After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

"The coffin?" Master Song was puzzled, "...Your parents are not very particular about their names."

"You don't pay attention!" Ling Jiu immediately sprayed back angrily like a gun/powder barrel, "Ling Jiu! It's the number nine!"

Master Song touched his nose: "What are you doing with such a big reaction, I know it."

Song Shu and him looked at each other, and Master Song nodded.

"I remember," Song Shu interrupted them slowly, "The Saintess of Southern Xinjiang seems to be called Ling Jiu?"

An Luan told Master Song that the folk customs in Southern Xinjiang are bold and unrestrained, and there is no idea that men are superior to women. The previous kings and leaders were all determined by the fortune-telling of the Southern Border State Teacher, and they didn't care about men and women. I heard that every ten years, some five-year-old children will be selected according to the requirements. Boys and girls will be raised until they are 15 years old, and then the national teacher will select the most qualified ones to be the holy sons or saintesses. If the whole army is wiped out, a new batch will be selected.

This year's incumbent saint is also 22 this year, and the age is not obvious, but...

This girl knows that lying is useless, so she blew her identity first to make them confused for a while, and still express her sincerity?

Pretty smart.

Ling Jiu paused for a moment: "I am the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang. Why, you know who I am and dare to tie me up. Where are you bandits from? Why don't you let me go! Those people below are my bodyguards, wait a minute I'll let them kill you!"

"You're going to kill us, so why do you want us to let you go?" Master Song replied hesitantly, "Since you said we are bandits, it seems that we are sorry for you if we don't become bandits once."

Ling Jiu: "..."

Why is this person choking on everything!

In order to prevent the girl from getting angry and hurting others, Song Shu interrupted them again, and continued to make up for Lingjiu with the words of Master Song: "If I remember correctly, the saintess of Nanjiang should be together with the envoys of Nanjiang at this time." In Wulin, this place is not close to Wulin, how do you prove that you are the saintess of Southern Xinjiang, and why did you come here?"

"You all already believe it, right?" Ling Jiu sneered, "Is this what you wanted to ask me at the beginning?"

Song Shu was impatient with her pretending to be calm and procrastinating the topic in various ways, his face darkened, he pulled out the snow from his waist, and the sharp blade directly touched her neck, and said softly: "My patience is limited, this question has a time limit answer."

"..." Ling Jiu gritted his teeth, reluctantly said, "Passing by..."

The blade moved forward an inch, Song Shu's indifferent expression was reflected from the side, and there was a stabbing pain on his neck: "Tell the truth."

Master Song didn't expect Song Shu to be so patient and so ruthless when his face turned cold. Seeing that there was a bloodstain on Ling Jiu's neck, he rejoiced in his heart:

It seems that when he confronted Song Shu in the carriage before falling off the cliff, he still saved his hand.

Master Song didn't expect it, and Ling Jiu didn't expect it. This method is simple and rude, and obviously it is more useful for her. The next moment she replied in a panic: "The plague... we went to the Lijiang River. We just left the city. The plague in the Lijiang River is I……"

Halfway through the speech, she sensed a slip of the tongue and hurriedly shut up. However, Song Shu and the two had already sensed what she was about to say, and looked at each other silently, and they both saw a sentence from the opposite eyes:

Sure enough, it was made by people from southern Xinjiang.

Ling Jiu was obviously terrified just now, and her face turned pale. The words she just blurted out subconsciously just now, Song Shu didn't think she would lie, and there was no need to tell such a lie.

They originally wanted to resolve this matter peacefully, but who knew that the Saintess of Southern Xinjiang would personally participate in the poisoning and meet them in this wilderness.

The most important thing now is to escort her back to Beijing, and send her to the court to testify in court. It is best to solve the Gu poison without triggering a war. As for the plague...

It depends on whether Nanjiang is willing to send the antidote prescription.

Song Shu didn't intend to force her to speak about the evidence again, she would naturally speak up when she was in Dazhou Prison, but thinking of this, just in case, he changed the subject and pulled a rag: "You should know how to deal with it. Remedy for the plague, write it down."

"...How would I know?" Ling Jiu looked blank, "Sister, you must be joking, this is a plague..."

Before hearing her words, Song Shu sensed the wind behind him, and Master Song shouted: "Be careful!"

Song Shu doesn't know martial arts, he just learned a few techniques of self-defense from Master Song before, when he heard this, he subconsciously put away his dagger and retreated sideways, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Master Song who was standing behind him half squatting on the ground, holding a two-legged knife in his hand. A foot-long black snake.

And all around him, surrounded by a large area of ​​poisonous things: snakes, scorpions, rats...all quietly surrounded them at some point, staring at them.

The rope on Ling Jiu's body was swam over by a poisonous snake, and it bit it off with its sharp, mucus-stained fangs. After breaking free from the restraint, he showed a strange smile, and then finished what he had just said word by word: "That's Plague—no, medicine, cure, solution.”

As soon as the words fell, the poisonous snake pinched by Master Song suddenly twisted crazily, turned its head, and its fangs bit at Master Song's wrist with lightning speed.

