Chapter 1100 If You Dare to Let This Body Get Dirty, I Will Kill You!

Song Qing held Huo Yirong's wrist holding her hair with both hands, and asked in an excited voice: "Does Madam agree that I return to her?"

She only told Qin Ruan that the Song family wanted her to marry.

Deep down in my heart, I wondered if the other party was hesitating to let her come back.

Huo Yirong frowned, and his already gloomy face became even more gloomy. He really couldn't understand the woman in front of him: "What a mess! Since you have left the Huo family, you have no right to come back!"

Song Qing's expectation was instantly wiped out. She pinched Huo Yirong's wrists with both hands, turned it around and controlled it with a little force, and said with a worried expression: "Stay away from me!"

She was so crazy that her excitement was in vain!

Huo Yirong lowered his sinister eyes slightly and looked at his red wrist. The light in his eyes was dim and unclear, as if a storm was brewing.

"Song Qing, you are really not afraid of death!"

Song Qing rolled her eyes at him: "I am living well, and I will not die even if you die."

She was a demon, how could she die so easily?

Humans only have a lifespan of a hundred years, but she has a lifespan of thousands of years. How can the two be compared?

Seeing Song Qing becoming more and more arrogant, Huo Qiang shouted sternly: "Song Qing!"

Huo Yirong leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand to strangle Song Qing's neck, and said in a low voice like an evil puppet from hell: "Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

The hand he was holding around Song Qing's neck was slowly tightening.

He was so ruthless that he really wanted to kill someone.

Song Qing was not one to sit still and wait for death. She felt it was difficult to breathe. She stared at him with cold eyes that were almost the same as Huo Yirong's, with a killing intent flashing deep in her eyes.

What the hell, he actually wanted to kill her, and he didn't even bother to find out who A Qing's master was!

Song Qing raised her head, her red lips curled into a cold and evil arc.

The next moment, she stood up from the ground, twisted his arm behind her back with her backhand, and imprisoned the other person's other hand. The controlled party was replaced by Huo Yirong.

Unexpectedly, Song Qing would actually take action, and both Huo Yirong and Huo Qiang looked stunned.

Huo Qiang stepped forward to stop him, squeezed Song Qing's hand hard, and roared in a low voice: "Song Qing, let go!"

After all, Song Qing was his former subordinate, and he didn't want to see her life risked because she angered the second master.

"Don't let go!"

Song Qing is not stupid, how could she let Huo Yirong go and let him bully her again.

"Hahahaha..." A pleasant chuckle sounded from Huo Yirong's thin lips.

He was clearly the one being subdued, yet he smiled so heartily.

Huo Qiang and Song Qing both looked at him in confusion. The former had a strange look on his face, while the latter had a confused look on his face, as if he was insane.

Huo Yirong's skills were also good, but he didn't expect that Song Qing would really dare to attack him. After he laughed enough, he broke away from Song Qing's shackles with his skills, pinched the back of her neck with his backhand, and pulled her to his eyes.

He had a smile on his face and his voice was as cold as a knife: "Song Qing, what exactly do you want to do?"

This time, she didn't feel the murderous aura released from his body. Song Qing replied in a serious tone: "Go back to serve Madam."

Huo Yirong looked at her with an inquiring gaze, and suddenly laughed out loud. The laughter was cold to the bone. Coupled with his handsome face full of sneer, it was both somewhat coquettish and could send chills down one's spine.

Song Qing frowned in confusion: "Why are you laughing?"

Huo Yirong looked at her long, thick hair tied into a high ponytail, released the back of her neck, and reached out to Huo Qiang beside her.

The latter took out a clean handkerchief and put it in his hand.

Huo Yirong wiped his fingers slowly, looked at Song Qing with cold eyebrows, and said in a calm and cool voice: "Who are you?"

"Ah Qing!" Song Qing replied without thinking.

Huo Yirong murmured the word "Aqing", stared at her face that was not respectful at all, and even a little arrogant, and asked: "Who is Song Qing?"

As soon as she heard this, Song Qing understood that the other party had discovered that she was different from her other personality. Now they have not completely merged. She hesitated: "It's me too, but she fell asleep."

This was very contradictory, but Huo Yirong understood it.

He narrowed his dark eyes and continued to ask: "Are you going to get married, or is she?"

"Get married!" Song Qing couldn't hold back the swear words, and then explained: "She is me, I am her, we are one!"

Huo Yirong walked up to Song Qing, leaned forward slightly, and came close to her ear. His low voice was filled with coldness: "Do you know that Song Qing is already my woman? With her temperament, she will never be attracted by other men. Ranzhi, no matter if you are her or not, if you dare to let this body get dirty, I will kill you!"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and covered Song Qing's soft lips.

Looking at Qing Jun's face so close in front of her, Song Qing's eyes widened, her face was full of disbelief, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Her body tensed, and the rather messy memory of that night with this man came to her mind.

Just when she was about to strike back, Huo Yirong left first, rubbing her lips with his thumb, and said possessively: "Remember who you are! If you forget, I don't mind helping you remember."

The voice was low and cold, with a hint of sultry ambiguity hidden in it.

Song Qing slapped his hand away from her lips and said with disgust: "Your skills are really bad. I don't want to have anything to do with you in this life!"

Thinking of the memory of that night, her face turned extremely ugly.

It hurts so much!

It turns out that in this world, there is a kind of pain that is more heartbreaking than being subjected to criminal law.

It would be unacceptable for any man to be so doubted and provoked from the bottom of his heart.

"No?" Huo Yirong licked the fangs hidden in his mouth and stared at Song Qing coldly.

After watching for a long time, he turned to Huo Qiang and ordered: "Go and call Doctor Chen!"

He suspected that there was something wrong with Song Qing's brain.

If this body is really occupied by a dual personality, why does the Ah Qing in front of him know what happened between him and Song Qing that night?

Just based on the words the other party just said, he could break her neck for no reason.

He wanted to find out who was there that night!

Suddenly, Song Qing's body swayed, her black eyes flashed with a coquettish light, and her originally somewhat emotional face also showed a solemn and cautious look.

She looked up at the dark sky and suddenly knelt on the ground on one knee, performing a particularly weird kneeling ceremony.

She raised her hands above her head, pointing her fingers towards a certain location in the sky, which seemed to be a very ancient etiquette.

Soon Song Qing stood up, turned around and left neatly without even looking at Huo Yirong and Huo Qiang.

"Stop her!"

As soon as Huo Yirong gave the order, Huo Qiang rushed forward.

Just when he was about to touch Song Qing's shoulder, he was bounced away by an unknown powerful force and his body was thrown several meters away.

"Bang!"

Huo Qiang's strong body, which was over 1.8 meters tall, fell hard to the ground.

Huo Yirong's pupils shrank suddenly, and he raised his feet and walked quickly towards Song Qing.

Other secret guards hiding in the courtyard appeared one after another. They swarmed towards Song Qing and trapped her in the circle in the blink of an eye.