Chapter 2191
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Noticing his aggressive eyes, Mrs. Zhen's heart jumped: "elder?" Did you just get out of the wolf's nest and fall into the tiger's kiss? She just witnessed the other side's bloody washing of the Mongolian mission's martial arts. She didn't think she could resist.
Song Qingshu suddenly frowned and suddenly looked back to the side. Soon, the group began to take shape from the corner of the street. The head of the group was covered with a cloak. The whole person could not see his face clearly. However, the unique dress and martial arts skills were obviously Huo Shan, an old man in the mountains.
"Be careful, master. He is the king of Persia's killers. I don't know how many experts in the western regions died under his hands." Mrs. Zhen said to song Qingshu in a hurry that she wanted to take the opportunity to brush the favor of both sides, so that the other side might not start with herself.
"Fu Cailin, the master of Yijian in Korea?" Huo Shan didn't move on and stopped three feet away. This distance is a safe distance for both sides. He obviously got the news and knew his identity.
"If you want to fight, you can't get so much nonsense." At this time, song Qingshu is very upset, and the negative emotions just caused by the killing still remain. At this time, he just wants to vent his anger. Fighting is obviously the best way to squander his anger. Compared with Shuiyue, the old man in the mountain is not so easy to deal with. Shuiyue's martial arts are relatively simple and systematic. He can always detect some clues by observing several times, The martial arts of the old people in the mountains are complicated and treacherous. They don't even use the same kind of martial arts every time. In this way, they can't make targeted arrangements like dealing with Shuiyue.
Who knows that the old man in the mountain waved his hand: "you and I are in the Far East, and the other is in the Far West. We are far away from each other. We have no grudge or conflict of interest. Why should we fight Then he motioned to his men to make way for a road.
There is a doubt in Song Qingshu's eyes. He is not sure whether the other party is playing some tricks or not, and whether he will attack from the side when he leaves.
However, the old man in the mountain has stepped aside, leaving enough distance to show that he has no other plan in mind.
When he thought of all the things before, song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind. The old man in the mountain didn't work hard several times, but now he openly let himself go. It seems that he is not willing to surrender to the Mongolian tent like this, and has been secretly demolishing it.
As the saying goes, the enemy of the enemy is the friend. Song Qingshu still remembers this even though he is a little confused at the moment.
Looking at each other deeply, song Qingshu takes Mrs. Zhen's hand and leaves.
"Huo Shan, what do you mean? How can you let him go?" A middle-aged man with white hair glares at the old man in the mountain. He is the white haired willow twig in the white hair.
"I don't need you to teach me how to do things." The old man in the mountain replied coldly.
"We received a letter from the little magician before. He obviously just came out of the guild. Now I don't know what happened to them. How can we just let them go?"
"There are so many experts under Wang Ye's command, and there is such a large amount of water moon. Naturally, nothing will happen." The old man in the mountain didn't even look at him and went to the side.
"Well, you Huoshan, are you going to betray the Lord?" Seeing that he didn't care, Liu Yaozhi was furious.
"So what?" The old man in the mountain was in the distance before, but when he finished this sentence, he suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yaozhi, and even could see the grim smile at the corner of his mouth.
Red beauty and white hair are the guardians of the magician's palace. They are also evil masters who have been around for decades. Their martial arts are not weak. Liu Yaozhi suddenly slips out of his sleeve a four foot four inch White Jade Flute and points it to the old man in the mountain. The strength of this flute is that it can produce different and uncertain sounds when it is waved, which can make the enemy have the illusion of sound, and Xiaokong can stimulate his strength with a unique technique, It's very harmful.
Even if he meets the top experts in the Central Plains, it's no problem for him to protect himself by virtue of his magical martial arts, but what he meets is Huoshan, who has the name of the king of killers!
How many people in the world can escape the attack of the king of killers?
Liu Yaozhi screamed and covered his heart. His face was miserable: "the bone penetrating needle really deserves its name."
