Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

The atmosphere became tense, and there seemed to be an invisible pressure silently exerting pressure in the room.

The first person to react was Si Huangjing, who was still in the nightmare. His face became paler and paler, and finally he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Si Huangxu didn't even look at this reaction. He was still observing Wang You's reaction.

It was a pity that this oppressive feeling didn't seem to affect Wang You at all. He put the empty cup back on the table and said indifferently, "Then take it."

The indifferent tone made Si Huangxu hold the corner of the table even tighter, and even cracks appeared on the wood.

But soon, he relaxed his strength and put on a smile on his face which was full of calculation and harshness.

"Still the same stubborn temper as before."

He sat down calmly, playing with the teacup in his hand, "Okay, since you trust your apprentice so much, then I will wait with you."

"Let's see who is the one who is alive in the end, and she is my imperial teacher."

While undercurrents were surging in the front hall, Shen Qiao had already arrived at the west courtyard that the maid mentioned.

She did not encounter any obstructions on the way here, and even her servants all stepped aside and knelt on the ground respectfully.

What kind of tricks is Song Shi playing?

She came to the west courtyard door and pushed it open.

When the red lacquered wooden door was opened, a light floral fragrance greeted him.

This taste...

Shen Qiao looked carefully and saw that every corner of the yard was planted with white jasmine.

The jasmine's flowering period should have passed at this time of year, but the ones in the yard are still standing tall and graceful, blooming beautifully.

On the path in the flower field, a person in snow-white clothes was standing in the yard with his back to her and his hands behind his back.

"You're finally here."

Shen Qiao was obviously skeptical of his compliment. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "You knew I would come?"

"As long as you are still 'you', you will come to me."

Song Shi turned around while speaking.

There was a faint smile on his face, but this smile did not look like the decent and elegant smile that Wen Xiaotong or Si Huangjing remembered. It was as if the person he was looking at was not a dangerous person who was out to kill him, but a close person he hadn't seen for a long time.

"My subordinate Song Shi..."

As he spoke, he bent down, lowered his head, and knelt on one knee facing Shen Qiao.

"Greetings, Patriarch."

The jasmine flowers swayed slightly in the cool breeze, lifting the strands of hair on Shen Qiao's forehead. Her eyes were calm, and she said, "Why do you have to be so hypocritical?"

This cold and lonely voice broke the situation filled with some ambiguous emotions. She raised her hand and drew a line in the air. The aqua-blue spiritual power cut through the entire sea of ​​flowers like an invisible blade.

The snow-white petals were scattered all over the ground. Shen Qiao walked in from the door without mercy and walked over step by step.

"Who told you who I am?"

Song Shi raised his head but did not stand up. He looked at the approaching person with fascination, "It was another 'you' who told me."

"She" had indeed had contact with Song Shi.

But why did the royal family make this move? The only person she had any connection with in her past lives was Jiang Quechen.

At that time, in order to prevent the two tribes from going to war, Jiang Quechen handed over the secret book of witchcraft to the human royal family as required.

Of course, what was submitted was fake, and it was also to prevent the royal family from excessively researching witchcraft.

The two sides did not have any enmity, and Jiang Quechen did not die at the hands of the royal family.

So what is “she” taking revenge for?

"You should know why I came to you." Shen Qiao looked at him with sharp eyes.

Song Shi smiled, "I know."

Know......

A hint of darkness flashed across Shen Qiao's eyes, and an invisible force gripped Song Shi's neck, lifted him up and threw him against the wall.

The man hit the wall like a kite with a broken string, vomited blood, and slid down the wall like a dead fish. But even so, he had no intention of fighting back.

Shen Qiao stood in front of him and looked at him from above, "Where is that ghost?"

Song Shi leaned against the wall and chuckled. The blood on his lips made his already pale skin look even more sickly.

"Answer me a question, and I'll tell you."

"I'm not interested in hearing your questions." Shen Qiao narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Then I'm sorry, I can't do that." Song Shi sighed lightly.

"I know what you are thinking. Unfortunately, I am no longer a real person." He raised his head and looked at Shen Qiao, his eyes gradually turning scarlet.

It is the same symbol of an evil spirit as "her".

The souls of evil spirits are different from the souls of living people and ordinary ghosts, and soul magic has no effect on them.

"I originally thought I would not be able to wait for you. Fortunately, God has mercy on me, and you are standing in front of me again." He always couldn't control his smile. Looking at Shen Qiao's red eyes staring at him, he slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch her.

"I suggest that you should listen to this question."

He pretended to grab it, even though he caught nothing.

"This concerns the lives of everyone in the capital."

Shen Qiao thought of the person who was bitten by a poisonous insect and met him at the city gate, and a sense of foreboding arose.

Sure enough, I only heard Song Shi say the second half of the sentence.

"After all, I have released the poisonous insects throughout the entire capital."

Shen Qiao clenched her fingers, "Are you really not going to turn back at all?"

"Puch..."

Song Shi seemed to have heard a joke. He gestured at Shen Qiao's eyebrows in the air and said, "I can't go back anymore. All this..."

"It's all for you."

The obsession in his eyes became even more intense. "I am different from adults. There are blood ties between you, but I don't have these constraints."

"The only thing that annoys me is that I wasn't able to keep you in Bishui City. I was hesitant and couldn't say those words."

"That's enough." Shen Qiao interrupted him impatiently.

"I'm not here to listen to your recollections. If you have any conditions, just tell me directly."

"I love you. I have loved you deeply since my last life."

Song Shi chuckled, "Will you accept it?"

"No." Shen Qiao refused without hesitation.

Song Shi looked at her resolute expression, his eyes dimmed slightly, and finally he slowly opened his mouth and murmured to himself: "That's such a pity."

As soon as he finished speaking, a very shrill scream suddenly came from the house.

A black shadow quickly jumped out of the house and rushed towards Shen Qiao.

"Drunk and not coming home."

At a command, the black sword was unsheathed, and with a "clang" sound, it blocked the sneak attack.

This is a "person" with sharp teeth, but his eyes are blind and his wide-open mouth is empty. Now he is holding on to Zui Bugui's sword with both hands, and even though his skin has been burned by Zui Bugui's sword energy, he has no intention of calming down.

“This is also a failure.”

Song Shi slowly stood up from behind the monster, holding on to the wall.

"Although it's not as good as the successful one, it's different from those failed ones in Huacheng."

"Even if you don't agree, I won't let you go." He opened a bottle in his hand, and a fine powder with green fluorescence floated out and fell on this unrecognizable "person".

"I will use my own way to keep you."