Noticing the sharpness in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu knew that something was wrong, but he was not afraid. Instead, he was eager to try.
With a slash of his left hand, his right palm struck towards Feng Qingyang. It was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms' "Arrogant Dragon's Remorse".
Feng Qingyang saw that he was far away from him, and that his previous moves were too unpredictable, so Feng Qingyang decided to stay put. He secretly condensed the Innate Sword Qi on his finger.
Song Qingshu did not wait for the move to become old. His left hand drew a circle again, and his right palm struck out again. The exact same "Arrogant Dragon's Remorse" struck out again.
The power of both palms overlapped, and like a raging wave, it was unstoppable. It was like an invisible wall of Qi that struck towards Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang felt that his breathing was becoming difficult. He hurriedly formed a sword art and used the Qi Breaking Style to meet the attack.
Song Qingshu used the momentum to leap into the air, and with the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he once again used the third palm strike, "Arrogant Dragon's Remorse". The three forces overlapped and surged towards Feng Qingyang fiercely.
Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He had underestimated Song QingShu's strength. The Innate Sword Qi in his right hand was more than enough to shatter the Qis of Song QingShu's first two palms, but who would have thought that Song QingShu would still be able to send out a third palm strike in the blink of an eye. With the three palms stacked on top of each other, the power of the palm winds increased exponentially. Feng Qingyang had just managed to shatter the first two Qis of Song QingShu, but the Innate Sword Qi was shattered by Song QingShu's third palm strike. Left with no other choice, Feng Qingyang could only use his footwork to dodge several feet away.
Feng Qingyang's expression was a little embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in so many years that he was forced to defend with his sword, and the opponent was a young man. "Triple Dragon Subduing Waves! Are you Xiao Feng? "
"If King Xiao was here, I'm afraid Elder Feng wouldn't be as relaxed as he is with me." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer, and secretly thought that he was lucky. He was well-versed in the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and he also knew the principles behind Xiao Feng's best move. He tried his best and actually managed to use it. Of course, the power, angle of the force, and the timing were still far from Xiao Feng's, so he needed to use the Flying Dragon in the Sky to complete the last palm strike.
"Then who are you? Not only do you know the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, the Beggar Clan's unique skill, the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms'. Sire's attainment in the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms', in the entire Beggar Clan, I'm afraid only Xiao Feng and Guo Jing can barely surpass you. The rest of the Clan Leaders and Elders are far inferior to you. "Feng Qingyang's eyesight was brilliant, very quickly he saw through his martial arts.
"You can call me Goudan 'er," Song Qingshu turned his head to look at the dumbfounded Mu Wanqing and revealed a mischievous smile. In his heart, however, he was thinking that it was better for him to accumulate grain and slowly claim the throne. He had done something shameful to Zhou Zhiruo. If he made a name for himself and Zhou Zhiruo heard the news and came looking for him, he really did not know how to deal with it.
"Three moves have passed. Since you are unwilling to speak, then stay behind." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry in his heart as he formed a sword art and attacked.
The speed of the Sword Qi caused Song Qingshu to be speechless. In a panic, he immediately used the Snake Form Flipping Fox Technique and rolled on the ground.
He dodged Feng Qingyang's incomparably swift and fierce sword.
However, he had already lost the initiative. Feng Qingyang's Sword Qi came one after the other in a continuous stream. Song Qingshu could only dodge and did not have the strength to fight back. Furthermore, the gap between his movements was consciously compressed by his opponent to become smaller and smaller.
Song Qingshu understood that if this went on, he would die in less than ten moves. However, he did not recklessly use the 'Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms' to counterattack. Through the probing just now, he already understood that palm winds were too disadvantageous in front of his opponent's Sword Qi. In addition to the Nine Solitary Swords' Qi Breaking Style, no matter how strong the palm force was, it was like a piece of paper.
With the same amount of force, the area of impact of a palm strike was far greater than the Innate Sword Qi on his opponent's fingertips. Damn the pressure formula! Song Qingshu fiercely cursed at physics. Under the opponent's attack, all of his palm techniques were naturally restrained.
