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Chapter 186 I heard, are you drunk? (two more)
Unlike the fierce fighting scene outside the courtyard, the courtyard was very quiet, and Song Qingyi was not seen at a glance.

Shen Chuhan turned over and got off the horse, then reached out and hugged Song Qinghuan down.

Song Qinghuan's eyes fixed on the half-covered woodshed, Shen Chuhan followed her eyes, pursed his thin lips, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

"Ah Wan, you were just... locked up there?"

Song Qinghuan said "hmm".

Shen Chuhan took her hand, with a bit of cold hostility in his voice, "Go, go and have a look."

Song Qinghuan agreed, and followed Shen Chuhan obediently towards the woodshed.

When he reached the door, Shen Chuhan pushed open the false wooden door, and a strong smell came to his nostrils. The musty smell of the firewood room and the bloody smell of the corpse made Song Qinghuan want to vomit.

She held her breath and looked in.

The two people she killed were still lying on the ground, the blood on their bodies had clotted, and occasionally flies buzzed around the wounds, the scene was a bit disgusting.

Shen Chuhan moved his footsteps and stood in front of her, "Ah Wan, wait for me outside." There was hostility all over his body, his eyebrows and eyes were terribly dark.

"Ashu?" Song Qinghuan was slightly puzzled.

Apart from those two corpses, there was nothing else in the firewood room. What did Shen Chuhan want to do when he asked himself to go out?
Shen Chuhan turned his head to look, and smiled at her, "Good boy, I'll be out soon."

Seeing his insistence, Song Qinghuan had no choice but to follow suit.

As soon as she turned around and walked out of the firewood room, she heard a muffled sound behind her. She turned her head in surprise, and saw Shen Chuhan flicking his sleeves, and he had already walked out.

Seeing a little blood stain on his foggy white iris brocade, Song Qinghuan was slightly surprised, "Ashu, you... what did you do?"

"It's nothing." Shen Chuhan smiled peacefully, and came over to hug her shoulder.

Song Qinghuan insisted, she didn't move, she just looked at him stubbornly.

Shen Chuhan was helpless, and sighed faintly, "It's really nothing, just dismembered their corpses." His tone was calm and light, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing, but Song Qinghuan knew that this time At that time, in the firewood room, blood must have flowed like a river, like a Shura hell.

As if afraid of Song Qinghuan's anger, Shen Chuhan pursed his lips, and then explained, "Ah Wan, if you hadn't woken up early because of the dragon inner alchemy in your body, I... I dare not think..." When he said this, his breath Gloomy, violent ups and downs, with destructive cruelty in his eyes.

Everyone has Ni Lin, and Shen Chuhan's Ni Lin is Song Qinghuan.

Therefore, cutting the bodies of these two people into pieces was already the most gentle way of execution after he tried his best to restrain himself.

Song Qinghuan could feel the fear in his heart, pursed her lips, didn't say much, just took his hand and smiled at him.

Her flowery smile was reflected in her eyes, and the turmoil in Shen Chuhan's eyes subsided a little, and his eyes fell on the few bungalows standing side by side in the courtyard, "It seems that she will know that she is afraid now."

Song Qinghuan curled her lips coldly, "It's too late to be afraid now."

As he said that, he took the lead and walked towards the room on the far left.

This small courtyard is so big, there is no way to hide people in the courtyard, and there is nothing abnormal in the woodshed, so Song Qingyi's only possible hiding place is one of these three rooms.

However, there are still four guards around her, and she is not someone who will give up easily, so she must still have a plan.

She and Shen Chuhan stopped in front of the house, and they looked at each other. Song Qinghuan nodded, mobilized her inner strength and swiped her sleeves, only to hear a "boom", the door fell down in response, sending up waves of dust.

Shen Chuhan protected her behind him and walked towards the room.

All I could see were dilapidated tables and chairs, and dusty furnishings, and no one was hiding in the house.

Shen Chuhan walked out, went to the next room, and with a flick of his sleeve, the door was pushed down again, but this time, there was no abnormality in the room either.

The eyes of the two fell on the room on the far right at the same time.

——Song Qingyi, you have nowhere to escape.

