Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 67: Tell the dead to live

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood spit out, if it weren't for Song Qingshu's magical power to protect the body, ordinary people would have their heart broken if they were hit by Hong Antong's solid punch.

Sang Jie and the ancestor of the blood knife also attacked, Song Qingshu just resisted a few moves, the ancestor of the blood knife was put on his neck.

"My life is over!" Song Qingshu's heart was chilled, and a picture of his head flying high flashed in his mind.

"Ding!" A hidden weapon hit the blood knife ancestor knife, and the three in the court were shocked, not because of how brilliant the shot was, but the hidden weapon was a golden snake cone!

Turning around questioningly, they saw that Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu were besieging Ku Mozhi, and there was no time to launch this hidden weapon...

"You don't need to look, I put the golden snake cone." Xia Qingqing Shi Shiran walked in. At this time, she changed the charm of all sentient beings. She only felt that she was very dignified in her eyes.

Sang Jie tapped his finger, restraining Song Qingshu's whole body, raising his head and wondering: "Why didn't Madam Yuan let me wait to kill him?"

"The concubine still has important things to ask him, thank you all for helping me catch him." Xia Qingqing put her hands on her right waist, bowed her knees and bowed a little, really polite.

Sang Jie and Hong Antong are okay. The former is a monk, and the latter has not been close to female **** for many years. The sweet wife in the family has no spare time to irrigate. Therefore, although the two appreciate her beauty, they have no extra thoughts.

The blood knife ancestor was different. Looking at the small willow waist that Xia Qingqing held when he was making a move, he couldn't wait to step forward and help her up. The greed in his eyes was fleeting, thinking of his martial arts husband, he secretly sighed: Still Look for other little ladies, the girl who pretended to be a woman just now is not bad.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, but she didn't expect that she saved her life in the end. Thinking of the tenderness of the two just now, she couldn't help but feel a sway.

Noticing his gaze, Xia Qingqing didn't know what was thinking, her pretty face couldn't help but flushed, pretending to turn her head to care about the battle situation on the other side, and no longer look at him.

Although Kumazhi was in a disadvantage, he still managed to parry, but when the corner of his eye noticed that Song Qingshu was badly wounded and captured, he couldn't help but feel chills, thinking that he would really want to see the Buddha if he wanted to fight again.

He quickly urged the flame knife to force Yuan Chengzhi and Murong Fu away, and jumped to Song Qingshu's place: "Song son, the poor monk is here to save you."

Sangjie and Hong Antong were shocked, and both fisted to meet Ku Mazhi in the air. However, Kumazhi was originally a false move. This palm looked terrifying, but in fact, there was no half of the strength. When he contacted Sangjie and Hong Antong, with the help of the two, his body smashed through the side window like lightning. Disappearing in the night sky, no one thought of this change. Yuan Chengzhi and others cared about his martial arts, and no one wanted to continue chasing him.

"Master Wei, Master Song, poor monks go back and invite more masters, and they will come to rescue you." Jiu Chapter 67 tells the dead about the ability to live

Mo Zhi's voice floated far away.

"Your companion is really loyal." Xia Qingqing stood beside Song Qingshu with a sneer.

"Unexpectedly, traveling all the way for many days is not as good as the friendship with the girl for a while." Song Qingshu sighed, "Qingqing Zijin, care about my heart, what a faint girl, I should have thought of it long ago."

When Wei Xiaobao saw that something was wrong, he quickly changed his face: "Master Hong, forever enjoy the good fortune, and the longevity is the same as the sky!"

"Blood Blade Master Wen Chengwu De..."

"Teacher you Zepi the common people..."

There was an incoherent flattery, and seeing everyone just sneered, Wei Xiaobao sighed: "Hey, his grandfather, I am planted today. If you want to kill you, you must be a good guy. Sixteen years later, he will be a good guy!"

"Didn't you people from the Central Plains say,'Are you a good man again in eighteen years?" Sang Jie thought he had remembered it wrong, and looked at his companion suspiciously.

