Chapter 262 Plastic Sisters-
The next day, Song Weichen was waiting at the door of Sichen's Mansion early in the morning, accompanied by Gu Yu and a group of maids, preparing to receive the arrival of the eldest princess.
From Qin Xueying's point of view, this is the first time she has met "Sang Pu". Song Weichen must have the proper etiquette under this vest.
However, Mo Tingfeng could not wait with her here. After all, he was the master of Si Chen and was inconsistent with etiquette.
Earlier, he was busy until daybreak before returning to Tingfeng Mansion from the dungeon. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Weichen had combed his hair and was ready to go out to greet him - even though Guyu had already prepared for her Even with lipstick, he couldn't hide his pale face, which made him very worried.
"Wei Wei, don't force anything. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to go so early. Your health is urgent."
Song Weichen smiled lightly and shook his head to express that he was fine.
She did not rest well and could not enter deep sleep at all - every time she was about to fall asleep, the creepy mask with empty eye sockets of the Corpse Ghost King would suddenly appear, and Jie Jie would pass by with a smile, making her laugh. She suddenly woke up.
Although half of Mo Tingfeng's consciousness protects her, the Mask of the Ghost King cannot harm her at close range or drag her into a nightmare. But it is also true that she does not rest well. Increasing wear and tear is not a long-term solution. After all, the problem of the death curse must be solved as soon as possible.
It’s just that Mo Tingfeng has been awake for several nights. One is because of the case of the Necromancer, which is unknown and extremely threatening. If it is not controlled, the people will not be safe; the other is because of her. The death curse on the body.
She knew he was giving his best and she never wanted to add to his psychological burden.
Or should I say, she wanted to look powerful so that he could relieve his stress.
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"Mr. Mo, can we shake hands?"
Song Weichen walked to the door and then turned back, extending his right hand towards Mo Tingfeng—— She taught him that shaking hands and saying "hello" when meeting someone and saying "goodbye" when leaving was a modern business etiquette that belonged to where she came from.
...Why do you think of shaking hands for no reason?
Based on Mo Tingfeng’s understanding of her, he must be holding it back to do something bad, but when he saw the white and tender little hand she stretched out to him, there was no clue about it, so he shook it suspiciously. Go up.
"Pa!"
The moment she held it, her hand instantly transformed into that strange hand. The scarlet nails grew several times longer, and they were intricately connected to Mo Tingfeng's hand. His wrists were tightly locked, and the ridges on the back of his hands suddenly became longer and sharper, like steel nails pressing into the arteries in his hands.
"How is it? You are awesome! Compliment me."
Song Weichen raised his face, full of pride.
Mo Tingfeng raised his eyebrows. There is something about this little girl. After not seeing her for a night, she was able to fuse the phantom with herself to form a fighting body. I originally wanted to take the time to teach her how to practice this method in the past two days. Unexpectedly, I have become self-taught without a teacher.
He deliberately tried her, and exerted 20% of the force, which was about the level of a quasi-B level, and squeezed her back. For a moment, the joints of his hand made a clanging sound - this terrible restraining force!
"Damn it..."
It was obviously the same hand as usual, with slender fingers and a warm and dry palm. Every time he pulled her, she felt an indescribable peace of mind - but Why did this hand become so dangerous and unfamiliar at this moment?
"Wei Wei, try your best to fight me."
Mo Tingfeng's face was full of spring breeze and warmth, and he was completely different from the devil's power coming from his hands.
Song Weichen gritted his teeth and drove the "Bone Spine Steel Nail" to stab his wrist vitals, but it was like piercing a copper wall, and the steel nail could not hurt him at all.
On the other hand, the feeling of oppression and annihilation in her hands like a python was getting heavier and heavier, forcing Song Weichen to forcibly absorb the puppet energy from the puppet master and inject it into his foreign hand, trying to compete with Mo Tingfeng's power.
After all, he was a little impatient. The puppet energy in Yu Puppet had not yet been refined. Not only could the alien hand not be able to absorb it, it also had a reaction force on Song Weichen himself.
She felt her heart sting sharply, her body swayed, and her nosebleeds came out unsatisfactorily.
“Weiwei!”
Mo Tingfeng quickly stopped his strength, supported Song Weichen, took out the brocade handkerchief in his arms and carefully wiped her nose.
"How do you feel? Blame me, blame me! It's too harsh..."
Song Weichen's face seemed to be getting worse, the phantom body of the alien hand disappeared instantly, and she held onto Mo Ting with both hands. Feng Zizhuo barely stood still, trying to calm down the rising blood.
"It's okay, I'm okay..."
She tried her best to smile at him, "I'm very powerful now, not so squishy."
"What's the result of the trial just now? I've made progress. "?"
"Yes, the progress is very obvious, it is almost a quasi-B level of magical power, but..."
Mo Tingfeng's worry and distress are visible to the naked eye, he will She carefully took him into her arms and put her hand on his slightly cool cheek.
"Wei Wei, your physical condition does not allow you to work so hard, do you understand?"
"You have me and let me be your sense of security, okay? Take everything slowly, okay?"< br>
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Hearing this, Song Weichen's eyes flashed with deep pain and sadness, and he quickly covered it up - if nothing else, even if she could escape the death curse of the Ghost King of Corpse Tuo The catastrophe, being able to successfully walk out of the "Middy Forest" where the warlock's ranking test was, and being able to withstand the near-death torture when the mark of the previous life occurred... The time she spent with him was running out.
On July 7th, in the Palace of Eternal Life, this hatred will last forever.
When the Chinese Valentine's Day is over, when he lifts the restraint on killing love, he will completely forget about her.
