"So that was it." Song Qingshu nodded, then asked a few more questions about the Persian Headquarters. Daiqisi answered them all. Seeing that there was nothing else to ask, Song Qingshu snapped his fingers and jolted Daiqisi out of her trance.
Unlike the various nations of this world, which schemed and fought among themselves, Song Qingshu, having come from the future, knew all too well how powerful the Mongol Empire was. Deep down, he regarded the Mongol Empire as the ultimate boss. The Jin Dynasty, the Manchus, and the like were merely elite monsters. There was no need to damage the grand plan of resisting the Mongols for the sake of immediate gains.
Though Daiqisi belonged to the Ming Cult, Song Qingshu currently needed the Ming Cult to hold back the Mongol Empire. In a sense, she was on the same side as him. Back at Blackwood Cliff, he had been willing to spare even the Lord of Light for the time being, much less a mere Dragon King of Purple Robes.
"What did you do to me just now?" After regaining consciousness, Daiqisi was stunned for a while and tried hard to recall what had happened, but she could not remember anything. She only remembered the feeling of being unable to refuse his requests. Instinctively, she retreated several steps and stared at him in alarm.
Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "Why are you covering your chest? Do you think I took the chance to strip you? I'm not that low. Besides, it wasn't as though I hadn't seen them already."
Daiqisi blushed. She had just secretly checked that her clothes were intact and showed no signs of having been disturbed. "What exactly did you do to me?"
"Don't worry, I didn't do anything harmful to you." Song Qingshu