unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 171
Zhang Yong is indeed the smartest spirit creature. He could tell early on that Song Yu was not easy to mess with, so he kept an eye on her movements. As soon as she made a move, she pulled Xiao away and ran away.

Old Phoenix was as dumbfounded as everyone else. He was shocked to realize what happened after seeing Ye Xiao rush out.

She suddenly sank her face, wanting to settle the score with Song Yu now, but Wan Lan Zong was already running so fast that she couldn't see him, so she could only snort fiercely, and Kuafu chased after Wan Lan Zong like the sun.

Zhang Yong led Zhen and ran for dozens of miles in one breath. After making sure that Song Yu couldn't catch up, he started to ask about Zhen's current situation.

He was almost naked on the mural, how could he know what was going on outside.

After Xiao talked nonsense, he felt more and more headache.

These guys didn't even give themselves a name.

This headache reached its peak when Xiao strongly demanded that he be called "Zhang San".

"Let's not talk about the name. Let me ask you, does this Song Yu have any weaknesses?"

Xiao and Zhang San scratched their heads: "Weakness? Do you want to kill her?"

Zhang Yong nodded: "The most dangerous person is this kind of person. You never know what she is going to do next. As the saying goes, a master can be beaten to death with random punches. The more such a person is, the more defenseless he is, not to mention what is happening to her. There is even a tripod.”

To deal with this kind of person, you have to use conspiracy and trickery. Even if you can't kill her, you have to lock her up.

Zhang San was very embarrassed when he thought about Song Yu's shortcomings.

He was not very familiar with Song Yu, and most of his knowledge was through Wanlan Sect.

After thinking for a long time, he bit his finger and said, "He is lazy, loves to lie, and is uneducated."

Zhang Yong: "Think about it again."

What kind of shortcomings can this be? According to him, these can be considered advantages.

Zhang San was in trouble, gnawing at his ten fingers here and there, and finally said one more: "She likes to watch the fun."

Love to watch the excitement?

Zhang Yong thought about it for a while and felt that this could be used. In an instant, many conspiracies came into his mind, and he was bound to kill Song Yu with a knife.

Song Yu was indeed lively by nature, and his favorite thing to do was to go shopping. He could walk for two hours without breathing heavily. He sometimes uttered words, provoked local snakes, and even rode Su Mian, an old horse, to run away like crazy.

So the time to return to Bianjing from Suzhou was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. By the time I returned to Bianjing, the Mid-Autumn Festival was over.

The excitement of the festival has not dissipated, and Bianjing is more than ten times more prosperous than Suzhou. Before entering the inner city, people are already rubbing shoulders at the docks in the outer city, and it is very lively.

Song Yu loved this bustling atmosphere very much. He had thousands of words in his heart, and finally condensed it into one sentence: "Damn it."

Can be considered back.

The thousands of words of others were suppressed by these three words, and they went their separate ways to wash up and repair themselves.

Song Yu and Su Mian first went to Hongqiao Wharf to have a meal.

Old Ding carried a basket across the bridge and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Scallion pancakes! Fragrant and crispy scallion pancakes!"

Song Yu stretched out his hand and took out two. Lao Ding was about to ask her for money, but suddenly he felt that this person looked familiar. After taking a closer look, he said in surprise: "Master Xiao Song?"

Song Yuda opened his mouth and greeted him: "Old Ding, long time no see. Let's see if I've changed a lot."

Old Ding saw that she kept her mouth open, as if she wanted to eat someone, so he quickly picked up the load and walked away and said, "Yes, it's a lot darker."

"Hey! Look again, look in my mouth again!" Song Yu chased his back and shouted twice. When he saw that the soles of Lao Ding's feet were missing as if they were greased, he ate half of the scallion pancake in one gulp.

"Damn old man, what look in your eyes!"

Su Mian hesitated to speak at the side, and finally told Little Loach to be the same as before.

The little loach turned back and shouted: "Mom, two bowls of fish noodles are on credit!"

Before he left, Song Yu grabbed him, opened his mouth wide at him, and kept talking.

The little loach saw her always opening her mouth wide and didn't know what she was doing. She was so frightened that she was about to cry and looked at Su Mian as if she was begging for help.

Su Mian couldn't bear it anymore and stepped on Song Yu: "If you don't shut up, your jaw will be dislocated."

Song Yu could only put his flag down and let the little Niach go: "No winks, I don't know how to appreciate my low-key luxury."

The tooth she lost was replaced with golden quicksand. At first glance, it looked golden, no different from a gold tooth.

Walking around in brocade clothes at night is not her style.

With this gold tooth, she wished that people's mouths were born open and no one was allowed to close them.

Su Mian couldn't understand her bad taste and thought that no one in the world would put spiritual objects in their mouths to act as gold teeth just to show off, so Song Yu was most likely no longer a human being.

As soon as the noodles arrived, Song Yu forgot about showing off his gold teeth and concentrated on eating the noodles. Halfway through the noodles, he suddenly felt something being rubbed hard against his feet.

Song Yu looked down displeasedly and saw that it was a big fat cat that ate almost as much as a pig.

She kicked the cat away and concentrated on eating noodles.

When the big fat cat saw the dark face, he also suspected that he had recognized the wrong person, and looked at Su Mian doubtfully.

right?
So one person and one cat looked at each other again.

Song Yu held the fish bones between his hands, put the dripping soup into his mouth and sucked on it: "Shit ball?"

The big white cat nodded sharply, nodding its chin four or five times: "Meow——"

Su Mian threw down a fish from the bowl and was very confused: "Where did you go to eat yourself into a pig?"

Soon they knew the answer. It turned out that the big white cat had been staying in the kitchen of Zhongli Qing's house for the past few months. It was not until today that they learned that Song Yu was back and left the house for the first time.

Zhong Liqing arrived at the small house outside Zhuque Gate at night and was choked by dust and coughed, almost coughing out his lungs.

Su Mian quickly put down the broom: "Why are you here so quickly?"

He was thinking that he had to wait until everyone had rested before going to Zui Jinchao or Fan Lou. He didn't expect Zhong Liqing to arrive so quickly.

It won’t work if Zhongliqing doesn’t come.

These days, he stayed alone in Bianjing, his thoughts were racing, and he almost thought of exploding.

When he learned that they had appeared in Bianjing, he fainted with excitement and rushed over not long after he woke up.

"Where's Song Yu?"

Song Yu had no time to talk to him. He was eating pork belly in the room, his mouth was full of oil, and his cheeks were about to explode.

When she saw Zhong Liqing, she had already eaten a large bowl of pork belly and a roast chicken by herself.

Song Yu swallowed the last mouthful, wiped the grease from his mouth with his hand, and called Zhong Liqing: "Sit down."

Zhong Liqing looked left and right, but couldn't see where he could sit.

The ash on the stool can be as thick as a finger.

Moreover, the room was in a mess, all of which challenged Zhong Liqing's mind and made him faint again.

He retreated from the room as calmly as possible: "Let's talk outside."

The yard was empty. Others would inevitably feel that the house was bare and shabby, but Zhongli Qing felt particularly comfortable when he saw it.

Song Yu gritted his teeth and came out, sat down in front of Zhong Liqing, crossed his legs, and vividly described the journey.

(End of this chapter)