Zhang Songxi tugged at Song Yuanqiao's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "Isn't she that mysterious woman in the yellow shirt at the Lion Slaughtering Conference? Qing Shu is actually with her... Hehe, senior brother, your son is a bit powerful." The girl in the shirt was shocked, and many people were very impressed with her. No wonder even Zhang Songxi, a middle-aged Taoist, couldn't help gossiping.
"They may not be in that kind of relationship." Song Yuanqiao's tone was a little uncertain, but in fact he was very relieved. In the early years, he saw his son in love with Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhou Zhiruo fell in love with Zhang Wuji, and he was worried that he was destined to be a bachelor all his life. Well, I didn't expect that after a few years, my son couldn't help marrying Zhou Zhiruo back home, and even had an affair with so many proud girls in the martial arts world...
"Should I remind him and let him be more careful?" Song Yuanqiao is an upright person, subconsciously disliked seeing his son with peach blossoms all over him, but after thinking about it, it's not bad to marry a few more wives to the old Song's family. Yes, recalling that Zhang Sanfeng often taught to let nature take its course, he gave up the idea of persuasion.
Noticing the weird expressions of everyone in the arena, the girl in yellow quickly realized that what she just said was ambiguous. Thinking that Song Qingshu's father was still here, two blushes suddenly appeared on some pale cheeks.
"You guys talk about the old days slowly, I'll get them out first." Huang Shannu knew that this kind of thing would become more and more complicated as she explained it, so she simply came to the bottom of the pot and left this place of right and wrong first.
"Sister, these princesses of the Song Dynasty are still in my hands, why don't you ask my opinion first?" Zhao Min's eyes flickered, and she took a light step to stand in front of Zhao Min.
The woman in yellow snorted coldly, and then released a signal, and soon her subordinates who had been in ambush rushed out and surrounded Zhao Min's defeated generals: "More than half of your subordinates have been killed or killed, and the second elder Xuanming is also seriously injured. Your current strength can't stop me at all."
Zhao Min smiled sweetly, hugged Song Qingshu's arm, and pressed half of his body against it: "But I still have Brother Qingshu."
Noticing her movements, the yellow-shirted woman twitched her eyebrows and cursed in her heart: Mongolian women really don't have the shame to flirt with men like this in broad daylight.
"The Princess don't have to think about it, Mr. Song is my ally, how can he help you?" The yellow-shirted woman's voice was extremely cold.
(This chapter is not over, please turn the page) "That's not necessarily true, you are just allies, but we are..." Zhao Min deliberately hesitated to speak, showing a shy expression, "Brother Qingshu, are you going to help me or help me?" her?"
Song Qingshu, one head and two big, had no choice but to say: "No matter who you are helping, can you get these women out of the palace first? Although the defense force in the palace has been mobilized, it has been so long, Jin Guo You should have realized it too, maybe a large army will be called in soon, and no one will be able to leave by then."
Zhao Min smiled sweetly: "Since brother Qingshu said so, I'm not an ignorant woman, how about this, as long as brother Qingshu begs me personally, I will hand over the princesses of the Song Dynasty to this beautiful sister."
"How do you think I'm begging you?" Song Qingshu was extremely depressed, she was still so unhurried, but seeing Zhao Min's bright and rose-like appearance, he couldn't get angry at all.
"It's very simple, just promise me one condition." Zhao Min raised his neck and looked at him with big eyes blinking.
Song Qingshu asked with a headache: "Could it be the kind of condition that I haven't figured out yet, and I'll tell me when I figure it out later."
Zhao Min's eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile: "Brother Qingshu is really smart."
The woman in the yellow shirt beside her frowned: "Young Master Song, there's no need to agree to her unreasonable request. Those under her will never be able to stop me."
Zhao Min let go of Song Qingshu, and slowly looked around the yellow-shirted girl. The yellow-shirted girl felt uncomfortable under her gaze, and couldn't help asking: "What are you looking at?"
"Sister, don't worry, I won't put forward some conditions that embarrass Brother Qingshu, such as not allowing Brother Qingshu to marry you..." Seeing that the woman in the yellow shirt wanted to raise her eyebrows, Zhao Min quickly answered, "I Of course you wouldn’t make such a request.”
Seeing the woman in yellow shirt trembling with anger, Song Qingshu hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I promise you, let everyone go quickly."
Hearing Song Qingshu's promise, Zhao Min's eyebrows were beaming immediately, and he pointed at his subordinates: "You, you, and you, all go back to where they should go, and you don't have to follow me anymore."
The elders of Xuanming suddenly had a bitter look on their faces: "Princess, what can you do if you don't have anyone around you to protect you?"
"I count on you two to protect
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) I, the princess, have died so many times.” Zhao Min curled his lips, pulled Song Qingshu’s sleeves, and answered as a matter of course, “It’s fine if Brother Qingshu protects me now.” up? "
The two elders Xuanming looked gloomy, but they couldn't refute. After looking at each other, they had no choice but to walk away with their subordinates. For some reason, Ouyang Feng and his group didn't stop them and let them go. leave.
The yellow-shirted girl took advantage of this time to protect the princesses of the Song Dynasty. When they knew the identity of the yellow-shirted girl and hoped to escape from the devil's lair, they wept with joy.
Song Qingshu glanced at them, and then turned his attention to Murong Bo: "Old Mr. Murong, if it wasn't for Mr. Ling, it would have been difficult for me to heal the broken meridian. I shouldn't have troubled you, but I owe you Mr. Ling's kindness. I have already paid it off before, and this time you attacked my father and several uncles, we should also settle it."
Different from Song Qingshu, Murong Bo is a top figure who has been famous for decades. If he is scolded by a junior like this, even if he is afraid of the other party's martial arts in his heart, he is not willing to show the slightest timidity in front of everyone: "This is what the old man did!" , what can you do to me?"
Song Qingshu let out a cold snort, which was heard by everyone in the venue, and everyone felt shocked, those with weak skills felt sick on the spot, Murong Bo's cultivation was far from comparable to those of his subordinates, but they still felt a little shaken.
He has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has so much experience in fighting the enemy. Knowing that the opponent is the first to attack, he will definitely take the opportunity to attack next, and hastily take a step back.
Sure enough, as he expected, Song Qingshu also took a step forward when he backed away. Even though it was only one step, the distance of tens of feet came in an instant. If he hadn't had the foresight, he might have ended up in the same embarrassing end as Gongsun Zhi.
But Murong Bo didn't feel happy at all, instead he was terrified, he didn't have time to think about how the other party managed to shrink the ground to an inch, he hastily waved his palms in front of his body, and displayed Murong's family's unique skill of "Dou Zhuan Xing Xing Yi" to the fullest.
Turning the stars is a first-class kung fu in the world. Murong Bo's attainments in this kung fu are by no means comparable to Murong Fu's. He is confident that even if he faces someone whose kung fu is twice his own, he will be able to fight. Song Qingshu is young No matter how high the skill is, how can it be twice as high as his decades of hard work
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