Tianshan Tonglao's face instantly flushed crimson. "Shameless!"
Song Qingshu rubbed his fingers together as though savoring the sensation from earlier. "It's simple. If you want me not to be shameless, just answer my questions properly."
Tianshan Tonglao still kept her face turned aside, plainly refusing to cooperate.
"Then I have no choice." Song Qingshu walked over, grabbed her leg, and pulled off her shoe, revealing a small, delicate foot.
"What are you doing?" Tianshan Tonglao shrieked, finally beginning to panic.
"I have to teach you a lesson, or you'll think I'm Hello Kitty." Though Song Qingshu disliked Zhang Wuji in this life, he had to admit that tickling someone's acupoints was both the quickest and least underhanded way to get results.
As he answered Tianshan Tonglao, he pressed a finger against the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot. His internal strength was now far greater than Zhang Wuji's had ever been, and his control over it far surpassed the latter's as well.
The Yongquan acupoint lay in the depression at the center of the sole, the starting point of the Foot Lesser Yin Kidney Meridian, and was exceptionally sensitive. Even when children played by scratching the soles of one another's feet with their fingers, it could leave the other person's whole body numb and tingly. Now, Song Qingshu used Blissful Zen Qi to brush against her Yongquan acupoint, making it a hundred times more unbearable than being tickled with feathers or strands of hair.
After only a few strokes, Tianshan Tonglao could not help breaking into giggles. She tried to pull her foot away, but with her acupoints sealed, how could she move even half an inch? This torment was far worse than knives or whips. It felt as though tens of millions of fleas were crawling and