Song Qinghuan curled his lips coldly, and walked to the door of the house together with Shen Chuhan.

The door was closed tightly, there was no movement in the room, it was quiet, as if no one was there.

Song Qingyi didn't know that she passed Song Qinghuan when she came, so she probably had some luck in her heart, but unfortunately, this time, Shen Chuhan and Song Qinghuan would not let her escape easily.

Shen Chuhan waved to Song Qinghuan, motioning her to avoid it first.Song Qingyi is most proud, and will never give up easily until the last moment, so there must be a secret trick in the room.

Song Qinghuan nodded, and walked a few steps to the side, staring deeply at the closed door.

Shen Chuhan stretched out his hand and waved it away, the silver iris pattern on the cuff swayed, rolling up the ground.There was only a "bang", the wooden door shattered in all directions, and debris flew everywhere.

At almost the same moment, dozens of silver needles shot out from the room, and the silver light flashed in front of my eyes. Under the setting sun, the silver needles had a dark luster, but they were poisoned.

Shen Chuhan's expression remained unchanged, he moved his feet slightly, urged his inner force to flick his sleeves, and stirred up layers of wind and waves, blocking all the incoming silver needles, and the silver needles fell to the ground one after another.

He snorted coldly, his brows and eyes were already gloomy.

After the silver needles were completely blocked by Shen Chuhan, there was no movement in the room again.This room is divided into two parts, the inside and the outside. The outside is the hall for receiving guests. Standing at the door, you can only see simple tables and chairs.

Song Qinghuan took two steps forward, took a serious look, raised her voice, and said coldly, "Song Qingyi, I'm here, why? Why don't you come out and see me?"

Her answer was still endless silence.

Song Qinghuan pursed her lips coldly, and looked up at Shen Chuhan.

"Ah Wan, you stay outside." Shen Chuhan bowed his head and whispered in her ear.

There were four guards beside Song Qingyi, and she didn't have a weapon in hand, so going in rashly would only hinder Shen Chuhan.She understood in her heart, nodded in response, and slowly stepped aside.

Shen Chuhan smiled at her, moved his body, and entered the room.

Soon, there was the sound of fierce fighting in the room, and only a "bang" was heard, and a person was thrown out of the window, smashing the wooden window edge into pieces.

His left hand was chopped off, bloody and bloody, and he fell to the ground, moaning in pain.

The man caught sight of Song Qinghuan, gritted his teeth, stretched out his right hand to pick up the sword that fell beside him, stood up with support, and stabbed at her with the sword.

Song Qinghuan dodged and was about to strike, when a gust of wind blew past his ears, the next moment, the sword light flashed, a sharp sword pierced into the guard's chest, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

It's Xuanying.

Xuanying pulled out the sword and looked at Song Qinghuan anxiously, "Your Highness, are you alright?"

Song Qinghuan shook his head, "I'm fine."

Xuan Ying breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the room where the sound of violent fighting came from, "Is the young master in there?"

Song Qinghuan nodded, "Go and help him."

Xuanying moved his feet, but quickly stopped, "Young master is very powerful in martial arts, these guards can't hurt him. Your Highness doesn't have any weapons, so I'll protect you here."

Song Qinghuan knew that he had listened to every word Shen Chuhan said just now, so he couldn't force him.

Just at this moment, Mu Bai also finished cleaning up those people outside, and walked quickly into the courtyard, Song Qinghuan let him in to help Shen Chuhan.

Mu Bai agreed and disappeared from Song Qinghuan's sight.

But, he didn't go in for long.

The sounds of fighting and screams in the room stopped quickly, and Shen Chuhan walked out of the room. Because of the dark brocade robe, he couldn't tell whether his body was stained with blood, but the misty white brocade belt around his waist was already stained with blood. His eyes were bloodthirsty and ruthless, and blood dripped from the tip of the Ruoshui sword in his hand.

When he walked out of the room, he saw Song Qinghuan standing in the courtyard at a glance, his brows and eyes suddenly relaxed, and there was a little tenderness.

"Ah Wan."

He walked up to her, threw the Ruoshui sword to Xuanying, opened his thin lips lightly, and called her name.

"Are you okay?" Song Qinghuan grabbed his arm and looked him up and down.