The old man in the mountain stood up with his hand in the negative, and the other side's life was exhausted, so there was no need to do it again.
At the same time, the killers under his command also shot one after another, and immediately wiped Liu Yaozhi's men's necks.
"Leave my wife alone." Liu Yaozhi struggled with her last breath and said that hongyanhua left to perform another task before Jieyu, but she was not here. Otherwise, the old man in the mountain could not win them so easily.
Although the two men have been practicing the art of mending over the years, almost playing each other's game, and the other side doesn't know how many green hats they have put on him, the feelings of decades still make him uneasy after all.
"The whore?" The old man in the mountain sneered and said no.
Liu Yaozhi instantly understood his intention and angrily scolded: "Huoshan, Khan and the magician will avenge us!" After scolding this sentence, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and soon swallowed his breath in his reluctance.
At this time, song Qingshu did not know that so many things had happened after he left. Of course, even if he knew, he would not care. At this time, he was very restless.
The night breeze brings a faint fragrance of roses. Song Qingshu looks back at the woman next to him. The moon is in the sky, the breeze is coming, the snow skin and red lips are incomparable.
In fact, objectively speaking, Mrs. Zhen's appearance may not be so gorgeous. She is still a little worse than Chen Yuanyuan and Xiao Longnu. But her plump and mature figure makes people short of breath, and her round and straight legs are extremely attractive, especially her pale blue eyes are as beautiful as sea water. That unique exotic style is extremely provocative.
Mrs. Zhen was taken to a room by him. Looking at the bed not far away, she could not help feeling a little flustered. She said in a hurry, "thank you for saving my life. I still have something to deal with at home. I'll visit you again tomorrow."
Then he turned around and left, but he was pulled to his arms by the man.
"No!" Mrs. Zhen exclaimed, but did not know that such a cry would only add fuel to the fire.
"It's me." Song Qingshu took off his mask and restored his original appearance.
"Young master?" Mrs. Zhen's hands and feet, which were struggling desperately, suddenly calmed down, and her panic mood was suddenly replaced by surprise.
Song Qingshu's hand has slipped down her collar. In fact, he can go back to find Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu. But he is very sorry for them and doesn't want to toss them in this unstable state. Comparatively speaking, he has no psychological pressure on Mrs. Zhen. She is beautiful and mature, and has expressed her willingness to recommend herself for a pillow several times.
Feeling his action, Mrs. Zhen's face is ruddy, and her eyes are full of spring water. She gently hugs the man on her body, and her soft lips stick to his ears. Her body is like a snake whose bones have been pulled out: "childe, I'll serve you."
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Noticing his aggressive eyes, Mrs. Zhen's heart jumped: "elder?" Did you just get out of the wolf's nest and fall into the tiger's kiss? She just witnessed the other side's bloody washing of the Mongolian mission's martial arts. She didn't think she could resist.
Song Qingshu suddenly frowned and suddenly looked back to the side. Soon, the group began to take shape from the corner of the street. The head of the group was covered with a cloak. The whole person could not see his face clearly. However, the unique dress and martial arts skills were obviously Huo Shan, an old man in the mountains.
"Be careful, master. He is the king of Persia's killers. I don't know how many experts in the western regions died under his hands." Mrs. Zhen said to song Qingshu in a hurry that she wanted to take the opportunity to brush the favor of both sides, so that the other side might not start with herself.
"Fu Cailin, the master of Yijian in Korea?" Huo Shan didn't move on and stopped three feet away. This distance is a safe distance for both sides. He obviously got the news and knew his identity.
"If you want to fight, you can't get so much nonsense." At this time, song Qingshu is very upset, and the negative emotions just caused by the killing still remain. At this time, he just wants to vent his anger. Fighting is obviously the best way to squander his anger. Compared with Shuiyue, the old man in the mountain is not so easy to deal with. Shuiyue's martial arts are relatively simple and systematic. He can always detect some clues by observing several times, The martial arts of the old people in the mountains are complicated and treacherous. They don't even use the same kind of martial arts every time. In this way, they can't make targeted arrangements like dealing with Shuiyue.