"Your grandfather, I think eighteen years are too long. I want to come out two years earlier." Wei Xiaobao glared, thinking that he couldn't escape anyway, and he hardened his breath.

"Everyone, the officers and soldiers outside the city will arrive in a moment. 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 anymore. Don't live here." Murong Fu clasped his fists in his hands, but thought in his heart. Originally, the Golden Snake King, the godlong leader, the blood knife sect master, and the master Sangjie are all powerful. It might be helpful to your own revival. It's a pity that they robbed and killed Wei Xiaobao, the most favored emperor of the Qing Dynasty. I am afraid that they will usher in tragic revenge. I still don't want to go to this muddy water. It is unwise to offend the Qing Dynasty...

"Nan Murong is indeed well-deserved. It is so comforting for Yuan to fight side by side with Mr. Murong." Just now the two teamed up to deal with Ku Mozhi. Yuan Chengzhi admired his martial arts profoundness and exquisiteness.

"Cousin, Song Gongzi..." Wang Yuyan pulled Murong Fu's sleeves and looked at Song Qingshu, who was looking languid, with worry in his eyes.

"Thank you Ms. Wang for your concern. Song won't be able to die for a while. You don't care about me. I believe that the thief God, since he got me into this world, won't let me die so easily, hahaha..." Song Qingshu spit out blood, and his laughter was full of desolation.

It turned out that Song Qingshu knew the essence of Murong Fu's advantage and avoidance. With so many masters on the scene, it was impossible for him to rescue him. It is estimated that he would end up with a large set of high-sounding reasons and tactfully refuse.

Why should I listen to the hypocritical words and be disgusted when I die...

"For more than a few days, Song Gongzi is still so open-minded... Cousin, this is not a place to stay for a long time, let's go." Murong Fu took Wang Yuyan and disappeared at the entrance of the inn.

"Miss Wang, wait for me." Duan Yu hurried to catch up.

Song Qingshu and Wei Xiaobao were **** by Wuhuada and thrown into a carriage

Among them, a group of people hurried out of the city.

When Duolong led the team to the Lichunyuan and looked at the guards lying on the ground, Wei Xiaobao had disappeared, and his face was pale, and he ordered: "Get me out of the city to chase!"

Yuan Chengzhi and his party were well prepared. After disguising themselves, the escape route was very tortuous, and they quickly got rid of the chasing soldiers.

When stopping to rest at noon one day, the blood knife ancestor gave Wei Xiaobao a fierce look, then turned his head and said to Yuan Chengzhi: "Golden Snake King, why didn't you kill this kid with a single knife, and have to take him to escape?"

The blood knife ancestor and Sangjie were able to leave after they left Yangzhou. They were only afraid that Wei Xiaobao would be rescued again, causing the mission to fail, so they followed Yuan Chengzhi and his party all the way. However, the hiding in the past few days has made them quite impatient. The blood knife ancestor finally asked out loud.

"Yuan intends to bring this dog official back to the Golden Snake Camp and invite the leaders of the rebel army in Shandong to come and kill him to sacrifice the flag together, so as to strengthen the momentum of the rebel army in Shandong." Yuan Chengzhi thought of the life of the rebel army since Kangxi came to power. More and more sad, the morale of the rebels in recent years has been somewhat low, and they have long lost the spirit of the year. I hope that by killing an emperor's confidant and beloved general, he can cheer up the hearts of the people.

Wei Xiaobao's heart was chilled when he listened to him, thinking: his grandfather's, this little black face looks loyal and honest, how can he be so cruel and cruel, and he will have to be smashed by a thousand swords when he goes back with him. On the contrary, it is this fierce blood knife ancestor...

With a sharp turn in his eyes, he immediately came to his heart and shouted: "Oh, I want to pee."

The blood knife ancestor just walked up to him and said impatiently: "I pee into my crotch."

