Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 2 Young owner, I will bet on you to support you 2
The moment Banjin locked her mission target, her mission journey officially began.

Task [-]: Get Song Qingxiu's handkerchief and smell it in front of him. The task is limited to seven days.

Just take the handkerchief, why should she smell it in front of him? She is not a slut!
Half a catty are you serious?

However, there is still an hour and a half left before the task deadline. If she cannot complete it on time, she will suffer piercing pain and become a fool.

It doesn't matter whether she has a brain or not, the important thing is that she is afraid of pain.

What's the harm in being a disciple once?

"I have to be direct. This can't go on like this. That coachman doesn't know martial arts, and Song Qingxiu probably doesn't know either." She followed the carriage for many days. Although Song Qingxiu's appearance was not clearly visible, he could still get a glimpse of his figure. He was very weak. , it looks like it can hit ten with one punch.

I also heard that Song Qingxiu has a brilliant literary talent, is highly intelligent and close to a demon, has a sickness in her womb, never leaves her body with medicine, and has no force value. Those roundabout mission methods before are probably wrong.

"Host, what do you want to do?" Ban Jin had an ominous premonition.

Shen Ronghua's big pure eyes blinked innocently, took out a black face towel from his arms, tied it behind his head somewhat unskillfully, licked his lips, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and excitedly said: "Go straight! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Ronghua was like an arrow leaving the string, blending into the night.

Ban Jin's whole life is not good, "Host, calm down, if you offend Song Qingxiu from the beginning, what will happen to our mission in the future?"

Shen Ronghua was particularly confident in his disguise, "It's funny, but he is a person who has no strength to restrain a chicken and never leaves his body with medicine all the year round, so why worry about it? What's more, I wear a face scarf, so it's not a big problem."

But in the blink of an eye, Shen Ronghua was already close to the carriage.

The coachman was concentrating on driving, when suddenly a black figure, different from the darkness, swooped towards him. With a flick of the whip in his hand, the exhausted horse suddenly shuddered, with its front hooves hanging in mid-air, pedaling wildly, neighing upwards.

"Young Master has an assassin!" The coachman shouted urgently, and Shen Ronghua pressed his acupuncture points, unable to move, he could only stare blankly, staring straight ahead in shock and fear.

Shen Ronghua just wanted to take the veil, and lifted the curtain in a protective posture. The roar of the coachman just now must have been heard by the people in the car, so she naturally had to be more vigilant in her actions.

However, she was not attacked when she stepped into the car.

I saw the man in Chinese clothes sitting cross-legged. There was a small table in front of him. There were tea sets and some snacks on it. The white mist above the teacup was soon swallowed by the air.

"I don't know, girl, what's the reason for visiting late at night?" The man's black hair was casually tied behind his head with a green jade hairpin, and a few strands fell on his forehead, not sloppy, but very casual.

The most shocking thing is that handsome and elegant face with peerless temperament.

Shen Ronghua couldn't help but gasped.

The man's voice is also extremely pleasant, like the sound of a high-quality jade cup knocking in the Yinsi workshop in the fairy world.

No, it sounds better than that!
Song Qingxiu waited for a while, but he didn't hear the answer from the person in front of him. If he didn't feel the killing intent of the person who came, he would have killed him with one blow.

This person followed him for a few days, and his level of persistence was different from ordinary people. It added a lot of fun along the way.

In this way, he is willing to give a little patience.

Shen Ronghua got straight to the point and lowered his voice: "Mr. Song, can you give me your veil?"

Song Qingxiu was slightly stunned, a strange look flashed in the depths of his black eyes.

(End of this chapter)