who can be trusted besides Huo Yunque, it is only the members of the Twelve Guards.

A belief has been instilled in them since they were raised.

And Huo Yunque is also a qualified family head.

She didn't know whether the dream was true or false, but she didn't trust anyone else but Huo Jiu. Song Yaoyao couldn't figure out why Huo Qi didn't contact her people.

Now, she can only pray that everything goes well.