Who knows that the old man in the mountain waved his hand: "you and I are in the Far East, and the other is in the Far West. We are far away from each other. We have no grudge or conflict of interest. Why should we fight Then he motioned to his men to make way for a road.
There is a doubt in Song Qingshu's eyes. He is not sure whether the other party is playing some tricks or not, and whether he will attack from the side when he leaves.
However, the old man in the mountain has stepped aside, leaving enough distance to show that he has no other plan in mind.
When he thought of all the things before, song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind. The old man in the mountain didn't work hard several times, but now he openly let himself go. It seems that he is not willing to surrender to the Mongolian tent like this, and has been secretly demolishing it.
As the saying goes, the enemy of the enemy is the friend. Song Qingshu still remembers this even though he is a little confused at the moment.
Looking at each other deeply, song Qingshu takes Mrs. Zhen's hand and leaves.
"Huo Shan, what do you mean? How can you let him go?" A middle-aged man with white hair glares at the old man in the mountain. He is the white haired willow twig in the white hair.
"I don't need you to teach me how to do things." The old man in the mountain replied coldly.
"We received a letter from the little magician before. He obviously just came out of the guild. Now I don't know what happened to them. How can we just let them go?"
"There are so many experts under Wang Ye's command, and there is such a large amount of water moon. Naturally, nothing will happen." The old man in the mountain didn't even look at him and went to the side.
"Well, you Huoshan, are you going to betray the Lord?" Seeing that he didn't care, Liu Yaozhi was furious.
"So what?" The old man in the mountain was in the distance before, but when he finished this sentence, he suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yaozhi, and even could see the grim smile at the corner of his mouth.
Red beauty and white hair are the guardians of the magician's palace. They are also evil masters who have been around for decades. Their martial arts are not weak. Liu Yaozhi suddenly slips out of his sleeve a four foot four inch White Jade Flute and points it to the old man in the mountain. The strength of this flute is that it can produce different and uncertain sounds when it is waved, which can make the enemy have the illusion of sound, and Xiaokong can stimulate his strength with a unique technique, It's very harmful.
Even if he meets the top experts in the Central Plains, it's no problem for him to protect himself by virtue of his magical martial arts, but what he meets is Huoshan, who has the name of the king of killers!
How many people in the world can escape the attack of the king of killers?
Liu Yaozhi screamed and covered his heart. His face was miserable: "the bone penetrating needle really deserves its name."
The old man in the mountain stood up with his hand in the negative, and the other side's life was exhausted, so there was no need to do it again.
At the same time, the killers under his command also shot one after another, and immediately wiped Liu Yaozhi's men's necks.
"Leave my wife alone." Liu Yaozhi struggled with her last breath and said that hongyanhua left to perform another task before Jieyu, but she was not here. Otherwise, the old man in the mountain could not win them so easily.
Although the two men have been practicing the art of mending over the years, almost playing each other's game, and the other side doesn't know how many green hats they have put on him, the feelings of decades still make him uneasy after all.
"The whore?" The old man in the mountain sneered and said no.
Liu Yaozhi instantly understood his intention and angrily scolded: "Huoshan, Khan and the magician will avenge us!" After scolding this sentence, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and soon swallowed his breath in his reluctance.
At this time, song Qingshu did not know that so many things had happened after he left. Of course, even if he knew, he would not care. At this time, he was very restless.
The night breeze brings a faint fragrance of roses. Song Qingshu looks back at the woman next to him. The moon is in the sky, the breeze is coming, the snow skin and red lips are incomparable.
