"It turns out that the pink hair is black when cut." Song Qingshu secretly clicked his tongue.
"What do you mean?" Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback, she could understand every single word the other party said, but she couldn't understand what it meant when it came together.
"This is a saying from my hometown," Song Qingshu fondly rubbed Zhou Zhiruo's willow-like waist, and explained, "It basically means that some women appear innocent and innocent, but in fact they are full of bad things."
"You're making fun of me!" Zhou Zhiruo finally understood, but the meaning really made her a little embarrassed, and she couldn't help twisting her body.
"Don't move!" Song Qingshu gasped, and Zhou Zhiruo twisted her waist like a water snake, almost making him unable to control it.
"Are you... still not well?" Zhou Zhiruo half-kneeled on the bed, bearing the blows from Song Qingshu time and time again, her elbows and knees touching the bed sheet, which was painfully worn.
"Quick... okay." Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's obedient appearance, Song Qingshu's body tightened, and he felt it soon.
"Don't!... Don't get it in there, I don't want to have a baby yet." Sensing the changes in Song Qingshu's body, Zhou Zhiruo said hastily.
Hearing Zhou Zhiruo's words, Song Qingshu hurriedly withdrew from her body, and immediately drooped his face: "This is so uncomfortable..."
Zhou Zhiruo pursed her lips slightly, brushed the messy hair from her temples behind her ears, and said in a tired voice, "I'm really not ready yet."
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's charming appearance, Song Qingshu snorted heavily: "I can't take it anymore..."
Looking at the big sticky lump on her lower abdomen, Zhou Zhiruo lamented, "How can I meet people later?"
"You don't need to see anyone, just stay on the bed." Song Qingshu smiled triumphantly.
"Good idea!" Zhou Zhiruo gave him a blank look, and hurriedly began to tidy up.
Seeing that she was almost done tidying up, Song Qingshu flicked his fingers over Aimee Zhu and Xia Qingqing's bodies, and unlocked their sleeping points.
Seeing that Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo woke up first, the two women did not doubt that he was there, they just thought they were in a deep sleep, recalling the absurdity of last night, Xia Qingqing and Zhu Yuruo looked at each other, grabbed the thin blanket without showing any trace, covered it on their chests, and covered their heads. As low as a quail.
Song Qingshu laughed, and said with a smile: "Thank you three ladies for saving your life last night, you will be a family from now on..."
His words did not resolve the embarrassment of the three women, Xia Qingqing suddenly stood up, blushing and said: "The election of the Golden Snake King is coming soon, and there are mixed people from all walks of life. I haven't returned all night, and my subordinates must be in a hurry. I will go back to the camp to deal with the matter first." It's gone." After saying that, he left as if fleeing.
"Old Hero Situ and the others are still waiting for news, I'll go and inform them." Aunt Zhu seemed to have been inspired, and hurriedly said "ha" before disappearing outside the door.
Song Qingshu's eyes widened, and he turned to look at Zhou Zhiruo: "You don't want to leave, do you?"
Zhou Zhiruo nodded: "I'm afraid the disciples of the Emei Sect are looking for me too, I have to go back and say hello."
"Then will you come back?" Song Qingshu asked.
Looking at Song Qingshu's expectant eyes, Zhou Zhiruo softened in her heart, and replied ambiguously, "It depends on the situation."
Seeing that she didn't intend to refuse, Song Qingshu felt happy, knowing that Zhou Zhiruo's face was tender, and after waking up, he still couldn't face it for a while, so he didn't force her anymore.
In the blink of an eye, there was only one lonely person left in the fragrant and charming room. After Song Qingshu smiled wryly, he sat up cross-legged and began to sort out the true energy in his body.
Mingzun's skill is indeed extraordinary, fortunately he has the healing magic weapon of Huanxi Zen, although there is still a little problem in his body, but after a period of recuperation, it will be fine, and it should not affect the next martial arts competition or the like.
Zhou Zhiruo, Zhu Yuxi, and Xia Qingqing, all of them are of excellent foundation, and they are also first-class masters. Last night, they tried their best to rescue them. After Song Qingshu finished healing his injuries, he found that his skills had become a little more refined.
"Speaking of which, I still have to thank Ming Zun for that palm..." Song Qingshu had a weird smile on his lips. If it wasn't for this, the three girls are extremely aloof and arrogant, how could I enjoy their tenderness at the same time
Thinking of the touching place last night, Song Qingshu felt that the true energy in his body was about to move, and he couldn't help but shudder, so he quickly calmed down and began to adjust his breath.
I don't know how long it took, when Song Qingshu woke up after finishing his exercise, he suddenly heard a gentle female voice coming from outside the window: "Brother Song, are you awake?"
"Miss Zeng? Come in." Song Qingshu flicked his sleeves, and the door opened automatically. Looking at the pretty girl standing at the door, he quickly asked, "Miss Zeng, have you been waiting outside?"
"No." Zeng Rou shook her head slightly, "I knew your injury was fine before, and I saw you practicing, so I went back to rest. Now Master sent me to invite you to the conference hall. We need to negotiate."
Feeling guilty, Song Qingshu purposely chatted with Zeng Rou along the way, asking her about trivial matters in her daily life. In his opinion, Situ Bolei had already betrothed her to him, so he should know more about this fiancée.
