Chapter 78 The King in the Water is Just for Fun, the Real King Depends on You
When it was Song Zhexia's turn to pay the bill, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind him, "Wait."
She turned around in confusion and met Bai Zhiyuan's cold eyes.
He looked at the orange herb in Song Zhexia's hand and said with a frown, "You actually took the last piece of Bidan grass?"
Song Zhexia paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
She smiled harmlessly, "What a pity! I was the one who took the last piece of Bidan grass."
[Mehahahaha, you can only use your grave grass?!]
Bai Zhiyuan still didn't let go, and asked with a deep look in his eyes: "Do you have any other Bidan grass?"
"Hey."
Song Zhexia felt a little pain from being pulled by him, and said softly, "Sir, I am just a weak woman, not a turtle in the wishing well."
[The turtle in the water is just having fun, the real turtle depends on you.]
"Be bold!"
The little attendant beside Bai Zhiyuan shouted at her angrily: "How dare you speak to our young master in this tone?!"
"Hey."
Song Zhexia waved his hands helplessly, "If you don't like it, there's nothing I can do."
"you--!"
Before the man could finish, Bai Zhiyuan slowly drew out the sword from his waist, pointed it at Song Zhexia, and said fiercely: "I say, you poor guys from Qianqiu Pavilion should stop learning alchemy and give me the Biyun grass."
The incident happened so suddenly that the faces of the people around changed. The owner of the drugstore was afraid that the two people would implicate him, so he squatted down in fear and hugged his head.
When the atmosphere was tense, Song Zhexia shrank his neck, looked timid, and took the initiative to say: "There are too many people here, why don't we find an open area to talk properly?"
Bai Zhiyuan put down his sword without any expression and looked at her with contempt, "Okay."
"Your Highness!"
Zuo Ren watched Song Zhexia walk away with Bai Zhiyuan, and asked anxiously, "Your Highness, your fiancée is in trouble, should we go and help her?"
The young man leaning against the tea table glanced at him slowly and sneered, "When did you become so nosy?"
"..."
Wei Jinyou looked at the increasingly blurred figure in the distance with displeasure, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and said to Hao Nan: "Follow them and see."
Hao Nan: “…”
Didn't you say to mind your own business?!
...
It was late in the day, and the temperature was cool. Soon a drizzle began to fall from the sky.
Outside an empty courtyard, Song Zhexia hugged his frail body and sneezed three times in succession, his eyes suddenly becoming redder than a rabbit's.
Bai Zhiyuan noticed this and felt even more disgusted.
Is this the waste that Qianqiu Pavilion taught?
He's good for nothing except crying.
After entering the room, Song Zhexia rubbed his eyes and waited for Bai Zhiyuan and the attendant to sit down. With a harmless expression, he spoke softly, "My fellow Taoist, actually I..."
Bai Zhiyuan put one hand on the table and interrupted her directly, "I tell you, it's useless for you to say anything."
"A loser like you should just stay in the sect and drink milk."
"Oh, okay."
Seeing that the two did not want to talk any more, Song Zhexia drew his sword and suddenly changed his expression and said, "I set a trap here."
Bai Zhiyuan:?
Before he could react, the table in front of him exploded, and several sharp poisonous needles stabbed straight at the two of them!
The two men dodged in a panic and were about to form seals with their hands when the attacking sword cut their tendons.
In the gap between his movements, Song Zhexia also took away the cloth bag on his waist and chuckled, his voice as gentle as always, "Thank you for the reminder, fellow Taoist, I will go buy some milk later."
Bai Zhiyuan's eyes turned red with pain, and he cursed, "You bastard! How dare you?!"
"You know I am-!"
Song Zhexia didn't even give him the chance to finish his words. The moment the sword energy fell, Bai Zhiyuan's mouth was full of blood.
The servants beside him were even more panicked. When they saw their young master's tongue fall to the ground, they ran out like crazy.
He had only run two steps when a turtle fell from the sky and hit him on the head accurately and steadily.
He looked at Song Zhexia's slowly approaching figure and stepped back in fear, "I tell you..."
"You...you...you caused us to get hurt. This is against the sect's rules!"
"Eh."
Song Zhexia raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a pretentious tone: "Yes, what should we do then?"
Just as the man was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the girl's faint voice again, "Then please go and die."
That person:? ? ?
Song Zhexia's smile was extremely perverted: "As long as you die, you won't be considered injured."
After hearing this, Guigui admired her train of thought, [Host, your weak character has collapsed. ]
Song Zhexia slightly curled her lips, kicked the man away, wiped her tears, and said in a sweet voice: "Oh, the dead can talk, it scares me."
"Are you satisfied?"
【…】
So fucking terrifying.
Outside the courtyard, Hao Nan witnessed the bloody scene with his own eyes and his legs went weak unconsciously.
Their Highness's fiancée...
It's so fucking scary.
Back in the house again, Song Zhexia wiped the blood off the sword with the handkerchief in Bai Zhiyuan's pocket, held his chin and looked at him with disdain for a while, then said to Guigui who was lying lazily: "Guigui, strip him of his clothes and hang him outside."
Turtle:?
[My legs are too short! ] It protested loudly.
When Song Zhexia was holding his chin up and thinking, a crackling sound of electricity suddenly appeared in his mind.
[Hint: The key character Mei Ruosheng has appeared. ]
She quickly looked outside, "The guy selling pornographic books showed up?!"