Qingshu Wuji

Wang Baobao woke up from a coma.

But he didn't rush to open his eyes, instead he felt his situation.

Here, the wound on the right abdomen still hurts, but it feels a little cold, it should be herbal medicine.

There was a slight breeze on his face, but it wasn't too big. It seemed that he should be lying inside the house.

The place under his body was hard yet soft, and the place where his palms touched felt like cotton cloth. It seemed that he should be lying on the bed...

Wang Baobao was still eager to continue guessing, when he heard a cold voice suddenly.

"Don't pretend to be asleep when you wake up."

Wang Baobao opened his eyes, raised a bright smile, and smiled at Song Qingshu beside the bed: "Qingshu is really kind to me, and he actually guarded me all night."

"Quickly tell me, how to cure my junior brother's cold poison." Song Qingshu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, he knew that Wang Baobao's greatest ability was to talk about him from left to right.

"Huh? Where are we now?" Sure enough, Wang Baobao began to argue.He took a look at the thatched hut they were in. Although there were not many furnishings, it was clean and tidy, not like a hut where hunters lived temporarily while hunting.

"Well-intentioned people." Song Qingshu didn't tell the truth.After Wang Baobao passed out last night, people from the Ancient Tomb Sect appeared.Only then did Song Qingshu know that the people of the Ancient Tomb Sect had seen everything that happened before.

But this is only reasonable, after all, this is their territory.But it should be because Juejueshi is not in danger of life, so he didn't intervene.Otherwise, according to the origins of the Ancient Tomb Sect and the Emei Sect, even if Wang Baobao succeeds in his treacherous scheme, he would not be able to kill Miejue Shitai so easily.

Song Qingshu didn't have the extravagant hope of entering the ancient tomb, but he still had a glimmer of hope and asked if there was a place to rest.Afterwards, he was brought here, and he was also given wound medicine, clean water and food, and treated Wang Baobao's injury hastily.

Although his injury looked terrible, but he was clever at the time, Jue Shi was too exhausted and did not stab too deep, as long as the bleeding stopped, there would be no serious problems.

"I'm thirsty." Wang Baobao sat up and stretched out his hand to Song Qingshu as a matter of course.

Song Qingshu was patient and poured him a glass of water.

"I'm hungry." Wang Baobao smiled at him as a matter of course after drinking the water.

Song Qingshu repeatedly said to himself, be patient, be patient.Frowning, he took the cup and stuffed him with a bun.

After finally waiting for Wang Baobao to chew and eat the buns slowly, he wiped his mouth, raised his head and smiled at him and said, "One more."

Song Qing stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly said: "You lied to me when you said my brother's cold poison can be cured?"

Wang Baobao pointed at the sky and called Qu and said, "How could I lie to you Qingshu? Back then, I let him hit the Xuanming God's Palm, not just to torture him, but to use it to coerce Zhang Cuishan and his wife to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts. I hugged him With this kind of thought, there will naturally be a way to undo the cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body."

Song Qingshu was dubious, but it did make sense logically.No matter what, if there is another way to get rid of the cold poison on Zhang Wuji's body, Song Qingshu will definitely try his best to find it.After all, "Nine Suns Manual" is too illusory, if there is a chance to reduce Zhang Wuji's suffering for a few years, he will naturally not give up.

"Baozi." Wang Baobao shook his hands at him.

Be patient, be patient.Song Qingshu handed him another bun from the table. "How to cure cold poison?"

Wang Baobao stretched out his index finger and shook it, "Eating is silent."

Song Qingshu's face was ashen, knowing that this person took pleasure in provoking him, the angrier he was, the happier he was.So he took a deep breath and calmly watched Wang Baobao solve the bun in his hand with a tortoise-like speed.And when he finished eating, he was handed a glass of water without him even opening his mouth.

The smile on Wang Baobao's face deepened, and he felt that Song Qingshu was really a wonderful person who learned how to serve others so quickly.