"I'm fine." Shen Chuhan chuckled, reaching out to stroke her somewhat messy hair.

"Where is Song Qingyi? Dead?" Seeing that he was fine, Song Qinghuan settled down and asked about Song Qingyi.

Shen Chuhan curled his lips coolly, "Ah Wan, how could I let her die so easily?" After saying that, Mu Bai cut off Song Qingyi's hands behind her back, and pushed her out.

The black mask on her face had been torn off long ago, her pupils were dilated, her face was as pale as paper, ugly as a ghost, and she didn't know what she saw in the room just now.

She walked a few steps, her breath suddenly fluctuated violently, she squatted down, and vomited on the spot, throwing up the residue of bitter water all over the floor.

Song Qinghuan rolled her eyes in disgust.

In my impression, Song Qingyi always looked dignified and arrogant, never gave up easily in front of others, and never looked so embarrassed.

Some people are born with a good life, but their hearts are higher than the sky. In the end, they ended up like this, but she asked for it.

She vomited for a while before straightening up uncomfortably. She shot Song Qinghuan's face with resentful and dark eyes, and bit her lower lip tightly, "Song Qinghuan, what do you want to do to me?! You...don't be so arrogant! I am the Empress of a country!"

Song Qinghuan walked in front of her unhurriedly, stared at her with disgust, Fang lazily said, "What do I want to do to you? It must be what Second Huangjie wants to do to me."

With a sneer, "Emperor Concubine... When the Second Sister Huang wanted to harm me, she never thought of my identity as Di Concubine."

Song Qingyi shuddered, she didn't know what to think of, her eyes showed horror, she bit her lips tightly, not letting the tears in her eyes flow out.

"Song Qinghuan, if you want to kill or cut, give it a good time!" Xu Shi knew that she had fallen into the hands of Song Qinghuan and Shen Chuhan, and she would not be able to escape no matter what, so she changed her method and began to use aggressive methods against Song Qinghuan, about I also don't want to die too badly.

How could Song Qinghuan not know her tricks?The smile on his lips became brighter and clearer, and he stretched out his slender and white fingers, as if to caress Song Qingyi's face, but quickly withdrew his hand, his eyes full of disgust.

Song Qingyi only felt that she had been greatly insulted, her body kept struggling, and her eyes were filled with madness and arrogance.It's a pity that she was tightly imprisoned by Mu Bai, unable to move at all.

"Second Sister, don't worry, you and I are sisters, I will definitely not let you die like this." Song Qinghuan's voice is always clear and pleasant, like a gurgling spring, with the breath of spring, it can be said But it is as cold as snow in winter.

Song Qingyi's body trembled violently, her eyes were filled with darkness, and she spit at Song Qinghuan with a mouthful of saliva.

Song Qinghuan had been on guard for a long time, and when she moved her foot, she missed it.

Seeing this, Shen Chuhan at the side had a cold light in his eyes, as if every look could kill someone.

He was very unhappy in his heart, and his unhappiness meant that someone was about to suffer.

With a slight movement of the fingers, a strong wind brushed against Song Qingyi's cheek, and a deep bloodstain soon appeared on the jade-white flesh.

Song Qingyi's cheeks hurt, his brows were wrinkled, and his eyes were full of fear and panic, but his hands were restrained, and he could only let the blood flow out, slowly across the skin, and drip on his shoulders.

Her body trembled more and more.

Song Qinghuan suppressed her smile, stared at her for a moment, then raised her brows suddenly, turned to look at Xuanying, "Xuanying, bring in those people who were saved just now."

She seemed to understand Shen Chuhan's intention to keep these people behind.

Mu Bai led the order out of the courtyard, and soon, the four or five gangsters were brought in, bundled into a ball, their faces full of embarrassment and fear.When she saw Shen Chuhan and Song Qinghuan, she knelt down and kept begging for mercy.

Only their boss, the man with the goatee, still stiffened his neck, with an expression on his face that he wanted to kill or cut him down.

Song Qinghuan walked in front of him, bent slightly, her clear eyes looked at his face for a moment, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, Qingling opened her mouth, "I heard, are you drunk?"

(End of this chapter)