"Don't call me that name," Xia Qingqing stood up, and said with a cold face, "I'm just paying back the favor you saved my life before."
Song Qingshu struggled to sit up and looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "Didn't you want to kill me before?"
"I, Xia Qingqing, have clear grievances and grievances. I don't want to take advantage of others' danger. I will kill you when you recover from your injuries." Xia Qingqing snorted coldly.
"It's not me who competed with Hero Yuan, why did you kill me?" Song Qingshu felt extremely wronged.
"I don't care, you are one of the accomplices anyway." Thinking of Yuan Chengzhi, Xia Qingqing's nose ached.
"Uh, that's fine, but with the friendship between the two of us, can you kill me at the end?" Song Qingshu looked at her with a playful smile.
"What friendship do I have with you!" Xia Qingqing said angrily, but after thinking for a while, she said hesitantly, "If you can help me take revenge, maybe I can consider not killing you."
"Didn't you say that you don't have friendship with me? Why should I help you?" Song Qingshu rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Unless you promise with your body."
"You!" Xia Qingqing was frightened and angry, and was about to pull out the Golden Snake Sword, when she was startled suddenly, her face was like melting ice and snow, and she said softly, "Okay."
"Are you serious?" Now it was Song Qingshu's turn to be surprised.
"Of course it's true. If you can help me take revenge successfully, I'll naturally... naturally be willing to serve as a slave." Xia Qingqing looked unspeakable, but she had made up her mind that once she got revenge, she would kill herself and follow her. Brother Yuan is leaving...
Song Qingshu seemed to know her again, staring straight at her, and suddenly smiled calmly: "Mrs. Yuan is willing to make such a big sacrifice to avenge her husband. Song is very impressed. Although I don't know what your plan is, but If you want to take revenge after we meet each other, I can help you."
"Are you serious?" Xia Qingqing looked at him in surprise, subconsciously ran over and grabbed his arm and asked.
"Of course it's true, but if you don't stop shaking me, I'm afraid your only helper will soon burp." Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Xia Qingqing stuck out her little tongue in embarrassment, and let go of his arm.
"To take revenge, you must first know who your enemy is. Have you really figured out who your enemy is?" Song Qingshu asked.
"Emperor Kangxi Dog and Dongfang Bubai!" Xia Qingqing said through gritted teeth. After the battle of Yuhuangding, someone finally remembered the true identity of that young man who looked like a woman.
"Am I not your enemy?" Song Qingshu looked at her with a half-smile.
"Of course not." Xia Qingqing replied awkwardly with a rare blushing.
"Okay, what do you think of my martial arts?" Song Qingshu said.
Xia Qingqing thought for a while, and several scenes of him showing off his martial arts appeared in his mind, and finally said: "Very high, chapter 91 Dongfang Bubai came to make a rounds
It should not be under Brother Yuan. "
"Then do you know who caused my severe injury?" Song Qingshu said with a wry smile.
"How do I know? You're not trying to attract Ouchi's guards..." Xia Qingqing suddenly realized, and said with a livid face, "Could it be Dongfang Bubai?"
"That's right," Song Qingshu sighed, "I was unlucky tonight, and I happened to meet him. If it wasn't for my cleverness, I'm afraid you would never see me again."
"If it wasn't for saving me, you wouldn't be in such danger." Xia Qingqing's heart softened, and her eyes softened when she looked at him.
"Anyway, sooner or later, I will have to fight him. Thanks to you today, not only did I see the power of his full-strength attack, but I was also lucky enough to escape from his life. It is not a bad thing to say." Thinking of the scene of the two fighting, Song Qingshu nodded thoughtfully.
"It seems that your martial arts are higher than that of Brother Yuan." Xia Qingqing looked miserable, "Brother Yuan is so good at light kungfu and martial arts, there is no way to escape from his hands."
Song Qingshu shook his head and said: "That's different, Yuan Daxia was calculated by heart or not, but I have seen Dongfang Bubai's martial arts a long time ago, and I have prepared myself well, so I managed to save my life."
"Brother Song, Dongfang dog thief's martial arts are so high, do I have no hope of revenge in this life?" Xia Qingqing's eyes were a little lost.
"That's not necessarily the case." Song Qingshu showed a confident smile.