Wei Xiaobao showed a flattering smile: "Of course it doesn't matter to me. It's just that the urine underneath is fishy and nasty, which inevitably disturbs your ancestors' interest in eating."

"Unlucky!" The blood knife ancestor threw the biscuits aside, lifted him to a place ten meters away, and untied the rope on his body, "Hey, hurry up, if your kid dares to run, I will choose the ancestor. Break your hamstrings."

"Hey, how dare you, in fact, Xiaobao just wants to talk to you, ancestor." Wei Xiaobao smiled and looked at him, what was the appearance of urinary urgency before.

"What can I say to you." The blood knife ancestor turned his head disdainfully.

"Old ancestor, do you think that you have completed the task even if I die?" Wei Xiaobao asked instead, disregarding it.

"Naturally, so you should hurry up and die." The ancestor of the blood knife glared at him fiercely.

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous." Wei Xiaobao shook his head and looked at him with compassion.

The ancestor of the blood knife was staring straight at him and couldn't help asking, "What are you laughing at."

"I laughed at you and that lama as a fool. Big tortoise egg. You became a thug in vain, but didn't even get a fart." Wei Xiaobao glanced at him contemptuously.

"Chapter Sixty-seventh You Will Tell the Dead About the Ability to Live

The kid doesn't have to provoke the discord," the blood knife ancestor smiled, "the ancestor eats more salt than your kid eats. "

"That Yuan Chengzhi is nothing. He killed me to win the support of the Shandong Rebels and increase his prestige. What good can I do for you if I die?" Wei Xiaobao asked with a sneer.

"How could it be no good," said the ancestor of the blood knife. "The Seventh Prince wanted you to die. We have the same purpose as Yuan Chengzhi, and we only get what we need."

"It's a good one to get what you need," Wei Xiaobao sneered. "What is the purpose of your prince who wants me to die? Where are we now?"

"Naturally I want to get rid of Kangxi's right-hand man, hey! No!..." The blood knife ancestor was shocked, and realized that the Seventh Prince was actually mainly to destroy the alliance between the Manchus and the Song State, and killed Wei Xiaobao and Song State in the Song State. There are indispensable relations, the envoys are all dead, naturally there is no way to talk about the covenant, Kangxi might even go to war with Song State under his anger, and inquire about crimes.

But now Wei Xiaobao has already left the Song Realm and is in the Manchu Qing Dynasty!

"Huh, it's okay to break Kangxi's arm." The blood knife ancestor still insisted on himself.

"Hey, although it's a bit embarrassing to say, I still have to confess, I, Wei Xiaobao, besides slacking his beard and horses, embezzling and accepting bribes, what else can I do? What kind of arm of the emperor's old man?" Wei Xiaobao said bitterly, " If you really let me die, you won’t be able to get ahead under the Seventh Prince in the future."

The blood knife ancestor was bluffed: "How is it possible!"

"Think about it. In the eyes of the Seven Princes, you failed to kill me in the Song Kingdom. This is incompetent; you later caught me, but didn't bring me back to Mongolia, and used the opportunity to threaten our emperor. Let other people kill me, this is brainless; such an incompetent and brainless person, how can the Seventh Prince rest assured to use you again?" Wei Xiaobao's smile became more and more treacherous. Chapter 68 The Yellow Beam and a Dream

The blood knife ancestor's face became more and more ugly, and he snorted and didn't say much, and he tied Wei Xiaobao and returned to the camp.

Wei Xiaobao knew that his words worked, because he saw the blood knife ancestor immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.

"Ancestor, I think that kid is reasonable." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.

"Then how about we catch him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The **** knife ancestor's eyes flashed.

"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I'm hurt by Song Qingshu's sword aura again. I'm afraid you and I are not strong enough." The last time Song Qingshu pierced the big mudra aura with a sword, Sangjie had already suffered a lot. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.

