Seeing the bearded, burly man before them suddenly turn into a handsome young man, Wanyan Chongjie and Puchai Alihu instinctively rubbed their eyes, too stunned to speak for a moment. "You, you..."
Song Qingshu sighed at Wanyan Chongjie. "Your earlier guess was right. I'm not Tang Kuobian. The real Tang Kuobian was killed by Wanyan Liang long ago." He then roughly explained how, back in Kaifeng, Wanyan Liang had used others to murder Tang Kuobian before later sending assassins after him. Beside them, Ge Bi was already weeping uncontrollably, and Puchai Alihu hurried over to take her hand and comfort her.
"Now you believe that I truly intend to deal with Wanyan Liang, right?" Song Qingshu said.
Wanyan Chongjie finally came back to her senses. "Then who exactly are you?"
"You already heard my name just now." Song Qingshu glanced at Zhao Min, sleeping on the bed.
Noticing his gaze, Wanyan Chongjie first looked confused, then quickly realized. "You're Song Qingshu, the Golden Snake King!" Even Puchai Alihu stared at him in shock. After all, in the eyes of the upper echelons of Qing and Jin, the Golden Snake King was an utterly wicked archdemon.
Song Qingshu nodded. "That's right. It is I."
Wanyan Chongjie looked thrilled as she circled him and examined him from head to toe. "It's actually you! No wonder you're so capable! Hurry and tell me, how did you manage summoning wind and rain? Are you an immortal or a demon?..."
Song Qingshu's head began to ache under her barrage of questions. "Uh, of course I'm human."
"But you don't feel like one." As she spoke, Wanyan Chongjie reached out and poked his chest muscles.
Song Qingshu: "@#%￥!"
"Chong Jie, stop fooling around." Puchai Alihu could no longer stand watching and hurriedly stopped her daughter. Of