"Pfft!" A mouthful of blood spat out wildly. If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's magical powers to protect his body, an ordinary person would probably have their heart broken after receiving Hong Antong's solid punch.
Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, and just as Song Qingshu tried his best to resist several moves, the ancestor of the blood knife put the knife on his neck.
"My life is over!" Song Qingshu felt a chill in his heart, and a picture of a head flying high flashed in his mind.
"Ding!" A hidden weapon was shot at the Blood Knife Patriarch Knife, and the three people in the field were taken aback, not because of how powerful the shot was, but because the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!
Turning around in doubt, I saw Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu besieging Jiumozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...
"Don't look at it, I put that golden snake awl on." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed her charming temperament that turned all living beings upside down before. In my eyes, I just feel that she is extremely dignified.
Sang Jie pointed his fingers, restraining Song Qingshu's big acupoints, raised his head and asked in doubt: "Why didn't Mrs. Yuan let me wait to kill him?"
"I still have important matters to ask him. I would like to thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees slightly, and saluted.
Sang Jie and Hong Antong are fine, the former is a monk, the latter has not been close to women for many years, and the wife at home has no spare energy to irrigate her, so although they appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.
The Blood Knife Patriarch was different, looking at Xia Qingqing's little willow waist that was gripped gracefully when he made a bow, he wished to step forward to help her up, the greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts-capable husband, he secretly sighed: Or Find another girl, the girl who was dressed as a girl just now is not bad.
Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect that she saved his life in the end, thinking of the tenderness between the two of them just now, he couldn't help but feel agitated.
Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what to think of, her pretty face blushed, and she pretended to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and stopped looking at him.
Although Jiumozhi was at a disadvantage, he could barely resist, but when he noticed from the corner of his eye that Song Qingshu had been seriously injured and captured, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, thinking that if he continued to fight, he might really have to see the Buddha.
Immediately urging the flame knife with all his strength to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, he jumped towards Song Qingshu: "Mr. Song, the poor monk is here to save you."
Sang Jie and Hong Antong turned pale with shock, they both punched Jiumozhi in the air. Unexpectedly, Jiumozhi's palm was a false move, and this palm looks terrifying, but in fact it has no strength at all. As soon as he made contact with Sang Jie and Hong Antong, with the help of their thrust, his body smashed through the window on the side like lightning, Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this accident. Yuan Chengzhi and others were concerned about his high martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.
"Master Wei, Young Master Song, this poor monk will invite more experts when he returns, and he will surely come to save you."
Mozhi's voice floated from afar.
"Your companion is really loyal." Xia Qingqing stood beside Song Qingshu and sneered.
"I didn't expect that the journey together for many days is not as good as a moment of friendship with the girl." Song Qingshu sighed, "Qingqing Zijin, take my heart, what a girl Youyou, I should have thought of it a long time ago."
When Wei Xiaobao saw that something was wrong, he quickly changed his face: "Sect Master Hong will enjoy immortal blessings forever, and his life will be as long as the heavens!"
"Wen Chengwude, the master of the Blood Knife Sect..."
"Teacher, you are the best in life..."
There was a burst of incoherent flattery, seeing everyone just sneered, Wei Xiaobao sighed: "Hey, his grandpa, I'm a loser today, if I want to kill him, I'll do whatever I want, and I'll be a good man again sixteen years later!"
"Didn't you people from the Central Plains say, 'Eighteen years later, he will be a good man again'?" Sang Jie thought he had misremembered, and looked at his companion suspiciously.
"Your grandfather, I think eighteen years is too long, so I can't come out two years earlier." Wei Xiaobao stared at him, thinking that he would die anyway, so he got hardened.
"Everyone, the officers and soldiers outside the city will arrive soon, so it's better for us to leave early." Yuan Chengzhi walked over and said.
"Since I have saved my cousin, I won't bother you. Let's leave here." Murong Fu clasped his fists together, thinking in his heart that the Golden Snake King, Shenlong Sect Master, Blood Knife Sect Master, and Master Sang Jie were all powerful. Maybe it will be helpful to my revival. It's a pity that they robbed and killed Wei Xiaobao, the most trusted and trusted emperor of the Qing Dynasty. I'm afraid they will usher in tragic revenge. I still don't want to go into this muddy water. It would be unwise to offend the Qing Dynasty...
