"Ah, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"
Song Zhiyu immediately exploded.
Damn, someone was actually more arrogant than him, how outrageous!
"Hey you, stop, if you've got guts, stop for me. Agui, go stop him for me."
Song Zhiyu casually brushed off the dust on his face, looked down at his hand, and found the yellow dirt was embarrassingly ugly.
Not far away, several more horses caught up, mounted by guards dressed in black with swords at their sides, looking very imposing.
Hearing the sound of hooves, all the young nephews stopped playing, gathering around Song Zhiyu's window to watch the commotion. When they saw the guards, they exclaimed loudly.
"So grand, so mighty." Song Lingzhou took a bite of his fried chicken leg, his eyes lighting up brightly.
Song Lingzhao: "I bet Xiaosi's chicken leg that these must be soldiers from the barracks."
Judging by that bloodthirsty aura, they were not ordinary guards from their household, but surely ones with countless blood on their hands.