Xia Qingqing was about to ask, when a voice came from afar outside: "Today the palace is very lively, Dongfang can't sleep at night, and I want to have a drink with Song Xiaoyou. I wonder if Song Xiaoyou will appreciate your face?"
The expressions of the two people in the room changed drastically. Xia Qingqing gritted her teeth, pulled out the Golden Snake Sword and wanted to rush out to fight Dongfang Bubai, but was held back by Song Qingshu: "You will only die if you go out like this, trust me, I have a way to avenge you .”
Xia Qingqing was startled, struggled for a while, put the sword back into the sheath, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, trust you once!" Suddenly, he looked at him suspiciously: "He came to you so late, do you guys have a good relationship? ?”
Song Qingshu said solemnly: "I'm afraid it's the martial arts that Dongfang Bubai showed during the fight just now that made Dongfang Bubai suspicious of me. Let him see that I'm seriously injured. I'm afraid I'm going to die."
"Brother Song, should I hide for a while, or if he sees an extra person in your room and contacts the assassins in the palace tonight, I'm afraid you will be exposed more easily, Brother Song." Xia Qingqing also said anxiously.
"One more person?" Song Qingshu's mind flashed, and he seemed to grasp something vaguely in his heart.
"No need, even if you hide it, it's useless. With Dongfang Bubai's martial arts, no matter how well you hide in the room, you can't hide it from his eyes and ears." Song Qingshu suddenly turned his head, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. Guanghua looked at Xia Qingqing and asked, "Youyou, do you believe me?"
In Memory of Dongfang Bubai Chapter 91 Dongfang Bubai Comes to Check
Among them, since the beginning of the magical power, he has not been injured for more than ten years. I didn't expect to fall into the hands of a stinky boy tonight, and was also...
Thinking of this, Dongfang Bubai felt a tinge of frost on his face, looked at Song Qingshu's room, and walked straight over.
It turned out that Dongfang Bubai saw that the last palm that the assassin seriously injured him was the ultimate move of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, "Kanglong Yougui". In today's world, only Xiao Feng from Liao Kingdom and Xiangyang Guo Jing.
Although Dongfang Bubai hadn't descended from Heimuya for many years, he had heard a lot about the two of them. One was arrogant and the other was upright. It was impossible for them to do the almost obscene behavior of an assassin. Thinking of the other party putting two apples on his chest Pretending to be a woman, Dongfang Bubai couldn't help but twitch.
Having witnessed Song Qingshu's martial arts competition in the Imperial Study Room and Zuo Lengchan on the Jade Emperor's Peak before, Dongfang Bubai saw that Song Qingshu's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had extraordinary accomplishments, and immediately suspected him.
Thinking that the other party seemed to be scheming, Dongfang Bubai decided to recuperate his injuries first, and then searched for Song Qingshu's residence in a murderous spirit to find out.
"Song Qingshu, if that person just now was you, I will let you live or die!" Dongfang Bubai sneered in his heart, and without waiting for the people in the room to answer, he pushed open the door and broke in. Chapter 92 Oscar Winner and Queen
Before entering the house, Dongfang Bubai imagined many scenarios, such as Song Qingshu ambush in the dark, fighting to the death with himself the moment he enters the door; or he will pretend to be calm and deal with himself slowly...
No matter what the situation is, Dongfang Bubai is confident that the opponent cannot hide it from his eyes and ears. But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the room clearly, he still couldn't help being stunned there.
It turned out that the bed was being turned red. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Qingshu turned his head. After seeing that it was Dongfang Bubai, he couldn't help but turn pale. The reaction was to silence, but he was deeply jealous of Dongfang Bubai's martial arts.
With his sharp eyesight, Dongfang Bubai had already seen clearly that there was a woman under the quilt. Although he couldn't see the front clearly, the exposed icy muscles and snowy back were enough to be called a stunning beauty.
"Song Xiaoyou is really in a good mood. There are assassins in the palace today, but you are enjoying the tenderness here." Dongfang Bubai looked at Song Qingshu with a half-smile.
Song Qingshu's face was ashen, and he didn't answer, and quietly pulled the quilt to block the delicate body beside him.
Dongfang Bubai's expression suddenly changed: "Song Qingshu, you are so courageous. The women in the entire palace belong to the emperor. How dare you even touch his women?"