But after he rinsed his mouth, he found that Song Qingshu was still sitting there, looking at him indifferently without saying anything, contrary to his impatience just now.

Wang Baobao also sat there contentedly at the beginning, thinking that Song Qingshu was anxious to know how to cure his junior brother's cold poison, so he couldn't help but speak first.But time passed so slowly, Wang Baobao began to realize that he was wrong, he should not be more patient than those who are used to practicing Taoism in Wudang Mountain.

So Wang Baobao had no choice but to cough lightly to break the silence, touched his nose and said, "You want to save your junior brother, so what will you give in exchange?"

Song Qingshu said coldly: "I saved your life last night, isn't that enough?"

Wang Baobao curled his lips and said: "Then my Yitian sword was given away by you!"

Song Qing wrote without changing his face, "You are still poisoned by Shixiang Ruanjin Powder."

Wang Baobao raised his hand to run down his hair, and suddenly took out a pill from the bun and stuffed it into his mouth, and said with a smile: "Now the poison will be cured."

Song Qingshu was taken aback. When he gave Wang Baobao medicine to heal his injuries, he confiscated all the bottles and jars on his body, but he never thought that he would hide an antidote in his hair.I'm afraid it wasn't something he had hidden long ago, but the moment after he was injured last night, he thought he would search for the antidote to save Master Miejue, and took the lead in keeping an extra one for himself.

It's terrible!

Just like playing chess, Song Qingshu felt that he could at most think about what the opponent would do next, but Wang Baobao obviously could think about ten moves later... If it wasn't for Song Qingshu's golden finger given to him by God, he knew the general direction of the world And the situation, he has no strength to parry in front of Wang Baobao.

Song Qingshu was still shocked, but found that Wang Baobao had stood in front of him at some point, showing him his well-maintained muscles.

Song Qingshu frowned, feeling that he was a little too close.

It was as if he leaned over suddenly last night.What exactly is he trying to do?

At this time, Wang Baobao's sweet laughter came from the top of his head: "Qingshu, in fact, your internal injuries are not healed yet? The internal strength is probably only [-]% left?"

Song Qingshu looked up in shock, only to find that the curvature of Wang Baobao's lips became deeper.

"Here, it seems that there is only [-]% left." Wang Baobao smiled slightly, bent down, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, trapped Song Qingshu on the chair, and looked at his slightly panicked eyes with enjoyment , and said with a smile: "The cold poison on Zhang Wuji's body, I originally planned to use it to blackmail him to tell Xie Xun's whereabouts."

"You're dreaming, Wuji would rather die than reveal the whereabouts of his adoptive father." Song Qingshu stared at him, suddenly feeling that he had changed from a hunter to a prey.A few minutes ago, he still took the initiative to say...

Wang Baobao laughed again. He stared at Song Qingshu and smiled meaningfully: "Yes, I know that. So, we have to think of another exchange condition, which can be equivalent to the condition of Xie Xun's whereabouts."

Song Qingshu felt that the two of them were too close. When Wang Baobao spoke, he could feel his breath on his face.Song Qingshu leaned back on the chair without any trace, and said lightly: "You have thought about it a long time ago, haven't you?"

Wang Baobao sized up Song Qingshu with his long, narrow and deep phoenix eyes for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "Yes, I thought of it. Song Qingshu, if you want to undo the cold poison on your junior brother, you can exchange it with your body." Bar!"

Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "Do you want me to be loyal to you? Are you not afraid of me being an undercover agent?"

"Oh? It seems that you still don't understand what I mean..." Wang Baobao's eyes flickered. For this dull person, he decided to obey his own desires.

Wang Baobao is a person who does whatever he thinks of, so he suddenly bent down, fixed Song Qingshu's head with both hands, and kissed Song Qingshu's lips fiercely.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a moment, he only felt a shadow in front of his eyes, and the next moment, he only felt a soft but domineering object aggressively attacking his lips.