Song Qingshu took advantage of the gap and with a jolt of his inner force, the wooden sword on his back shot out. He grabbed it with his right hand and swung his sword a few times to counterattack.
Feng Qingyang had long noticed his wooden sword and thought that it was just an ornament. He did not expect that he had actually reached the swordless realm at such a young age. A thin layer of Sword Qi faintly appeared on the surface of the wooden sword, and his sword moves were exactly the moves carved on the wall, but he did not completely copy them. He used a few ordinary moves of the Five Great Sword Arts, but his strength was not released, and there were dozens of variations, waiting for him to react before changing his moves at any time.
Feng Qingyang used the Seven Stars Technique and quickly retreated several meters away. Although Song QingShu's first three moves were stunning enough, it was not as shocking as this time. He asked in disbelief, "You just casually looked at the sword moves on the wall and mastered them?"
Song Qingshu's expression was a little bashful as he said shyly: "It seems … That's the case."
Hearing his words, Feng Qingyang almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He was already a sword prodigy that only appeared once in a few hundred years. At the age of thirty, he was already able to dominate the world with a sword. He had relied on his decades of swordsmanship to be able to comprehend the sword intent in just a glance at the moves on the wall. The young man in front of him had at most trained in swordsmanship for less than three years. Purely in terms of realm, he was actually on par with him. How could Feng Qingyang not be shocked?
"Whether or not I'm just spouting nonsense, I'll only know after I try." Feng Qingyang still did not believe him and decided to give it a try with all his might.
Song Qingshu hurriedly raised his spirits, channeled his Qi into the wooden sword, and charged forward.
For a moment, the cave was filled with Sword Qi. Although it was basically Feng Qingyang attacking and Song Qingshu defending, and Song Qingshu was often forced into a sorry state, Song Qingshu was like a small boat in a storm. He was able to defend himself from the start, and with the ordinary Five Great Sword Arts, he was able to resist Feng Qingyang's Solitary Nine Swords without losing. Furthermore, he could even attack a few times, forcing Feng Qingyang to withdraw his sword to defend. If this were to spread to the pugilistic world, it would definitely shake the world.
However, Song QingShu knew his own difficulties. Although he was able to exchange a hundred moves with Feng Qingyang without being defeated, if they were to continue fighting like this, because Feng Qingyang was no longer holding back, when the Sword Qi invaded his body, it would be too late.
He would definitely die.
Thinking of this, how could he be willing to continue fighting? He used a strange sword art and shouted: "Take my ultimate move — — Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin."
Feng Qingyang was startled. This young man had brought him too many surprises. He was really afraid that he would be careless and get injured by his strange moves. Both of his hands formed a sword art, and he was ready for battle.
Seeing that he was tricked, Song Qingshu did not dare to hesitate any longer. He activated the Lightness Technique of [Traceless Sand Steps] to the extreme and carried Mu Wanqing, who was almost dumbfounded. "What are you waiting for? Run!" The two of them rushed out of the cave like shooting stars.
After Feng Qingyang recovered from his shock, he could not help but be furious. He immediately used his Lightness Technique to chase after them. However, he had already lost the initiative. Song Qingshu possessed the ultimate Lightness Technique of [Traceless Sand Steps]. If he really wanted to run, even if he was carrying a person in his arms, Feng Qingyang could only watch as the distance between the two of them grew further and further …
Sensing that he had finally shaken off Feng Qingyang, Song QingShu gently put Mu Wanqing down and rejoiced, "My wife, it's fortunate that you're so flexible and light. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to escape."
Who knew that the response he got was a loud slap from Mu Wanqing. Chapter 447: Drunk Lying on a Beauty's Knees
"Wife, you …" Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in shock.
"What a good Goudan 'er, what a martial arts expert!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him and was so angry that her entire body was trembling. She thought that she had been fooled by him for the past two days, and he had even taken advantage of her …
"Miss Mu, I am really sorry." Since things had come to this, there was no need to continue pretending. Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
"Is it really fun for a great expert like you to tease a normal person like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice became colder and colder.