Song Qingshu's voice was hoarse, and he said bitterly: "Song is greedy and lustful, and behaves badly. Today's disaster is purely self-inflicted... Dongfang Hierarch, let's do it. Although Song knows that he is definitely not the Hierarch's opponent, he is not someone who is ready to die. "After finishing speaking, he put the horizontal sword in front of him, with a posture of succumbing to death.
"Wait a minute!" Dongfang Bubai felt baffled, why was his guess wrong? Glancing at the woman on the bed, he asked, "Who is this woman?"
Song Qingshu's face was cloudy and uncertain, obviously struggling in his heart, and finally he said hoarsely: "Concubine Mi."
"Concubine Mi?" Dongfang Bubai was taken aback. He thought this woman was some kind of beautiful court lady, but Song Qingshu was so courageous that he dared to contaminate Concubine Mi, Emperor Kangxi's favorite.
"Concubine Mi, did Song Qingshu force you?" Dongfang Bubai looked at the woman on the bed and asked in a deep voice, thinking that if Song Qingshu relied on martial arts to do the flower-picking business, he would not mind cleaning up such things at will. dross.
"No... Bengong himself... I want to." The woman on the bed hesitated for a while, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Song Qingshu glanced at the woman beside him affectionately, turned around, as if he had figured it out, threw the wooden sword on the ground, and smiled calmly: "Song knows that he is not the leader's opponent, so he is willing to die, and only asks the leader to show mercy. Don't let Concubine Mi's reputation be ruined."
"No! Let's die together. May we be a husband and wife in the next life." A white arm stretched out from under the quilt, gently but firmly holding Song Qingshu's hand.
Seeing the two confiding in each other, Dongfang Bubai was very impatient and thought to himself: Look at Chapter 92 of Oscar winner and actress
Before entering the house, Dongfang Bubai imagined many scenarios, such as Song Qingshu ambush in the dark, fighting to the death with himself the moment he enters the door; or he will pretend to be calm and deal with himself slowly...
No matter what the situation is, Dongfang Bubai is confident that the opponent cannot hide it from his eyes and ears. But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the room clearly, he still couldn't help being stunned there.
It turned out that the bed was being turned red. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Qingshu turned his head. After seeing that it was Dongfang Bubai, he couldn't help but turn pale. The reaction was to silence, but he was deeply jealous of Dongfang Bubai's martial arts.
With his sharp eyesight, Dongfang Bubai had already seen clearly that there was a woman under the quilt. Although he couldn't see the front clearly, the exposed icy muscles and snowy back were enough to be called a stunning beauty.
"Song Xiaoyou is really in a good mood. There are assassins in the palace today, but you are enjoying the tenderness here." Dongfang Bubai looked at Song Qingshu with a half-smile.
Song Qingshu's face was ashen, and he didn't answer, and quietly pulled the quilt to block the delicate body beside him.
Dongfang Bubai's expression suddenly changed: "Song Qingshu, you are so courageous. The women in the entire palace belong to the emperor. How dare you even touch his women?"
Song Qingshu's voice was hoarse, and he said bitterly: "Song is greedy and lustful, and behaves badly. Today's disaster is purely self-inflicted... Dongfang Hierarch, let's do it. Although Song knows that he is definitely not the Hierarch's opponent, he is not someone who is ready to die. "After finishing speaking, he put the horizontal sword in front of him, with a posture of succumbing to death.
"Wait a minute!" Dongfang Bubai felt baffled, why was his guess wrong? Glancing at the woman on the bed, he asked, "Who is this woman?"
Song Qingshu's face was cloudy and uncertain, obviously struggling in his heart, and finally he said hoarsely: "Concubine Mi."
"Concubine Mi?" Dongfang Bubai was taken aback. He thought this woman was some kind of beautiful court lady, but Song Qingshu was so courageous that he dared to contaminate Concubine Mi, Emperor Kangxi's favorite.
"Concubine Mi, did Song Qingshu force you?" Dongfang Bubai looked at the woman on the bed and asked in a deep voice, thinking that if Song Qingshu relied on martial arts to do the flower-picking business, he would not mind cleaning up such things at will. dross.
