Wu Song stared at the girl who called Yan Ping, and found that her eyes were very clean, not like lying to himself, so he faintly believed the other party's words.

"Liao, Jin?" Wu Song secretly pondered in his heart, "It seems that the competition between myself and Fang Jie, Qinglong and other masters in Zhujiazhuang is a joke at all, and Jin Cai is the final winner." ”

Thinking like this, he touched his chest, and sure enough, a quarter of the ancient picture had disappeared, presumably falling into the hands of the "Uncle Wanyan" in the girl's mouth.

Suddenly, Wu Song seemed to think of something, his eyes suddenly became urgent, as if he remembered something, he stood up and walked quickly to the girl, before the other party could speak, the big hand like iron tongs grabbed the girl's arm, his face was gloomy, and he asked coldly, "Where is my thing?" ”

"You...... You let go, you scratched me. The girl was grabbed by Wu Song's iron arm, her painful face was embarrassed, there were faint tears in the corners of her eyes, and her voice was also crying.

But Wu Song, who has always been pitiful and cherished jade, ignored it at this time, and the big hand that grabbed the girl's arm still did not relax.

Tears were already flowing from the corners of the girl's eyes, and she said in a weak tone, "You let go of me, that picture is in Uncle Wanyan's, we won't ask for your things for nothing, we will try our best to meet you if there are any conditions, woo, I hurt to death when you caught me." ”

"I'm not talking about Gutu, I'm talking about the red sachet." Wu Song's tone was more eager, but the big hand that was clenched loosened, and the girl's tears calmed him down a little.

The girl glanced at Wu Song aggrievedly, her eyes were full of tears, and people couldn't help but want to take care of them from the bottom of their hearts, if Wu Song wasn't anxious at this time, she wouldn't have made such a persecutive move.

"Is this the thing?" Taking advantage of Wu Song's hand, Wan Yanping took off a sachet from her waist, the fragrance was faint, like Zhirulan.

Wu Song snatched this sachet like a treasure, and his fingers brushed the smooth fabric lovingly, and his heart finally calmed down. This is what she gave to herself when Wu Song and Youlan were separated on the Liulin River, just like the five-stringed pipa that Jin'er left to herself, Wu Song is very important to watch.

Looking at the love in the eyes of the man opposite, half of the resentment in Wan Yanping's heart had disappeared, but he still said a little angrily, "Is this the thing that makes it hurt for you to catch me?" Hmph, if I had known this, I wouldn't have asked my uncle for this sachet in the first place, so as not to ask for hardship. ”

Looking at this pouting girl, Wu Song was also a little ashamed in his heart, he was a little too much just now, he had a smile on his face again, and said in an unruly tone, "Your name is Ping'er, okay, beautiful and cute little Ping'er, don't be angry, I'll admit your mistake to you." As he spoke, he reached out and gently grasped the girl's arm, making a gesture to rub it for her.

Wan Yanping took a step back sharply and avoided Wu Song's hand, "Uncles and uncles often say that the Song people are the most cunning, so they must not believe their words, so I don't believe what you say." ”

Although Wan Yanping said so, there were no more tears in her eyes, and there were still a little droplets of water on her delicate and small face, which made Wu Song sigh with emotion, she was really a little princess who came out of a fairy tale, if she let the killer who claimed to be the "prince" in the previous organization see it, she would have to go crazy with love.

However, Wu Song is not the Lolita, what he is most worried about now is Liu Mei'er and them, "Xiao Ping'er, let me ask you, after you Jin Ren arrived in Zhujiazhuang, have you ever seen three beautiful women, one of them is a woman in purple clothes." ”

Wan Yanping seemed to think of something unspeakable, and she said a little intermittently, "No...... No. ”

Wu Song had no defense against her and believed her words. Wu Song thought that fortunately he had led most of the Liao people away, and Mei'er had little chance of being hurt, but somehow, Wu Song always had a trace of irritability in his heart, which made him feel that things might not be as simple as he thought.

