Song Qingshu was secretly amused, this Yang Miaozhen's proposal seemed fair, but in fact it was extremely scoundrel. ∽↗∽↗∽↗∽↗, from the fight just now, I know that her pear blossom spear has been cultivated to the perfect state. It doesn’t matter whether she has a gun or not. Her legs can be used as pear blossom spears, and her hands can naturally use pear blossom spears .
Just giving up the weapon will abolish his lightness kung fu and swordsmanship advantages, and the abacus is quite loud.
It's just that Song Qingshu has always been a person who loves fragrance and cherishes jade, and has no dislike for Yang Miaozhen's innocuous cunning, so he pretended not to know, and nodded in agreement.
Noticing Song Qingshu's half-smile expression, Yang Miaozhen looked embarrassed, and she also knew that the other party probably saw through her trick, and the reason why she agreed was just out of conceit, "Hmph, I will make you regret it later. "
The two stood between the footprints she had drawn, and Yang Miaozhen smiled slightly: "That girl will be offended." With a flick of his arm, he attacked Song Qingshu with his whole hand from an unbelievable angle, which was exactly the way of the pear flower gun.
A smug smile appeared on Yang Miaozhen's lips. Now that the two sides are limited to such a circle, the competition is more about the subtlety of moves, and his pear flower gun has always been known for its subtlety. Song's surname is a miscalculation this time.
Suddenly Yang Miaozhen's face changed, because she saw Song Qingshu raised his hand casually, and he raised his hand very slowly, but it happened to intercept his veins.
Yang Miao really wanted to change her tactics, but before it was too late, Song Qingshu's wrist was firmly held, and she tried to pull it back several times, but she didn't move.
She gritted her silver teeth, and when Song Qingshu didn't exert any force to restrain her acupuncture points, Yang Miaozhen made a big arc with her other hand and attacked the opponent's neck. She had calculated clearly that if Song Qingshu wanted to avoid this move, he would have to Let go of your hand.
Who knew that Song Qingshu just dodged Yang Miaozhen's move by simply tilting her head back. Her hand was only an inch away from Song Qingshu's neck, but Yang Miaozhen's moves were so powerful that this inch was far away. But she is doomed to be insurmountable.
Yang Miaozhen snorted softly, how could the pear blossom marksmanship be broken so easily, Yang Miaozhen turned his palm into a flick, and suddenly stretched out a few slender fingers, flicking towards Song Qingshu's throat as if plucking the strings of a piano.
Although her hand couldn't move forward any further, but with the stretched length of her fingers, it was more than enough to reach Song Qingshu. Although the force on her fingers was not heavy, her throat was the most vulnerable part of the human body. If Song Qingshu was really hit, even if No matter how strong his internal strength is, he might feel a short-term suffocation.
Experts competed, and the outcome was on the line. Yang Miaozhen had already predicted that she was about to win this contest, but soon her smile froze again.
Song Qingshu really did not expect Yang Miaozhen to have this trick, and it is easy to avoid it, but his feet will inevitably leave the drawn circle. He was regretting the previous support, but a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he already thought of solving it. method.
Yang Miao was really proud, but suddenly found that Song Qingshu opened his mouth and bit the finger that she flicked past. I don't know if it was an illusion, but she seemed to feel the other party's tongue licking her fingertips lightly. .
Yang Miaozhen didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, her whole body froze all of a sudden, she stared blankly at the other party.
"Hey, are these two fighting each other or flirting?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, kissed so soon?"
"This guy surnamed Song is really awesome. He only managed the Ninth Princess yesterday, but today he actually got involved with this rouge tiger in front of so many people."
"Si Niangzi, you are usually tough, why are you acting like a shy daughter-in-law now?"
"No matter how tough the fourth lady is, she is still a woman. If she meets a handsome girl, she will miss Chuner."
"Hahaha~"
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Hearing the swear words from the audience, Yang Miaozhen finally woke up, and found that Song Qingshu still had his finger in his mouth, and couldn't help feeling ashamed and angry.
At this moment, one of her wrists was pinched by Song Qingshu, and the other hand was bitten in her mouth by him. She couldn't move at all, so she could only raise her leg and kick it fiercely between his legs.
"Hiss~"
The dry men under the stage only felt a chill between their legs, and couldn't help but gasped.
"This woman really has a strong temper." Song Qingshu was also surprised, Yang Miaozhen's kick came out with hatred, if she kicked her, both his happiness in the second half of his life and his sexual happiness in the lower half of his body would be ruined.
Song Qingshu hurriedly turned to one side to avoid her kick, and when she was exhausted, he used his arm to clamp her raised leg under his armpit.
"Oh~"
There were bursts of malicious whistles from the audience. At this time, Yang Miaozhen's hands were restrained, and even her legs were clamped by Song Qingshu. Hawker's eyes widened.
Yang Miaozhen exerted force several times, but found that the strength he passed was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and it had no effect at all, so she couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry: "Let me go!"
"If Si Niangzi admits defeat, I will naturally let go." Leaning close to her, Song Qingshu had to admit that Yang Miaozhen really had a proud personality.
As if noticing Song Qingshu's obscene gaze, Yang Miaozhen's skin flushed with a blush, she scolded, twisted her waist, and flew away with her whole body, and kicked Song Qingshu's ribs directly with the other foot.
Song Qingshu seemed to have expected it a long time ago, this time he didn't dodge again, and abruptly received her leg whip.
Although she kicked the opponent, Yang Miaozhen's complexion changed, because she felt that the strength contained in her kick was completely dissipated by a soft force, and this body-protecting magical skill seemed to be no lower than before...
Before Yang Miaozhen had time to be shocked, she was shocked to find that Song Qingshu took the opportunity to pinch her leg under her armpit. At this time, her whole body became completely hung on the other party's body.
Song Qingshu's legs were pinched under the armpit, one hand was held by him, and the other hand was held in his mouth. The posture was as ambiguous as possible, just like a couple making out.
"Wow~"
Hearing the exclamation from below the ring, Yang Miao really wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. At this moment, Song Qingshu's hateful voice suddenly came from next to his ear: "Si Niangzi, your feet are off the ground now, according to your own decision." According to the rules, you seem to have lost."
How could Yang Miaozhen care about winning or losing now: "I lost, I lost, let me go." Being hugged by him like this in front of the heroes of the world, even though Yang Miaozhen was always aggressive, she couldn't bear it.
"I just offended you so much, I hope Fourth Lady won't take offense." Song Qingshu gently put Yang Miaozhen down while apologizing.
Yang Miaozhen also had a gloomy expression on her face. After all, it was her own fault. She proposed this way of fighting. She also took the initiative to stretch her arms and legs to attack. He was just passively parrying...
Frustrated with no one to vent her anger on, Yang Miaozhen snorted coldly, and ran down the ring as if fleeing—
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