"Nan Murong really lived up to his reputation. Being able to fight side by side with Mr. Murong, Yuan is really happy for life." The two teamed up to deal with Jiumozhi just now, and Yuan Chengzhi admired his profound and exquisite martial arts very much.
"Cousin, Mr. Song..." Wang Yuyan tugged at Murong Fu's sleeve, looked at Song Qingshu who was looking sluggish, her eyes were full of worry.
"Thank you, Miss Wang, for your concern. Song won't die for a while, so you don't have to worry about me. I believe that since this thief God brought me into this world, he won't let me die so easily, hahaha..." Song Qingshu He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his laughter was full of desolation.
It turned out that Song Qingshu was aware of Murong Fu's nature of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. With so many masters present, it was impossible for him to rescue him. It is estimated that he would say a lot of high-sounding reasons in the end and politely refuse.
Why should I listen to those hypocritical words, and be disgusted when I am dying...
"It's been a few days, Mr. Song is still so open-minded... Cousin, this is not a place to stay for a long time, let's go." Murong Fu pulled Wang Yuyan and disappeared at the door of the inn.
"Miss Wang, wait for me." Duan Yu hastily chased after her.
Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao were tied up by Wuhuada and thrown into a carriage. Chapter 67 The ability to tell the dead
Among them, a group of people hurried out of the city.
When Duolong rushed to the Lichun Courtyard with a large group of people, seeing the guards lying on the ground, Wei Xiaobao had disappeared, his face turned livid, and he ordered: "Let me go out of the city to chase after him!"
Yuan Chengzhi and his party had been prepared for a long time. After dressing up in disguise, the escape route was very tortuous, and they quickly lost their pursuers.
One day when he stopped to rest at noon, the ancestor of the blood knife gave Wei Xiaobao a hard look, then turned to Yuan Chengzhi and said, "Golden Snake King, why didn't you kill this kid with one knife, and insisted on taking him to escape?"
The Blood Knife Patriarch and Sangjie could leave as soon as they left Yangzhou, but they followed Yuan Chengzhi and his party all the way for fear that Wei Xiaobao would be rescued and the mission would fail. The Blood Knife Patriarch finally asked.
"Yuan intends to bring this dog official back to the Golden Snake Camp, and invite the leaders of the rebels from all walks of life in Shandong to come and kill him to sacrifice the flag together, so as to strengthen the momentum of our Shandong rebels." Yuan Chengzhi thought of the days of the rebels since Kangxi came to power. It's getting more and more sad. In recent years, the morale of the volunteers from all walks of life has been a little low, and they have long lost the vigor of the past. They hope that by killing a confidant of the emperor, they can cheer up people's hearts.
Wei Xiaobao felt a chill in his heart when he heard it from the side, and thought: His grandfather, this little black face looks honest and honest, but who knows that he is so cruel and merciless, if he goes back with him, he will be cut to pieces. On the contrary, it was this fierce blood knife ancestor...
Rolling his eyes, he immediately took care and shouted, "Ouch, I want to pee."
The Blood Knife Patriarch just walked up to him and said impatiently, "I pissed in my crotch."
Wei Xiaobao showed a flattering smile: "Of course I don't care, it's just that my urine is fishy and dirty, which will inevitably disturb your interest in eating, Patriarch."
"Unlucky!" The ancestor of Xuedao threw the pancake in his hand aside, lifted him to a place ten meters away, and untied the rope on his body, "Here, hurry up, if you dare to run, the ancestor, I will pick you!" Break your tendons."
"Hey, how dare you, Xiaobao just wants to talk to you, Patriarch." Wei Xiaobao looked at him with a smile, not like the urgency to urinate before.
"I have nothing to say to you." The blood knife patriarch turned his head away disdainfully.
"Old Ancestor, do you think that you have completed the mission if I die?" Wei Xiaobao asked indifferently.
"Naturally, so you should hurry up and die." The Blood Knife Patriarch gave him a hard look.
"It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous." Wei Xiaobao shook his head and looked at him with eyes full of pity.
The blood knife patriarch was so stared at by him, he couldn't help asking: "What are you laughing at?"
"I laugh at you and that lama for being fools, big turtle eggs, who have been their thugs for nothing, but didn't even get a fart." Wei Xiaobao gave him a contemptuous look.