"What about 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 chapters in Wei Xiaobao's hand, so he wouldn't want to watch him die.

It's a pity that he is lonely and widowed. Neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is under him. Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is significantly higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to always pay attention to the movement of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie, listen. When they reached the content of their conversation, they couldn't help but jump out of joy.

Watching the three old foxes whispering to each other there, Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that this little life was finally saved. If they were caught in Mongolia, they might not die. Maybe then they will be so clever and let the Mongolian tongue. It's not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggled.

On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, and on the surface looked wilted, but in fact secretly lucked out Zhen Qi and started to hit the acupuncture points all over his body according to the method of relieving acupoints in the Jiuyin Scripture.

Suddenly there was a faint sweet fragrance in his nose. With a movement in his heart, Song Qingshu opened his eyes, and saw a light green skirt dangling in front of him. He looked up, "It turns out that it is faint... Oh no, Mrs. Yuan."

"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned lightly, thinking that he was hit by Hong Antong's hand before and was injured in the hands of the other two, and she couldn't help but look worried.

"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. I'm just fainted and can't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a playful expression, "I don't know if Girl Youyou asked you to see me."

The pink face blushed. Seeing that he hadn't punctured that layer of window paper, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to pretend to be dumb: "Girl Youyou hates you so much, how can she come to see you again."

"Hey, goodbye that day, I'm afraid there will be no time for Song and Youyou to see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that that day was only Xia Qingqing's temporary cameo in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at Xia Qingqing, who is now dignified and generous, Song Qingshu understands that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was born to be charming and upside down all living beings has disappeared forever.

"Humph!" During the two days of being alone, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel stunned every time she recalled the scene of intimate lingering with him in her mind. Although the two don't have real swords Chapter 68 Huang Liang Yi Meng

The blood knife ancestor's face became more and more ugly, and he snorted and didn't say much, and he tied Wei Xiaobao and returned to the camp.

Wei Xiaobao knew that his words worked, because he saw the blood knife ancestor immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.

"Ancestor, I think that kid is reasonable." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.

"Then how about we catch him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The **** knife ancestor's eyes flashed.

"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I'm hurt by Song Qingshu's sword aura again. I'm afraid you and I are not strong enough." The last time Song Qingshu pierced the big mudra aura with a sword, Sangjie had already suffered a lot. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.

"What about 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 chapters in Wei Xiaobao's hand, so he wouldn't want to watch him die.

It's a pity that he is lonely and widowed. Neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is under him. Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is significantly higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to always pay attention to the movement of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie, listen. When they reached the content of their conversation, they couldn't help but jump out of joy.

Watching the three old foxes whispering to each other there, Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that this little life was finally saved. If they were caught in Mongolia, they might not die. Maybe then they will be so clever and let the Mongolian tongue. It's not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggled.

On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, and on the surface looked wilted, but in fact secretly lucked out Zhen Qi and started to hit the acupuncture points all over his body according to the method of relieving acupoints in the Jiuyin Scripture.

Suddenly there was a faint sweet fragrance in his nose. With a movement in his heart, Song Qingshu opened his eyes, and saw a light green skirt dangling in front of him. He looked up, "It turns out that it is faint... Oh no, Mrs. Yuan."

"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned lightly, thinking that he was hit by Hong Antong's hand before and was injured in the hands of the other two, and she couldn't help but look worried.

"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. I'm just fainted and can't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a playful expression, "I don't know if Girl Youyou asked you to see me."

The pink face blushed. Seeing that he hadn't punctured that layer of window paper, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to pretend to be dumb: "Girl Youyou hates you so much, how can she come to see you again."

"Hey, goodbye that day, I'm afraid there will be no time for Song and Youyou to see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that that day was only Xia Qingqing's temporary cameo in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at Xia Qingqing, who is now dignified and generous, Song Qingshu understands that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was born to be charming and upside down all living beings has disappeared forever.

