MTL - Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Song Ye had to admit the power of her genes. Even if the environment changed the next day, after seeing Ye Meimei for so many years, she knew that this was her mother without DNA verification.

The cruelty revealed in Ye Meimei's bones, and her militant suspicions were perfectly given to her, not bad.

It's like now, with her arms around her neck, Song Ye is also 100% sure that Ye Meijing will not really kill her.

With one look, Song Ye can know that the other party is testing her.

Eighteen years later, a pair of mothers and daughters who had reunited again separated their status. Her mother was a supreme king, and she was just a disciple.

At this moment, her mother's slender neck was pinched in her hands. As long as it took three more points of strength, the piece of flesh born from the other's belly would be completely returned. And watching her suffocate on the wall, her mother was drinking tea and eating ideas gracefully, watching her smiling.

Those eight imaginary eyebrows have a lot of styles, and when they laugh, they are particularly good-looking, but they can not show half of their kindness.

When Anmo and Ye Lingyin came in, they saw Ye Meijing violently unilaterally, and Song Ye, who had been nailed to the wall, had turned purple. Obviously, this restraint had lasted for a short period of time.

"Homeowner, Houshan's cell has been re-arranged and properly arranged." Anmo's eyes lightly glanced around the wall, and he turned back even if he didn't see it.

"Ye." Ye Meijing shifted her attention, and saw Ye Lingyin, who followed her, with a touch of coldness between her eyebrows. "Ling Yin, why didn't you listen to Luo yesterday?"

Ye Lingyin, who was standing behind, shrank his neck subconsciously, and moved a bit to Amher with a little fear. Then he whispered, "Mother, I'm going, but Master Luo's home is out."

At this time, of course, she couldn't admit that she went to find Anmu with her hind legs. She was keenly aware of her mother's change in attitude.

"Oh, the dead old man in the Luo family." Ye Meimei sneered with a smirk in her eyes, and then said to Anmo: "When you go to the Luo family, you say I invite the Master Luo family to come to the Ye family for tea."

She didn't believe the old man dared to brush her face.

"Yes." Anmo responded, then turned and strode away, so fast that Ye Lingyin was too late to keep.

Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, her chest was irritated, and suddenly she saw Song Ye with only a breath left by the wall, and a stern flash of light flashed between her eyebrows. "Mother, let me fix her, She went to Houshan, and we can't let her stay. "

The voice fell, she could not help but rushed forward, the wind blade aimed at the slender neck exposed by Song Ye and pierced straight.

There was a snap, and there was a crisp sound in the room.

Before Ye Lingyin arrived, she just felt that Hula was slapped on her face, and she was so powerful that she bumped her into a chair and looked up, but it was Ye Meimei's cold face.

"Cough ..." Song Ye also lifted the restraint instantly. After falling to the ground, her body was shaken by the dizziness caused by hypoxia twice, and then she stood firmly in place. Even the cough was only mild. There was no movement with just two beeps.

Compared with each other, this makes Ye Meimei's face a little colder.

"Even a disciple can't beat it, so weak and incompetent, are you worthy of being my daughter of Ye Meijing?" She poked at Ye Lingyin's heart mercilessly, and the aversion from the bottom of her heart sounded scary.

"I was wrong, mother." Ye Lingyin shrank her body, even if she stood upright, still trembling slightly, which shows her fear of Ye Meijing in her heart.

"Huh, useless things, roll down and apply your face, Master Luo's came here to entertain." Ye Meijing waved her hand, and did not feel anything wrong with her behavior.

Ye Lingyin pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but she dared not say anything in the end, "Yes."

When she went down, she didn't even dare to look at Song Ye.

There were only two people left in the room at once, but this time Ye Meijing didn't do anything again.

"You are a personal talent, and you are not in danger, you are not frightened." The woman on the theme nodded with satisfaction, with a smile, and announced with joy: "In the future, you will be responsible for my safety with the dark guard."

In other words, from today, Song Ye will be promoted from an insider disciple to a dark guard.

"Yes." Song Ye bowed his head, and said with a husky voice.

She made the right bet.

The dark guard team is stationed in the main house all year round, and is divided into three parts, which are relatives, distant and close. There are dark guards who handle the door in all corners, and there are patrols in the nursing home. Then there are the most powerful armed forces who are responsible for protecting the beautiful scenery .

Song Ye was fortunate. Taking this opportunity of Houshan Cave, she got the appreciation of Ye Meijing and successfully lurked to her side.

After receiving the dark mask exclusive to Dark Guard, she only needs to hide in the dark, which greatly increases her freedom of movement.

It was less than a week since I was promoted from a disciple contest to a disciple in the room, and was promoted directly to the dark guard. This is something that has rarely happened since the establishment of several major families. The news is like a weed in the spring breeze, spreading quickly Every corner of the Ye family.

The disciples at the lower level can only look at envy, but those in the main house who have been able to keep the door for more than ten years are jealous.

Although the promotion system has always been standardized and rigorous, there is no way to hold a well-spoken homeowner in control. Any arbitrary promotion that is too free will bring not only the voice of dissatisfaction at the bottom, but also the hatred brought by the promotion.

When not going to get the mask and clothes, Song Ye was coldly treated by other dark guards, but he was still in the house, and everyone didn't make too much noise.

That night, while Ye Meijing was taking a bath, Song Ye went to explore the Ye's classics cabinet, packed all the books into the space, and replaced them with a batch of blank papers. As soon as he turned around and went out, I ran into Anmo.

At that time, he was standing behind a scarlet post, the black lamp was blind, and the cold was so startled that Song Ye almost started.

"No one tells you, will the dark guards monitor each other?" As soon as Anm said, she said what she meant.

Actually, it wasn't her intention, but no one had told her these things at all. Today, I almost started, who would be happy to tell her.

However, she looked at the person who was obviously covering her, and thanked her, "Thank you."

There was no expression on Anmo's indifferent face. "Three days later, someone will come to check the classics."

Song Ye raised his eyebrows and stepped forward in the dark. "Why help me, who are you from?"