Watch Out! Danger Ahead

"High energy ahead (

After losing the blessings of the cultivation base, the difference in the strength of men and women has become apparent.

Not to mention that what Song Qingxiao faced was a corpse who didn't know the pain, fear, and exhaustion.

It was very difficult for her to win, and her whole body was scarred.

Even the invulnerable and invulnerable emperor silkworm clothing that Yun was bought from the Yunjin Baoyifang at a great price that day was also caught, which made her look extremely embarrassed.

"I don't know." The woman holding the cat was instinctively afraid of her.

Song Qingxiao looked very weak at the moment, but her eyes were very sharp, with an involuntary domineering attitude, which made her subconsciously lower her voice:

"Perhaps there is a surplus of food."

"Impossible!" Song Qing denied her words in a cold voice. She looked terrible, but her aura did not lose the slightest bit to a few women, and even completely overwhelmed them:

"After you finish eating, go and see if there is anyone else next door."

"You, don't you want to eat?"

Hearing the meaning of her words, the youngest Jianer shrank hard and asked her.

Song Qing turned her face slightly, and there was a vanity mirror in the distance. Since she entered the boathouse, the boathouse was shrouded in fear after she killed the man due to a disturbance.

The five women who originally lived in the boat lost their desire to dress up, and the mirror seemed to have been cast a shadow.

At this moment she was sitting on top of the corpse, her hazy shadow reflected in the gray mirror.

Even if the photos weren't very clear, Song Qingxiao could see her extremely awful figure.

Her cheeks were lifeless gray and white, and the darkening and dark circles of her eyes became more and more accentuated.

I haven't slept for several nights, and my eyes are bloodshot.

In just a few days, her body was almost sunken.

The torn clothes hung empty above her arms, wrapping her arms and legs as thin as reeds.

Only her eyes were cold and surprisingly bright. When she looked at herself in the mirror, the image in the mirror shrank obviously.

"Don't eat."

She looked at herself in the mirror and responded lightly.

The moment the figure in the mirror heard her talk, there was a twist on his face, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with her answer.

"but--"

The youngest woman gave her a peek, "Your face is ugly."

She hadn't used the porridge for many days, which made her lips dry and cracked. When she spoke, her fragile lips cracked open, bleeding beads, and squeezed out along the corners of her mouth.

"You, do you still have the strength?" She asked, holding a bowl of porridge, her eyes flickering.

When the others heard her, they stopped their porridge and listened.

Song Qingxiao still hung his head, panting quickly, but when he heard her words, he lifted his eyelids and his eyes were sharp:

"You can try it."

‘Huh—huh—’

When she spoke, she panted very hard, her elbows resting on her separated knees, her hands drooping, but the hand holding the ice dagger was tightly held.

The dagger was actually melting, and water was dripping down ‘tickly’.

But for some reason, when Song Qingxiao was staring at it with such a gaze, that Jianer actually shrank, showing fear.

She dare not provoke Song Qingxiao!

She was very weak at this time, but she exuded an unusually dangerous aura, like a fierce and fierce beast, revealing a terrifying murderous intent.

‘Guru! Grunt. ’

The sound of drinking the broth reverberated, and the temptation of the youngest woman was deterred by Song Qingxiao's gaze, and finally flinched and feared.

It's just that Song Qing is careful to know that this is just the beginning, not the end.

This journey of time a hundred years ago does not know when it will end, and the real test is yet to come.

As her strength weakens and the evil corpse grows stronger, the temptations of these women after eating and drinking will become more frequent, which means that a more serious crisis is yet to come.

The most serious is not only that.

The external threat is fine, but in her heart, there seems to be another ‘will’. After the environment is getting worse, she begins to attack her state of mind, trying to influence her will.

Song Qing's gaze turned towards the bronze mirror again, and the ‘human’ gaze in the mirror was facing her, seemingly cringe and resentful.

She curled her mouth coldly and saw the blood seeping out from the cracked skin, which was greedily licked by the ‘Song Qingxiao’ in the mirror.

Immediately after she didn't say a word, after resting for a while, she stretched her leg and hooked, hooked a wooden stool placed on the side of the bed, and slapped it down.