In fact, objectively speaking, Mrs. Zhen's appearance may not be so gorgeous. She is still a little worse than Chen Yuanyuan and Xiao Longnu. But her plump and mature figure makes people short of breath, and her round and straight legs are extremely attractive, especially her pale blue eyes are as beautiful as sea water. That unique exotic style is extremely provocative.
Mrs. Zhen was taken to a room by him. Looking at the bed not far away, she could not help feeling a little flustered. She said in a hurry, "thank you for saving my life. I still have something to deal with at home. I'll visit you again tomorrow."
Then he turned around and left, but he was pulled to his arms by the man.
"No!" Mrs. Zhen exclaimed, but did not know that such a cry would only add fuel to the fire.
"It's me." Song Qingshu took off his mask and restored his original appearance.
"Young master?" Mrs. Zhen's hands and feet, which were struggling desperately, suddenly calmed down, and her panic mood was suddenly replaced by surprise.
Song Qingshu's hand has slipped down her collar. In fact, he can go back to find Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu. But he is very sorry for them and doesn't want to toss them in this unstable state. Comparatively speaking, he has no psychological pressure on Mrs. Zhen. She is beautiful and mature, and has expressed her willingness to recommend herself for a pillow several times.
Feeling his action, Mrs. Zhen's face is ruddy, and her eyes are full of spring water. She gently hugs the man on her body, and her soft lips stick to his ears. Her body is like a snake whose bones have been pulled out: "childe, I'll serve you."
Noticing his aggressive eyes, Mrs. Zhen's heart jumped: "elder?" Did you just get out of the wolf's nest and fall into the tiger's kiss? She just witnessed the other side's bloody washing of the Mongolian mission's martial arts. She didn't think she could resist.Song Qingshu suddenly frowned and suddenly looked back to the side. Soon, the group began to take shape from the corner of the street. The head of the group was covered with a cloak. The whole person could not see his face clearly. However, the unique dress and martial arts skills were obviously Huo Shan, an old man in the mountains."Be careful, master. He is the king of Persia's killers. I don't know how many experts in the western regions died under his hands." Mrs. Zhen said to song Qingshu in a hurry that she wanted to take the opportunity to brush the favor of both sides, so that the other side might not start with herself."Fu Cailin, the master of Yijian in Korea?" Huo Shan didn't move on and stopped three feet away. This distance is a safe distance for both sides. He obviously got the news and knew his identity."If you want to fight, you can't get so much nonsense." At this time, song Qingshu is very upset, and the negative emotions just caused by the killing still remain. At this time, he just wants to vent his anger. Fighting is obviously the best way to squander his anger. Compared with Shuiyue, the old man in the mountain is not so easy to deal with. Shuiyue's martial arts are relatively simple and systematic. He can always detect some clues by observing several times, The martial arts of the old people in the mountains are complicated and treacherous. They don't even use the same kind of martial arts every time. In this way, they can't make targeted arrangements like dealing with Shuiyue.Who knows that the old man in the mountain waved his hand: "you and I are in the Far East, and the other is in the Far West. We are far away from each other. We have no grudge or conflict of interest. Why should we fight Then he motioned to his men to make way for a road.There is a doubt in Song Qingshu's eyes. He is not sure whether the other party is playing some tricks or not, and whether he will attack from the side when he leaves.However, the old man in the mountain has stepped aside, leaving enough distance to show that he has no other plan in mind.When he thought of all the things before, song Qingshu suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind. The old man in the mountain didn't work hard several times, but now he openly let himself go. It seems that he is not willing to surrender to the Mongolian tent like this, and has been secretly demolishing it.As the saying goes, the enemy of the enemy is the friend. Song Qingshu still remembers this even though he is a little confused at the moment.Looking at each other deeply, song Qingshu takes Mrs. Zhen's hand and leaves."Huo Shan, what do you mean? How can you let him go?" A middle-aged man with white hair glares at the old man in the mountain. He is the white haired willow twig in the white hair."I don't need you