After losing the blessing of cultivation, the difference in the strength of men and women has already been revealed.

Not to mention that what Song Qingxiao is facing is still a corpse that doesn't know what pain, fear and exhaustion are.

She won very hard and was scarred.

Even the Yun Clan's so-called invulnerability, invulnerable and invulnerable Silkworm Treasure Clothes that she had obtained from the Yunjin Treasure Clothes Workshop at a great price that day was also scratched, which made her look extremely embarrassed.

"I don't know." The woman holding the cat had an instinctive fear of her.

Song Qingxiao looked very weak at this moment, but her eyes were very sharp, with an involuntarily convincing domineering, which made her subconsciously lower her voice:

"Maybe there's a surplus of food."

"Impossible!" Song Qingxiao denied her words coldly, she looked very bad, but her momentum did not lose a few women at all, and even completely suppressed them:

"After you finish eating, go and see if there is anyone next door."

"You, won't you eat?"

Hearing the meaning of her words, the youngest Juan'er forced herself to shrink back and asked her.

Song Qingxiao tilted her face, there was a dressing mirror in the distance, since she entered the shipyard, after killing the man for making a noise, the shipyard has been shrouded in fear.

The five women who originally lived in the boat had lost their hearts to dress up, and the mirror seemed to be overshadowed.

Now she sat on top of the corpse, her hazy shadow reflected in the gray mirror.

Even if the light is not very clear, Song Qingxiao can see that he is extremely bad.

Her cheeks were lifeless grayish-white, accentuating the deep hollowness and blackness of her eyes.

I haven't slept for several nights, and my eyes are already bloodshot.

After only a few days, her body was already so thin that it was almost sunken.

The torn garment hung empty on her arms, wrapping her arms and legs as thin as reeds.

Only her gaze was cold and amazingly bright, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, the image in the mirror visibly shrunk her body.

"Don't eat it."

She looked at herself in the mirror and replied lightly.

The moment the figure in the mirror heard her speak, his face showed a hint of distortion, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with her answer.

"But—"

The youngest woman stole a glance at her, "Your face is ugly. ”

She had not eaten porridge water for many days, so that her lips were dry and chapped, and when she spoke, her brittle lips burst open, dripping with blood beads and soaking out along the corners of her mouth.

"You, do you still have the strength?" She held the porridge bowl, her eyes flashed, and she asked.

When the rest of the people heard her words, they all stopped drinking porridge and listened attentively.

Song Qingxiao still hung her head and gasped rapidly, but the moment she heard her words, she raised her eyelids and her eyes were sharp:

"You can try it."

'Whew-whew-'

As she spoke, she gasped heavily, her elbows resting on her knees apart, her hands drooping, but the hand that held the ice dagger was clenched tightly.

The dagger was already melting, dripping with water.

But for some reason, when Song Qingxiao stared at him like this, the silk girl actually shrank her body, revealing fear.

She didn't dare to provoke Song Qingxiao!

At this time, she was very weak, but she exuded an extremely dangerous aura, like a fierce and fierce beast, revealing a terrifying murderous intent.

'Gollum! Grunt. ’

The sound of drinking broth sounded again, and the temptation of the youngest woman was deterred by Song Qingxiao's gaze, and finally flinched and feared.

It's just that Song Qing knows carefully that this is just a beginning, not the end.

This journey through time a hundred years ago will not come to an end, and the real test is yet to come.

As her strength weakens and the corpses grow stronger, the temptations of these well-fed and well-fed women will become more and more frequent, which means that a more serious crisis is yet to come.

And that's not all.

The external threat is fine, but in her heart, there seems to be another 'will', which begins to attack her state of mind and try to influence her will after the environment gradually deteriorates.

Song Qingxiao's gaze turned to the bronze mirror again, and the eyes of the 'person' in the mirror were opposite to her, as if she was both a little cowering and a little resentful.

She bent the corners of her mouth coldly, and saw that blood was oozing out of the cracked skin, and was licked clean by the 'Song Qingxiao' in the mirror very greedily.

Immediately after she didn't say a word, and after resting for a while, she stretched out her leg and hooked a wooden stool placed on the side of the bed, and slapped it down with a strong palm.

