"Because they are not you." Song Qingshu said with a smile.
Huang Rong was stunned. His ordinary words had hit a soft spot in her heart. She couldn't help but sigh secretly. This bastard was obviously greedy for beauty, but he could make women feel his true feelings. No wonder he had so many outstanding female confidantes around him.
While she was lost in thought, Song Qingshu had already taken another step forward. Huang Rong's heart swayed, and she subconsciously wanted to scold him. But then she suddenly thought that it didn't seem to be a big deal. After all, they were separated by clothes … Not to mention, she was also enjoying this feeling.
As soon as this thought came up, Huang Rong instantly woke up. No, I can't do anything that will let Jing Gege down again!
She suddenly stood up and was about to scold him with righteous words. But just as she opened her mouth, the sedan suddenly stopped, and she lost her balance and fell forward.
"It's over!" Huang Rong's face turned pale. When she thought that falling on the ground could very likely lead to a miscarriage, her mother's instinct made her subconsciously fall back. Fortunately, she had a foundation in martial arts, so she was able to overcome the inertia in that instant.
But the price was also quite heavy. Because she used up almost all of her strength to fall back, she lost her balance and sat once again in Song Qingshu's arms. At that moment, both of them froze.
Song Qingshu revealed a trace of a strange expression. "This time, you sat on my own initiative. You can't blame me."
Huang Rong's entire face instantly turned red. She wanted to open her mouth to scold him, but at this time, she couldn't say a word.
"Did I hurt you?" Song Qingshu put his hand on her shoulder and asked with a look of concern.
"Hurt your big head!" Huang Rong was really going crazy at this moment. She couldn't wait to raise her hand and slap him, but at this time, she didn't dare to move at all, for fear that it would make her even more embarrassed.
"What a coincidence …" Song QingShu's eyes glanced at the woman's perky buttocks. He was reminded of a very popular thread on the internet in his previous life that discussed the retarded scenes that often appeared in online novels. One of the threads mentioned that in one of the novels, the company's beautiful secretary was wearing a tight skirt and was about to go to the office to scan some documents. When the male protagonist saw her sexy appearance, his body reacted instinctively. In the end, when she walked past the male protagonist, she accidentally slipped. The male protagonist instinctively reached out to help her up, and the two of them fell together. The beautiful secretary sat on the male protagonist's body, and at that moment, the male protagonist actually entered the secretary's body …
At that time, Song Qingshu also ridiculed the author. How did the author think of such a retarded scene? The male character's jeans, the secretary's skirt, and the two of them's underwear. No matter which angle they fell from, there was no way they could have entered each other. However, he never thought that he would actually experience such a similar coincidence when he mocked the author for being retarded.
Of course, in this aspect, Song Qingshu knew that he couldn't compare to the amazing male character. After all, there were still a few layers of clothes between them. Even if he thought with his toes, he would know that there could not really be anything between them. However, this was enough to make Huang Rong feel ashamed and resentful.
Huang Rong bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from making any embarrassing sounds when she was hit. At this time, she had gradually calmed down. She took a deep breath and was about to question him, but who knew that just as she opened her mouth, Song Qingshu's finger had already pressed on her lips. "Shh, don't speak!"
Huang Rong was shocked at first, but she immediately reacted. This sedan chair would not suddenly stop for no reason. Something must have happened outside.
"I've long heard that Prince Song's martial arts are unparalleled and that your name has shaken Jianghu. I've heard of your reputation and come here to see your unparalleled swordsmanship." Suddenly, a voice as cold as ice came from outside.
Huang Rong's expression changed. From the sound of the voice, the person was standing thirty feet away from the sedan chair. However, even from such a distance, she could faintly feel the powerful Sword Qi that sent chills down her spine. It was as if the person standing there was not a person, but an incomparably sharp sword.
She couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu worriedly. However, she couldn't see any nervousness or abnormality in his eyes, only calmness like the surface of a lake.
Huang Rong couldn't help but secretly admire him. Although this person was a little greedy and lecherous at times, when he was serious, he really had the demeanor of a grandmaster, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.
However, a trace of shame and anger flashed in her eyes. She thought to herself, "This bastard, let me get up first …" Her current situation gave her a sense of crisis, as if an enemy had surrounded the city, and the door could be broken into at any time.
At this time, Huang Rong didn't dare to make any strange movements. She knew that the person outside was a master among masters. If he discovered her existence, then she really didn't want to live anymore. She could only continue to endure this embarrassing torment.
"What? Could it be that Prince Song doesn't dare to compete with me?" The cold voice outside sounded again.
Song Qingshu chuckled and replied indifferently, "If I accepted anyone who came to challenge me, then wouldn't I be busy to death?"
Hearing his words, the servants outside the sedan chair hurriedly tried to negotiate, wanting to drive away the person blocking the way. Unfortunately, as soon as they opened their mouths, there was no sound. Song Qingshu frowned, but still didn't do anything. This was because the other person only sealed the acupoints of the servants and didn't kill them.