"Humph!" During the two days of being alone, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel stunned every time she recalled the scene of intimate lingering with him in her mind. Although the two don't have real swords Chapter 68 Huang Liang Yi Meng

The blood knife ancestor's face became more and more ugly, and he snorted and didn't say much, and he tied Wei Xiaobao and returned to the camp.

Wei Xiaobao knew that his words worked, because he saw the blood knife ancestor immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.

"Ancestor, I think that kid is reasonable." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.

"Then how about we catch him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The **** knife ancestor's eyes flashed.

"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I'm hurt by Song Qingshu's sword aura again. I'm afraid you and I are not strong enough." The last time Song Qingshu pierced the big mudra aura with a sword, Sangjie had already suffered a lot. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.

"What about 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 chapters in Wei Xiaobao's hand, so he wouldn't want to watch him die.

It's a pity that he is lonely and widowed. Neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is under him. Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is significantly higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to always pay attention to the movement of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie, listen. When they reached the content of their conversation, they couldn't help but jump out of joy.

Watching the three old foxes whispering to each other there, Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that this little life was finally saved. If they were caught in Mongolia, they might not die. Maybe then they will be so clever and let the Mongolian tongue. It's not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggled.

On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, and on the surface looked wilted, but in fact secretly lucked out Zhen Qi and started to hit the acupuncture points all over his body according to the method of relieving acupoints in the Jiuyin Scripture.

Suddenly there was a faint sweet fragrance in his nose. With a movement in his heart, Song Qingshu opened his eyes, and saw a light green skirt dangling in front of him. He looked up, "It turns out that it is faint... Oh no, Mrs. Yuan."

"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned lightly, thinking that he was hit by Hong Antong's hand before and was injured in the hands of the other two, and she couldn't help but look worried.

"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. I'm just fainted and can't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a playful expression, "I don't know if Girl Youyou asked you to see me."

The pink face blushed. Seeing that he hadn't punctured that layer of window paper, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to pretend to be dumb: "Girl Youyou hates you so much, how can she come to see you again."

"Hey, goodbye that day, I'm afraid there will be no time for Song and Youyou to see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that that day was only Xia Qingqing's temporary cameo in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at Xia Qingqing, who is now dignified and generous, Song Qingshu understands that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was born to be charming and upside down all living beings has disappeared forever.

"Humph!" During the two days of being alone, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel stunned every time she recalled the scene of intimate lingering with him in her mind. Although the two don't have real swords Chapter 68 Huang Liang Yi Meng

The blood knife ancestor's face became more and more ugly, and he snorted and didn't say much, and he tied Wei Xiaobao and returned to the camp.

Wei Xiaobao knew that his words worked, because he saw the blood knife ancestor immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.

"Ancestor, I think that kid is reasonable." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.

"Then how about we catch him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The **** knife ancestor's eyes flashed.

"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I'm hurt by Song Qingshu's sword aura again. I'm afraid you and I are not strong enough." The last time Song Qingshu pierced the big mudra aura with a sword, Sangjie had already suffered a lot. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.

"What about 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 chapters in Wei Xiaobao's hand, so he wouldn't want to watch him die.

It's a pity that he is lonely and widowed. Neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is under him. Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is significantly higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to always pay attention to the movement of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie, listen. When they reached the content of their conversation, they couldn't help but jump out of joy.

Watching the three old foxes whispering to each other there, Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that this little life was finally saved. If they were caught in Mongolia, they might not die. Maybe then they will be so clever and let the Mongolian tongue. It's not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggled.

On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, and on the surface looked wilted, but in fact secretly lucked out Zhen Qi and started to hit the acupuncture points all over his body according to the method of relieving acupoints in the Jiuyin Scripture.

Suddenly there was a faint sweet fragrance in his nose. With a movement in his heart, Song Qingshu opened his eyes, and saw a light green skirt dangling in front of him. He looked up, "It turns out that it is faint... Oh no, Mrs. Yuan."

