"Huh?" The little girl looked at Song Qingshu in amazement, "The world only knows the Poison Hand Pill King, few people know Master Wuyou, look at your young age, can have this insight, not bad, not bad ......"
Song Qingshu saw her pretending to be old-fashioned, forcing a smile: "I think my insight is not as good as yours, that's why I need to ask you for advice."
The little girl's eyes smiled into a slit and smiled sweetly: "Although I know you are patting yourself on the back, I am still happy. Well, if you want to come to Pill King Village, follow me."
Song Qingshu was delighted, and hastily pulled Mrs. Hu to follow, Mrs. Hu hurriedly retracted her fingers, but could not pull, her heart was angry and anxious: "I wonder if little uncle is deliberately ......"
"My name is Song Qingsh