"No... Bengong himself... I want to." The woman on the bed hesitated for a while, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Song Qingshu glanced at the woman beside him affectionately, turned around, as if he had figured it out, threw the wooden sword on the ground, and smiled calmly: "Song knows that he is not the leader's opponent, so he is willing to die, and only asks the leader to show mercy. Don't let Concubine Mi's reputation be ruined."
"No! Let's die together. May we be a husband and wife in the next life." A white arm stretched out from under the quilt, gently but firmly holding Song Qingshu's hand.
Seeing the two confiding in each other, Dongfang Bubai was very impatient and thought to himself: Look at Chapter 92 of Oscar winner and actress
Before entering the house, Dongfang Bubai imagined many scenarios, such as Song Qingshu ambush in the dark, fighting to the death with himself the moment he enters the door; or he will pretend to be calm and deal with himself slowly...
No matter what the situation is, Dongfang Bubai is confident that the opponent cannot hide it from his eyes and ears. But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the room clearly, he still couldn't help being stunned there.
It turned out that the bed was being turned red. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Qingshu turned his head. After seeing that it was Dongfang Bubai, he couldn't help but turn pale. The reaction was to silence, but he was deeply jealous of Dongfang Bubai's martial arts.
With his sharp eyesight, Dongfang Bubai had already seen clearly that there was a woman under the quilt. Although he couldn't see the front clearly, the exposed icy muscles and snowy back were enough to be called a stunning beauty.
"Song Xiaoyou is really in a good mood. There are assassins in the palace today, but you are enjoying the tenderness here." Dongfang Bubai looked at Song Qingshu with a half-smile.
Song Qingshu's face was ashen, and he didn't answer, and quietly pulled the quilt to block the delicate body beside him.
Dongfang Bubai's expression suddenly changed: "Song Qingshu, you are so courageous. The women in the entire palace belong to the emperor. How dare you even touch his women?"
Song Qingshu's voice was hoarse, and he said bitterly: "Song is greedy and lustful, and behaves badly. Today's disaster is purely self-inflicted... Dongfang Hierarch, let's do it. Although Song knows that he is definitely not the Hierarch's opponent, he is not someone who is ready to die. "After finishing speaking, he put the horizontal sword in front of him, with a posture of succumbing to death.
"Wait a minute!" Dongfang Bubai felt baffled, why was his guess wrong? Glancing at the woman on the bed, he asked, "Who is this woman?"
Song Qingshu's face was cloudy and uncertain, obviously struggling in his heart, and finally he said hoarsely: "Concubine Mi."
"Concubine Mi?" Dongfang Bubai was taken aback. He thought this woman was some kind of beautiful court lady, but Song Qingshu was so courageous that he dared to contaminate Concubine Mi, Emperor Kangxi's favorite.
"Concubine Mi, did Song Qingshu force you?" Dongfang Bubai looked at the woman on the bed and asked in a deep voice, thinking that if Song Qingshu relied on martial arts to do the flower-picking business, he would not mind cleaning up such things at will. dross.
"No... Bengong himself... I want to." The woman on the bed hesitated for a while, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Song Qingshu glanced at the woman beside him affectionately, turned around, as if he had figured it out, threw the wooden sword on the ground, and smiled calmly: "Song knows that he is not the leader's opponent, so he is willing to die, and only asks the leader to show mercy. Don't let Concubine Mi's reputation be ruined."
"No! Let's die together. May we be a husband and wife in the next life." A white arm stretched out from under the quilt, gently but firmly holding Song Qingshu's hand.
Seeing the two confiding in each other, Dongfang Bubai was very impatient and thought to himself: Look at Chapter 92 of Oscar winner and actress
Before entering the house, Dongfang Bubai imagined many scenarios, such as Song Qingshu ambush in the dark, fighting to the death with himself the moment he enters the door; or he will pretend to be calm and deal with himself slowly...
No matter what the situation is, Dongfang Bubai is confident that the opponent cannot hide it from his eyes and ears. But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the room clearly, he still couldn't help being stunned there.
It turned out that the bed was being turned red. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Qingshu turned his head. After seeing that it was Dongfang Bubai, he couldn't help but turn pale. The reaction was to silence, but he was deeply jealous of Dongfang Bubai's martial arts.
