Flower Stealing Master

Huang Rong's face was worried, and she naturally understood how Ouyang Feng hated her husband and wife so much that she could hand over the cure. Hearing Song Qingshu's words, she couldn't help but wonder: "Ouyang Feng's failure to give us the antidote is the same as we can't get the antidote. Isn't that the same thing?"

"Of course it's not the same thing." Song Qingshu looked at her jokingly, "Why, Rong'er, who is known as Zhuge among women, can't respond after so long?"

What happened in the past two days is really ridiculous. Huang Rong thought that it would be good if she could still have a normal conversation without breaking down. She couldn't turn her mind around, but when the other party reminded her, she finally understood something: "Did you think about it? Method?"

"Of course, don't look at who your man is." Song Qingshu raised his chin with a smug expression on his face.

Huang Rong took a sip: "Hmph, my man is Brother Jing, not you bastard."

"Neither, nor," Song Qingshu unknowingly learned the different mantra of Bao. "Brother Jing is your husband and I am your man. There is no conflict."

"You're such a bastard!" Huang Rong's body trembled lightly, but she knew that arguing with the other party on this topic was not wise, so she turned her head and became angry and stopped paying attention to him.

"This is true," Song Qingshu stretched out his arms around her waist and gently rubbed her fat-free lower abdomen, "If I weren't your man, would you acquiesce in me touching it like this?"

Huang Rong took a deep breath: "If I'm afraid of you, let's talk about your method." The bigger loss has already been eaten, and she doesn't bother to pursue this kind of verbal loss.

It's a matter of business, Song Qingshu finally put away his frivolous smile, and replied with a serious face: "We will go to Ouyang Feng for an antidote and he will definitely not give it, but what if Wan Yanliang asks for it?"

"Wan Yanliang? How could he go to help us get an antidote." Huang Rong was puzzled at first, and soon his face changed drastically, "Are you going to let me..."

"What do you think?" Song Qingshu poked her forehead unhappily. "It was the easiest and easiest way to let you use beauty tricks, but now you are my woman, how would I let you do this? thing."

Huang Rong's eyes were confused. Just now Song Qingshu poked his forehead and reminded her of some things when she was a child. At that time, she was very naughty and angered her father every time, but her father was reluctant to punish her. Most of the time, she poked her like this. Click on her forehead...

Song Qingshu's unintentional behavior made her feel a touch of kindness involuntarily, so Huang Rong's face also softened by three points: "Then what can you do to make Wan Yanliang help us?"

"Actually, you can do this too." Song Qingshu looked down at the flowery face in her arms, and gently helped her straighten out her somewhat stray hair.

"Me too?" Huang Rong's voice trembled. In fact, she hoped that Song Qingshu would always treat her as brutally and arrogantly as before, so that she could keep the hatred in her heart, but now these casual intimacy actions of the other party make Her determination was shaken.

Song Qingshu nodded and said four words: "Jiuyin Zhenjing."

"The great method of moving the soul!" Huang Rong couldn't help blurting out with a flash of light in his brain.

Song Qingshu laughed and said: "Yes, we first use the Soul Transfer Method to control Yan Liang, and he will come forward to ask Ouyang Feng for the antidote. It is much easier for us to take the antidote from him than from Ouyang Feng."

Huang Rong looked up at the man holding her arms in a complicated expression. She had to admit that this man was really capable, as if he could easily solve any difficulties in his hands. The last time he faced the pressure of a hundred thousand men in the Qing Dynasty was the desperate situation. So, it's the same this time...

With the dim moonlight, Huang Rong even felt that this man was really handsome...

Huang Rong’s pretty face became hot, and she quickly suppressed her thoughts, and said unnaturally, "But people who have been hit by the soul-shifting method are sluggish, and it is easy to be seen by others as flaws, not to mention Ouyang Feng also. I have seen the Jiuyin Scriptures."

Although she had successfully used the Soul Emigration Method to tamper with Mrs. Tang’s memory before, it is one thing to modify the memory slightly, and it is another matter to use the Soul Emigration Method to make people do one thing. Both are difficult. It's simply not the same.

Song Qingshu has a relaxed look: "That's just your lack of skill, trust your man."

Huang Rong was full of doubts and was easily dispelled by a single sentence. She and Song Qingshu have been getting along for a long time. Since the other party said that, she must have full confidence, but every time he thinks of him calling himself a man, Huang Rong feels Yu Cheek Faint and hot all over.

"But Wan Yanliang's defenses are tight around him. It's not easy to use the Soul Transfer Technique against him." Huang Rong thought of another problem.

"This is indeed a bit troublesome..." Song Qingshu knew that the reason why he could easily approach Wanyan Liang last time was because many of his masters were sent to guard Guo Jing, and the other was because he wanted to go to Mrs. Tang to steal jade and steal incense. Murong Bo, who was guarding him by his side, didn't want to listen to the corner. He just gave him a chance. This time he wanted to get close to Wan Yan Liang, I'm afraid it won't be so easy.

Thinking of Murong Bo, Song Qingshu also thought of the mysterious master who used Prajna palm to rob Song Yuanqiao and others. Originally, he planned to investigate from Murong Bo, but now he has learned about Song Yuanqiao and others from Tang Kuo’s defense. In the coat yard, he temporarily changed his mind, worrying that Jin Guo would transfer the place of imprisonment due to the startling of the grass, so he gave up investigating from Murong Bo and went directly to the coat yard.

"Qingshu...Qingshu?" Huang Rong's voice finally awakened him from his contemplation. Song Qingshu immediately smiled at her: "Don't worry, I have a solution."

...

Mrs. Tang was very unhappy. She should have gone to Wushan with her beloved man to reach the Paradise of Bliss, but who knew that the other party had let her be alone in the vacant room.

She knew that all of this was due to the woman named Huang Rong. She couldn't understand why both Wan Yanliang and Song Qingshu looked at this woman differently, but despite the jealousy in her heart, she had to admit that the young lady of Huaxin was indeed romantic. Graceful, charming and charming, Madam Tang Xiang Ziwei is beautiful, but compared with Huang Rong, she feels a little unconfident.

Just when a person pityed and hurt himself, suddenly a familiar voice sounded at the window: "Which nasty ghost is making the lady so unhappy?"

Mrs. Tang turned her head back in surprise, and saw Song Qingshu sitting at the window with a smile and looking at herself, she couldn't help but screamed, carrying a scent of fragrant wind into his arms.

"It's not you who have no conscience..." Madam Tang suddenly smiled stiffly, because she found the beautiful and beautiful woman behind Song Qingshu.