Song QingShu was speechless. These people were really ruthless. "But what if we start a war between the Mongols and the Song Empire?"
"Don't worry, sir," the leader answered. "No one will know about this. We've already made arrangements. All the clues point to the Jin Kingdom. Even if the Ruyang Mansion sends people to investigate, they'll only use troops against the Jin Kingdom. It'll be perfect for them to fight each other."
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Song Qingshu was filled with emotion. The officials of the Southern Song Dynasty weren't good at fighting, but they were good at scheming. Jia Shidao and Moqi L were political enemies, but the two of them had the same idea. The only difference was that one tried to start a war between the Mongols and the Jin Kingdom, while the other tried to start a war between the Mongols and the Song Dynasty.
Zhao Min heard their conversation clearly. She was shocked and angry. She couldn't help but scold the Xuanming Elders. "It's all your fault. Now our only hope is gone."
Lu Zhangke looked at Zhou Zhiruo and the Blue Phoenix, who were also captured. He chuckled and said, "We're going to die anyway. It's better to have a few beauties to accompany us on the road to hell than to die alone." Because of Zhao Min's influence, he didn't dare to do anything to her even though he was sober. He only mentioned Zhou Zhiruo and the Blue Phoenix.
Song Qingshu heard what Lu Zhangke said. He couldn't help but laugh. "Who said they would accompany you on the road to hell?" He walked over as he spoke.
Hugging Zhou Zhiruo with his left hand and Zhao Min with his right, he could feel the astonishing softness of the two's delicate bodies. He deliberately revealed an expression as if he was enchanted by their beauty and said, "How could I bear to kill such two great beauties?"
Zhou Zhiruo was fine being hugged by him. After all, she knew who he was. However, she was still angry when she saw him hugging Zhao Min in front of her. If she wasn't worried about exposing his identity, she would have jumped on him and bitten him.
Zhao Min, on the other hand, raised her eyebrows and shouted, "Take your filthy hands away!"
"What if I don't take it away?" As if to confirm his own words, Song Qingshu used his finger to slide across her face. His behavior was extremely frivolous.
"It's even smoother and more tender than egg white." Song Qingshu secretly praised.
Zhao Min glared at him, her eyes full of killing intent, but before she could do anything, Zhou Zhiruo beside her said angrily, "Don't touch her!"
Song Qingshu reflexively said, "If you don't touch her, do you want me to touch you?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he cursed inwardly. He had been too engrossed in his role and had forgotten her identity in that moment.
Zhou Zhiruo also blushed. Who knew that she would sit up straight and puff out her chest. Pursing her lips, she snorted, "If your hands really can't stay still, you can touch me."
Seeing the husband and wife throwing a tantrum, Indigo Phoenix wanted to laugh but she did not dare to. She could only turn her head away and hold it in.
However, Zhao Min did not know the reason. Seeing that her rival in love was taking care of her, she could not help but feel touched, "Zhiruo, why are you so nice to me?"
Noticing the weird looks from the people around, Zhou Zhiruo also realized that her behavior was illogical. She was worried that she would expose Song Qingshu's identity, so she quickly explained, "Hmph, I'm just returning the favor for reminding me to leave. I don't like to owe favors, especially to you, Zhao Min."
Who knew that Zhao Min was still smiling, "I suddenly think that you're quite cute at that time."
Zhou Zhiruo spat and turned her head away, too lazy to care about her.
Song Qingshu laughed, "That's right. Sisters should be united and friendly. That way, I won't have to worry about things in the harem in the future."
"Shut up!" The two ladies glared at him at the same time.
"Cough, cough …" The leader of the men in black could not stand him teasing the two ladies. He could not help but remind him, "Let's leave this place as soon as possible. Once we're back on the island, you can do whatever you want."
"Of course, of course." Song Qingshu was trying to think of a way to get out of trouble while he was dealing with them.