"Chapter 67 Your ability to talk about the dead
You don't have to sow dissension, kid," the ancestor of Xuedao chuckled, "The ancestor eats more salt than your kid eats rice. "
"That Yuan Chengzhi is fine. If he kills me, he can get the support of the Shandong Rebels and improve his prestige. May I ask what good will my death do for you?" Wei Xiaobao asked with a sneer.
"How can it be no good." The ancestor of Xuedao said, "The Seventh Prince wanted you to die. We and Yuan Chengzhi have the same purpose, and we just take what we need."
"Everyone gets what they need," Wei Xiaobao sneered, "May I ask why your lord wants me to die? Where are we now?"
"Of course I want to get rid of Kangxi's right-hand man, eh! No..." The ancestor of Xuedao was startled, and realized that the Seventh Prince actually killed Wei Xiaobao in the territory of Song State for the purpose of destroying the alliance between Man Qing and Song State. There is an inseparable relationship, the envoys are all dead, and there is no way to talk about the covenant. Kangxi might go to war with the Song Dynasty under his anger, and ask the teacher to question him.
But now Wei Xiaobao has left the Song Dynasty long ago, and is now in the land of the Qing Dynasty!
"Hmph, it would be good if Kangxi's arm was broken." The ancestor of Xuedao still insisted.
"Hey, although it's a bit embarrassing to say, but I still have to be honest, what else can I, Wei Xiaobao, do besides sycophanting and taking bribes? I can't be regarded as the emperor's right-hand man." Wei Xiaobao said with a bitter face, " If you really let me die, you may not have a bright future under the Seventh Prince's command."
The ancestor of the blood knife was taken aback: "How is it possible!"
"Think about it, in the view of the Seventh Prince, you failed to kill me in the territory of Song Dynasty, which is incompetent; later, you caught me, but didn't take me back to Mongolia, and took the opportunity to blackmail our emperor, but you Letting other people kill me is foolishness; such an incompetent and foolish person, how can the Seventh Prince use you at ease?" Wei Xiaobao's smile became more and more treacherous. Chapter 68: A Dream of Huang Liang
The Blood Knife Patriarch's face became more and more ugly, he snorted coldly, and without saying a word, tied Wei Xiaobao and went back to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect, because he saw that the Blood Knife Patriarch immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.
"Old Ancestor, I think that kid is right." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.
"Then why don't we take him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The blood knife ancestor's eyes flickered.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy again. I'm afraid you and I are powerless." Sang Jie was hurt by Song Qingshu's sword piercing the Mahamudra aura last time. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.
"So what if I add the old man?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong turned out from the shadow. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight forty-two chapter scriptures in Wei Xiaobao's hands all along, so he was not willing to watch him die.
It's a pity that he is alone, neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is inferior to him, and Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is obviously higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to pay attention to the movements of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie all the time, listen Seeing the content of the conversation between the two, they couldn't help jumping out with great joy.
Seeing the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that this little life was finally saved, and if they were caught by them and taken to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. It is not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, with a sluggish expression on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly mobilizing his true energy to attack the acupoints all over his body according to the acupuncture method in the Nine Yin Manual.
Suddenly, he smelled a sweet fragrance in his nostrils, and his heart moved. Song Qingshu opened his eyes, saw a light green skirt flickering in front of him, looked up, "So it's Youyou... oh no, Mrs. Yuan."
"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned slightly, thinking that he was hit in the vital part by Hong Antong's palm before, and was injured by the hands of the other two, she couldn't help but look worried.
"Thank you, Mrs. Yuan, for your concern. I just lose my true energy and won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned his back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing playfully, "I wonder if Miss Youyou asked you to come and see me."
Pink's face flushed, and seeing that he didn't pierce the window paper, Xia Qingqing pretended to be stupid and said, "Miss Youyou hates you so much, how could she come to see you again."
"Hey, after that day, Song and Miss Youyou may never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that it was Xia Qingqing's temporary guest appearance on that day in order to seduce Wei Xiaobao. Seeing the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was naturally charming and turned all sentient beings on her head disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" During the past two days alone, every time Xia Qingqing recalled the intimate and lingering scenes with him, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel agitated. Although they don't have real swords Chapter 68 Huang Liang Yimeng
The Blood Knife Patriarch's face became more and more ugly, he snorted coldly, and without saying a word, tied Wei Xiaobao and went back to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect, because he saw that the Blood Knife Patriarch immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.
"Old Ancestor, I think that kid is right." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.
