Noticing his extremely aggressive gaze, Madam Zhen's heart skipped a beat: "Senior?" Could it be that he fell into a tiger's kiss just after he got out of the wolf's den? She had just witnessed the other party's martial arts in bloodbathing the Mongolian mission by herself, and she didn't think she could resist.
Song Qingshu frowned suddenly, turned his head and looked to the side, and soon a group of people gradually appeared from the corner of the street, the leader was covered with a cloak, and he could not see his face clearly, but this unique dress and martial arts skills were obviously the old man in the mountain Huo Shan.
"Senior, be careful, he is the King of Assassins in Persia. I don't know how many masters from the Western Regions have died under his hands." Mrs. Zhen hurriedly said to Song Qingshu, she wanted to take this opportunity to improve the goodwill of both parties, so that the other party might read this thread Feelings don't do it to yourself.
"Gaoli's Yijian Master Cailin?" Huo Shan did not move on, but stopped three feet away. This distance was a safe distance for both parties. He had obviously gotten the news and knew his identity.
"If you want to fight, just fight, there is so much nonsense." Song Qingshu was very upset at this time, and the negative emotions caused by the killing just now had not faded away. At this time, he just wanted to vent his anger. Fighting is obviously the most squandered Compared with Shuiyue Dazong, the old man in the mountain is not so easy to deal with. Shuiyue Dazong's martial arts are relatively systematic and simple. You can always detect some clues from the sidelines, but the martial arts of the old man in the mountain are complicated and treacherous. , not even using the same kind of martial arts every time, so it is impossible to make targeted arrangements like dealing with Shuiyue Dazong.
Unexpectedly, the old man in the mountain waved his hand: "You and I are in the Far East and the other in the Far West. We are separated by more than ten thousand miles. We have never had any enmity or conflict of interest. Why are you fighting? Please!" Get out of the way.
A trace of doubt flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, not sure if the other party was playing some kind of trick or not, and whether he was sneaking up on him while he was away.
However, the old man in the mountain had retreated to the side, leaving enough distance, showing that he had no other plans in mind.
Thinking of all the things before, Song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. The old man in the mountain had worked several times and failed to do his best, and now he let him go openly.
As the saying goes, the enemy of an enemy is a friend, Song Qingshu still remembers this even though his head is a little clouded at the moment.
After taking a deep look at the other party, Song Qingshu took Mrs. Zhen's hand and left.
"Huo Shan, what do you mean? How can you let him go?" A white-haired middle-aged man glared at the old man in the mountain.
"I do things, why do you need to teach me?" The old man in the mountain replied coldly.
"We received a letter from the little magician before. He obviously just came out of the hotel. Now we don't know how the prince and the others are doing. How can we just let them go?"
"Your Majesty's masters are like clouds, and there is such an existence as Shuiyue Dazong, so naturally nothing will happen." The old man in the mountain didn't even look at him, and walked to the side on his own.
"Well, you Huo Shan, are you planning to betray the prince?" Seeing his indifferent appearance, Liu Yaozhi was furious.
"So what?" The old man in the mountain was obviously in the distance before, but when he finished speaking, he suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yaozhi, and he could even see the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.
The beauty and white hair are the protectors of the Magician's Palace, and they are the devils who have been rampant for decades. Naturally, their martial arts are not weak. Liu Yaozhi slipped out a four-foot-four-inch white jade flute from his sleeve in an instant, and pointed it towards the mountain. Old man, the greatness of this flute lies in its ability to produce erratic flute sounds of different heights when swinging, which can make the enemy have the illusion of sound, and the flute hole can stimulate energy with a unique technique, hurting people invisible ,superb.
Even if he meets a top expert in the Central Plains, he can protect himself with his miraculous martial arts, but what he meets is Huo Shan, who has the title of King of Killers!
The King of Assassins deliberately sneaked in, how many people in the world could avoid it
Liu Yaozhi screamed, covering his heart with a miserable expression: "The bone-penetrating needle really deserves its reputation."
The old man in the mountain stood with his hands behind his back, the other party's vitality was exhausted, there was no need to make another move.
At the same time as he shot, those killers under his command also shot one after another, and wiped the necks of Liu Yaozhi's subordinates in an instant.
"Leave my wife alone." Liu Yaozhi tried to say with his last breath, Hongyan Hua Jieyu left to perform another mission and is not here, otherwise the two would join forces, and the old man in the mountain would not be able to defeat them so easily.
Even though the two of them have practiced the art of harvesting and nourishing over the years, they almost played their own way, and the other party didn't know how many green hats they put on him, but the relationship of decades still made him feel uneasy.
"That prostitute?" The old man in the mountain sneered, noncommittal.
Liu Yaozhi understood his intention in an instant, and cursed angrily: "Huo Shan, Da Khan and the magician will avenge us!" After cursing this sentence, it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength, and soon swallowed unwillingly Annoyed.
At this time Song Qingshu didn't know that so many things happened after he left. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. He was very restless at this moment.
The night wind blew a faint fragrance of roses, Song Qingshu turned his head and looked at the woman next to him, the bright moon was in the sky, the breeze was blowing slowly, her snow-skinned red lips were unparalleled in beauty.
In fact, objectively speaking, Mrs. Zhen's appearance may not be considered stunning, and she is still a bit inferior to Chen Yuanyuan and Xiaolongnv, but her plump and mature figure makes people short of breath, and her round and straight legs are even more charming. In particular, the light blue eyes are as beautiful as sea water, and that unique exotic style is extremely alluring.
Mrs. Zhen was brought into a room by him, and she couldn't help feeling flustered looking at the bed not far away, and hurriedly said: "Thank you for saving my life, senior, I still have things to deal with at home, I will visit senior tomorrow."
After speaking, he turned around and left, but was grabbed by the man and pulled him into his arms.
"No!" Madam Zhen exclaimed, but she didn't know that such a cry would only add fuel to the fire.
"It's me." Song Qingshu took off his mask and restored his original appearance.
"My lord?" Mrs. Zhen's hands and feet, which were struggling desperately, suddenly calmed down, and her original panic was instantly replaced by surprise.
Song Qingshu's hand had already slid down her neckline. In fact, he could go back to find Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu, but he felt pity and didn't want to torment them in this unstable state. He has no such psychological pressure on Mrs. Zhen, she is beautiful, mature, and has expressed her willingness to recommend herself as a pillow several times.
Sensing his movements, Madam Zhen's face was rosy, her eyes were full of spring water, she gently hugged the man on her body, her soft lips pressed against his ear, her body was like a bone that had been pulled out Like a snake: "Young master, I will serve you."