to teach me how to do things." The old man in the mountain replied coldly."We received a letter from the little magician before. He obviously just came out of the guild. Now I don't know what happened to them. How can we just let them go?""There are so many experts under Wang Ye's command, and there is such a large amount of water moon. Naturally, nothing will happen." The old man in the mountain didn't even look at him and went to the side."Well, you Huoshan, are you going to betray the Lord?" Seeing that he didn't care, Liu Yaozhi was furious."So what?" The old man in the mountain was in the distance before, but when he finished this sentence, he suddenly appeared in front of Liu Yaozhi, and even could see the grim smile at the corner of his mouth.Red beauty and white hair are the guardians of the magician's palace. They are also evil masters who have been around for decades. Their martial arts are not weak. Liu Yaozhi suddenly slips out of his sleeve a four foot four inch White Jade Flute and points it to the old man in the mountain. The strength of this flute is that it can produce different and uncertain sounds when it is waved, which can make the enemy have the illusion of sound, and Xiaokong can stimulate his strength with a unique technique, It's very harmful.Even if he meets the top experts in the Central Plains, it's no problem for him to protect himself by virtue of his magical martial arts, but what he meets is Huoshan, who has the name of the king of killers!How many people in the world can escape the attack of the king of killers?Liu Yaozhi screamed and covered his heart. His face was miserable: "the bone penetrating needle really deserves its name."The old man in the mountain stood up with his hand in the negative, and the other side's life was exhausted, so there was no need to do it again.At the same time, the killers under his command also shot one after another, and immediately wiped Liu Yaozhi's men's necks."Leave my wife alone." Liu Yaozhi struggled with her last breath and said that hongyanhua left to perform another task before Jieyu, but she was not here. Otherwise, the old man in the mountain could not win them so easily.Although the two men have been practicing the art of mending over the years, almost playing each other's game, and the other side doesn't know how many green hats they have put on him, the feelings of decades still make him uneasy after all."The whore?" The old man in the mountain sneered and said no.Liu Yaozhi instantly understood his intention and angrily scolded: "Huoshan, Khan and the magician will avenge us!" After scolding this sentence, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and soon swallowed his breath in his reluctance.At this time, song Qingshu did not know that so many things had happened after he left. Of course, even if he knew, he would not care. At this time, he was very restless.The night breeze brings a faint fragrance of roses. Song Qingshu looks back at the woman next to him. The moon is in the sky, the breeze is coming, the snow skin and red lips are incomparable.In fact, objectively speaking, Mrs. Zhen's appearance may not be so gorgeous. She is still a little worse than Chen Yuanyuan and Xiao Longnu. But her plump and mature figure makes people short of breath, and her round and straight legs are extremely attractive, especially her pale blue eyes are as beautiful as sea water. That unique exotic style is extremely provocative.Mrs. Zhen was taken to a room by him. Looking at the bed not far away, she could not help feeling a little flustered. She said in a hurry, "thank you for saving my life. I still have something to deal with at home. I'll visit you again tomorrow."Then he turned around and left, but he was pulled to his arms by the man."No!" Mrs. Zhen exclaimed, but did not know that such a cry would only add fuel to the fire."It's me." Song Qingshu took off his mask and restored his original appearance."Young master?" Mrs. Zhen's hands and feet, which were struggling desperately, suddenly calmed down, and her panic mood was suddenly replaced by surprise.Song Qingshu's hand has slipped down her collar. In fact, he can go back to find Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu. But he is very sorry for them and doesn't want to toss them in this unstable state. Comparatively speaking, he has no psychological pressure on Mrs. Zhen. She is beautiful and mature, and has expressed her willingness to recommend herself for a pillow several times.Feeling his action, Mrs. Zhen's face is ruddy, and her eyes are full of spring water. She gently hugs the man on her body, and her soft lips stick to his ears. Her body is like a snake whose bones have been pulled out: "childe, I'll serve you."