‘Bah! ’

The palm of his hand smashed onto the wooden stool, and there was a muffled noise.

If it were in the past, with her strength, not only the wooden stool will shatter with this palm, but also a big hole in the hull of the ship.

But at this time, after her strength weakened, the palm fell, and the stool just made a sound of being beaten.

When the force came back, her palms and arms were abnormally sore.

Several women who were drinking the soup were frightened when they heard the movement, and under the shaking of their hands, the bowl they were holding almost fell out.

‘Hey! ’

After Song Qing Xiaoyi found that the stool couldn't be broken, he lifted it up and squeezed it down to the ground forcefully.

‘Boom—’

The boathouse was hit hard, and after being hit by a stool on the wooden board, a deep mark was left.

The hull swayed more and more, and several women sitting and drinking the soup were so shocked that they stared at Song Qingxiao's behavior secretly.

Song Qingxiao ignored them. After accumulating strength for a while, he raised the stool and slammed it to the ground again.

‘Hey! ’

"girl--"

Now the women couldn't sit still, even the woman holding the cat showed fear on her face, and she hurriedly stopped:

"Such a big movement may attract other people--"

Song Qingxiao did not speak, and then lifted the stool and threw it on the ground.

‘Hey!哐!哐! ’

Every time it hits, the hull shakes vigorously, leaving a deep gravure on the ground.

The wooden planks in the boathouse broke under the impact of gravity, and the women holding the bowls burst into tears, like ants on a hot pan, but no one dared to stop them.

After smashing it a few times, the stool finally broke apart. Song Qingxiao picked up one of the stool legs and shaved it down with the ice blade in his hand.

The ice blade has been greatly reduced in power, but the remaining ice power on it is enough to cut the wood.

While the sawdust was flying, an odd-shaped wooden dagger quickly emerged.

Jian'er blocked her face with a bowl and secretly exchanged glances with others.

After a few seconds, the sound of ‘gulu, gulu’ drinking soup sounded again, and everyone seemed to be calm again for a while.

The ice blade melted faster, and the water dripped down Song Qing's small fingers, soaking the wooden dagger.

After losing the spiritual power of the protective body, her fingers were flushed with cold, and she was in a posture of disobedience.

However, Song Qing's eyes were focused, and his arms resisting numbness, he pinned the wooden dagger with thinner and thinner icy blades, and polished it as sharp as possible.

I don't know how long it took, the ice blade was already as thin as paper, and under her pinch, it broke with a ‘click’, and finally turned into a stream of water seeping into the wooden dagger.

Song Qingxiao raised his head and barely grabbed the dagger with his frozen hands, and looked up to look at the others.

They had finished drinking the porridge and were staring at her with a weird look. After seeing her gaze, they did not dare to look at her, and turned their heads away in a hurry.

Five women and one cat all ate, but the complexions of several women seemed worse than before they ate.

'Meow. The white cat's fur was not as smooth as when Song Qingxiao saw it the first day, and his eyes no longer showed vigilance.

Seeing Song Qingxiao's eyes fall on it, the cat that was afraid of seeing her for the first time grinned and issued a warning sound of ‘ha’.

"you."

Song Qingxiao ignored the white cat who was breathing at him, reached out to the woman named Juan'er, and instructed her: "Go to the boathouse next door to see if there are any other people. You must look at the boathouses. I didn't come back until I saw someone."

"Come here to deal with the corpse," these short words made her feel like she couldn't breathe.

Halfway through the conversation, he paused for a moment, and after a few breaths, he continued:

"Finally, get water to wash away the blood."

The blood on the ground has grown more and more, almost spreading half a boathouse.

There was too much movement during the killing today, and even the bed she was lying on was stained with a lot of blood, looking shocked.

Several people looked at each other after hearing her instructions.

Song Qing Xiaoyi shook the dagger in his hands, raised his head slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes, the few women were suddenly afraid, obediently stood up, and acted according to her instructions.

Juan'er went out crying, and the woman holding the cat carefully moved over to move her head that was chopped off to the ground.

Today's battle is fierce, and the ground and the beds are full of crumbs of flesh and blood, with a touch of corpse aura.

