Her nails did not look particularly sharp, but no one doubted that a slash across the throat could kill. The bright red polish on them looked as though it had been dyed with blood—beautiful, yet eerie.
Song Qingshu's cultivation was now extraordinarily profound. The moment she moved, he sensed it. He sidestepped, and her nails struck empty air. Without the slightest hesitation, her wrist twisted as nimbly as a snake's, and she continued attacking from the side.
But Song Qingshu was even more skilled. With a flick, a tap, and a grasp of his fingers, he restrained both her hands. "Golden Snake Silk Coiling Hand? What is your relationship with the Golden Snake Lord?"
Though both hands were restrained, Shan Yuru showed not the slightest trace of fear. Instead, she smiled sweetly. "Why don't you ask what my relationship with the Golden Snake King is?"
Song Qingshu frowned. With a snort, he pushed her aside. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Shan Yuru tucked her slightly disheveled hair behind her ear, then gave him a small curtsy. "Yuru greets you, young master."
Song Qingshu said darkly, "What young master? You're a perfectly respectable young woman—why do you have a habit of claiming random men?"
Shan Yuru covered her smile with her lips. "If you truly were Water Moon Great Sect Master, I'm afraid you would be delighted for me to mistake you."
Song Qingshu could not help feeling a headache coming on. What was going on this time? He had only been in Helin for two days, yet people had recognized him one after another. These japanese devils truly were difficult to deal with.
"Women who are too clever seldom come to a good end," Song Qingshu said as the blade in his hand slid from its sheath.
"Why