'Phew! ’

The palm of his hand slammed into the wooden stool with a muffled sound.

If it had been in the past, with the strength of her strength, not only would the wooden bench be shattered under this palm, but even the hull of the ship would probably have to break a big hole.

But at this time, after her strength weakened, the palm fell, and the stool only made a sound of being slammed.

The power came back, and the shock made her palms and arms extremely sore.

When several women who were drinking soup heard the movement, they were so frightened that the bowl they were holding almost fell out with a shake of their hands.

'Bang! ’

After Song Qingxiao found that he couldn't break this stool, he simply lifted it up and slammed it down to the ground.

'Boom-'

The shipyard was hit hard, and the stools on the wooden planks left a deep mark.

The hull of the boat swayed, and several women sitting and drinking soup were shocked, secretly staring at Song Qingxiao's behavior.

Song Qingxiao ignored them, and after accumulating strength for a while, he lifted the stool again and smashed it to the ground again.

'Bang! ’

"Girl—"

The women suddenly couldn't sit still, and even the woman holding the cat showed a look of fear on her face, and hurriedly stopped it:

"Such a big movement may attract other people-"

Song Qingxiao didn't speak, and lifted the stool and smashed it on the ground.

'Bang! Syllable! Syllable! ’

With each smash, the hull shook violently, leaving deep indentations on the ground.

The planks in the shipyard broke under the blow of gravity, and several women holding bowls burst into tears, like ants on a hot pot, but no one dared to stop them.

After smashing it a few times, the stool finally 'clanged' and cracked, and Song Qingxiao picked up one of the stool legs and slashed it down with the ice blade in his hand.

The power of the ice blade has been greatly reduced, but the remaining ice power on it is enough to use it to cut the wood.

In the midst of the flying sawdust, a strangely shaped wooden dagger soon took shape.

Juan'er covered her face with a bowl and secretly exchanged glances with others.

After about a few seconds, the sound of drinking soup sounded again, and everyone seemed to have regained their calm for a while.

The speed at which the ice blade melted accelerated, and the water dripped down Song Qingxiao's fingers, soaking the wooden dagger.

After losing the spiritual power of the protective body, her fingers were frozen red and she had a posture of disobeying.

But Song Qingxiao's eyes were focused, and he forcibly endured his numb arm, and pinned the wooden dagger with an increasingly thin ice blade, polishing it as sharp as possible.

I don't know how long it took, the ice blade was already as brittle as paper, and with her pinch, it snapped and finally turned into a stream of water and seeped into the wooden dagger.

Song Qingxiao raised his head at this time, reluctantly grabbed the dagger with his frozen hands, and looked up at the others.

They had finished their porridge and were staring at her with a strange look, and when they saw her gaze, they did not dare to look at her, and hurriedly turned their heads away.

The five women and the cat all ate, but the complexions of the women seemed to be worse than before they ate.

Meow. The white cat's fur was not as smooth as Song Qingxiao's first day when she saw it, and her eyes no longer showed vigilance.

When Song Qingxiao's gaze fell on it, the cat, who was afraid when she first saw her, grinned and let out a warning sound of 'ha'.

"You."

Song Qingxiao ignored the white cat who was angry at herself, stretched out her hand and pointed at a woman named Juan'er, and instructed her: "Go to the shipyard next door to see if there are any other people, and you have to look at the shipyards on the left and right, and you won't come back until you see people." ”

"You come and dispose of the corpse," she felt like she couldn't breathe as soon as she said these few words.

Halfway through his words, he paused for a moment and took a few breaths before continuing:

"At the end, fetch water to wash away the blood."

The blood on the ground was already getting more and more, almost spreading to half of the shipyard.

When she was killing today, the movement was too loud, and even the bed where she was lying was stained with a lot of blood, which looked shocking.

Several people looked at each other when they heard her command.

Song Qingxiao shook the dagger in his hand, raised his head slightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes was awe-inspiring, and the girls were suddenly afraid, got up obediently, and acted according to her instructions.

Juan'er went out crying, and the woman holding the cat carefully moved around and moved the head that she had cut off to the ground.

Today's battle is fierce, the ground and the bed are full of broken flesh and blood, and there is a faint smell of corpse.

