After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

When Song Shu detoxified him, Master Song looked out the window, but he didn't dare to look at him, his whole arm was stiff, while looking at the poisonous substances under the bed that were about to move, as if they were about to climb up at any time.

He thought to himself, no wonder the majestic Southern Border Saintess, since she doesn't know martial arts, doesn't even have a guard around her, so she knows how to control poisons--it's a pity that in front of the absolute value of force, these are all small tricks.

However, the current situation was not resolved, and other movements suddenly came from outside the door.

As soon as Master Song's ears moved, he knew that someone had gone upstairs, and even hid quietly outside the door. The movement was so light that ordinary people would not be able to hear it. For example, Song Shu was still unaware.

He raised his head for the last time, pulled a piece of cloth from Master Song's sleeve to help him bind it up, and was about to speak when he saw Master Song who had been silent just now leaning against the side of the bed, putting the other hand to his lips, doing Make a "shut up" gesture.

Song Shu paused and stopped his movements.

Master Song raised his hand and wrote in his palm very skillfully: There are people outside the door, it should be Ling Jiu's group.

What are they going to do?

Master Song was also puzzled by this question. He and Song Shu looked at each other, and both knew that it was absolutely impossible to discover Ling Jiu's disappearance—otherwise they wouldn't have just stood outside the door without taking any action.

And he didn't hear the door being opened next door.

Song Shu had been kneeling on the bed for a long time, and his legs were sore. He frowned and endured it, but when he raised his hand, the unpressed wooden bed in the inn made a "squeak".

Song Shu paused for a while, and wrote: We can't stay here, and your injury can't be suffered, we have to leave quickly.Have you thought about what to do?

Master Song's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the loud "squeak" of the bed board.

After hesitating for a moment, he leaned over and whispered in Song Shu's ear, "I have a way, maybe I can make them leave."

Song Shu frowned and stroked his palm: Why can he suddenly speak again?

Master Song grabbed his finger and said softly: "The voice is so low that they can't hear it—it's just this way... maybe I'll wrong you a bit."

Song Shu: "?"

Master Song continued to bite his ear, looking down at his white earlobe, the little devil in his heart finally showed his face: "Do you know how to call / bed?"

Song Shu: "...?"

Master Song was a little embarrassed when he said this, but when he saw his bewildered face, he relaxed, and said with a light smile, "It's just a few breaths—the sound shouldn't be too loud, just shake the bed twice to deal with it..."

Song Shu understood why he didn't write on his hands anymore - in order to create an ambiguous atmosphere, so that people outside the door who couldn't hear what they were talking about felt that they were whispering love words.

He raised the corners of his eyes, and his long-lost competitive spirit was aroused. He glanced at the poisonous animals under the bed, and imitated Master Song, turning his head and whispering in his ear: "Why am I the one who wears women's clothing, and I am the one who wants to breathe?"

"Why..." He blew badly at Master Song, his expression so frivolous that he couldn't care less: "Brother, can't you?"

There was silence in the room, occasionally there were a few murmured words, and the people guarding outside the door were wondering, and they all looked at each other, thinking: What are you doing?

However, after a while, there was a muffled sound in the room, as if something had hit the wall...or, the bed.

Immediately afterwards, there was an ambiguous panting sound, and the sound of the bed "creaking" shaking.

Everyone outside the door: "..."? ? ?

The leader's eyes widened, and he turned his gaze to the brother who was guarding the opposite side. His eyes were unbelievable, and it was written brightly: Isn't this the room of the brother and sister? ? ?

The person on the opposite side also looked confused: Yes!I remember correctly! ! !

Leader: Shit.

Everyone looked at each other one after another: exciting—it turned out to be orthopedics!

The scene inside the room is that Master Song is pressing Song Shu on the bed, with the back of his hand resting on the back of his head—the muffled sound just now was caused by Song Shu about to fall, and he used his hands to protect him.

Fortunately, he didn't feel anything, he used ingenuity to relieve the severe pain that should have been caused, and shook his head in the face of Song Shu's worried expression to show that he was fine, then he lay down next to Song Shu's ear with a normal expression... and gasped.

Song Shu: "..."

After a while, Master Song looked at his red-stained ears, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is your voice nice?"

Song Shu didn't answer, but closed his eyes slightly, raised his arms, and covered his eyes with his sleeves.

Master Song laughed and said, "It's no use pretending to be dead, come on..."

He grabbed Song Shu's wrist, bowed his head and smiled and whispered something in his ear.

What Song Shu said just now, he will return it with an eye for an eye.

After a while, Song Shu gave up struggling, like a mermaid who lost her soul, and blushed and snorted.

Master Song suppressed his laughter and went crazy, bit his ear and sneered, "Where's your profligate energy just now, are you still promiscuous?"

Song Shu was still held by him with one hand, lying on the bed with blue hair like a waterfall, the water in his eyes was clear and meandering, with a bit of natural charm, the usual cold color faded away,

He took advantage of the situation and put his hand on Master Song's shoulder, begging for mercy in a trembling voice: "Brother... please let me go."

The people outside the door could hear clearly: "Hiss!"

