Other World Game Jianghu

Song Yingzhu's treasure bag still contains the silver needles that she has not finished scattering.

It's also a silver needle, and it's about the same thickness as an embroidery needle. But the cost of this ordinary non-poisoned silver needle is much smaller than the three poison-contaminated soft needles she owns.

Picking out one, Zhu Biao stabbed Song Yingzhu Yuanqiu. Then his expression changed, and there was a drop of blood that looked like purple ink under the moonlight on the bright silver needle tip! Zhu Biao directly placed the silver needle on it.

In front of Song Yingzhu.

On the surface, there seems to be no change in color of the round mound, but who knows that there is another cave beneath the jade-like skin.

The blood has changed color, which proves that the poison of the poisonous needle is not just a toxin that makes the body weak, because such a single-function poison will not change the color of the blood.

There is only one thing that changes the color of flesh and blood - it is extremely poisonous, a poison that causes great harm to the human body itself.

"Well..." Song Yingzhu gasped.

Zhu Biao laid her whole body on the bluestone, knelt behind her, lowered his head and sucked on the needle eye of Yuan Qiu.

Song Yingzhu really couldn't feel the moistness of Yuanqiu, and the whole area was numb. If she could not react at all if a man did this to her, psychologically, it would be worse than the Demon Sect in the Central Plains Wulin.

It’s even more treacherous.

"Pfft..." After sucking for a full minute, Zhu Biao didn't dare to breathe back at all, and spit out all the black blood in a mouthful.

The discolored purple-ink blood was spit out, and when the wind blew the blood, Zhu Biao could still smell the aroma of the medicinal scent that he had smelled on the soft needle before. The two medicinal scents were exactly the same.

Song Yingzhu was silent. She really didn't know how to describe her feelings at this moment. Of course her hatred for Zhu Biao was still there, but it was certainly not as strong as before. There was even a different kind of feeling disturbing her.

heart.

Taking drugs to heal injuries, how many people in this world can do this for themselves? Song Yingzhu unconsciously compared her husband with Zhu Biao.

The senior brother is good at martial arts, has a high reputation, and is good-looking. He is also gentle to himself, good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is versatile. He is calm and generous in his dealings. He is the perfect ko Zhu Biao, but that feeling continues to bother her.

Four mouthfuls of poisonous blood. It was not until Song Yingzhu felt numbness and regained some consciousness that Zhu Biao saw the real bright red blood, and then the fifth mouthful.

He went to the stream and rinsed his mouth. I wish Biao's mouth was not numb, and his newly recovered internal energy was functioning normally, and he felt at ease. The toxin did not harm him, which also proved from another aspect that it was not so powerful that it was ridiculous.

the point.

When she walked to the bluestone, Song Yingzhu had already struggled to put down her yellow shirt and was thinking about getting off the ground.

Of course Zhu Biao knew what she wanted to do. He hugged her with his left arm and picked her up in the air regardless of Song Yingzhu's struggle again. With his right hand, he pulled up his trousers and skirt, and Song Yingzhu's struggle stopped.

"I don't have the idea of ​​​​taking the bow now, but if you keep twisting and turning and make me angry, then you can't blame me..."

The hard touch on the back of her buttocks made Song Yingzhu understand that Zhu Biao's words were true. Her whole body immediately felt trembling and stiff. Zhu Biao felt that even the soft skin on her waist was tense at this moment.

of.

"Hahahaha..." With a happy chuckle, Zhu Biao quickly pressed his fingers on several acupuncture points above and below Song Yingzhutan's central point, completely sealing off her internal energy, and then not giving the angry Song Yingzhu a chance to speak.

, he put her on his back. He held up her right and left round thighs with both hands, and with the tip of his toes, he flew down the stream like a big bird.

"gone--"

This open area is still a bit close to the cliff. Everything is fine, so we rush in and continue on our way. Zhu Biao will not stop until his inner strength is exhausted again.

