Xiao Guanyin's voice had just fallen when she lightly flicked her finger. The ornamental finger glove instantly shot out and shot towards the space between Song Qingshu's eyebrows. Due to the stimulation of internal energy, the usually beautiful ornament had now become the most frightening weapon.
Song Qingshu hurriedly tilted his head. The finger glove shot into a pillar at the side and instantly sank into the pillar. Seeing this, he secretly clicked his tongue. If it had shot into a person's head, that person would not have survived.
"Huh?" Xiao Guanyin did not expect her sure-kill attack to be dodged by the opponent, "Who are you?"
"I should be asking Her Ladyship this question …" Song Qingshu understood that an Empress would not have such profound martial arts. It was really strange everywhere.
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, Xiao Guanyin waved her hand and attacked. She originally did not expect an answer when she asked, she only wanted to distract the opponent.
However, with Song Qingshu's rich experience, this kind of small trick naturally could not be hidden from him. Moreover, with his current level of cultivation, letting the opponent make the first move did not affect him at all.
Originally, he could very quickly capture the opponent, but in order to investigate the opponent's identity, he had been using martial arts that were about the same level as her. He planned to take the opportunity to understand her martial arts.
As expected, after continuously attacking for more than twenty moves without any effect, Xiao Guanyin finally could not hold back anymore. Her hands suddenly became incomparably soft, her martial arts completely different from before.
"Huh, Bone Melting Soft Palm?" Song Qingshu recognized the martial arts used by the opponent and was momentarily shocked.
However, Xiao Guanyin's shock was even greater than his, "Who are you? How do you recognize this martial arts?"
Song Qingshu also looked at her strangely, "Who are you, Her Ladyship? How do you know the martial arts of Divine Dragon Island?"
Xiao Guanyin did not continue attacking because after dozens of moves, she had already understood that the opponent's martial arts were far above hers. Previously, she was only trying to test her sect's martial arts.
She very naturally lay down on the couch at the side, intentionally or unintentionally showing off her exaggerated and graceful curves, especially her thin waist and perky buttocks. It made her exude an endless sense of femininity.
She didn't answer Song QingShu's question. Instead, she tucked her messy hair behind her ear, and her voice regained its previous alluring tone. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Song QingShu subconsciously looked over. Under the illumination of the candlelight, every inch of her skin was exuding endless temptation. Especially the ecstasy in her voice, it simply made one want to pounce on her, press her under his body and ruthlessly ravage her.
"Oh, she is quite beautiful." Song QingShu told the truth. Although this woman was full of danger, she was also full of temptation. And it was precisely because of that danger that made her temptation even more irresistible.
However, Song QingShu's heart suddenly trembled, because he suddenly discovered that the other party's eyes suddenly emitted a strange light, and the expression in his eyes became increasingly strange.
"I actually met a kindred spirit?" Song Qingshu naturally recognized that she was using something similar to the Soul Transfer Grand Technique. He sneered in his heart and used the Soul Transfer Grand Technique to counterattack.
Even though he was quite familiar with the Bewitching Art, how could it compare to the vastness of the Nine Yin Manual's Soul Shifting Art? What's more, even if the cultivation technique was the same, the power of the person using it would be as different as heaven and earth.
The two of them cast spells at the same time. How could the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the sun and moon? Xiao Guanyin let out a cry and immediately fell onto the bed. Even though her face was flushed, her eyes were filled with fear, "Who exactly are you …"
Her Bewitching Art had always been successful. It could make men become her slaves, but there were advantages and disadvantages. Even though she could use it to enslave men, if she failed and suffered a backlash, she would become someone else's slave. Whether it was life or death, it would all be in the hands of others. This time, it was obvious that she had failed …
Song Qingshu walked over and looked down at Xiao Guanyin who was lying on the bed, "Now you have no right to ask me. I should be the one asking you, who exactly are you?" Even though he had a vague guess in his heart, this woman's appearance was very different from what he remembered …
"I am …" Because of the Bewitching Art's backlash, Xiao Guanyin was already considered to be a slave to a certain extent. When she heard Song Qingshu's question, she subconsciously wanted to answer, but her rationality made her resist this impulse.
"Not going to say?" Song Qingshu snorted coldly.
Just as he was about to cast the Soul Transfer Grand Technique again, Xiao Guanyin suddenly spoke softly and weakly, "Qingshu, is that you?"
Song Qingshu was stunned and a thought flashed through his mind, "Su Quan?"
"It's really you?" Xiao Guanyin suddenly sat up and looked at him happily. She had only asked tentatively and didn't expect to get an unexpected surprise.
"Your face?" Song Qingshu reached out to touch the skin on Xiao Guanyin's face and couldn't help but be moved. Although it was smooth and moving, he was good at disguising and could naturally distinguish the subtle difference between real skin and the mask.
Xiao Guanyin smiled and reached out to remove the mask on her face, revealing a beautiful and charming face. Her face was flushed and her eyes were watery, full of charm.
Song Qingshu was overjoyed and also tore off the mask on his face, and the two hugged each other excitedly.
"How did you become Empress Liao?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but ask curiously.
"It's a long story. Back then in Shengjing, I met my father, who is now the Great Liao Northern Mansion's prime minister, Xiao Pidi." Su Quan explained.
"How did Xiao Pidi become your father?" Song Qingshu asked in surprise.
Su Quan replied, "In the early years, Xiao Pidi wasn't the prime minister of the Northern Mansion yet. At that time, he wandered in the Han Dynasty, took the name Su Yin and met my mother … Later, Liao's country almost perished. He returned to the country and helped Liao to stand firm and gradually rose to the prime minister of the Northern Mansion. At the same time, he was also in charge of the Great Secret Bureau."
"Your father's identity is really colorful." Thinking of their previous interactions, Song Qingshu couldn't help but click his tongue.
"Because the position of Empress Liao is empty, my father called me back to participate in the empress selection. I thought whether it was the ninth princess, Xia Qingqing, or Sect Leader Zhou, the women around you all have a lot of power behind them to help your great cause. Although I have Divine Dragon Island, it's difficult for my influence to reach the Central Plains, so I wanted to take this opportunity to help you." Su Quan explained softly, "Because my identity is too sensitive, I was worried that the information I sent would be exposed on the road, so I didn't dare to tell you the truth. I could only ask you to come to Liao as soon as possible."
"I see." Song Qingshu finally understood why there were so few letters from her before, and each time she was vague. "These two years have been really hard on you, but am I actually the kind of person who relies on sacrificing his own women to achieve success?"
Su Quan smiled sweetly, "I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, I haven't let Yelu Hongji touch my body these days."
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