If Wu Song knew what these golden people were doing in Zhujiazhuang, according to his character, maybe he would do something crazy.

Wu Song left the uneasiness in his heart behind, and carefully looked at Wan Yanping in front of him, this girl is young, and there is still a trace of childishness on her face, and the most unforgettable thing is her big eyes, blinking and blinking, like an innocent little white rabbit.

Wan Yanping saw Wu Song staring at herself, although she was a little ashamed in her heart, and wanted to lower her head and not look at the evil smile on Wu Song's face, but the girl's stubborn heart forced her not to bow her head, but to boldly look at Wu Song's gaze, looking like you can help me.

At this time, it was already late at night, and outside the tent where Wu Song was, there was no other sound except for the cries of various night insects. Thinking that he was angry with a girl in his heart in the middle of the night, Wu Song felt that he was a little nervous, and he was about to say something, when there was a burst of human voices outside, chattering, Wu Song didn't understand, the other party was talking in the language of Jinguo.

"What should I do, it's Uncle Wanyan who is here, if he knows that I am here with you, he will definitely kill you, no, you quickly find a place and let me hide." After Yan Ping heard the sound outside, she walked to Wu Song's side and whispered to Wu Song.

"What kind of world, you came to see me, and when you were seen, your uncle still wanted to kill me, and you are not a married woman, so rare?" However, Wu Song just muttered in his heart, he didn't say it, he looked around a little, and found that there was really no place to hide, except for tables and chairs, there were no big things around.

Wan Yanping also discovered this, she kept pacing anxiously, wanting to go out but couldn't get out.

"What to do, well, why are you not in a hurry at all-no, my uncle is coming in." Wan Yanping looked at Wu Song and found that he was not in a hurry at all, and immediately became angry and anxious, he didn't pity him by doing this, if he didn't ......

But Wan Yanping's thoughts were soon interrupted, and he found that his body had left the ground, one hand wrapped around his slender waist, and the other hand was actually placed in his embarrassing place.

"For the sake of my little life, I can only wronged you, Wanyan girl." Wu Song's tone suddenly became polite.

After Yan Ping reacted, a quilt had already wrapped her body, she was held tightly in her arms by Wu Song, Wu Song's fiery body made her tremble, since she was sensible, no man had ever been so close to her.

Wu Song lightly covered the two of them with the quilt, closed his eyes, snorted evenly, and snored slightly, really like a sleeping person. This is due to the training that Wu Song received in the organization in his previous life, and the trick of pretending to be asleep is a piece of cake for him.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a sharp-eyed man walked in, and his alert eyes naturally looked around, and found that there was no one else, so he turned his attention to Wu Song on the bed.

This person is none other than Wanyan Zongbi.

He took a few steps forward and looked at Wu Song, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, with appreciation in his eyes. But he thought that he seemed to have heard some voices from here just now, and he was still a little uneasy, so he took a few steps forward.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer, Wan Yanping in Wu Song's arms became nervous, her original slight snort was also a little short, her chest was "plopping, plopping", and the little hand on Wu Song's chest was also oozing a little hot sweat.

Wu Song felt that something seemed to be rising and falling in his chest, itchy, knowing that this girl was nervous, he also secretly prayed in his heart, but he didn't make a sound at this time.

Wanyan Zongbi's footsteps were heard, he looked at Wu Song's face, and found that his eyelids were not jumping, it seemed that he was really asleep, maybe he was suspicious, thinking of this, Wanyan Zongbi stopped staying, he put something on the table, and left the tent.

After about three or four minutes, when the night was quiet again outside the tent, Wu Song opened his eyes and gently lifted the quilt.

"Is Uncle Wanyan gone?" After finishing Yan Ping, she asked Wu Song with a scared face.

"He's gone, you can—" Wu Song said as he stopped, his eyes almost falling.

"Oh my God." Wu Song swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, "What exactly did I see?" ”