The merman villain is a bit teasing [Rebirth]

Seeing a white shadow flashing by, Song Li stood in front of Du Yanshu with a slight smile before he could see how the opponent was moving.

"Senior, what a coincidence, we meet again."

The corner of Du Yanshu's mouth twitched: "It's really a coincidence."

Tang Wenqing, whose whole body was attached to the spirit mask, fixedly looked at the handsome young man in front of him. He felt very familiar, but he couldn't say the name...

Song Li walked to Tang Wenqing's side with a smile, waved his sleeves, and the spirit shield fell apart. Tang Wenqing was caught off guard and freed, almost lost his footing and staggered and fell. Du Yanshu just wanted to reach out to help, Song Li grabbed Tang Wenqing's sleeve one step ahead of him.

"Young Master Tang, be careful."

Tang Wenqing was embarrassed for a while, and after standing still, he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you...Young Master for helping me."

Song Li smiled: "Young Master Tang, we met in the restaurant on the first day of the new year, and I'm going to Song Li."

Tang Wenqing showed a look of ignorance, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, you are so rude."

"I was the one to be rude. Mr. Tang is a friend of Senior Du. I haven't had the chance to invite Mr. Tang to a simple meal these few days. It's really rude." Although he said this lightly, his attitude was very intriguing.

Tang Wenqing suddenly realized that Mr. Song had hidden Senior Du in the past few days... No wonder he couldn't find it after searching all the inns in Wuxi Town...

"Mr. Song, what's the matter? You saved me and Senior Du. I should thank you well." The tone was respectful and polite, but the pair of eyes were not the same, and the vigilance flickered a bit like facing an enemy.

Song Li raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled brightly: "It's my duty to save Senior Du from the siege. As for saving Mr. Tang, it's just a matter of little effort, so don't be so polite." The implication is that you were saved because of Senior Du's favor Light, don't take it too seriously...

Tang Wenqing laughed dryly: "..."

Du Yan raised his forehead: "..."

Yi Yundeng panicked: "..."

"Young man, Yi has no grievances or enmities with you. Why are you meddling in my grievances with Mr. Du San?" Yi Yundeng stood crookedly, with the point of his sword pointing down, something unspeakable The bursts of severe pain made him clamp his legs unconsciously, his face livid and ferocious.

Song Li finally turned around and glanced at him impatiently: "Master Yi, do you need a chair for this junior to sit down and talk?"

After finishing speaking, his eyes moved to Du Yanshu again, and he smiled playfully, showing his small canine teeth, but didn't say anything.

The four eyes met, Du Yanshu's face became hot when he was looked at, and he turned away slightly.

The smile on Song Li's face deepened, and he turned to Yi Yundeng and said, "Oh, no, for Senior, sitting down would probably hurt even more?"

"You—!" Yi Yundeng was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, his face was flushed, but he didn't dare to move rashly. After a few strokes just now, he knew clearly that the young man in front of him had far surpassed him in terms of spiritual power. .

The fact that Yi Yundeng has hemorrhoids is said to have been leaked by his personal servants when chatting and joking. This disease rarely occurs among cultivators, so everyone was surprised and at the same time spread it quietly. joke.

Although taunting Yi Yundeng was very satisfying, it was a bit indecent to say it in public, so Du Yanshu forced himself to look calm, raised his eyes to Song Li and said, "Mr. Song, I have to save you again this time. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

A pair of slender, light-colored eyes concealed a smile, which seemed a little watery.

"If the senior is not too annoying, the junior is willing to keep saving." Song Li still smiled slightly, his tone was very soft, with a hint of playfulness.

As soon as these words came out, Du Yanshu was stunned. Why did he not see him for an hour? Song Li's style of painting changed so quickly, and his face turned red immediately, and the corners of his mouth twitched again: "Young Master Song is joking."

Tang Wenqing was dumbfounded, and his face turned red. He didn't know whether he was angry or surprised, or felt shy when he saw Du Yanshu blushing.

Yi Yundeng was obviously so shocked that he forgot his situation, he took a breath and said with shock and anger: "The public... is disrespectful!"

Everyone had their own thoughts, and no one paid any attention to Yi Yundeng's rage. Song Li and Du Yanshu looked at each other, and Tang Wenqing looked at him. The expressions in the three pairs of eyes were different, and it was hard to say...

"How Senior Du plans to deal with Island Master Yi, this junior can do it for me." Song Li's eyes still did not move away from Du Yanshu.

Du Yanshu couldn't bear it any longer, lowered his eyes and said, "Let this matter be decided by Mr. Song."

Song Li understood, walked leisurely to Yi Yundeng, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Island Master Yi, how do you want me to deal with you?"