"I think it's pretty fun." Song Qingshu thought this in his heart, but of course, he did not dare to say it out loud: "I saw that Miss was heartbroken and seemed to have thoughts of suicide. I was anxious and wanted to advise you, but I was afraid that you would reject a stranger from a thousand miles away, so I resorted to such a bad plan."
This time, he brought up Mu Wanqing's sad matter again. Her small mouth twitched and her beautiful eyes became misty again.
Although Mu Wanqing looked cold and fierce on the surface, she was still a young girl in her prime. If it was in his previous life, she probably would not have gone to university at this age. These thoughts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he did not know how to advise her.
After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head and secretly wiped her face with her fingertips. She asked in a low voice: "What is your name exactly?"
Noticing her slender fingers, Song Qingshu suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He hurriedly replied: "Miss Mu, I am Song Qingshu."
"Thank you for saving me the other day, Great Hero Song. I will take my leave now," Mu Wanqing said coldly and turned to leave. Although she was unusually angry, and according to her usual temper, she would naturally shoot this kind of stinky man to death when she met him. But when she thought about the unimaginable martial arts she saw with her own eyes, she gave up on this idea.
"You're leaving just like that?" Song Qingshu muttered to himself, his reluctance to part was very obvious. Having been seen through by a beautiful woman, he did not know how to persuade her to stay. According to his personality, he would not do something like shamelessly following her like Duan Yu.
Hearing Song Qingshu muttering to himself, Mu Wanqing's ears reddened. She suddenly stopped and turned around to stare straight at Song Qingshu: "Go wash your face. I don't want to not even know what my savior looks like."
"What's going on?" Song Qingshu was well aware of Mu Wanqing's unusually arrogant personality. For a moment, he could not figure out what she was planning. He could only run to the side of the stream and wash the dirt off his face. Then, he tied up his disheveled hair with a headscarf.
Looking at the brand new Song Qingshu, a faint blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's fair face. "Alright, I've seen it clearly." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
Could it be that she was captivated by his "jade-faced" handsomeness? Song Qingshu was astonished. It turned out that Song Qingshu was a famous handsome young chivalrous man in the martial arts world. Now that he had achieved great success in his martial arts, his mythical, reserved, and calm temperament added a few notches of charm. Every time he woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror, the first thing he said was, "I've f * cking woken up by my handsomeness again."
"Wife, you …" Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in shock.
"What a good Goudan 'er, what a martial arts expert!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him and was so angry that her whole body trembled. She thought to herself that she had been deceived by him for the past two days and had even been taken advantage of by him …
"Miss Mu, I'm really sorry." Since things had come to this, there was no need to continue pretending. Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
"Is it really fun for a great expert like you to tease an ordinary person like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice became colder and colder.
"I think it's quite fun." Song Qingshu thought this in his heart. Of course, he did not dare to say it out loud. "I saw that Miss was heartbroken and seemed to have thoughts of suicide. I was anxious and wanted to advise you, but I was afraid that you would reject a stranger from a thousand miles away, so I resorted to this unwise plan."
This time, he brought up Mu Wanqing's sad matter again. Her small mouth pursed and her beautiful eyes became misty again.
Although Mu Wanqing looked cold and fierce on the surface, she was still a young girl in the prime of her youth. If it was in his previous life, she would not have gone to university at this age. These thoughts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he did not know how to advise her.
After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head and secretly wiped her face with her fingertips. She asked in a low voice, "What is your name?"
Noticing her slender fingers, Song Qingshu suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He hurriedly replied, "Miss Mu, I am Song Qingshu."
"Thank you, Great Hero Song, for saving me the other day. I will take my leave now," Mu Wanqing said coldly. She then turned around and left. Although she was extremely angry, and according to her usual temper, she would naturally shoot this kind of stinky man to death if she met him. But when she thought about the unimaginable martial arts she saw with her own eyes, she gave up on this idea.