As fate would have it, he was destined not to be her sense of security. The only sense of security could only come from herself.
...Song Weichen felt cruel in his heart.
No matter what, she must live until Chinese Valentine's Day!
Try to live until then, so that Ji Baishou can take some of her essence, her blood, her passionate tears, and give Mo Tingfeng the medicine to lift the restriction - this is what she can do The best thing he did.
For this reason, she must become stronger to have a chance of surviving until that moment.
So how could she not be in a hurry? She was so anxious! !
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"Weiwei, don't go to the mansion to greet the eldest princess. I'll let He Ran go. You are feeling unwell and need to stay in bed." Mo Tingfeng's words shook her The mind is brought back to reality.
Song Weichen calmed down, broke out of his arms, and looked at Mo Tingfeng with slight disgust.
"Brother, pay attention to your dangerous remarks. I am just a little violinist from Tingfeng Mansion. As long as it has not fallen into a box, I have to crawl over it."
"Oh, By the way, I almost forgot.”
Song Weichen took out the little meat ball from the puppet control realm and stuffed it into Mo Tingfeng’s arms.
“You have been talking about you all night, and I almost didn’t ride my scooter to the dungeon to confess my blood to you. This filial piety moves the heavens and the earth. I declare! From today on, his custody rights will be It’s yours.”
After saying that, he turned around to leave, but Mo Tingfeng grabbed his arm.
"What bad idea are you making?"
"Hehe..."
Song Weichen laughed so shamelessly.
"Well, the main reason is that I want this guy to get familiar with Qin Xueying. If there is any trouble, he can show off his cuteness in front of the eldest princess and become my spy. But if it is If you show up with me, this matter will be over. I guess the spies will become targets before they are caught.”
"So now it urgently needs the blessing of your father's aura. The son is as valuable as the father!"
Mo Tingfeng was very happy, thinking that she was smart and knew how to use the power of the little guinea pig to wait for opportunities to find out the news. Knowing oneself and one's enemy is easy to adapt to changes - with this kind of awareness, he feels more at ease.
"Go."
"If you really feel uncomfortable, come back first. Since the little meat ball can be the son of the father, why can't you be the wife of the husband?"
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Song Weichen had been waiting at the door for an hour. Although it was already March, the temperature was still a bit cool, so she couldn't help but sneeze loudly again.
“Ah sneeze!”
Song Weichen sniffed and wondered, what happened since last night? Could it be a pollen allergy?
Impossible, absolutely impossible, the woman's intuition told her that it must be the old Longjing who did something wrong.
"Sister Sangpu, the weather is still cold, why don't you wear more clothes? No wonder it makes my sister feel distressed~~"
Speaking of Cao Cao, Meng De arrived.
Ruan Mianmian's charming voice came from not far behind him. Song Weichen curled his lips. Needless to say, this big green tea must have come to greet Qin Xueying, and he was very attentive.
After yesterday's "battle", Song Weichen didn't even bother to pretend anymore and turned a deaf ear to her voice.
Suddenly, a delicate fur shawl was gently placed on her shoulders, and a familiar strong fragrance hit her. It was actually Ruan Mianmian who had draped it with her own hands.
"Good sister, take care of yourself. If you are cold or sick, brother Tingfeng will inevitably feel distressed."
......
Where did this old Longjing song come from? Could it be that this shawl is poisonous?
Song Weichen was puzzled by her sudden change of attitude. For safety reasons, she took off the shawl and handed it back to Ruan Mianmian.
“I’m sorry, I, a humble servant with no roots and no connections, can’t afford such an expensive fur shawl. Miss Mianmian is too precious, so you should wear it yourself.”
Song Weichen reached out and handed the shawl back, but Ruan Mianmian did not take it, but his face turned red and white, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he had been wronged in every way.
After a moment, she finally spoke, with a faint cry.
"What are you doing standing there, why don't you come and pick me up."
"Yes..."
Not far behind Ruan Mianmian, her personal maid Du Juan responded weakly. He made a sound and moved slowly over.
Du Juan's body was as thin as paper, even thinner than Song Weichen's. Her body was shaking faintly with every step she took. Her hands were hidden in her wide pipa sleeves, but they looked unusually bulging, something was obviously wrong.
Song Weichen subconsciously took two steps back - the fur shawl in her hand was further away from Du Juan.
Cuckoo managed to take two more steps and finally stood still. She was shaking badly and seemed about to fall down at any time.
"Useless things..."
Ruan Mianmian cursed in a low voice and asked another maid to send Du Juan back to the Lord's Mansion.
...
"What's wrong with her?"
Song Weichen rationally believed that she should not care about Du Juan. After all, the "memory" given to her by Ruan Mianmian's ex-personal maid, Magpie, was so profound that she In principle, he did not want to have anything to do with anyone around Lao Longjing.
But she couldn't help but ask. It was obvious that there was something wrong with Du Juan. No matter what the reason was, it should be paid attention to.
"It's nothing. This girl is clumsy. She fell down on the ground last night. Not only did she get hurt, she also broke several pieces of Ru porcelain from the Venerable Mansion. No, the master is still waiting here. She could go back and rest like an uncle. Really... if she had met me, she would have been sent out of the house long ago."
Ruan Mianmian's hypocritical behavior was really disgusting. Song Weichen rolled her eyes and didn't want to care anymore, but she took the initiative to come over and held Song Weichen's arm affectionately.
“Good sister, it was my sister’s fault yesterday. You scolded me and hit me, so please forgive me, okay?”
“Everything in the past has gone with the wind. From now on, our hearts are united and we are as close as twin sisters, okay?”