"Then why don't we take him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The blood knife ancestor's eyes flickered.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy again. I'm afraid you and I are powerless." Sang Jie was hurt by Song Qingshu's sword piercing the Mahamudra aura last time. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.
"So what if I add the old man?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong turned out from the shadow. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight forty-two chapter scriptures in Wei Xiaobao's hands all along, so he was not willing to watch him die.
It's a pity that he is alone, neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is inferior to him, and Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is obviously higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to pay attention to the movements of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie all the time, listen Seeing the content of the conversation between the two, they couldn't help jumping out with great joy.
Seeing the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that this little life was finally saved, and if they were caught by them and taken to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. It is not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, with a sluggish expression on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly mobilizing his true energy to attack the acupoints all over his body according to the acupuncture method in the Nine Yin Manual.
Suddenly, he smelled a sweet fragrance in his nostrils, and his heart moved. Song Qingshu opened his eyes, saw a light green skirt flickering in front of him, looked up, "So it's Youyou... oh no, Mrs. Yuan."
"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned slightly, thinking that he was hit in the vital part by Hong Antong's palm before, and was injured by the hands of the other two, she couldn't help but look worried.
"Thank you, Mrs. Yuan, for your concern. I just lose my true energy and won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned his back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing playfully, "I wonder if Miss Youyou asked you to come and see me."
Pink's face flushed, and seeing that he didn't pierce the window paper, Xia Qingqing pretended to be stupid and said, "Miss Youyou hates you so much, how could she come to see you again."
"Hey, after that day, Song and Miss Youyou may never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that it was Xia Qingqing's temporary guest appearance on that day in order to seduce Wei Xiaobao. Seeing the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was naturally charming and turned all sentient beings on her head disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" During the past two days alone, every time Xia Qingqing recalled the intimate and lingering scenes with him, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel agitated. Although they don't have real swords Chapter 68 Huang Liang Yimeng
The Blood Knife Patriarch's face became more and more ugly, he snorted coldly, and without saying a word, tied Wei Xiaobao and went back to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect, because he saw that the Blood Knife Patriarch immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.
"Old Ancestor, I think that kid is right." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.
"Then why don't we take him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The blood knife ancestor's eyes flickered.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy again. I'm afraid you and I are powerless." Sang Jie was hurt by Song Qingshu's sword piercing the Mahamudra aura last time. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.
"So what if I add the old man?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong turned out from the shadow. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight forty-two chapter scriptures in Wei Xiaobao's hands all along, so he was not willing to watch him die.
It's a pity that he is alone, neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is inferior to him, and Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is obviously higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to pay attention to the movements of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie all the time, listen Seeing the content of the conversation between the two, they couldn't help jumping out with great joy.
Seeing the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that this little life was finally saved, and if they were caught by them and taken to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. It is not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, with a sluggish expression on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly mobilizing his true energy to attack the acupoints all over his body according to the acupuncture method in the Nine Yin Manual.
Suddenly, he smelled a sweet fragrance in his nostrils, and his heart moved. Song Qingshu opened his eyes, saw a light green skirt flickering in front of him, looked up, "So it's Youyou... oh no, Mrs. Yuan."
"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned slightly, thinking that he was hit in the vital part by Hong Antong's palm before, and was injured by the hands of the other two, she couldn't help but look worried.
"Thank you, Mrs. Yuan, for your concern. I just lose my true energy and won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned his back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing playfully, "I wonder if Miss Youyou asked you to come and see me."
Pink's face flushed, and seeing that he didn't pierce the window paper, Xia Qingqing pretended to be stupid and said, "Miss Youyou hates you so much, how could she come to see you again."
"Hey, after that day, Song and Miss Youyou may never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that it was Xia Qingqing's temporary guest appearance on that day in order to seduce Wei Xiaobao. Seeing the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was naturally charming and turned all sentient beings on her head disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" During the past two days alone, every time Xia Qingqing recalled the intimate and lingering scenes with him, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel agitated. Although they don't have real swords Chapter 68 Huang Liang Yimeng
The Blood Knife Patriarch's face became more and more ugly, he snorted coldly, and without saying a word, tied Wei Xiaobao and went back to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect, because he saw that the Blood Knife Patriarch immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.
"Old Ancestor, I think that kid is right." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.