"She's leaving just like that," Song Qingshu muttered to himself. His reluctance to part was very obvious. Having been seen through by a beauty, he did not know how to persuade her to stay. According to his personality, he would not do something like shamelessly following her like Duan Yu.
Hearing Song Qingshu muttering to himself, Mu Wanqing's ears reddened. She suddenly stopped and turned around to stare straight at Song Qingshu. "Go wash your face. I don't want to not even know what my savior looks like."
"What's going on?" Song Qingshu knew Mu Wanqing's unusually arrogant personality. For a moment, he could not figure out what she was planning. He could only run to the side of the stream and wash the dirt off his face. Then, he tied up his disheveled hair with a headscarf.
Looking at the completely new Song QingShu, a faint blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's fair face. "Alright, I can see it clearly." After saying that, she turned around and left without hesitation.
Could it be that she was captivated by his "handsome face"? Song Qingshu was surprised. Song Qingshu was originally a famous handsome young chivalrous man in the martial arts world. Now that he had achieved great success in his martial arts, his mythical, reserved, and calm temperament added a few notches of charm. Every time he woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror, the first thing he said was, "I f * cking woke up from my handsomeness again."
"Wife, you …" Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in shock.
"What a good Goudan 'er, what a martial arts expert!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him and trembled in anger. She thought about how she had been deceived by him these past two days and had even been taken advantage of by him …
"Miss Mu, I'm really sorry." Since things had come to this, there was no need to continue pretending. Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
"Is it fun for a great expert like you to tease an ordinary person like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice became colder and colder.
"I think it's pretty fun." Song Qingshu thought this in his heart, but of course, he absolutely did not dare to say it out loud. "I saw that Miss was heartbroken and seemed to have thoughts of suicide. In a moment of desperation, I wanted to advise you, but I was afraid that you would reject a stranger thousands of miles away, so I resorted to this method."
This time, he brought up Mu Wanqing's sad matter again. Her small mouth twitched and a trace of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Although Mu Wanqing looked cold and fierce on the surface, in the end, she was still a young girl in the prime of her youth. If it was in his previous life, at this age, she probably wouldn't have gone to university yet. These thoughts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he didn't know how to advise her.
After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head and secretly wiped her face with her fingertips. She asked in a deep voice, "What is your name?"
Noticing her slender fingers, Song Qingshu suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He hurriedly replied, "Miss Mu, I am Song Qingshu."
"Thank you, Great Hero Song, for saving me the other day. I will take my leave now," Mu Wanqing said coldly and turned to leave. Although she was unusually angry, and according to her usual temper, if she met such a stinky man, she would naturally shoot him to death with an arrow. But when she thought about the incredible martial arts she saw with her own eyes, she gave up on this idea.
"She's leaving just like that," Song Qingshu muttered to himself. His reluctance to part was very obvious. Having been seen through by a beautiful woman, he didn't know how to persuade her to stay. According to his personality, he wouldn't do something like shamelessly following her like Duan Yu.
Hearing Song Qingshu muttering to himself, Mu Wanqing's ears reddened. She suddenly stopped moving and turned around to stare straight at Song Qingshu. "Go wash your face. I don't want to not even know what my savior looks like."
"What's going on?" Song Qingshu knew Mu Wanqing's unusually arrogant personality. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what she was planning. He could only run to the stream at the side and wash the dirt off his face. Then, he tied up his disheveled hair with a headscarf.
Looking at the brand new Song Qingshu, a faint blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's fair face. "Alright, I've seen it clearly." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
Could it be that she was captivated by his "handsome face"? Song Qingshu was surprised. Song Qingshu was originally a famous handsome young chivalrous man in the martial arts world. Now that he had achieved great success in his martial arts, his mythical, reserved, and calm temperament added a few notches of charm. Every time he woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror, the first thing he said was, "I've f * cking woken up by my handsomeness again."
"Wife, you …" Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in shock.