With his sharp eyesight, Dongfang Bubai had already seen clearly that there was a woman under the quilt. Although he couldn't see the front clearly, the exposed icy muscles and snowy back were enough to be called a stunning beauty.
"Song Xiaoyou is really in a good mood. There are assassins in the palace today, but you are enjoying the tenderness here." Dongfang Bubai looked at Song Qingshu with a half-smile.
Song Qingshu's face was ashen, and he didn't answer, and quietly pulled the quilt to block the delicate body beside him.
Dongfang Bubai's expression suddenly changed: "Song Qingshu, you are so courageous. The women in the entire palace belong to the emperor. How dare you even touch his women?"
Song Qingshu's voice was hoarse, and he said bitterly: "Song is greedy and lustful, and behaves badly. Today's disaster is purely self-inflicted... Dongfang Hierarch, let's do it. Although Song knows that he is definitely not the Hierarch's opponent, he is not someone who is ready to die. "After finishing speaking, he put the horizontal sword in front of him, with a posture of succumbing to death.
"Wait a minute!" Dongfang Bubai felt baffled, why was his guess wrong? Glancing at the woman on the bed, he asked, "Who is this woman?"
Song Qingshu's face was cloudy and uncertain, obviously struggling in his heart, and finally he said hoarsely: "Concubine Mi."
"Concubine Mi?" Dongfang Bubai was taken aback. He thought this woman was some kind of beautiful court lady, but Song Qingshu was so courageous that he dared to contaminate Concubine Mi, Emperor Kangxi's favorite.
"Concubine Mi, did Song Qingshu force you?" Dongfang Bubai looked at the woman on the bed and asked in a deep voice, thinking that if Song Qingshu relied on martial arts to do the flower-picking business, he would not mind cleaning up such things at will. dross.
"No... Bengong himself... I want to." The woman on the bed hesitated for a while, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Song Qingshu glanced at the woman beside him affectionately, turned around, as if he had figured it out, threw the wooden sword on the ground, and smiled calmly: "Song knows that he is not the leader's opponent, so he is willing to die, and only asks the leader to show mercy. Don't let Concubine Mi's reputation be ruined."
"No! Let's die together. May we be a husband and wife in the next life." A white arm stretched out from under the quilt, gently but firmly holding Song Qingshu's hand.
Seeing the two confiding in each other, Dongfang Bubai was very impatient and thought to himself: Look at Chapter 92 of Oscar winner and actress
Before entering the house, Dongfang Bubai imagined many scenarios, such as Song Qingshu ambush in the dark, fighting to the death with himself the moment he enters the door; or he will pretend to be calm and deal with himself slowly...
No matter what the situation is, Dongfang Bubai is confident that the opponent cannot hide it from his eyes and ears. But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the room clearly, he still couldn't help being stunned there.
It turned out that the bed was being turned red. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Qingshu turned his head. After seeing that it was Dongfang Bubai, he couldn't help but turn pale. The reaction was to silence, but he was deeply jealous of Dongfang Bubai's martial arts.
With his sharp eyesight, Dongfang Bubai had already seen clearly that there was a woman under the quilt. Although he couldn't see the front clearly, the exposed icy muscles and snowy back were enough to be called a stunning beauty.
"Song Xiaoyou is really in a good mood. There are assassins in the palace today, but you are enjoying the tenderness here." Dongfang Bubai looked at Song Qingshu with a half-smile.
Song Qingshu's face was ashen, and he didn't answer, and quietly pulled the quilt to block the delicate body beside him.
Dongfang Bubai's expression suddenly changed: "Song Qingshu, you are so courageous. The women in the entire palace belong to the emperor. How dare you even touch his women?"
Song Qingshu's voice was hoarse, and he said bitterly: "Song is greedy and lustful, and behaves badly. Today's disaster is purely self-inflicted... Dongfang Hierarch, let's do it. Although Song knows that he is definitely not the Hierarch's opponent, he is not someone who is ready to die. "After finishing speaking, he put the horizontal sword in front of him, with a posture of succumbing to death.
"Wait a minute!" Dongfang Bubai felt baffled, why was his guess wrong? Glancing at the woman on the bed, he asked, "Who is this woman?"
