Xiao Wei's heart trembled, and he took a few steps back and shouted: "Who is that?"
Just as he was about to counterattack, the two gleaming swords sheathed, and two dilapidated coffins leaped over.
By the time Xiao Wei ducked out of the way, Song Qinghuan's master and servant had already been swept away. There was no one left in the room, except for a gray nose.
He was so angry that veins popped out on his forehead, and he said angrily: "Damn it, who is he?"
Song Qinghuan didn't even see clearly how the two masked men in black moved, so he was violently carried on his shoulders and bumped wildly.
It was almost dusk when she was taken away by Rushuang. By this time, the moon was at the top of the sky, and she was already so hungry that her chest was touching her back.
He also asked someone to carry it on his shoulders and jumped a few times, which made his stomach churn. He hugged the person's waist and retched violently.
The man in black who was originally carrying Song Qinghuan and running all the way was stunned for a moment when he heard the noise. Then he jumped a few more times to confirm that Xiao Wei's people could not keep up. Then he threw him to the ground in disgust and swept him away in disgust.
Scan your body for dirt.
Song Qinghuan was freed from the man's shoulder, and before she could feel better, she fell into the mud again. She stretched out her hand to grab it and didn't know what it was, but felt sticky and disgusting.
Then he said angrily: "What's wrong with you? Are you saving people or killing people?"
The moon finally came out after being covered by dark clouds for most of the day. Song Qinghuan looked at the weak moonlight and tried to see what was on his hand, but couldn't see anything. He had no choice but to put it to the tip of his nose and sniff it. At that moment, he couldn't help but retched.
The man in black took several steps back, held his sword in front of him, and warned: "Don't come over here, or I will leave you here."
Song Qinghuan got into mischief and heard the sound before he could act. He felt that it was very familiar, but he couldn't believe it. He blinked hard and asked uncertainly: "Uncle Jiu? Is that you?"
As he spoke, he struggled to stand up and take a step forward.
She also raised her hand, and Xiao Ci subconsciously thought that she had caught human and animal feces in her hand, and immediately backed away in disgust.
"Don't come here. If you come here again, it's useless to call Master Jiu."
Song Qinghuan, however, looked overjoyed. He strode forward and grabbed Xiao Ci. He was surprised and delighted and said, "Uncle Jiu, aren't you in Liaodong? Why are you back now?"
Then he said: "Don't you say you can't go back until a year ago? Oh, Uncle Jiu, I'm so happy to see you."
As he spoke, all the dirt on his hands was wiped clean on Xiao Ci's body.
However, Song Qinghuan felt that it was not enough and reached out to hold Xiao Ci's face.
Xiao Ci couldn't bear it anymore and pushed Song Qinghuan away: "Stop."
He moved his body awkwardly. Although he didn't know where the dirt was on his body, he felt uncomfortable everywhere.
"Song Qinghuan, you'd better be wiser. Even if she is really my daughter, I will still be violent."
After thinking about it, I couldn't help but remove the clothes outside and threw them on the ground, not even stepping on them.
When Song Qinghuan saw his elegant appearance, he couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the unhappiness he felt when he met Xiao Wei dissipated in an instant.
"Gui Feo, you are so disgusted with mud things. If I really smear your feces all over your body, are you going to chop me with a sword?"
Xiao Ci glared at her coldly, stretched out his hand and nodded: "I don't dare to save you little thing today, I'm ungrateful."
Song Qinghuan spat with a smile: "Even if you are ungrateful, that's you too. You don't even know how many times I saved you."
Xiao Ci snorted coldly, held the sword in both hands and turned around to leave.
Song Qinghuan quickly followed: "Uncle Jiu, wait for me, wait for me..."
It was already dark, the mountain road was difficult to travel, and Song Qinghuan's stomach was empty. Following Xiao Ci, Wu Zang Temple had already begun to sing about the empty city strategy.
At first, Song Qinghuan was chatting with Xiao Ci, asking him why he came back suddenly, asking him if it was fun in Liaodong, and when Song Youyu could come back.
Xiao Ci asked a series of questions but didn't answer any of them. Her mouth was dry after talking for a long time, and she was so hungry that she simply kept silent.
As the two of them walked along the mountain path, they could only hear Song Qinghuan's stomach growling.
Song Qinghuan thought that the sound was so loud that Xiao Ci should be able to hear it, but after walking for a long time, he acted as if nothing was wrong, and then he sat down on the big rock and started acting like a fool.
"Uncle Jiu, I can't walk anymore. I'm starving to death. Please save me until the end. Get me some food."
Seeing that Xiao Ci didn't speak, he said again: "If you don't give me something to eat, I won't leave..."
He looked very much like a child.
Xiao Ci's face twitched again and again, and he only felt numbness in his back teeth.
After enduring it for a long time, he finally said: "Song Qinghuan, can you act more like yourself? You are in your twenties and you are still acting like Sister Tong. If you are not ashamed, I am still ashamed."
Song Qinghuan glared at him fiercely, took a deep breath in anger, crossed his feet on the stone, and snorted: "Xiao Ci, I'm not leaving. If you don't get me something to fill my stomach today, I'll poison you."
Die to you."
"Even if I starve to death here today, my starving ghost will haunt you forever. Tell me, will you get me something to eat?"
Xiao Ci...
In a secret cave at the foot of Qianfo Mountain, Song Qinghuan held a torch curiously and walked around the cave. He was surprised when he saw the inscriptions on the stone wall, and asked questions when he saw the folded clothes being humiliated.
Xiao Ci looked helpless and held his head with one hand. With the other hand, he was holding the prepared pheasant and slowly roasting it on the fire. He shrugged and didn't say a word for a long time.
Song Qinghuan also visited this cave once. Before he came out of the Yiwang Palace last year, he was plotted by Yao Yuechan and was saved by Xiao Ci.
At that time, he sent her to this cave. She was so ill that she didn't pay much attention to it, but she knew that the cave was kept clean and tidy, and that someone came to live here occasionally.
At that time, she also asked Xiao Ci what was going on in this cave, but he was like a gourd with a saw blade and didn't say a word.
Now that his curiosity was over, Song Qinghuan sat down opposite Xiao Ci again, stretched out his hands to warm himself in front of the fire and asked, "What's going on with your cave? It seems to have become your second residence."
Xiao Ci glanced at her angrily. His cave had existed for more than ten years, and even his closest subordinates didn't know about this place. However, Song Qinghuan came here twice.
He put the half-cooked roast chicken in front of her and didn't intend to answer. He just said: "Come by yourself."
Song Qinghuan pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, but finally took it and put it on the fire to roast slowly.
It turns out that when she was not the eldest lady of the Song family, she was separated from her master, so these things happened easily.
The oil star dripped onto the firewood pile and sparked a flame. Song Qinghuan suddenly had an idea in his mind. He raised his head and asked Xiao Ci: "Where is my Taxue?"
