And on the other side of the Song family.

"Grandma, Song Yun beat me!" Song Kunhu stood in front of Song Meiqin, who was Song Kunlun's mother with a grievance.

"My good grandson, how can that wild child hit you!" Song Meiqin held Song Kunhu in her arms and asked with concern.

"He kicked me and took off my pants. Grandma, you have to avenge me!" Song Kunhu shouted in a crying voice.

"Okay, okay, grandma will definitely seek justice for you!" Song Meiqin said, "That bastard dares to attack my grandson. He is really uneducated. Do you really think that he is a person with the main vein and can be fearless!"

Song Kunhu looked up slightly at his grandmother, and his eyes were slightly bent with tears in his eyes.

Song Yun walked in the house for about ten minutes before he arrived in a yard where the banquet was held.

This yard is a little smaller than the one that came in before, but it is more refined. There are about ten tables in the center of the yard. The tablecloths on the table are bright red, which looks particularly festive.

At this time, there were many people sitting on each table, but there was no one on the main table in the middle. Song Yun looked around and saw that there were about a hundred people here, and it seemed that there were not many people in the Song family now.

Song Yun ignored other people's gaze and looked around.

"Sure enough, this is what comes from the place, without quality!" a man whispered.

"Indeed, I heard that he was here to inherit the Song family. Humph, I don't look at who he is. According to me, it is better for the Song family to inherit it. The Prince of Northeast China is such a famous name!" someone said again.

"But I heard that Song Yun is quite powerful in southern Jiangsu!" The person next to him said.

"Tsk, no matter how powerful it is, can the Qingzong have greater power? Even if it is Qingzong, when facing our Uncle Kunlun, he has to call him Prince Song. If he only talks about their circle, he will not be qualified to carry shoes to Uncle Kunlun." The man who spoke before said disdainfully.

Song Yun's sixth sense was powerful, so the voice was naturally heard in his ears, but Song Yun didn't argue. Song Kunlun was indeed awesome than him. If he only looked at this circle, he was indeed only qualified to carry shoes for Song Kunlun. Since what he was talking about was facts, Song Yun felt that if he was despised like this, he would not lose any flesh. Why bother with others?

After standing here for a while, Song Yun clearly felt his unwelcome, because from beginning to end, no one stood up and invited Song Yun to sit at their table. Song Yun just stood there, while Qingluan crossed her hands in front of her, looking at Song Yun calmly, ignoring the whispers around her.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, but that woman is really good!" The man who despised Song Yun before spoke again, "That woman, I heard that she was Song Yun's virtuous supporter, was the first time she had seen such a top-notch woman. If she had the chance to kiss Fangze, then this life would be worth it!"

"Worry, don't be heard by Song Yun." The person next to him advised.

"Tsk, what are you afraid of? How did he come here for the first time? Could it be that he dares to offend us? He wants to take office, but we still need our support!" The man said proudly, but as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a little dark beside him. When he turned around, he saw a tall figure covering him, and could not see any light.

"What did you... say?" the man asked calmly.

"Me!" The man who was chewing his tongue behind him was wearing a pair of glasses and looked very gentle, but his face was very ugly at this moment. He instinctively wanted to say something to strengthen his voice, but he found that all the words were stuttered in his throat and spit out the word "I" in a long time.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to speak, but that the man in front of him is so overwhelming that he can’t speak!

"I don't mind others despise me!" Song Yun looked down at the man wearing glasses in front of him, and said in a deep voice like a monarch, "But no one can say my woman, and no one has the right to say it."

"I'll just talk, just kidding, why are you so cares about it!" The man in glasses finally plucked up all his courage and said it.

Song Yun twisted his neck and said, "Do you want to die?"

"You!! What do you want? Tell you that killing your own people in the Song family will be shot!" The man in glasses shrank slightly and said.

"So what if I kill you?" As soon as Song Yun finished speaking, a hand suddenly stretched out, his palm spread out, and his thumb and middle finger pressed directly on the man in glasses' temple. Then he lifted his palm up hard, and the man in glasses's whole person was caught by Song Yun.

Song Yun raised his hand upwards. The man in his eyes was about the same height as Song Yun, but when Song Yun took this, he turned into the air!

Song Yun's hand was very strong. The man with glasses weighed more than 100 pounds and was easily carried by Song Yun's hand. The man with glasses reached out to try to pry Song Yun's palm open, but it was futile. He kicked his feet around, and the weight of his body hit the neck. The man with glasses felt a tear-like pain in his neck.

"Apology." Song Yun said calmly.

"No matter how much apologize, you can't joke. Don't think that you are the main meridian and can do whatever you want!" The man with glasses' mouth was quite hard.

Song Yun exerted a little force, and a slight cracking sound came from his hand. The man in glasses seemed to be a monkey with a tight spell, and his body twisted violently, but Song Yun's hand was still motionless.

"Apology." Song Yun said, "I won't say it for the third time!"

"You!! You are too arrogant, let me go!" the man in glasses shouted.

"You can die." Song Yun was about to grab the man with glasses' head directly, but a slender hand suddenly pressed on Song Yun's right arm, which had already tightened his muscles.

"Song Yun, don't worry about him." Qingluan said with a smile.

"Okay!" Song Yun didn't say a word of nonsense and let go of his hand. The man in glasses fell to the ground all of a sudden. However, the man in glasses did not stand up immediately, but touched his purple forehead that had been pinched by Song Yun and shouted, "You...you...I will tell Master Song!"

People with branches all call Mr. Song the Grand Master Song.

"Tell me." Song Yun turned around indifferently and said, "Who else wants to say something? I don't mind him saying it in front of me."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. There were people on the branch with some identity who wanted to say something dissatisfied, but after seeing Song Yun's eyes, all of them chose to remain silent.

They were a pair of blood-like eyes, full of solemnity.
Chapter completed!