Zeng Rou has been answering in a soft voice, not only without the slightest impatience, but with a cheerful tone. After all, they don't have many opportunities to be together alone, and even fewer opportunities to chat like this.
But the happy time always flies so fast, looking at the meeting hall not far away, Zeng Rou said: "Brother Song, go in by yourself, Princess Nine and Master are waiting for you inside."
"Aren't you going in?" Song Qingshu was taken aback.
"No, I have other things to do." Zeng Rou shook her head with a smile.
Looking at her leaving figure, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, what a gentle and soft girl.
"What are you talking about, Mr. Song?" Situ Bolei's voice suddenly came from next to his ear.
"No...it's nothing." Song Qingshu realized that he had entered the hall, and couldn't help but look embarrassed.
Noticing that Xia Qingqing was also there, Song Qingshu was taken aback: "Didn't you go back to the main peak?"
Xia Qingqing couldn't help but rolled her eyes: "It's been three days..."
Song Qingshu was startled, and exclaimed, "Three days?"
Xia Qingqing nodded depressedly: "You seem to have passed out and you can't wake up no matter what, Ah Jiu said that you have entered the realm of fetal breathing."
Song Qingshu was taken aback for a moment, no wonder he felt refreshed after finishing his exercises. Not only did his internal injuries heal, but his gong strength also became three points more profound and pure.
"I didn't miss the Golden Snake Conference, right?" Song Qingshu asked with a strange face, planning for so long, if he overslept, wouldn't he die of anger
"If you sleep for another two days, you will miss it." Auntie Zhu pursed her lips and smiled, "Now there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"
"Looking at your expressions, the bad news isn't too bad. Let's talk about the good news first." Song Qingshu sat down between the two women with a golden knife.
"The good news is that your nomination has been approved by more than half of the leaders, and you have successfully become one of the sixteen candidates." Auntie Zhu replied.
"It seems that Zhao Min's girl still keeps her word, wait..." Song Qingshu suddenly realized something, "How come there are sixteen candidates, aren't there eleven?"
There are a total of twelve hilltops, but Xia Qingqing's main peak and Situ Bolei's Wangwu faction have chosen the same person, so naturally there should only be eleven candidates.
Situ Bolei explained: "Because too many people from the Jianghu came here after hearing the news, and they heard that they must be nominated by the leader of the mountain to be eligible to run, they almost rioted. Later, in order to avoid enmity with the people in the Jianghu, all the leaders of the Golden Snake Camp agreed. Agreeing to add a few more places has calmed down their anger."
Xia Qingqing interjected: "The group of idle people in the world have been calling and calling, and finally confirmed the remaining five places."
"These people from the Jianghu must have confidence in their martial arts, so they came to run for the Golden Snake King. They can stand out among so many masters. Presumably these five are top masters." Song Qingshu sighed.
"These five people do have unique skills," Xia Qingqing nodded, "a guy named Zhuo Bufan, known as the Heavenly Mountain Sword God, has outstanding swordsmanship. No one has done ten tricks under his hands."
"Duan Yanqing, the leader of the four villains, is also here. His Yiyang finger is really domineering, and he won a spot."
"There is a man named Gongsun Zhi, who seems to be the owner of the Unfeeling Valley, with the golden sword and black sword in his hand, he also stole the limelight."
"There is also a woman from the Five Poisons Sect, who is not only strong in martial arts, but also superb in using poison."
Five Poisons
Song Qingshu was taken aback, and quickly interrupted and asked, "What's her name?"
"He Tieshou, Qingqing and I both know each other." Auntie Zhu at the side replied, seeing Song Qingshu's strange expression, she couldn't help asking curiously, "Why, do you know her too?"
Thinking of the Five Poison Sect and his party, the icy lake water and hot delicate body, Song Qingshu replied embarrassingly, "We met once."
"Could she be your woman too?" Xia Qingqing looked at him suspiciously.
"Of course not," Song Qingshu laughed awkwardly, thinking to himself: For He Tieshou, she is more like a tool for detoxification, so she naturally wouldn't think of her as my woman.
"Who is the other one?" Song Qingshu quickly changed the subject.
"This man's martial arts are even higher. He is obviously a young man with a broken arm, but he is holding a dark iron epee. No one can survive a move in his hand." Situ Bolei was filled with emotion. The impression I made was really shocking.
Broken arm, dark iron heavy sword
Song Qingshu had a strange look on his face: "You won't be called Yang Guo, will you?"
"How do you know?" the two women asked in unison.
"His characteristics are too obvious." Song Qingshu didn't want to explain further, "By the way, is he the one you are talking about?"
Auntie Zhu shook her head: "Although these people have high martial arts skills, in my opinion, they may not be your opponents."
"What kind of bad news is that?" Seeing her sudden serious face, Song Qingshu suddenly felt bad.
"Chu Hongliu, the owner of Qianliu Villa, nominated a young girl in her late teens. The rest of the hills laughed at him, but we know the strength of this girl very well, because she was the one who saved you from Mingzun last time." Xia Qingqing sighed in one breath.
"Ah Qing!" Song Qingshu couldn't help but gasped.
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