"What a good Goudan 'er, what a martial arts expert!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him and was so angry that her whole body trembled. She thought to herself that she had been deceived by him for the past two days and had even been taken advantage of by him …
"Miss Mu, I'm really sorry." Since things had come to this, there was no need to continue pretending. Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
"Is it really fun for a great expert like you to tease an ordinary person like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice became colder and colder.
"I think it's quite fun." Song Qingshu thought this in his heart. Of course, he absolutely didn't dare to say it out loud. "I saw that you were heartbroken and seemed to have thoughts of committing suicide. I was anxious and wanted to advise you, but I was afraid that you would reject a stranger from a thousand miles away, so I resorted to this method."
This time, he brought up Mu Wanqing's sad matter again. Her small mouth pursed and a trace of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Although Mu Wanqing looked cold and fierce on the surface, in the end, she was still a young girl in the prime of her youth. If it was in his previous life, she probably wouldn't even have gone to university at this age. These thoughts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he didn't know how to advise her.
After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head and stealthily wiped her face with the tip of her finger. She asked in a low voice, "What is your name?"
Noticing her slender fingers, Song Qingshu suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He hurriedly replied, "Miss Mu, I am Song Qingshu."
"Thank you, Great Hero Song, for saving me the other day. I will take my leave now," Mu Wanqing said coldly. She then turned around and left. Although she was extremely angry, and according to her usual temperament, if she met this kind of stinky man, she would naturally shoot him to death with an arrow. But when she thought about the unimaginable martial arts she saw with her own eyes, she gave up on this idea.
"She's leaving just like that," Song Qingshu muttered to himself. His reluctance to part was very obvious. Having been seen through by a beautiful woman, he didn't know how to persuade her to stay. According to his personality, he wouldn't do something like shamelessly following her like Duan Yu.
Hearing Song Qingshu's muttering to himself, Mu Wanqing's ears reddened. She suddenly stopped moving and turned around to stare straight at Song Qingshu. "Go wash your face. I don't want to not even know what my savior looks like."
"What's going on?" Song Qingshu knew Mu Wanqing's unusually arrogant personality. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what she was planning. He could only run to the side of a small stream to wash the dirt off his face. Then, he tied up his disheveled hair with a headscarf.
Looking at Song Qingshu, who looked completely new, Mu Wanqing's fair face showed a faint blush. "Alright, I can see it clearly." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
Could it be that she was captivated by his "handsome face"? Song Qingshu was surprised. It turned out that Song Qingshu was a famous handsome young chivalrous man in the martial arts world. Now that he had achieved great success in his martial arts, his mythical, reserved, and calm temperament added a few notches of charm. Every time he woke up in the morning and looked into the mirror, the first thing he said was, "I've f * cking woken up by my handsomeness again."
"Wife, you …" Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in shock.
"What a great Goudan 'er! What a great martial arts expert!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him and was so angry that her entire body was trembling. She thought about how she had been deceived by him these past two days and had even been taken advantage of by him …
"Miss Mu, I'm really sorry." Now that things had come to this, there was no need for him to continue pretending. Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
"Is it really fun for a great expert like you to make fun of an ordinary person like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice became colder and colder.
"I think it's pretty fun." Song Qingshu thought this in his heart, but of course, he absolutely did not dare to say it out loud. "I saw that Miss was heartbroken and seemed to have thoughts of suicide. In a moment of desperation, I wanted to advise you, but I was afraid that you would reject a stranger from a thousand miles away, so I resorted to this method."
This time, he brought up Mu Wanqing's sad matter again. Her small mouth twitched and a trace of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Although Mu Wanqing looked cold and fierce on the surface, in the end, she was still a young girl in the prime of her youth. If it was in his previous life, at this age, she probably wouldn't have gone to university yet. These thoughts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he didn't know how to advise her.
After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head and secretly used her fingertips to wipe her cheeks. She asked in a deep voice, "What is your name?"
Noticing her slender jade-like fingers, Song Qingshu suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He hurriedly replied, "Miss Mu, I am Song Qingshu."
