The room finally returned to calm, Song Qingshu wiped off his sweat, and then thought fearfully: This Li Qingluo is the magma wrapped under the iceberg, stimulated by the true energy of joy, it detonated the volcano in the body, this battle is really too exciting.
This is the first time Song Qingshu has felt what it means to be powerless since he was so happy. The two of them fought for many rounds this night, but Li Qingluo fought more and more bravely. Zen method, for any man, I am afraid that he will be squeezed dry.
"There are no plowed fields, only exhausted cows. Those old drivers in the previous life were sincere!" Song Qingshu decided that he would never play with fire like this again. Just asking for it.
"You bastard~" At this moment, Li Qingluo was lying on the bed, only feeling that her whole body was so weak that she didn't even want to move her fingers. She let her flawless body be exposed to the air, but subconsciously repeated her previous words.
Her whole body seemed to be fished out of the water, with a dense layer of sweat oozing from the skin all over her body, emitting a seductive light under the light of the fire, like a crystal clear white jade Guanyin.
"I'm a jerk?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but said, "You're to blame for all this, besides, you took the initiative to pounce on me just now, and I couldn't even push it away."
Li Qingluo's face was already blushing after the lingering rhyme, and she became even more red when she heard the words: "You are taking advantage of others' danger! Who told you to practice... such obscene martial arts."
"This is authentic Buddhist martial arts, okay? Where is it dirty?" Song Qingshu was not happy when he heard the words, "If I didn't have this magical art to protect my body, I would still have to be sucked into it by your Beiming magical art? No, come down tonight I'm almost an adult now."
"Bah!" Li Qingluo yelled angrily, "In the end, it was clear that you sucked half of my energy, isn't this kind of tonic?"
Song Qingshu replied in a deep voice: "There is no distinction between good and evil in martial arts, and there is no such thing as high or low. It mainly depends on who it is used on. It is used on a confidante who is in love with each other. The method of cultivation; when you meet someone with ulterior motives like you, it can naturally become a method of recovery to punish evil and promote good."
It turned out that Song Qingshu's internal energy was also seriously depleted by being sucked by Beiming's magical power for a while, so naturally he could only regain the lost internal energy while making out. In a daze, Li Qingluo felt the true energy leaking out of her body continuously. Although she was extremely anxious, because of being stimulated by the true energy of joy, her body was no longer under her control. Instead, she tried her best to cooperate and cater to the other party. Seeing the tears in the corners of her eyes softened for a moment, she is probably no different from a useless person now.
Even so, she still lost nearly half of her cultivation, a typical example of stealing chickens and losing rice.
Although Li Qingluo couldn't help losing her mind just now, after waking up, the scene after scene appeared in her mind like a movie. Li Qingluo was ashamed, angry, and dazed at the same time, biting her lip for a while and staring in a daze.
Looking at Li Qingluo's jade body, Song Qingshu admired it secretly in his heart, what a charming beauty, if people could choose in the situation just now, even if they were very likely to be squeezed dry, most men would still jump on it without hesitation Bar.
"Actually, you don't have to hate me so much. Although I sucked half of your internal energy, firstly, you sucked me up first, and I'm just repaying him with his own way; After the internal injury has been cured, you must know that you had such a serious injury before, if you heal it yourself, it will definitely not heal within half a year."
Li Qingluo knew what he was telling the truth. The previous injury prevented her from fighting with others for half a year, otherwise it would be even more difficult to recover from the injury. As the Holy Mother of the White Lotus Sect, she can be said to be sitting on the tip of the knife all the time. If people know With her injury, she will definitely not be able to survive for half a year.
Although she has lost half of her cultivation now, her internal injuries have healed, and with the Beiming Divine Art in hand, it is not difficult to restore her strength, so from this point of view, she is not at a disadvantage.
But tonight she lost more than half of her cultivation!
I usually keep my eyes high above the top, and after the death of my husband, I have guarded my body like jade for more than ten years, but today she looks like the most despicable prostitute in a brothel, tactful and courteous under him. Thinking of all the scenes just now, Li Qingluo's voice became colder Get up: "In this way, I should thank you?"
Song Qingshu didn't seem to realize the irony in her words at all, but nodded his head naturally: "It's natural, if you don't believe me, look in the mirror first."
With a simple move, he sucked the bronze mirror on the table into his hand and placed it in front of Li Qingluo: "Although Madam is beautiful, she used to look like a dissatisfied boudoir who owed you money from men all over the world. But look now, the eyebrows are stretched and charming, the complexion is ruddy and shiny, and the whole person is radiant, looking at least twenty years younger, and it is not in vain that I have worked so hard to cultivate and irrigate so many times."
After all, women love beauty. Li Qingluo was looking at the beautiful young woman in the mirror with a flushed face, caressing her face, a little happy about the changes in her body, but when she heard Song Qingshu's last sentence, she was so angry that she picked up the mirror Just throw it at Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu took the mirror and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, no kidding, I have two questions for you now."
