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Flower Stealing Master - Chapter 2212

Published at 9th of June 2022 07:29:55 AM


Chapter 2212

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"Stop it A beautiful shadow flies out of the room and blocks Dugu Ming's attack with a sword.

"Xian'er, how can you protect him?" As soon as Dugu Ming thought that she had said so many words outside the door, she didn't pay attention to them. As a result, she came out as soon as the little white face came, and her heart was bleeding.

"Dugu Ming, have you had enough trouble? What are you doing to get angry with others when something happens to you?" Gu Zixian looked at him with a frosty face.

Dugu Ming just felt flustered: "if this boy has real talent and learning, it's all right, but he can't do anything, so he won the knockout competition by luck and shamelessness. How can you convince me of such a person?"

Song Qingshu shook his finger: "I have to correct you here. Luck is actually a very powerful ability."

"I Pooh!" Dugu Ming wants to have a cup of tea to spray on his face.

Song Qingshu shrugged, the other side is too weak, also can't touch luck this kind of illusory thing.

"He's much more powerful than you. He's always trying to make you feel better, but you don't know what to do." Gu Zixian explained subconsciously.

"He's better than me?" Dugu Ming laughed angrily, "come on, let him fight with me. I'll let him have one hand."

Gu Zixian then remembered that song Qingshu didn't want to expose his identity and said in a hurry, "you've already had a contest. I didn't expect that you can't afford to lose."

"I..." as soon as Dugu Ming thought of his losing method in the daytime, he wanted to cry. The more he described it, the more dark it became. Seeing that the other side was protecting the little white face, he felt his blood surging up and left with a roar. I'm afraid he would be angry if he stayed any longer.

Looking at his far away back, song Qingshu couldn't help saying, "are you too cruel to him like this?"

Gu Zixian couldn't help complaining: "you don't know, but you can't get rid of him. I've been bothered by him all these years. I can't give him any hope."

Song Qingshu nodded and understood her difficulty.

Gu Zixian took his arm affectionately: "don't talk about him, what's the purpose of your coming here this time?"

Feeling each other's soft body, song Qingshu had to sigh that young girls are good: "this time I specially came to thank you, today's competition you can help me a lot."

Gu Zixian was a little embarrassed: "in fact, it's easy to win with your martial arts. You don't think I'm fussy."

Song Qingshu replied: "how can it be so much trouble? Dugu Ming is good at martial arts. In front of so many experts, I don't think it's very troublesome to beat him. Fortunately, you are here."

"I wish I could help you." Gu Zixian's face was full of smiles. How could he have the appearance of a little cold on weekdays?

Which man can stand the girl's deep love, look at his eyes, smell her unique fragrance at the tip of his nose, and feel the softness and elasticity of the girl's body. Song Qingshu suddenly felt hot in his heart, and he also felt a little strange. According to his current experience, he can be quite calm, but a little touch with this woman's skin is just like thunder ticking the fire, Is it true that there is a fatal attraction in their practice?

Even song Qingshu's cultivation was a little bit excited, not to mention Gu Zixian, whose cultivation was lower. At this time, her skin was extremely hot, and her beautiful eyes were also covered with a layer of confusion, as if she was about to drip water at any time.

"Is there anyone in your room?" Song Qingshu asked in a deep voice.

"I'll get rid of them first." The girl's voice with a trace of shyness, but also hide a few silk expectations, carrying the skirt trotted into his yard.

After a while, song Qingshu followed him when he saw that he was almost there. As soon as he entered the door, a fiery body was put into his arms. The sweet smell and soft body were enough to make any man indulge in this gentle country.

I don't know how long later, Mrs. Shuang Xiu came to the yard. She suddenly frowned and let her maid guard outside. She went into the yard by herself.

When she learned that song Qingshu was coming, and that her daughter and Dugu Ming had a conflict, she worried that her daughter was too direct, which would lead to some irreparable consequences, so she rushed to make ends meet. But as soon as she came, she found something strange. Her daughter was the princess of Shuang Xiufu. She had many servants and maids to serve her, but now there was no one in the yard. Moreover, she was not weak. She heard some voices coming from the room.

As a past person, can she not understand what this is? But now it's not too late, and her daughter's temperament is always cold. She still thinks that she heard wrong. Until she goes outside, the voice inside can be heard clearly, and a pretty face turns red instantly: "this dead girl, how can she ignore everything."

She knows and acquiesces to the relationship between her daughter and song Qingshu. After all, it's not bad for her daughter to make friends with such a powerful man.

But the default is one thing, that clever cold daughter now by that man made so wind - Sao - enthusiasm, she when the mother's heart or feel strange.

"We have to find an opportunity to talk to them, and pay attention to the influence." Shuang Xiu's wife gritted her teeth. After all, her daughter is a big yellow girl. The descendants of Shuang Xiu's family always attach great importance to chastity. If someone knows about it, it's easy to cause an uproar.

Mrs. Shuang Xiu wanted to turn around and leave, but she was afraid that someone might break in here and spread some rumors, so she had to guard at the door with shame.

I don't know how long later, Mrs. Shuang Xiu's legs were a little soft, so she spat in secret: "these two people's mischief is endless, but the only thing to be thankful for is that my uncle's physical strength is still very good..."

At this time, a maid came quickly to report: "madam, the queen of Xixia is coming."

"Queen of Xixia, what is she doing here?" Shuang Xiu's wife was stunned. There was no intersection between the two sides. The other side should have nothing to do but go to the three treasures hall.

"It seems that she wants to see that young master Jia of the Southern Song Dynasty." Replied the maid.

Mrs. Shuang Xiu's expression suddenly became very wonderful. She said to the maid in a hurry, "go to receive the queen first, and I'll inform Mr. Jia."

When she came to her daughter's door, there were still all kinds of shy voices inside. She had a headache, but this was Xixia's territory, and the empress came to her door. If she kept pushing away, she would run to break it.

After hesitating for a while, Mrs. Shuang Xiu cleared her throat, and then knocked on the door: "xian'er, the queen of Xixia is coming. She says she's looking for Mr. Jia. Do you see him?"

She thoughtfully pretended not to know what happened inside, so as to avoid embarrassment.

"Ah ~" Gu Zixian exclaimed, obviously knowing that her mother was outside, which made her so ashamed that she wanted to have a crack in the ground.

Song Qingshu knew that she was outside for a long time. He didn't mind much. On the contrary, he had a different kind of stimulation. However, she seemed to be eavesdropping outside last time. For a moment, she doubted whether this lady had such a hobby?

If Gu Ningqing knew that he was so suspicious in his heart, he would turn against him on the spot.

Song Qingshu came out dressed and pretended that nothing had happened: "I've seen you, madam."

Gu Ningqing secretly bit his lip, thinking that this man's face is really thick enough, but both sides have a tacit understanding that they did not pierce the matter: "my Lord, the queen is looking for you."

"Thank you, madam." After saying goodbye to her, song Qingshu left the other hospital. On the way, he was thinking about whether his behavior was suspected of running away after eating dry and wiping clean?

Just in a trance, Mu Wanqing has come up: "Song Lang, the son of Dali is missing."




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