"The rain outside is almost over. Let's get going." The leader of the men in black began to arrange for his partners to escort Zhao Min and the rest. When he passed by Song Qingshu, he suddenly stopped and looked at him strangely, "Mister, why are you wearing a mask on your face?"
As soon as he said that, Zhou Zhiruo and Indigo Phoenix were stunned. Their hearts were in their throats.
Song Qingshu was not in a hurry. He pointed at Zhou Zhiruo who was not far away and said, "After this lady intercepted me, she was worried that my identity would be exposed, so she put a mask on my head. I don't know how she designed this mask. I can't take it off no matter how hard I try. Why don't you help me take a look? "
"Alright." The leader did not worry and walked over. He was still holding the Heavenly Sword that Zhou Zhiruo had dropped earlier.
"If it doesn't work, we still have the Heavenly Sword that can cut through metal like mud. Don't worry, Mister."
The man walked in front of Song Qingshu and put the Heavenly Sword aside. "Mister, please take a seat. Let me take a good look at how this mask was designed."
"No problem." Song QingShu took the opportunity to sit down, but his eyes were secretly calculating the distribution of the men in black.
"Let me take a look." The leader of the men in black leaned over and looked at Song Qingshu's head. "Eh, this mask seems to be …"
He was suspicious of Dou Congsheng. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt a chill on his chest. He looked down in disbelief and saw Jia Baoyu poking his heart with two fingers. The sharp sword aura instantly destroyed the life in his body. In a split second, the scene from earlier replayed in his mind. He finally understood something. He wanted to warn his companions but he was powerless.
"What happened?" Even though Song Qingshu's movements were as careful as possible, everyone present was a top-notch master. They could vaguely sense the murderous aura at that moment. They could not help but look in his direction.
Song QingShu's figure suddenly moved. The bonfire in the middle seemed to be blown by a strong gust of wind, exploding. Flying sparks filled the entire dilapidated temple, causing the light to flicker.
Zhou Zhiruo and the Indigo Phoenix were fine. After all, they were mentally prepared. Zhao Min and the rest were shocked. They widened their eyes and tried to see what was happening. Unfortunately, it was as if they were in a sea of murderous aura. The murderous aura around them was extremely viscous. They could not see anything or hear anything.
It felt like a century had passed, but it also felt like it was only a moment. The surrounding air finally returned to normal. Zhao Min panted heavily. She felt that her entire body was soaked in cold sweat. She did not need to look to know that the Guardian Deity and the Xuanming Elders were not any better than her.
The dancing sparks in the sky gradually dissipated. Zhao Min could finally see the scene not far away clearly.
Other than the leader of the men in black who was kneeling on the ground with his head lowered, the other 17 men in black were glaring angrily. They were like ferocious tigers that were ready to pounce. They surrounded a young man with fluttering long hair in the middle.
The man had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. The corner of his mouth seemed to always have an annoying yet alluring smile. Who else could it be but Song Qingshu? It turned out that the mask on his face could not withstand the murderous aura that had exploded in that instant. It had long been lost.
Seeing that the 17 men in black were about to pounce on him, as if they could tear him into pieces in an instant, Zhao Min was anxious. She blurted out, "Be careful, these people's martial arts are very … very …"
She was so shocked that she could not speak. She had noticed that Song Qingshu was holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand. There was a drop of fresh blood hanging on the tip of the sword.
As if they were shaken by her sound waves, the men in black's necks simultaneously released a cloud of blood mist. Under the reflection of the fire, one could vaguely see bright and strange rainbows.
As the blood mist sprayed out, the men in black seemed to have been drained of all their strength. One by one, they fell limply to the ground. It was only then that Zhao Min clearly saw their eyes. They were not glaring angrily as she had initially thought. Instead, they were incomparably shocked and … in disbelief.
The jaws of the Guardian Deity and the Xuanming Elders were about to drop to the ground. They had personally experienced the martial arts of this group of mysterious experts in black before. The Xuanming Elders could only deal with one man in black each. The Guardian Deity was slightly better, as he could barely deal with two or three men.
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