"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned lightly, thinking that he was hit by Hong Antong's hand before and was injured in the hands of the other two, and she couldn't help but look worried.

"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. I'm just fainted and can't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a playful expression, "I don't know if Girl Youyou asked you to see me."

The pink face blushed. Seeing that he hadn't punctured that layer of window paper, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to pretend to be dumb: "Girl Youyou hates you so much, how can she come to see you again."

"Hey, goodbye that day, I'm afraid there will be no time for Song and Youyou to see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that that day was only Xia Qingqing's temporary cameo in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at Xia Qingqing, who is now dignified and generous, Song Qingshu understands that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was born to be charming and upside down all living beings has disappeared forever.

"Humph!" During the two days of being alone, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel stunned every time she recalled the scene of intimate lingering with him in her mind. Although the two don't have real swords Chapter 68 Huang Liang Yi Meng

The blood knife ancestor's face became more and more ugly, and he snorted and didn't say much, and he tied Wei Xiaobao and returned to the camp.

Wei Xiaobao knew that his words worked, because he saw the blood knife ancestor immediately found Sang Jie, and the two pointed and whispered to each other.

"Ancestor, I think that kid is reasonable." Sang Jie's expression was uncertain.

"Then how about we catch him back to the Mongolian grassland?" The **** knife ancestor's eyes flashed.

"It's just that Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is too high, and now I'm hurt by Song Qingshu's sword aura again. I'm afraid you and I are not strong enough." The last time Song Qingshu pierced the big mudra aura with a sword, Sangjie had already suffered a lot. His internal injuries have always been under pressure.

"What about 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 chapters in Wei Xiaobao's hand, so he wouldn't want to watch him die.

It's a pity that he is lonely and widowed. Neither the blood knife ancestor nor Sang Jie is under him. Yuan Chengzhi's martial arts is significantly higher than him, so he dare not act rashly for a while, so he has to always pay attention to the movement of the blood knife ancestor and Sang Jie, listen. When they reached the content of their conversation, they couldn't help but jump out of joy.

Watching the three old foxes whispering to each other there, Wei Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that this little life was finally saved. If they were caught in Mongolia, they might not die. Maybe then they will be so clever and let the Mongolian tongue. It's not impossible for the prince to let himself go... Thinking of the beauty, Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but giggled.

On the other side, Song Qingshu was tied to a temporary pillar, and on the surface looked wilted, but in fact secretly lucked out Zhen Qi and started to hit the acupuncture points all over his body according to the method of relieving acupoints in the Jiuyin Scripture.

Suddenly there was a faint sweet fragrance in his nose. With a movement in his heart, Song Qingshu opened his eyes, and saw a light green skirt dangling in front of him. He looked up, "It turns out that it is faint... Oh no, Mrs. Yuan."

"How's your injury?" Xia Qingqing frowned lightly, thinking that he was hit by Hong Antong's hand before and was injured in the hands of the other two, and she couldn't help but look worried.

"Thank you for your concern, Madam Yuan. I'm just fainted and can't die for a while." Song Qingshu leaned back on the pillar and looked at Xia Qingqing with a playful expression, "I don't know if Girl Youyou asked you to see me."

The pink face blushed. Seeing that he hadn't punctured that layer of window paper, Xia Qingqing took the opportunity to pretend to be dumb: "Girl Youyou hates you so much, how can she come to see you again."

"Hey, goodbye that day, I'm afraid there will be no time for Song and Youyou to see each other again." Song Qingshu understood that that day was only Xia Qingqing's temporary cameo in order to lure Wei Xiaobao. Looking at Xia Qingqing, who is now dignified and generous, Song Qingshu understands that the famous Yangzhou prostitute who was born to be charming and upside down all living beings has disappeared forever.

"Humph!" During the two days of being alone, Xia Qingqing couldn't help but feel stunned every time she recalled the scene of intimate lingering with him in her mind. Although the two of them don't have real swords