In the early morning, Song Yingzhu opened her eyes amidst the chirping of birds in the forest. The first thing she saw was Zhu Biao sitting quietly on a big rock only a few feet away from her.

She gathered her energy and raised her body, taking advantage of the opportunity to take down Zhu Biao with one move. This was Song Yingzhu's first reaction and her first action. But she pushed her legs down, her butt was only half a foot off the ground, and she sat back down heavily. The body that used to be as light as a swallow is now out of reach.

She couldn't bring up any internal energy in her meridians.

"Zhu Biao, please unlock my acupuncture points. If I can raise my internal strength, you can come out of the mountain earlier. The plot of the group last night must be quite big. Royal nobles in Nanshan often come and go, and even the king It's possible for the prince to be the prince. Aren't you worried? Don't you want to make a great contribution? As long as you report this news, you will definitely make a great contribution.

I can swear to God that I will never trouble you again. Neither the Li family nor my father will trouble you. What happened last night is rotten in my stomach and I won’t tell anyone, I swear to God!"

Hungry and thirsty, with a flat belly, Song Yingzhu begged and said to Zhu Biao. When she squatted just now, she caught a smile on the corner of Zhu Biao's mouth. But now she really didn't even have the strength to be angry. .In his thirty-eight years of life, Song Yingzhu has never been so helpless as now.

"Then tell me, why are you following behind? It looks like you are not the same as the Jiang family..." Zhu Biao stood up and jumped off the stone. He was holding a cloth bag in his hand. The hem of his royal blue shirt was It was all torn off, and the contents inside were wild fruits he picked from nearby.

Zhu Biao himself did not eat wild fruits, but had a good meal early in the morning. Although the system's accounts had already entered a financial crunch stage, he was still very rich to pay for a breakfast at Hongbin Tower. But don't talk about this. It was for Song Yingzhu to eat. She couldn't even look at it. Otherwise, there would be no explanation and it wouldn't make sense.

"The hidden weapon, the one you used to kill five yellow-robed mages when you were defending the city in Huaiyuan, is the one you used last night. It can explode like a firecracker..."

Song Yingzhu was eating fruit in her mouth while confessing to Zhu Biao without reservation. There was no way around this problem, and there was nothing to hide.

Her father had noticed that kind of hidden weapon, and the court would definitely notice it, and sooner or later the news would spread.

"I don't know what the reason is for the Jiang family. Really. I discovered the Jiang family's men when I was watching your sentry, so I followed them all." It was obvious what he wanted to do, and Zhu Biao opened his mouth again. Opened. Song Yingzhu didn't need him to ask anymore, and took the initiative to explain.

"Who asked you to keep an eye on me? The Li family?"

"My dad, it's my dad. It's just for the hidden weapon formula——"

…………

"Hey, I've told you everything, please let me go..."

"Zhu Biao, Zhu Biao..."

"Can you still trap me for the rest of your life? My father, the Li family will not let you go, or do you want to kill me? Then kill me..."

"Pa. Be honest."

"You bastard……"

"Snapped--"

"ah……"

"If you don't behave honestly, I'll take off your pants and beat you -"

…

…

In the mountain forest in early winter, there were still hazes in the morning, and the sun did not shine on the valley. But the birds in the forest were already frightened and flew all the way. With Song Yingzhu on his back, Zhu Biao took a look at the northwest direction and ran quickly In the past. If my impression is correct, that direction has the most hunting grounds and royal gardens.

Looking up the mountain is like running to death. There are still dense woods at the foot of the mountain. The more Zhu Biao drives, the more annoyed he becomes. It will take at least noon to reach the hunting ground or the royal garden at this speed.

Now he really wants to put his wings on his back and fly directly into the sky!

In his anxiety, Zhu Biao's aura also changed. There was an invincible murderous aura in his majesty. This was the result of his experience on the battlefield.

There have always been a lot of wolves, insects, tigers and leopards in Nanshan. But as Zhu Biao walked along, the birds were startled and he didn't see a single tiger, leopard or mountain wolf without eyes coming to block his way.

