Song Qian didn't use much force.
But even so, it was still an unbearable pain for Sang Tugong. The blow to the head made him see stars and his head was buzzing.
Who am I, where am I, what do I do?
After three consecutive questions about life, the only trace of clarity left by Sang Tugong made him react instinctively with his bald head at the end. He shrank his body and escaped into the soil again with a whooshing sound.
This time, no matter how stupid he is, he still knows that he has kicked the iron plate. He cannot mess with the women in this valley.
If you can't afford it, can't you leave?
Leave here first, and it won’t be too late to deal with these people when Tong Lao comes!
“It’s fun!”
Song Qian shook the wooden stick in her hand and said excitedly: "I'm going to play for a while, and when my brother finishes fooling everyone, remember to tell him not to interfere!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she left an afterimage on the spot, and when she appeared again, she had already appeared outside the valley.
Sang Tugong was extremely scared at the moment. As one of the seventy-two cave masters under Lingjiu Palace, and also one of the few masters among the cave masters, except for Child Lao, he rarely showed such fear in this world. mood.
No wonder Lingjiu Palace issued a special order to mobilize all the seventy-two cave masters. The strength of the masters here is too unpredictable and it is really not easy to deal with them.
At this moment, he used the method of escaping to the extreme. After escaping for more than ten miles in a row, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't sense the presence of someone chasing him on the ground, so he thought the woman who gave him the stick wasn't chasing him.
While his mind was spinning, he stuck out his head to catch his breath and observe the surrounding situation.
But the moment his head popped out, he felt the sound of wind coming from above his head, and the familiar figure knocked down again with a stick.
Bang!
His head was smashed into the dirt again.
Sang Tugong's mind was confused, but the warrior's instinct drove him to continue using the earth escape method in order to survive. After changing the direction, he started running wildly in the soil.
Song Qian smiled and turned the stick in her hand, her body swayed, and an afterimage flashed across the sky. The next moment, the wooden stick in her hand fell down again.
The force of her attack was adjusted again and again according to the injuries on Sang Tugong's body. It could make the opponent miserable but not kill him directly. The pain was a bit painful, but it would not affect the opponent's continued escape.
Then, with nearly a thousand people watching, an interesting scene occurred within a few dozen miles of Leigu Mountain.
A beautiful woman with a cold temperament but a smile at the corner of her mouth, holding a black wooden stick in her hand, her figure constantly changing position, hitting the ground from time to time, and every time, it would be accurate was caught by a big round head.
After doing this for more than twenty times, Sang Tugong finally gave up.
After being hit with a stick again, Sang Tugong was crushed. This time he did not escape into the earth again, but lay on the ground with red eyes while touching the big bumps on his head.
"If you want to beat or kill the girl, please do as you please. I am too old to bear such humiliation!"
Song Qian was just in the mood for fun, and when she saw the other party messing up, she immediately said displeased: "Do you really want to die?"
Facing the other party's indifferent eyes, Sang Tugong couldn't help but shuddered, "I don't want to!"
He is a master, he is the cave master, he has power and wealth, and a wonderful life. Who wants to die if he lives well?
He has been tortured by the talisman of life and death all year round, and every year he has to experience pain that is worse than death. Even so, he is reluctant to die.
If Song Qian hadn't forced him into a desperate situation, the earth escape method that he had always used to escape had no effect. It would be strange that he would be willing to die!
"If you don't want to die, then obey!"
Song Qian raised her hand and made a move, but she saw waves of buzzing roars coming from the void, and the sound of clanging weapons being unsheathed was heard one after another.
Sang Tugong was horrified to find that on a hill not far away, the weapons of dozens of onlookers leaped up uncontrollably, and in a moment they seemed to be tempered by fire and fused together.
Song Qian raised her hand to hold it, and soon, a steel hat that seemed to have been forged through countless hardenings fell on her hand.
It is not too simple to temper these ordinary irons with the power of the soul.
She held the helmet and looked around. She seemed to be very satisfied with her weapon refining skills, and she subconsciously grinned.
But considering that there were still people watching around, she suppressed a little pride in her heart, and threw the helmet on Sang Tugong's head with a cold and indifferent look on her face.
"Put it on, let's continue whack-a-mole!"
Sang Tugong was about to cry as he touched the cold steel helmet.
Scholars can be killed and cannot be humiliated. I am too old to bully others like this!
"What, you don't want to?" Song Qian frowned slightly.
"Yes, yes!"
Sang Tugong patted his face to wake himself up, then licked his face and smiled at Song Qian: "Whack a mole, do it now. Senior, it is my honor to make you happy!"
In the face of life and death, face is nothing!
Sang Tugong quickly recognized his position.
No matter what, he must survive first. As long as he can hold on until Child Elder comes, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Sang Tugong, who kept running around in the dirt, felt a little trembling in his heart for some reason. He always felt that even if Child Elder came, she might not be a match for that cold woman.
What kind of place is this Leigu Mountain, and why are there such masters?
Could it be that the person who accepted the teachings from Wu Yazi, the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, is the woman above who wants to whack a mole?
But that’s not right. Even if you accept the transfer, your strength won’t be this strong, right?
He was a little confused, and various thoughts flashed through his mind. There were rumors that Tong Lao had an enemy who was extremely powerful. But this time, Tong Lao had mobilized almost all the forces. Could it be that he was just to deal with this woman?
Is she Tong Lao’s nemesis?
If this is true, does this woman have the antidote to the talisman of life and death?
Sang Tugong was in a dilemma. If this woman really had the antidote, he might as well just take refuge in her.
Although this woman had an eccentric temperament and liked to play whack-a-mole, he could feel that she had no murderous intentions.
Compared to Tong Lao, who has a cruel temper and likes to torture people at every turn, being hit with a few sticks on the head and being beaten to a mole is not only embarrassing, but it seems that it is not unacceptable.
No matter how uncomfortable it is, can the person who is tortured by the life and death talisman still suffer without being a ghost or a ghost?
Bang!
After driving Sang Tugong into the ground with a stick, Song Qian turned around and winked at Yao Yue, "Sister-in-law, do you want to play together? It's really fun!"
Yaoyue rolled her eyes.
Childish, I won’t play!
I am the dignified and elegant Master of Yaoyue Palace, the eldest lady of the Song family who is being married by Ming Matchmaker, and I am playing whack-a-mole with you, a little girl?
hehe?
If my husband sees me, how should he look at me?
Bang!
The metallic sound of the helmet being smashed sounded again, and Yao Yuewen went out to see Mr. Song wearing a Confucian shirt, holding a hammer made of wood in his hand, with a happy smile on his face.
"Haha, the real-life version of whack-a-mole is really fun!"
Yao Yue: "..."