Song Shu's pupils shrank: "...Brother?!"

Master Song took a deep breath and raised his hand to stop him: "Don't come over!"

Probably because Ling Jiu was nearby, and he had the most poisons around him.

Song Shu froze in place.

Ling Jiu stood up, touched the raised head of the poisonous snake beside her, and sneered: "It's useless if you don't let her come over."

She showed a weird smile, and walked towards Song Shu step by step across the floor covered with poisonous substances. Wherever she was, the poisonous substances would automatically detour, "... If it wasn't for your face, you think I would swallow my anger so long?"

Song Shu hated her greedy and infatuated eyes, turned his head to avoid her outstretched hand, shaking off his goosebumps, thinking tiredly: This face has caused another disaster.

Brother is right, you should wear a bamboo hat when you go out, otherwise you will cause trouble wherever you go.

He heard Ling Jiu's voice pause, and his tone changed in vain: "Are you a man?!"

Song Shu: "..."

Ling Jiu looked at the swell of his white neck that was exposed from the side of his head, and was very shocked: "You are a man, why didn't you say it earlier? What kind of women's clothes are you wearing? I thought I found a good face..."

Song Shu: "..." What a face?

Lingjiu paused, raised his voice again, and said to himself: "The man is not bad...the skin is good, and it just complements my yin and yang...When the yang energy is exhausted, I will cut off my face and give it to the master. The master must be very happy. "

She murmured like a madman, and Song Shu's heart moved. He raised his eyelids and saw Master Song standing up slowly, and calmly followed the hint in his eyes and took a step back.

Ling Jiu suddenly came back to her senses: "What are you running for? Back——"

With a loud "bang", Ling Jiu fell far away like a kite with a broken string, and hit the edge of the bed in the inn directly, coughing up a mouthful of blood from his lips, and intermittently finished what he had just said: "Come... "

"Pick up some yang energy!"

Master Song withdrew the leg that kicked her, and complained: "The villain died because of talking too much."

Song Shu felt that Ling Jiu could be so angry that he vomited blood for another three liters.

Ling Jiu didn't know martial arts, and was kicked so mercilessly by him that his eyes were full of gold stars. He didn't catch his breath, and even rolled his eyes, and then fell down without moving.

Song Shu was taken aback, thinking that she would go back to force him to confess the antidote to the Gu poison. Master Song saw what he was thinking, grabbed his wrist, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, the person is not dead, I will It's under control."

Song Shu: "..." As for your kick, I didn't see that you controlled the strength.

Having said that, Master Song still put his arms around his waist, and in order to check Ling Jiu's situation, he directly took him to the bed over there with a light exercise - because Ling Jiu flew into the air with his kick just now A path of poison, and the poison will not attack Lingjiu, so the bedside is still safe.

The poisons were entrenched on the side of the bed, looking around, seemingly hesitating and not understanding the current situation: Why didn't the master issue an order?What about continuing to bite?

That dumbfounded look is actually somewhat cute in contrast.

Master Song stretched out his hand to detect Lingjiu's breath, making sure that she was still breathing, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, I just passed out..."

"...your hand?" Song Shu heaved a sigh of relief and squatted down, "Did you get bitten?"

He tried to check Master Song's hands several times just now but failed to find a chance, and finally found a space to ask a question.

Master Song was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to hide his hand back, the sharp-eyed Song Shu stretched out his hand and pulled him over.

Seeing that a large lump had swelled up on his originally thin wrist, in just a short moment, the two marks bitten by the poisonous snake had turned purple, and the wound looked very hideous and terrifying.

Song Shu's face darkened: "Snakes are poisonous."

With such a big piece, Master Song had no choice but to hide it. He swallowed the phrase "it's okay" in his throat, and said with a wry smile, "I know it's poisonous."

Song Shu glanced at him coldly: "You know it's poisonous and you still grab it with your hands?"

This tone didn't sound like a condemnation, Master Song knew that he was worried about himself, and he was inexplicably happy that he had raised two points in his heart, but he was quickly suppressed by himself.

Song Shizheng was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly saw him lower his head and put his lips on the wound on his wrist, the cool touch was very obvious, Song Shu's drooping hair brushed his arm, his eyelashes trembled and he said nothing.

He is detoxifying Master Song!

Master Song felt the absurdity in disbelief, and at the same time, a little subtlety surged up in his heart. It was as if a feather was tickling in his heart, and it kept stirring with the position of Song Shu's lips.

"You don't have to do this..."

"Don't move." Song Shu raised his head and spat out a mouthful of black blood on the ground. The corners of his originally bright red lips were stained with blood, which brought a touch of abstinence to his indifferent demeanor. Lianyan, "If you don't clear the poison, you don't want it anymore?"

Master Song felt that the posture of the two of them was very strange, and he was still trying to struggle: "I can do it myself..."

"I'll give you half of it." Song Shu stretched out his hand and patted his restless hand, his eyes were alluring, "Brother, you talk a lot of nonsense."

Master Song: "..." Okay, I am talking too much.