1951. Chapter 1951 Extra Story: Beasts Without Borders [197]
When she was thinking this, Yan suddenly burst into laughter. As soon as the laughter broke into the sound of the zither, it was like soldiers and horses on both sides were fighting in close combat, and the sound of the roaring and fighting became more intense!
This is a battlefield! Although there are only two people fighting, it is like thousands of troops rushing past. The weapons collide and the men and horses roar. It is so heroic!
Hearing Nightmare's laughter, Song Yunshuang suddenly looked at him and frowned slightly. Apparently, the laughter also shocked him!
How could he fight with ordinary mortals if he didn't want to get into more entanglements?
Nightmare tiptoed a little, then turned over and came out. Suddenly there were two whooshing sounds, the broad sleeves and robe were slightly opened, two vines shot out, and several red flowers followed!
Two muffled groans sounded from the plum forest on the left and right sides, and then the vines retracted, and a young woman was tied up on each side.
Xiao Jin raised the corners of his lips slightly and said calmly: "Nan, you are a guest, how can you be so rude, let me go quickly."
The two young women raised their heads with rather arrogant expressions. They were as beautiful as flowers. They were indeed twin sisters and looked exactly the same. Unfortunately, both of them had their cheeks slightly scratched with red flowers.
Yan smiled, held up her chin, turned her back to Song Yunshuang, and asked: "One of these two is in red robe and the other is in black robe. Could it be that they are the red lotus and the ink lotus from Guangyao Palace?"
The woman in red wanted to speak, but when she saw Song Yunshuang's eyes sweeping over her, she suppressed her anger, lowered her head, and did not dare to say more words.
"Your Excellency Nightmare is really wise. These two useless girls make you laugh." Song Yunshuang said lightly, "Honglian and Mo Lian have met Your Excellency Nightmare and Xiao Jin."
The two sisters really look exactly the same. They are both seventeen or eighteen years old, but their abilities are already quite good. Judging from the sound of the flute and zheng just now, they are probably both Huang-level masters.
If you use the forbidden technique of Guangyao Palace, your strength may be even stronger.
Xiao Jin thought that being in Guangyao Hall was different from elsewhere. Outside, at such an age, even if he practiced every day without eating, drinking or sleeping, he would not be able to achieve such achievements.
Of course, a peerless genius like her is another matter.
When the two girls heard Song Yunshuang's instructions, they both struggled to salute Xiao Jin and Nightmare, but their hands were helplessly restrained by Nightmare's vines, so they could only stand awkwardly.
"Jin'er asked me to let you go, so I will let you go." Xiang said with a smile, and without seeing him make a move, the vines obediently crawled back into his sleeves, as if they had eyes.
"I've met Your Excellency Nightmare, I've met Your Excellency Xiao Jin!" The two of them bowed with humiliation and stood aside in silence, not daring to speak.
The nightmare tilted at them, and at the same time at Song Yunshuang, and said: "To use such trivial tricks to design us, Mr. Song, do you think I am as stupid as you?"
"I don't dare. Your Excellency Yan has misunderstood. Honglian and Molian are just here to add to the fun." Song Yunshuang said with a smile.
"Oh? Then what was the reason for the requiem and the requiem just now?" Nightmare asked lazily.
The two girls were horrified. They didn't expect that the secret skills they had practiced for many years would be seen through by this evil man at a glance.
Song Yunshuang was also nervous, but he had always been cunning and cunning, and could not express his emotions or anger, so others had no idea what he was thinking.
Xiao Jin was playing with the wine glass in his hand, listening to Yan questioning them, but he didn't say a word, as if he didn't care at all, just watching.
