Noticing his aggressive gaze, Madam Zhen's heart skipped a beat. "Senior?" Did she just get out of the wolf's den and fall into the tiger's kiss? She had just witnessed how he single-handedly massacred the Mongolian ambassadors. She didn't think she could fight back.
Song Qingshu suddenly frowned and looked to the side. Soon, a group of people appeared from the corner of the street. The person in the lead was wearing a cloak and his face couldn't be seen clearly. However, based on his unique attire and martial arts style, it was obvious that he was the Mountain Elder, Huo Shan.
"Senior, be careful. He is the Persian King of Assassins. Many experts from the western countries have died in his hands." Madam Zhen hurriedly said to Song Qingshu. She wanted to take this opportunity to improve their relationship. This way, the Mountain Elder might not kill her because of their relationship.
"Bright Sword Master Fu Cailin from Goryeo?" Huo Shan didn't continue forward. He stopped thirty feet away. This distance was a safe distance for both sides. He had obviously received the news and knew who he was.
"If you want to fight, then fight. What's with all the nonsense?" Song Qingshu was very frustrated. The negative emotions caused by the massacre had not subsided. Right now, he just wanted to vent his anger. Fighting was obviously the best way to vent his anger. Compared to Shuiyue Faction, the Mountain Elder wasn't easy to deal with. Shuiyue Faction's martial arts were relatively simple. Observing from the side, one could always find some clues. On the other hand, the Mountain Elder's martial arts were complicated and strange. Every time he attacked, he would use different martial arts. This way, he wouldn't be able to target him like he did with Shuiyue Faction.
Unexpectedly, the Mountain Elder waved his hand. "One of us is in the far east, and the other is in the far west. We are thousands of miles apart. We have never had any grudges or conflicts of interest. Why do we have to fight? Please!" He then signaled his subordinates to make way for him.
A trace of doubt flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes. He wasn't sure if the Mountain Elder was up to something. Would he attack from the side when he left?
However, the Mountain Elder had already moved to the side, leaving enough distance between them. It showed that he didn't have any other plans.
Thinking back to everything that had happened, Song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. The old man in the mountain had not done his job for a few times, and now he had publicly let him go. It seemed like he was not willing to submit to the Mongolians just like that, and he had been undermining him in the dark.
As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Even though Song Qingshu's mind was a little muddled at the moment, he still remembered this point.
Song QingShu took Madam Zhen's hand and left after giving her a deep look.
"Huo Shan, what do you mean by this? How can you let him go?" A white-haired middle-aged man glared at the old man in the mountain. He was White-haired Liu Yaozhi.
"Why do I need you to teach me how to do things?" the old man replied coldly.
"We received a message from the Little Magician. Apparently, he has just come out from the guesthouse. We don't know how His Highness and the others are doing. How can we let them go just like that?"
"His Highness has many masters under him, and he also has the Water Moon Sect. Of course, he will be fine." The old man did not even look at him and walked to the side.
"You Huo Shan, are you planning to betray His Highness?" Liu Yaozhi was furious when she saw that he did not care at all.
"So what if I am?" The old man was clearly far away, but when he finished speaking, he suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yaozhi. She could even see the sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.
White-haired Liu Yaozhi was the Protector of the Devil Palace, and she was also a devil who had run amok for decades. Her martial arts were naturally not weak. Liu Yaozhi instantly took out a four feet and four inches long white jade flute from her sleeve and pointed it at the old man. The amazing thing about this flute was that when it was waved, it could produce flute notes of different heights and was unpredictable. It could cause the enemy to have the illusion of sound. The flute's holes could also use a unique technique to stimulate Qi and hurt people without a trace. It was very powerful.
Even if he encountered the top masters of the Central Plains, he would have no problem protecting himself with his amazing martial arts. However, he encountered Huo Shan, the King of Assassins! Qiyin
The King of Assassins deliberately launched a sneak attack. How many people in the world could avoid it?
Liu Yaozhi screamed and clutched her chest. Her face was pale. "The Bone Piercing Needle really lives up to its name."
The old man stood with his hands behind his back. His opponent was already dead, so there was no need for him to make another move.
As he made his move, the assassins under his command also made their moves. In an instant, they had slashed the throats of Liu Yaozhi's subordinates.
"Let my wife go." Liu Yaozhi used her last breath to speak. Red Beauty Hua Jieyu had left to carry out another mission and was not here. Otherwise, the old man would not have been able to defeat them so easily.
Even though the two of them had been practicing the Art of Plucking all these years and had been doing their own thing, he did not know how many times Red Beauty Hua Jieyu had cheated on him. But after decades of friendship, he still could not stop worrying.
"That slut?" The old man laughed coldly and did not deny it.
Liu Yaozhi immediately understood what he was thinking and cursed, "Huo Shan, the Great Khan and the Demon Master will avenge us!" After cursing, it was as if he had used up all his strength. Very quickly, he breathed his last.
At that moment, Song Qingshu did not know that so many things had happened after he left. Of course, even if he knew, he would not have cared. His whole body was restless at that moment.
The night breeze carried the faint scent of roses. Song Qingshu turned to look at the woman beside him. The moon was bright in the sky, and the breeze was gentle. Her snow-white skin and red lips were incomparably beautiful.
Actually, objectively speaking, Madam Zhen's appearance was not that stunning. Compared to Chen Yuanyuan and Xiao Long Nu, she was still a little lacking. But her voluptuous and mature figure made one's breath quicken. Her smooth and straight legs were even more alluring. Especially her light blue eyes that were as beautiful as the sea, her unique and exotic charm was extremely alluring.
Madam Zhen was brought to a room by him. Looking at the bed not far away, she could not help but feel a little flustered. She hurriedly said, "Thank you, Senior, for saving my life. I still have some matters to attend to at home. I will visit Senior tomorrow."
After saying that, she turned around to leave, but she was pulled into the arms of the man.
"No!" Madam Zhen cried out in alarm, but she did not know that such a cry would only add fuel to the fire.
"It's me." Song Qingshu took off his mask and returned to his original appearance.
"Young Master?" Madam Zhen's struggling hands and feet suddenly calmed down. The fear and uneasiness in her heart was instantly replaced by joy.
Song Qingshu's hand had already slid down her collar. Actually, he could go back to Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu, but he felt pity for them and did not want to torment them in such an unstable state. In comparison, he did not feel any psychological pressure in this aspect with Madam Zhen. She was beautiful, mature, and had expressed her willingness to sleep with him several times.
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