"You, why do you-"

The woman holding the cat lifted her head that had been poked in the face, and glanced at Song Qingxiao with a complicated expression:

"We women, why do you have to work so hard," she said in a low voice, as if to persuade her:

"Women are not as good as men, as long as they maintain their beauty and please the king, they will naturally have endless glory and wealth, and even bless their families-"

As she spoke, she touched the cat in her arms:

"Looks and looks are a woman's biggest advantage." When she said this, she looked at Song Qingxiao, as if she had some regret and sympathy for her embarrassed appearance at this time:

"You look good, with your original appearance, if you have the heart to compete for favor, the king will definitely favor you, if you have a request, you will even send soldiers to protect you, why do you need to work so hard?"

Among several people, she seems to be the closest to Song Qingxiao, and her words are also very heartfelt.

But after she finished speaking, Song Qingxiao looked up at her, her eyes clear.

The woman's tone was changing, and she clearly remembered that when she first entered the shipyard, the woman holding the cat mentioned Li Guochao, obviously without much respect, and even called him by his name.

But after only a few days of hard work, it seems to have been domesticated, and he has already called him 'king', and his tone is deferential.

She reached out to touch the cat in the woman's arms, but the woman was extremely vigilant, and took a big step back with the cat in her arms, looking defensive.

"You say it as if you're describing your cat."

Song Qing's little hand fluttered into the air, and finally hung down weakly and put it on the side of her leg.

But she smiled, staring at the woman holding the human head in one hand and the white cat in the other:

"You don't need to think, you don't need to work hard, as long as you compete for favor and ask for a bite of food, it's enough."

When the woman holding the cat heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and her face turned slightly pale.

"But the price is too heavy to be worth it." She raised her eyes to look at the stunned cat-hugging woman: "I prefer to take what I want by myself rather than giving alms to others." ”

She paused:

"This way I hold on tighter, and no one else can take it away."

At this point, she trampled on the corpse under her feet and rubbed it against the planks of the shipyard with a 'creaking' sound:

"Without the protection of the soldiers, I could have killed him and saved my life."

She added, and gently lifted the dagger in her hand:

"I never give up easily."

“……”

The pupils of the woman holding the cat constricted, and she bit her lower lip stubbornly, as if she was greatly stimulated by her words, and she even took a deep breath, her chest rose and fell violently, as if she wanted to try her best to calm her inner emotions.

"You, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid." Song Qing nodded slightly, and did not hide his inner thoughts:

"But the more I am afraid, the more I remind myself to be stronger and not to slack off, so that I can better protect myself."

A flash of brightness flashed in the eyes of the woman holding the cat, but it soon seemed to dim again.

Song Qingxiao's words stimulated her greatly, and she was silent for a long time before she hobbled out with her head.

The other women heard the conversation between the two and were quiet for a while before they worked together to carry the body out and throw it into the river.

Everyone has been doing this for a few days, and they are no longer as scared as they were at the beginning.

About a quarter of an hour later, when everyone was taking a brush to clean the cabin, Na Juan'er came back with a pale face:

"The shipyards on the left and right were empty, and I walked several boats before I saw a human figure."

The war has been going on for several days, and there is a shortage of food in the army, but in recent days the women have received more meals than they have received every day.

Thinking of the spare shipyards around them, the women had a bad premonition, and when they heard this, their faces were extremely ugly.

About a quarter of an hour later, when everyone was taking a brush to clean the cabin, Na Juan'er came back with a pale face:

"The shipyards on the left and right were empty, and I walked several boats before I saw a human figure."

The war has been going on for several days, and there is a shortage of food in the army, but in recent days the women have received more meals than they have received every day.

Thinking of the spare shipyards around them, the women had a bad premonition, and when they heard this, their faces were extremely ugly.

About a quarter of an hour later, when everyone was taking a brush to clean the cabin, Na Juan'er came back with a pale face:

"The shipyards on the left and right were empty, and I walked several boats before I saw a human figure."

The war has been going on for several days, and there is a shortage of food in the army, but in recent days the women have received more meals than they have received every day.

Thinking of the spare shipyards around them, the women had a bad premonition, and when they heard this, their faces were extremely ugly.