"It seems too late..."

The sun was rising high, at least it was on time. Zhu Biao was covered in white energy as he walked quickly. His internal energy was exhausted and then recovered, recovered and exhausted again. Now it has been repeated. It was still because of the elixir in Song Yingzhu's treasure bag.

support.

Zhu Biao buried his head and just walked forward. Song Yingzhu stopped talking. She knew that she should not disturb or make trouble at this time. An irritable man is most likely to get angry. And Zhu Biao in anger is likely to make himself suffer.

Unconsciously, his head was held high from the beginning, and he slowly leaned on Zhu Biao's shoulders. He could smell the sweat emanating from Zhu Biao's neck with his breath.

This is a feeling that Li Haoran has never let her experience. Under the guidance of his father, the well-known Li Haoran has always been calm and unhurried in dealing with foreign objects. He will always be clean, dry, spotless, gentle as jade, and upright.

Cantabile.

Li Haoran is not a handsome and elegant young man, but he is like the most disciplined scholar in the academy. While he follows the rules for others, he also always follows the rules for himself.

Song Yingzhu leaned her head on Zhu Biao's shoulder, but she could still move left and right, so when Zhu Biao was busy on his way, she saw a line of police smoke rising due north-east.

Zhu Biao stopped and stared blankly in the direction of the rising police smoke. Judging from the distance, it should be the outskirts of Nanshan. He remembered that there was indeed a Wufeng Immortal Pavilion in the northeast. It was not the Royal Garden of the Wang family, but it was from Nanshan.

One of the eight scenic spots, there is also a beacon tower, which is less than thirty miles away from Bodaoling.

Police smoke, something happened...

Zhu Biao suddenly felt that he had no strength all over his body, and his legs were still sore and numb. He put Song Yingzhu down on the ground, and he sat on a stone and fell silent.

After a while he said, "Do you think I'm weird?"

"If you want to report the news, I just need to leave you alone last night and find a place to heal your internal injuries and regain your skills. After traveling all night, I will definitely be able to report the news this morning." Zhu Biao also felt that he was quite conflicted, so he raised his eyes and looked at Song Yingzhu.

Song Yingzhu nodded silently. Song Yingzhu still clearly remembered what she said to Zhu Biao early in the morning. In the situation at that time, Zhu Biao didn't look like a loyal minister of the imperial court, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to report the news. But then he was on his way.

As he hurried on, he became more and more devoted, and he looked like a die-hard loyalist of the imperial court.

"I don't have any idea about the imperial court. It doesn't matter who is the king, which family is sitting in the court...it's all the same. It doesn't matter whether his surname is Ji, Qin, Wang, Li, Zhao, it doesn't matter, as long as the people live well.

, as long as we continue to beat the barbarians, I don’t care..."

The face of King Han that looked exactly like the old dean appeared in Zhu Biao's mind, but it was just a resemblance, not reality.

"That group of people has huge plans, I know it very well. There are so many experts, and most of them are targeting the royal family, and they are important people. But so what? I have nothing to do with it. I just left the royal city yesterday afternoon

, I know that today the king will discuss military affairs with the Taiwei and the Minister of War, and my department will be involved. It is impossible for him to leave the palace today. The target is not the king, so it doesn't matter who dies.

And if the incident didn't happen today, it's not necessarily the case that they would have taken action today. It might have taken several days, or they might not have been able to find our bodies from under the cliff early this morning, so they retracted their claws in shock. Anyway,

It doesn’t take tomorrow for me to carry you on my back and you can still walk out of this mountain, and the news can still reach you, but it won’t affect the stability of my government and the public.

Therefore, this matter was like a foreign matter at that time, and it was nothing to do with me. At the same time, I did not need to rely on this matter to make meritorious deeds. I could make enough meritorious deeds on the battlefield.

At that time, you, to me, was a matter of real gain and loss, so..." (To be continued Piaotian Literature registered members recommend this work