The person involved, Master Song: "..." There is no need to enter the drama like this.

He suddenly couldn't continue acting.

He also remembered the beautiful scenery that he saw when he opened his eyes that day, Song Shu's expression at that time was almost the same as now, generally clear and shy, and the spring scenery on his bare shoulders could be seen at a glance.

Just like...

Just like a flower bud waiting to be released, you can pick it.

Master Song's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his mouth felt dry.

He felt that something was wrong with him——Song Shu was just wearing a woman's dress and acting in a play with him, so why did he react so strongly?

Could it be that he has been single for too long and suffocated?

Before Song Shu noticed his strangeness, Master Song hurriedly looked away, let go of his hand and sat up, shaking the bed a few times.

Song Shu also sat up, bowed his head to tie his hair, the blush on his earlobe faded, and he lowered his head to hide the rest of the brilliance in his eyes.

Time was running out, Master Song quickly sorted out his emotions, turned around, and signaled: The people outside the door haven't left yet, they have to carry out the second plan.

Outside the door, someone gestured to the leader and asked him what to do now.

The leader hesitated for a long time, then raised his hand to signal: Come in.Go as planned.

So what if they are doing business, they are only responsible for taking money to do things, and none of them can run away if the master wants it.

It's a pity that the little girl is not good at it, and she doesn't have that taste after a while.

However, contrary to expectations, when everyone was gesturing outside the door, there was a loud noise and a piercing scream inside the room.

The leader noticed something was wrong, and kicked open the door with a big knife in his hand. In the dust, he happened to see Master Song helping Song Shu step onto the table by the window, with another figure in his hand.

Everyone was furious: Didn't do anything? !

Ah no.

Want to run!

Seeing them rushing in, Master Song was not surprised. Just now he wanted to run with Ling Jiu, and by the way, he could open a way for them in the poison, but he didn't expect Ling Jiu to wake up suddenly. Kicked over the chair by the table, then screamed.

Master Song had a bad feeling in his heart, and sure enough, someone from outside the door broke in the next moment.

Ling Jiu in his hand struggled frantically: "A group of idiots! Hurry up!"

It was only then that everyone saw that the person in Master Song's hand turned out to be a saint. The leader's face changed, and just about to speak, a poisonous snake climbed up the back of Master Song's hand along Ling Jiu's hand again.

Fortunately, Master Song stopped the loss in time this time. Between breaking his hand and leaving him behind, he chose the latter neatly. Kick out the fallen chair beside him and sweep away a piece of poison.

Master Song jumped down from the window sill with him in his arms, and just as he landed, a burly figure suddenly flashed beside him, and the light of the knife suddenly appeared——

Master Song narrowly escaped, and the next moment, the ferocious face of the strong man reflected on the blade fell down again like a shadow, and the sharp edge of the blade went directly towards Song Shu in his arms.

If this knife goes down, Song Shu will be half disabled if he is not dead!

Master Song finally couldn't dodge in time, and only had time to reach out and push Song Shu out of his arms. At the last moment when the blade fell, a figure flashed from the other side, and the wooden sword clashed with the long knife, making an unpleasant "squeak" sound.

Jing Xiu shook off the big man's long knife vigorously: "The carriage is ahead!"

Master Song made a decisive decision and took Song Shu's hand again: "Let's go!"

Zhang Wu stood guard on the carriage, holding the rein tremblingly and waiting for them to come. Finally seeing the figure, he said happily, "Master! This way!"

Master Song tapped his toes, jumped onto the carriage, and flicked the reins: "Drive—"

The horse's hooves were flying, Zhang Wu staggered, and when he recovered, he said anxiously: "Young master! Jing Xiu hasn't come up yet!"

Master Song glanced at him: "He can keep up, don't worry."

The next moment, there was a soft sound from the roof of the carriage, and Jing Xiu said in a muffled voice, "My lord."

Master Song didn't look back, but smiled with his lips curled up.

After a long time, the carriage drove away from the area around the inn, and the sound of footsteps behind him gradually disappeared. Zhang Wu took the reins and gradually slowed down the horses.

Jing Xiu jumped off the roof of the car: "There was someone guarding our room door, so he jumped out of the window. The one just now jumped out with us."

Master Song sat in the carriage, and finally let out a breath: "These people are too crazy, they met on a narrow road, what are they trying to do? Why did they suddenly attack us?"

As soon as these words fell, Master Song caught a glimpse of Song Shu's expressionless face, and remembered that Song Shu had said that he saw a face exactly like Master Song's among those people.

Is it because of this?

Ling Jiu had just pretended to be good, but suddenly she became violent and hurt others, and seemed to have mentioned something like "a good face".

If you just say that Song Shu's looks are good, would you say something like "a good face"?

It feels like... She regards the face as a cheap and casual thing, as if it can be bought and sold, like a horse or a cow... So she said "a face".

Master Song patted the dust on his body, pondering: "Ling Jiu mentioned Master, this Master should be Nanjiang Guoshi...It's a pity that she couldn't be captured in the end."

Song Shu still didn't speak.

Seeing his silent expression, Master Song paused: "What's the matter, are you not injured?"

"What are you thinking about?"