Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Everything went black, and my body kept falling downwards. Then, with a snap, the flap above my head closed.

The fall was a depth of four or five zhang (approximately 10-12 meters).

In the darkness, only a sweet, coquettish voice could be heard, shouting in embarrassment and anger, "Let go of me! Let go..."

Song Qingshu felt the soft, warm body in his arms struggle violently, almost hitting his vitals.

He felt a surge of anger; this girl had almost fooled him.

Her nonchalant "you can leave now" attitude just now was so convincing that he almost believed her.

If he hadn't remained wary, and if he hadn't seen the sly smile on her face when he finally stepped on the flip-flop, he would have actually locked her up there.

In a fit of anger, he raised his hand and slapped that most round and soft part of her.

"Smack."

A crisp sound echoed through the dungeon.

The person who had been struggling violently in his arms suddenly stopped moving.

About a second or two later.

A scream rang out.

"Song Qingshu! I'll kill you!"

What followed was a furious barrage of punches and kicks.

She was like a cat with its fur standing on end, attacking him with both hands and feet. Her strength was far from that of a gentle young lady; every punch and kick carried real internal force, and it really hurt when it hit him.

Song Qingshu didn't dare to activate his internal energy to protect himself, fearing that the backlash would hurt her. He could only endure it, and as he did so, she beat him until he was grimacing.

"Stop making a scene." He endured the pain and spoke in a deep voice, "If you keep making a scene, I'll hit you again."

He felt the delicate body in his arms tremble violently, as if those words had immense power.

The punches and kicks stopped, the struggling stopped, but she didn't stay still.

The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder; he had been bitten.

"hiss--"

Song Qingshu gasped, the veins on his forehead throbbing with pain. This woman really didn't hold back with her words.

Just as I was about to get angry, I heard a sobbing sound.

Hey!

His heart softened, and he gritted his teeth and let her go.

After a long while, as if she had bitten enough, she released her mouth.

There were still sobs, though they were not clearly visible in the darkness, but you could vaguely see tear tracks on her eyes.

Song Qingshu felt a pang of guilt and slowly released her.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have... I apologize, alright?"

  

He softened his voice and reached out to wipe her tears, but his fingertips had just touched her slightly cool cheek when he was slapped away.

The force wasn't strong, but she turned her face away in a huff.

"Don't touch me."

Zhao Min's voice still carried a sob, but it had regained some of its cool and aloof quality.

"Song Qingshu, I hate you... How dare you..."

She couldn't continue speaking; even now, she could still feel a burning pain where she had been slapped.

In the darkness, she could be vaguely seen biting her lower lip, looking both fierce and aggrieved.

She slowly took two steps back and sat down against the wall, and Song Qingshu simply sat down opposite her as well.

The steel cage was only a few feet in circumference, and the two people could only be a step apart at most.

In the silence, their breaths mingled and echoed in the narrow space.

After a while, Song Qingshu couldn't wait any longer; if he waited any longer, the Ming Cult would be wiped out.

"Um...did it hurt?" Song Qingshu tried to ease the tension, but he regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Shut up!"

Zhao Min gritted her teeth and squeezed out two words.

"You set the trap first, and I failed. We're both in the wrong, so let's call it even. Will you let me out?"

Song Qingshu softened his tone and continued to try to communicate.

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Min coldly replied, "Don't even think about it!"

Song Qingshu's temper flared up again. Anxious to leave, he stood up abruptly and demanded, "You really won't let me go?"

"I won't let go!"

Zhao Min also stood up abruptly, her cheeks puffed out in anger.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, staring intently at each other.

At this moment, the two were extremely close. Song Qingshu felt her rapid breathing and fragrant breath, and his heart skipped a beat.

I didn't want to use the original trick, but you forced me to.

He struck with lightning speed, hitting her pressure point under her armpit, rendering her unable to move.

Zhao Min thought he had suddenly harbored evil intentions, and that's when she really panicked.

He yelled, "You brat, what...what are you doing?"

"Miss Zhao acted expediently in a time of crisis, and has offended others in order to save lives."

After saying that, Song Qingshu gently laid her down against the wall.

He pulled off her right shoe and sock, and extended his index finger to press on the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot.

As you circulate your internal energy, a warm current flows back and forth across the Yongquan acupoint.

Damn it! It has to be Zhang Wuji, that kid. He looks so honest, but he came up with such a brilliant idea—the Nine Yang Manual foot massage version.

The Yongquan acupoint is the starting point of the Foot Shaoyin Kidney Meridian, and its sensation is the most acute. When the warm Qi of the Nine Yang Circulation flows through it, it is a hundred times more itchy than ants biting.

As soon as they made contact, Zhao Min couldn't help but giggle and tried to dodge, but her pressure points had been pressed and she couldn't move an inch.

This pain was far worse than being cut by a knife; it felt like tens of thousands of ants were gnawing at my internal organs. I only managed to laugh a few times before bursting into tears again.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she felt an unbearable itch all over her body. "You bastard...you brat...I...I won't forgive you...sob...sob, I was wrong...please forgive me...Young Master Song..."

Song Qingshu asked, "So, will you let me out or not?"

Zhao Min cried, "I'll let it go... I'll let it go..."

Song Qingshu then released her and untied her pressure points.

Zhao Min took a deep breath, hugged her knees, and glared at Song Qingshu with hatred.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Song Qingshu picked up the stockings and grabbed her right foot with one hand. As soon as he touched her soft and delicate ankle, Zhao Min pulled her foot back. She felt a strange sensation in her heart, snatched the stockings, and put on her shoes and socks herself.

She stood up, wiped away her tears, and without saying a word, reached out and touched a circle carved on the wall.

In the circle, he made seven or eight quick and slow, long and short movements.

As soon as the knocking stopped, Kula shouted, and a beam of light shone down from above as the flip panel opened.

After doing all this, Zhao Min turned her head away, stood to the side, and remained silent.

Seeing her like this, Song Qingshu felt a little sorry for her and patted her on the shoulder to say something.

As soon as he reached out his hand, she took a step forward and dodged away, still refusing to look at him.

After a moment of silence, Song Qingshu, knowing the Ming Cult members were desperately waiting for help, dared not delay any longer. He used his lightness skill to scale the wall and reached the exit, where he heard a voice from afar: "Miss Zhao, I'm leaving~"

Zhao Min then raised her head and stared blankly at the exit.