Li Qingluo snorted and turned her head away.
"Before you mentioned that you hate Jin people the most, but as far as I know, the White Lotus Sect is not an anti-Gold righteous man, and you live in Gusu. Gusu doesn't seem to have suffered from Jin soldiers in recent years, so why are you so Hate gold people?"
This is also what Song Qingshu can't figure out the most. It stands to reason that Li Qingluo and Jin Guo have nothing to do with each other. Where does this deep hatred come from
Li Qingluo remained expressionless, and faced her directly in silence.
"Then let's change the question." Song Qingshu didn't mind, "Why did you go to the bamboo forest to save the Huashan sect before? I can't figure out why you took the initiative to save them."
Song Qingshu suspected in his heart that Li Qingluo was related to Yue Fei's daughter, but he needed to ask her for confirmation on the specific situation.
Li Qingluo tightly closed her lips, but still did not answer.
Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter if Ma'am doesn't say anything, at worst I'll take off your clothes and tie you to the gate of Yangzhou City, besides there are the jade bodies of the Virgin of the White Lotus and Mrs. Wang of Gusu Mantuo Villa. Those who are willing to admire Madam's body, within three days, the news should also be sent back to Gusu Mantuo Villa..."
That kind of scene couldn't help appearing in her mind, Li Qingluo felt shudder when she thought of countless stinky men under the city gate scanning every inch of her body with disgusting eyes.
"Since you're afraid, let's answer the question honestly." Noticing the inadvertent trembling of her body, Song Qingshu stared at her closely.
After all, Li Qingluo is not a little girl with little experience. After the initial panic, a faint smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth: "I don't believe you will really do that."
Song Qingshu frowned: "Why not?"
"If you were such a ruthless person, I wouldn't have half of my skill left now." Li Qingluo replied lightly. Even if she was an enemy, she had to admit that the other party was a sympathetic person at this moment, but her eyes fell on her. With bruises and red marks remaining all over her body, she immediately overturned this idea.
Song Qingshu couldn't help being startled, then smiled and said: "Yes, I am indeed a person who cherishes beauty and beauty, but that is only for innocent and kind women. I don't have that much patience for femme fatales like Madam."
Li Qingluo sat up straight and let her beautiful body be exposed in front of him. While tidying up the scattered clothes, she said, "The more fierce you speak, the softer your heart will be."
Song Qingshu's face changed slightly, he looked at her quietly, and finally said after a long time: "Madam is indeed worthy of being the Holy Mother of the White Lotus. This kind of wisdom is definitely not possessed by ordinary women."
"Thank you for the compliment." Li Qingluo picked up the clothes and found that they were all tattered. They were obviously torn apart very roughly. It was herself.
"You won," Song Qingshu sighed, "I really can't do that, but I still have a way to deal with you."
"What way?" Li Qingluo asked casually while pulling the quilt beside her to cover her chest.
"For example, inject joy into your body." Song Qingshu stretched out his finger and smiled very strangely.
Li Qingluo's face changed, but she quickly calmed down: "Hmph, can you come again?"
Song Qingshu was suffocated, he never expected that she was so tough, and when he thought of being stalked by her all night, he really felt powerless in a short time, so he couldn't help becoming angry from embarrassment: "Even if I can't come again, can't I just find a few guards?" Come in!"
Li Qingluo gave him a disdainful look: "Are you willing?"
Seeing how determined she was, Song Qingshu couldn't help but grit his teeth with hatred. This woman was clearly an iceberg before, but she never expected to have such a clear grasp of a man's psychology. Yes, he really couldn't do such a violent thing. .
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Song Qingshu's mind, and he said with a smile: "I really can't deal with you now, and I won't call other men, but I can inject joy and true energy and lock you in the room alone, and let you go Give it a try."
Li Qingluo's complexion finally changed, because judging by her experience and wisdom, the other party is indeed very likely to do such a thing.
"I'll count to three. If you still don't speak, don't blame me for being rude." Song Qingshu knew the truth of striking while the iron is hot, and didn't give her any time to think.
"one!"
"two!"
Song Qingshu had already walked in front of Li Qingluo at this moment, poking her finger. At this moment, Li Qingluo finally spoke: "Yue Fei is my uncle..." —
ps. The monk took the child back to his hometown during the National Day, because his grandparents had never brought him before, so I was the main force to take care of the child, and I couldn’t get away from him all day long, so the update may be affected in these few days, I hope everyone Readers forgive me.
Today's chapter is written while the child is taking a nap and after going to bed at night.
Alas, the monk sometimes can't help feeling a lot of emotions. The protagonists in the movie seem to have no children. After having children, even if they were the protagonists before, they are destined to become supporting roles in the future. Even soy sauce is really heartbreaking