"Then why don't we take him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The blood knife ancestor's eyes flickered.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy again. I'm afraid you and I are powerless." Sang Jie was hurt by Song Qingshu's sword piercing the Mahamudra aura last time. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.
"So what if I add the old man?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong turned out from the shadow. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight forty-two chapter scriptures in Wei Xiaobao's hands all along, so he was not willing to watch him die.
It's a pity that he is alone, neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is inferior to him, and Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is obviously higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to pay attention to the movements of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie all the time, listen Seeing the content of the conversation between the two, they couldn't help jumping out with great joy.
Seeing the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that this little life was finally saved, and if they were caught by them and taken to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. It is not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, with a sluggish expression on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly mobilizing his true energy to attack the acupoints all over his body according to the acupuncture method in the Nine Yin Manual.
Suddenly, he smelled a sweet fragrance in his nostrils, and his heart moved. Song Qingshu opened his eyes, saw a light green skirt flickering in front of him, looked up, "So it's Youyou... oh no, Mrs. Yuan."
"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned slightly, thinking that he was hit in the vital part by Hong Antong's palm before, and was injured by the hands of the other two, she couldn't help but look worried.
"Thank you, Mrs. Yuan, for your concern. I just lose my true energy and won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned his back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing playfully, "I wonder if Miss Youyou asked you to come and see me."
Pink's face flushed, and seeing that he didn't pierce the window paper, Xia Qingqing pretended to be stupid and said, "Miss Youyou hates you so much, how could she come to see you again."
"Hey, after that day, Song and Miss Youyou may never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that it was Xia Qingqing's temporary guest appearance on that day in order to seduce Wei Xiaobao. Seeing the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was naturally charming and turned all sentient beings on her head disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" During the past two days alone, every time Xia Qingqing recalled the intimate and lingering scenes with him, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel agitated. Although they don't have real swords Chapter 68 Huang Liang Yimeng
The Blood Knife Patriarch's face became more and more ugly, he snorted coldly, and without saying a word, tied Wei Xiaobao and went back to the camp.
Wei Xiaobao knew that his words had an effect, because he saw that the Blood Knife Patriarch immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.
"Old Ancestor, I think that kid is right." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.
"Then why don't we take him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The blood knife ancestor's eyes flickered.
"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I've been injured by Song Qingshu's sword energy again. I'm afraid you and I are powerless." Sang Jie was hurt by Song Qingshu's sword piercing the Mahamudra aura last time. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.
"So what if I add the old man?" With a long laugh, Hong Antong turned out from the shadow. It turned out that he had been coveting the eight forty-two chapter scriptures in Wei Xiaobao's hands all along, so he was not willing to watch him die.
It's a pity that he is alone, neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is inferior to him, and Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is obviously higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to pay attention to the movements of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie all the time, listen Seeing the content of the conversation between the two, they couldn't help jumping out with great joy.
Seeing the three old foxes whispering to each other, Wei Xiaobao let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that this little life was finally saved, and if they were caught by them and taken to Mongolia, he might not necessarily die. It is not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggle.
On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, with a sluggish expression on the surface, but in fact, he was secretly mobilizing his true energy to attack the acupoints all over his body according to the acupuncture method in the Nine Yin Manual.
Suddenly, he smelled a sweet fragrance in his nostrils, and his heart moved. Song Qingshu opened his eyes, saw a light green skirt flickering in front of him, looked up, "So it's Youyou... oh no, Mrs. Yuan."
"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned slightly, thinking that he was hit in the vital part by Hong Antong's palm before, and was injured by the hands of the other two, she couldn't help but look worried.
"Thank you, Mrs. Yuan, for your concern. I just lose my true energy and won't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned his back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing playfully, "I wonder if Miss Youyou asked you to come and see me."
Pink's face flushed, and seeing that he didn't pierce the window paper, Xia Qingqing pretended to be stupid and said, "Miss Youyou hates you so much, how could she come to see you again."
"Hey, after that day, Song and Miss Youyou may never see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that it was Xia Qingqing's temporary guest appearance on that day in order to seduce Wei Xiaobao. Seeing the dignified and generous Xia Qingqing now, Song Qingshu understood that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was naturally charming and turned all sentient beings on her head disappeared forever.
"Hmph!" During the past two days alone, every time Xia Qingqing recalled the intimate and lingering scenes with him, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel agitated. Although the two don't have real swords