"Since that's the case, then I'll let you see if I have the qualifications to challenge you." The person was obviously a little impatient. As soon as he finished speaking, a sword flashing with a cold light shot into the sedan chair.
Huang Rong couldn't help but turn pale. Although the tip of the sword hadn't touched her body, the sword aura it carried was already faintly piercing her skin. She instinctively wanted to use the "Dog Beating Stick Technique" to try and knock the sword down. Unfortunately, as soon as she raised her hand, she touched empty air. Only then did she realize that the "Dog Beating Stick" wasn't by her side. And even if she had the "Dog Beating Stick" in her hand, she didn't have full confidence that she could knock off this irresistible sword.
At this time, she suddenly remembered that there was still Song Qingshu. She didn't know why, but staying with him gave her a special sense of security. This sense of security was even greater than Guo Jing's.
"Is it because his martial arts is higher than brother Jing's?" Huang Rong thought absentmindedly. Her mind was full of thoughts, but seeing that the sword was about to pierce her, she instinctively buried her face in Song Qingshu's chest.
After a long time, there was no movement. Huang Rong raised her head in shock and found that the sword had stopped about a foot in front of her, unable to advance any further.
Huang Rong had always known that Song Qingshu's martial arts were very high, but she noticed that he didn't even move his hands to stop the sword that was coming at her. She was still shocked.
After the shock, she suddenly realized that she was leaning against his chest like a little bird. As if she had been scalded, she instantly sat up straight.
Song Qingshu didn't tease her anymore. Instead, with a serious face, he reached out his hand and the sword shot back at a speed faster than when it came.
Huang Rong only saw a blur in front of her and the sword disappeared. She couldn't help but think, if it were me, I would have been hit by the sword before I could even react. The person outside was probably dead.
After a while, there was no sound from outside, which confirmed Huang Rong's guess.
However, Song Qingshu didn't look happy at all. Instead, he gently placed her on the seat and whispered to her, "Wait for me here. Don't come out." With that, he got off the sedan chair.
Before this, Huang Rong had been praying for Song Qingshu to put her down. It would be best if he left the sedan chair. But now that her wish had been fulfilled, she found that she wasn't happy at all.
"Could it be that I'm afraid that he's in danger?" When she got off the sedan chair, Huang Rong saw a swordsman standing a few feet away through the gap in the curtain. It was obvious that he wasn't killed by Song Qingshu's counterattack as she had expected.
After Song QingShu got off the sedan chair, he looked at the man not far away and saw that he was about forty or fifty years old. There were a few strands of silver hair on his temples, and he had an elegant and calm demeanor. Other than his slightly cold expression, he looked more like a wise man who did not seek fame and fame. He also looked like a famous person who had retired from the world of mortals. However, in Song QingShu's eyes, he was like a peerless divine sword standing there, exuding a powerful sword aura that made people shiver, revealing an uneasy sharpness.
"The realm of becoming one with the sword?" Song Qingshu muttered to himself. He had seen many sword experts over the years, but the man in front of him gave him the feeling that he was like the Sword Saint of Mount Hua, Feng Qingyang. But he was even sharper than Feng Qingyang.
When Song Qingshu was looking at the man, the man was also looking at him. Seeing that he was casually standing there as if he had become one with heaven and earth, he couldn't help but be surprised. "No wonder Prince Song became famous in the world in just a few years. Seeing you today, you really live up to your reputation." After a pause, he looked at the sedan chair behind him thoughtfully and continued, "Your reputation of being a playboy is just as the rumors say."
Huang Rong was peeking through the gap in the curtain. Hearing this, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and immediately shrank back. She was worried about her gains and losses. "Did he recognize me?"
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. With this man's cultivation, it was not surprising that he had sensed Huang Rong's existence. What surprised him was that he had no information about this man at all. "Who are you? With your cultivation, you can't be some Nameless person."
The man shook his head. "I'm not from the Jianghu. You might not have heard of me even if I told you."
"How would you know if I've heard of you if you don't tell me?" Song Qingshu smiled. "You claim that you're not from the Jianghu. Looking at your thick, almost tangible killing intent, I'm afraid that only someone from the army could cultivate this."
A strange look appeared in the man's eyes. "That's right. I'm from the army. My name is Xue Yi."
"The Xue Yi who's known as the 'Bloody-Robed Man'?" Song Qingshu's jaw almost dropped to the ground. How did someone from the Ancient Dragon Sect get involved?
The surprise in Xue Yi's eyes deepened. "That's right. Twenty years ago, I did have this nickname. However, only my comrades in the army knew about it. How did you know?"
When the Jin Kingdom invaded the south, the Southern Song Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom engaged in several wars. The small unit that Xue Yi was in was surrounded by three thousand Jin troops. Everyone thought that they were going to die, but in the end, Xue Yi single-handedly led his comrades to carve out a bloody path. The usually arrogant Jin army was killed until they were terrified. That battle could be said to be a battlefield littered with corpses. When reinforcements finally arrived, they saw Xue Yi standing proudly in the middle of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. His clothes were soaked in blood, and thus he was known as the Bloody-Robed Man.
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