For some reason, the closer Song was to him, the more he trembled, as if an invisible sense of oppression was approaching him, causing his soul to tremble slightly.

"Don't get too complacent, this town of Wuxi—"

Song Lixiao cut off his words slightly: "If it's not easy, the island owner will call and see if anyone comes to rescue you?"

"you--!"

When Du Yanshu heard the words, the tip of his eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Don't worry, they're all asleep." This sentence was naturally for Du Yanshu to listen to.

After a pause, he smiled again: "However, there is another way to deal with Island Master Yi." Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were full of coldness.

Before Yi Yundeng regained his senses, Song Liyin twirled his hands in his sleeves into a formula, a faint red light overflowed, and the gentle wind blew by, the tips of Yi Yundeng's hair only moved slightly, and his eyes widened. Shrinking suddenly, there was nothing, the lips trembled, and the color of the lips changed from white to blue and purple, and finally kneeled on the ground with soft knees, exuding a misty white air all over.

Song Li completely abolished his spiritual veins, and his spiritual power turned into mist and dissipated.

Tang Wenqing rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and said in a daze, "Young Master Song, are you just...disposing of him?"

Regardless of Yi Yundeng's character, he is also the lord of the island in terms of status and status. He is a respected figure in the cultivation world, and he can also rank among the top ten masters in terms of spiritual power. The casual cultivator ruined his lifelong cultivation...

Song Li naturally ignored the wavering Tang Wenqing, and looked straight at Du Yanshu: "Senior Du, how is this junior doing?"

Although Du Yanshu was a little surprised in his heart, after all, for a monk, having his spiritual veins destroyed was more shameful and painful than killing him directly, but the surprise was the surprise. He killed Yinzhi back then, and almost took his own life just now. He couldn't sympathize with such a fate.

"Mr. Song is happy as long as he is happy." Du Yanshu said this lightly, and Du Yanshu stopped talking.

Song Li grinned: "The junior can rest assured."

As he said that, he turned around and looked down at Yi Yundeng from a high position, and changed into a cold and stern face, and said in a low voice: "If your Yi family dares to catch Senior Du's attention again, everyone will end up like this."

Not to mention the dying Yi Yundeng, even Tang Wenqing beside him was trembling with fear.

Du Yanshu's face was still calm, he glanced at Tang Wenqing who was full of fear, and said in a slow tone, "What is Mr. Tang's plan next?"

Before Tang Wenqing could reply, Song Li said, "Young Master Tang, the Tang family is already on their way to Wuxi Town, and they are expected to arrive in the afternoon."

The voice was still cold, and Tang Wenqing shuddered again. He thought he was not a coward, but this Young Master Song gave people a strong sense of oppression. Getting close to him was like falling into a thousand-year-old ice cave.

"Thank you, Mr. Song, for letting me know." He tried his best to look calm.

Song Li turned to the silent Du Yanshu, and quickly changed his face like a warm sun: "Senior Du, will this junior send you back to Guanjin City?"

Du Yanshu raised his eyebrows slightly, and pondered for a moment: "Then there is trouble."

"Yujian or carriage?" Song Li smiled wryly.

Du Yanshu pursed his lips: "Riding a horse."

Song Li was startled for a moment, then smiled, and both rode back home, wishing for nothing.

……

After bidding farewell to Tang Wenqing with a complex expression, Song Li brought two jade flower horses out of nowhere, and the two of them got on the horses, one in front and one behind, and walked slowly towards Guanjin City.

"Young Master Song has rescued him three times and four times. I really don't know how to repay him." Du Yanshu's tone was calm and no emotion could be heard.

Song Li smiled: "The junior didn't do it just to get the senior to reciprocate."

Du Yanshu also smiled, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Then, what is Mr. Song doing?"

Song Li tightened his reins and rushed up, smiling at Du Yanshu's side without answering.

The two walked away for a while without saying a word, Du Yanshu suddenly asked lightly: "Mr. Song is a member of the ghost clan?"

Song Li was stunned for a moment, then smiled calmly: "Yes, after all, I can't hide it from Senior Du."

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The author has something to say: Citation: There have been rumors recently that I like you, uncle. Uncle: ... oh

Quote: I must solemnly clarify

Uncle: ... up to you

Quote: This is not a rumor

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I’m back, although it’s a bit short~ But it’s sweet after all

Author: Xiao Yu'er, don't keep playing these coquettish operations~ You know it's wrong if you lose your vest. Hum Xiao Yu'er: Just pounce on him and kiss my uncle.

Don’t worry about losing the horse or something~ There may be a few more chapters, let the fish die first enough to be overwhelmed by the warmth