Song Qingshu's face was cloudy and uncertain, obviously struggling in his heart, and finally he said hoarsely: "Concubine Mi."
"Concubine Mi?" Dongfang Bubai was taken aback. He thought this woman was some kind of beautiful court lady, but Song Qingshu was so courageous that he dared to contaminate Concubine Mi, Emperor Kangxi's favorite.
"Concubine Mi, did Song Qingshu force you?" Dongfang Bubai looked at the woman on the bed and asked in a deep voice, thinking that if Song Qingshu relied on martial arts to do the flower-picking business, he would not mind cleaning up such things at will. dross.
"No... Bengong himself... I want to." The woman on the bed hesitated for a while, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Song Qingshu glanced at the woman beside him affectionately, turned around, as if he had figured it out, threw the wooden sword on the ground, and smiled calmly: "Song knows that he is not the leader's opponent, so he is willing to die, and only asks the leader to show mercy. Don't let Concubine Mi's reputation be ruined."
"No! Let's die together. May we be a husband and wife in the next life." A white arm stretched out from under the quilt, gently but firmly holding Song Qingshu's hand.
Seeing the two confiding in each other, Dongfang Bubai was very impatient and thought to himself: Look at Chapter 92 of Oscar winner and actress
Before entering the house, Dongfang Bubai imagined many scenarios, such as Song Qingshu ambush in the dark, fighting to the death with himself the moment he enters the door; or he will pretend to be calm and deal with himself slowly...
No matter what the situation is, Dongfang Bubai is confident that the opponent cannot hide it from his eyes and ears. But when he opened the door and saw the scene in the room clearly, he still couldn't help being stunned there.
It turned out that the bed was being turned red. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Qingshu turned his head. After seeing that it was Dongfang Bubai, he couldn't help but turn pale. The reaction was to silence, but he was deeply jealous of Dongfang Bubai's martial arts.
With his sharp eyesight, Dongfang Bubai had already seen clearly that there was a woman under the quilt. Although he couldn't see the front clearly, the exposed icy muscles and snowy back were enough to be called a stunning beauty.
"Song Xiaoyou is really in a good mood. There are assassins in the palace today, but you are enjoying the tenderness here." Dongfang Bubai looked at Song Qingshu with a half-smile.
Song Qingshu's face was ashen, and he didn't answer, and quietly pulled the quilt to block the delicate body beside him.
Dongfang Bubai's expression suddenly changed: "Song Qingshu, you are so courageous. The women in the entire palace belong to the emperor. How dare you even touch his women?"
Song Qingshu's voice was hoarse, and he said bitterly: "Song is greedy and lustful, and behaves badly. Today's disaster is purely self-inflicted... Dongfang Hierarch, let's do it. Although Song knows that he is definitely not the Hierarch's opponent, he is not someone who is ready to die. "After finishing speaking, he put the horizontal sword in front of him, with a posture of succumbing to death.
"Wait a minute!" Dongfang Bubai felt baffled, why was his guess wrong? Glancing at the woman on the bed, he asked, "Who is this woman?"
Song Qingshu's face was cloudy and uncertain, obviously struggling in his heart, and finally he said hoarsely: "Concubine Mi."
"Concubine Mi?" Dongfang Bubai was taken aback. He thought this woman was some kind of beautiful court lady, but Song Qingshu was so courageous that he dared to contaminate Concubine Mi, Emperor Kangxi's favorite.
"Concubine Mi, did Song Qingshu force you?" Dongfang Bubai looked at the woman on the bed and asked in a deep voice, thinking that if Song Qingshu relied on martial arts to do the flower-picking business, he would not mind cleaning up such things at will. dross.
"No... Bengong himself... I want to." The woman on the bed hesitated for a while, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.
Song Qingshu glanced at the woman beside him affectionately, turned around, as if he had figured it out, threw the wooden sword on the ground, and smiled calmly: "Song knows that he is not the leader's opponent, so he is willing to die, and only asks the leader to show mercy. Don't let Concubine Mi's reputation be ruined."
"No! Let's die together. May we be a husband and wife in the next life." A white arm stretched out from under the quilt, gently but firmly holding Song Qingshu's hand.
Seeing the two talking to each other, Dongfang Bubai was very impatient and thought to himself: Look