"You, why bother--"

The woman holding the cat lifted the head that had been smashed, and looked at Song Qing with a complicated expression:

"We women, why bother so desperately," she said in a low voice, as if to persuade her:

"Women are inferior to men. They just need to be beautiful and to please the king. Naturally, there will be endless glory and wealth, and even the family of Fuze—"

When she spoke, she touched the cat in her arms:

"Appearance and appearance are the biggest advantages of a woman." When she said this, she looked at Song Qingxiao, as if she had some regrets and sympathy for her embarrassed appearance at this time:

"You are also good-looking. With your original appearance, if you want to fight for favor, the king will definitely favor you. If you have a request, you will even send soldiers to protect you. Why do you need to work so hard?"

Among the few people, she seemed to be the closest to Song Qingxiao, and she said this with a heart-warming expression.

But after she finished speaking, Song Qingxiao raised her head and glanced at her, her eyes clear.

The woman's tone was changing. She clearly remembered that when she first entered the boathouse, when the woman holding the cat mentioned Li Guochao, she obviously didn't have much respect, and even called her by name.

However, after only a few days of work, it seemed as if he had been domesticated, he had already verbally called ‘the king’, and his tone was submissive.

She stretched out her hand to touch the cat in the woman's arms, but the woman was extremely vigilant and took a big step back in her arms, showing a defensive look.

"You said it as if you were describing your cat."

Song Qing's small hand rushed to the air, and finally dropped weakly, resting on the side of her leg.

She smiled, staring at the woman with the head in one hand and the white cat in the other:

"You don't need to think, you don't need to work hard. It's enough just to fawn and fight for favor and beg for a meal."

The woman holding the cat was stunned for a moment, her face pale.

"But such a price is too heavy, it's not worth it." She raised her eyes to look at the dazed-looking catwoman: "Compared to being charity, I prefer to take it myself for what I want."

She paused:

"In this way, I hold it tighter, and others can't take it away."

Having said that, she stepped on the corpse under her feet and rubbed it against the planks of the boathouse, making a creaking sound:

"Without the protection of soldiers, I can kill him and save my life."

She added a sentence and gently lifted the dagger in her hand:

"I never give up easily."

"..."

The woman holding the cat shrank her pupils and bit her lower lip firmly, as if she had been greatly stimulated by what she said. She even took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling violently, like I want to try my best to calm my inner emotions.

"You, aren't you scared?"

"I'm afraid." Song Qing nodded slightly, not concealing her inner thoughts:

"But the more scared I am, the more I will remind myself to be stronger and not to relax in order to better protect myself."

A bright color flashed in the eyes of the woman holding the cat~www.wuxiaspot.com~, but soon it seemed to dim again.

Song Qing's words were extremely stimulating to her. She was silent for a long time before she staggered and lifted her head out.

The other women heard the conversation between the two, and they were quiet for a while before they worked together to lift the corpse out and throw it into the river.

Everyone has been doing this for a few days, and no longer has the same fear as at the beginning.

About a quarter of an hour later, when everyone was taking the brush to wash the cabin, Juan'er came back pale:

"The boathouses on the left and right are empty. I walked several boats before I saw the figure."

The war has been going on for several days, and the army is short of food, but the women have received more than one day of meals in recent days.

Reminiscent of the empty boathouses around, the women had a bad feeling, and they looked very ugly when they heard this.

About a quarter of an hour later, when everyone was taking the brush to wash the cabin, Juan'er came back pale:

"The boathouses on the left and right are empty. I walked several boats before I saw the figure."

The war has been going on for several days, and the army is short of food, but the women have received more than one day of meals in recent days.

Reminiscent of the empty boathouses around, the women had a bad feeling, and they looked very ugly when they heard this.

About a quarter of an hour later, when everyone was taking the brush to wash the cabin, Juan'er came back pale:

"The boathouses on the left and right are empty. I walked several boats before I saw the figure."

The war has been going on for several days, and the army is short of food, but the women have received more than one day of meals in recent days.

Reminiscent of the empty boathouses around, the women had a bad feeling, and they looked very ugly when they heard this.