Seeing her flushed cheeks and bashful expression, Song Qingshu was taken aback. He had never expected her to say such a thing. But he reacted quickly, realizing she was cooperating with him and giving the Sky-Connecting Shaman an irrefutable reason. So he followed her lead. "That's right. She's my woman. Naturally, I can't let you kill her."
At the same time, he secretly admired her. Huo Qingtong truly deserved to be someone who had led her tribe in standing against the Mongol Empire. Her wits were inexhaustible; she could make such a decision in an instant, even at the cost of her own reputation.
Huo Qingtong cast him an approving glance as well. Sure enough, working with smart people saved a lot of trouble.
"Your woman?" The Sky-Connecting Shaman's expression was exceedingly strange. "No wonder you pursued her so closely just now."
After a pause, he looked at the two of them suspiciously. "But as far as I know, Huo Qingtong is the fiancée of Zhang Wuji, the Cult Master of the Ming Cult, isn't she?"
Huo Qingtong felt a wave of guilt and had yet to think of an answer when Song Qingshu spoke up. "Zhang Wuji and I have a grudge. Taking his women has always been a source of pleasure for me."
Huo Qingtong glared at him furiously, thinking that this man was truly shameless. Just then, his voice entered her ear through secret transmission. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. I made up an excuse to fob him off. I hope Miss Huo won't take offense."
Was it really just an excuse? Huo Qingtong deeply doubted it, especially when she remembered that before her, Zhang Wuji's fiancées had been Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min. Yet now, both had become his women.
A strange glint flashed through