PFC Chapter 131 Cold War
Chapter 131 Cold War
Song Yu woke up in the carriage. The shaking under her body made her dazed for a moment.
After coming to his senses, he sat up suddenly.
A familiar voice came from the side: "Don't get up too quickly, you will feel dizzy."
Song Yu turned his head and saw Su He.
No, he should be called Qing Ling at this moment. The dreaded Demon Cult leader Qing Ling.
Qingling has returned to his original appearance. This familiar face that Song Yu had seen for a hundred days now felt extremely unfamiliar to him.
She withdrew her gaze and did not respond to Su He.
Su He's expression was stunned, but he quickly returned to normal. He still spoke softly to Song Yu, "Ah Yu, you've been sleeping all day. You must be hungry. Drink some water first. I'll ask someone to bring some food."
As he spoke, he poured a glass of water and placed it on the small table in the carriage.
The carriage was unusually large, with benches on three sides and a small table in the middle.
The bench can even be used for lying down, as Song Yu had just done.
Song Yu looked at the structure of the carriage and pushed open the window next to it. A tall brown horse came into view, with a man in black tights riding on it.
The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a slender figure, and a pair of long legs, which were clamped around the horse's belly.
Song Yu looked at the scenery outside the carriage. They were walking on the road, but they didn't know what kind of road it was or where it led to.
"Stop the car." Song Yu closed the window and shouted.
But the carriage did not stop, and Song Yu had to look back at Su He.
The two looked at each other, Su He's expression was gentle, and there was even a hint of flattery in his eyes.
"Ayu, let's go to Tianshu City now. There is a branch of Qingyang Sect there. After we get there and finish our business, we will go back to Qingyang Mountain." Qingling said.
Song Yu looked at him, and after listening to what he said, he only uttered two words coldly: "Tell them to stop the car."
Qing Ling said, "Tell me what A Yu wants and I'll tell them to get it."
"I said I want to get off the car, I want to get off the car, ask them to stop." Song Yu raised his voice.
Su He maintained a calm expression even in the face of Song Yu's rage.
Song Yu didn't want to yell. To put it nicely, her personality is gentle, and to put it bluntly, she is indifferent.
There are very few things or events that can affect her mood. When she suddenly traveled through time, she was able to adapt quickly.
Even after learning that she was a transmigrator in a book, she was able to quickly figure it out after a few words of comfort from Su He.
She doesn't care whether it's time traveling or traveling through a book, nor does she care about the evil sect or the righteous path. These have nothing to do with her.
She just wanted to live a good life in this strange and lonely world.
Although she rescued Qingling out of compassion, she took him in later because she thought he was the same as herself.
This world is unfamiliar to them, but they will sympathize with each other and become like-minded partners.
They had been together for so many days and experienced so many things. She even began to develop thoughts that she shouldn't have had.
She originally only wanted to find the way home. She was in panic every day. She was not used to the life here, the people here, and even more so, their thoughts.
But Qingling happened to have an accident. She saved him and he told her that he had lost his memory.
This world was also unfamiliar to him. She suppressed her discomfort with this world and regarded him as a support, so she temporarily gave up looking for a way home.
She worried about Qingling, planned for Qingling, and even went so far as to scheme against others.
In the end, it was all just my own wishful thinking.
The hypocritical leader of the martial arts world, the disguised leader of the evil cult, everything is so fucking ridiculous.
Song Yu felt as if there was a breath stuck in his chest that he couldn't swallow or spit out.
She didn't want to take revenge on Qingling for deceiving her, and she couldn't afford to take revenge.
The villain in the book is cruel, decisive, and has superb martial arts skills. If he had not been plotted against in the end, all the righteous people would have been wiped out.
She is such a big shot who can make clouds and rain with a wave of her hand. She knows her own limitations and believes that revenge is nothing but a fantasy.
So she accepted it. She just wanted to leave and stay away from all these bad things.
But she admitted it, but Qingling didn't. Song Yu wanted to leave and stay away from him. How could he let her go like that?
He knew that Song Yu was angry, and he also misjudged Song Yu's reaction.
But it doesn't matter. He can wait, wait for Song Yu to calm down, wait for Song Yu to change his mind. No matter how long it takes, he can wait as long as Song Yu doesn't leave.
Seeing Song Yu's uncharacteristic mood, Qing Ling said soothingly: "Okay, I'll ask them to stop the car, don't worry."
After that, he knocked on the carriage, not making a loud sound: "Stop."
The carriage slowly stopped. Song Yu didn't even look at Qingling. He opened the door and jumped out.
Qingling followed closely behind. After getting off the carriage, Song Yu saw that in addition to the black-clothed man he had just seen through the window, there were other people surrounding the carriage.
At a rough glance, there are no less than ten people.
"Leader." A man in black knelt on one knee. Although he was kneeling in front of Song Yu, Song Yu knew that he was definitely not calling him.
Song Yu ignored him and walked around him to leave, but his arm was grabbed: "Ayu, where are you going?"
Qing Ling's voice instantly made the people around him look over secretly.
They were all former members of the Qingyang Sect, and were still loyal to Qingling, having followed him for some time.
When had they ever heard the leader speak in such a gentle voice?
That’s right, it’s gentleness. If you talk about gentleness in the face of the big devil feared by the martial arts world, I’m afraid few people will believe it.
So there was a hint of shock in their eyes.
Song Yu was keenly aware of the gazes being cast upon her, and she did not want to become a monkey being watched in the zoo.
She tried to break free from Qingling's grip, but he held her even tighter.
Qingling took advantage of her strength to break free and moved closer to her.
"Ayu, can you please tell me what you want?" Qingling said.
Song Yu's voice was cold: "I want you to stay away from me."
A look of hurt flashed across Qing Ling's face for a moment, and the air pressure around him instantly dropped.
The subordinates surrounding him lowered their heads, not daring to investigate further.
"What's going on? Why don't you leave?" A teasing voice sounded.
A middle-aged man with gray hair came in front of Song Yu.
Song Yu looked at the person who came and was not sure of his identity, but he knew without guessing that he must be a member of the Demon Cult.
Qing Ling held Song Yu's hand tightly and did not forget to introduce her: "This is the ghost doctor Ye Shuangbai."
There was a slight fluctuation of emotion in Song Yu's eyes.
She glanced at Ye Shuangbai. This legendary ghost doctor was different from what she had expected.
She thought that a doctor with this title should be a very experienced old doctor, and might have a strange temper.
But the man in front of him looked to be no more than forty or fifty years old, and his temper... I didn't understand it for the time being.
But these have nothing to do with her now.
She had been worried before, and if she couldn't find the ghost doctor, she would never give up until the last moment.
Who knew, she didn't need to spend so much effort looking for it, she was just worrying about nothing.
When he thought of this, Song Yu felt even more depressed.