"Thank you, Great Hero Song, for saving me the other day. I will take my leave now," Mu Wanqing said coldly and turned to leave. Although she was unusually angry, and according to her usual temperament, if she met such a stinky man, she would naturally shoot him to death with an arrow. But when she thought about the incredible martial arts she saw with her own eyes, she gave up on this idea.
"She's leaving just like that," Song Qingshu muttered to himself. His reluctance to part was very obvious. Having been seen through by a beautiful woman, he didn't know how to persuade her to stay. According to his personality, he wouldn't do something like shamelessly following her like Duan Yu.
Hearing Song Qingshu muttering to himself, Mu Wanqing's ears reddened. She suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared straight at Song Qingshu. "Go wash your face. I don't want to not even know what my savior looks like."
"What's going on?" Song Qingshu knew Mu Wanqing's unusually arrogant personality. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what she was planning. He could only run to the stream at the side and wash the dirt off his face. Then, he tied up his disheveled hair with a headscarf.
Looking at the brand new Song Qingshu, a faint blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's fair face. "Alright, I've seen it clearly." After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
Could it be that she was captivated by his "handsome face"? Song Qingshu was surprised. Song Qingshu was originally a famous handsome young chivalrous man in the martial arts world. Now that he had achieved great success in his martial arts, his mythical, reserved, and calm temperament added a few notches of charm. Every time he woke up in the morning and looked in the mirror, the first thing he said was, "I've f * cking woken up by my handsomeness again."
"Wife, you …" Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in shock.
"What a good Goudan 'er, what a martial arts expert!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him and was so angry that her whole body trembled. She thought to herself that she had been deceived by him for the past two days and had even been taken advantage of by him …
"Miss Mu, I'm really sorry." Since things had come to this, there was no need to continue pretending. Song Qingshu said with a bitter smile.
"Is it really fun for a great expert like you to tease an ordinary person like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice became colder and colder.
"I think it's quite fun." Song Qingshu thought this in his heart. Of course, he absolutely didn't dare to say it out loud. "I saw that you were heartbroken and seemed to have thoughts of committing suicide. I was anxious and wanted to advise you, but I was afraid that you would reject a stranger from a thousand miles away, so I resorted to this method."
This time, he brought up Mu Wanqing's sad matter again. Her small mouth pursed and a trace of mist appeared in her beautiful eyes.
Although Mu Wanqing looked cold and fierce on the surface, in the end, she was still a young girl in the prime of her youth. If it was in his previous life, she probably wouldn't even have gone to university at this age. These thoughts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he didn't know how to advise her.
After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head and stealthily wiped her face with the tip of her finger. She asked in a low voice, "What is your name?"
Noticing her slender fingers, Song Qingshu suddenly felt his mouth go dry. He hurriedly replied, "Miss Mu, I am Song Qingshu."
"Thank you, Great Hero Song, for saving me the other day. I will take my leave now," Mu Wanqing said coldly. She then turned around and left. Although she was extremely angry, and according to her usual temperament, if she met this kind of stinky man, she would naturally shoot him to death with an arrow. But when she thought about the unimaginable martial arts she saw with her own eyes, she gave up on this idea.
"She's leaving just like that," Song Qingshu muttered to himself. His reluctance to part was very obvious. Having been seen through by a beautiful woman, he didn't know how to persuade her to stay. According to his personality, he wouldn't do something like shamelessly following her like Duan Yu.
Hearing Song Qingshu's muttering to himself, Mu Wanqing's ears reddened. She suddenly stopped moving and turned around to stare straight at Song Qingshu. "Go wash your face. I don't want to not even know what my savior looks like."
"What's going on?" Song Qingshu knew Mu Wanqing's unusually arrogant personality. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what she was planning. He could only run to the side of the stream and wash the dirt off his face. Then, he tied up his disheveled hair with a headscarf.
Looking at the brand new Song Qingshu, a faint blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's fair face. "Alright, I've seen it clearly." After saying that, she turned around and left.
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