Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1990: War

? Song Qingshu was worried that she really had a problem with drinking, and sat next to her, holding her hand with the help of the cover of the table, and a soft internal force lost.

Yang Miaozhen was stunned, and suddenly heard his secret transmission: "Don't resist, let the true energy flow naturally in the body."

Yang Miaozhen nodded slightly, completely let go of his defenses, and let the opponent's true energy wander in his body.

Song Qingshu was a little surprised. I thought she would subconsciously take precautions. How can I believe in herself like this? You must know that the masters in the arena almost never let others' internal forces enter your body. In this case, if the other party is malicious , A slight attack, serious injuries are minor, and in all likelihood, they will be killed on the spot.

Yang Miaozhen only felt a warm heat wandering through his body, and suddenly his fingertips cooled down, and when he looked down, he found drops of crystal water droplets flowing from his fingertips.

She reacted in a daze. It was the other party who helped her push the wine out of her body. She couldn't help but secretly marveled. I had heard that Dali Six-Medition Sword had this kind of wine-pressing technique before, but I didn’t expect him to actually do it. Too.

As a super master, she also understands that as long as she tries to find her way, she can develop sword energy. I thought that the other party unreservedly showed the route of zhen qi movement in his own body. Is this completely treating me as his own person?

Thinking of this, her face, who has always been sturdy and generous, couldn't help but feel hot. Fortunately, she was drunk at this time, and she was not afraid of being seen by others.

The wine that was drunk can be forced out of the body. Yang Miaozhen had no scruples. He quickly drank the generals in the field and saw that few others were awake. Yang Miaozhen suddenly slammed his shoulder against him. Man: "Almost, let's go?"

"Where to go?" Song Qingshu asked.

Yang Miaozhen turned his head and looked at him with a smile but a smile: "I found that you look like a gentleman on the surface, but your back is broken."

Song Qingshu has a black line: "I just forced a drink for you, so I turned around and said to me like that, it’s too much to cross the river to demolish the bridge."

Yang Miaozhen opened his eyes: "You are so embarrassed to say that there is a method that can prevent you from getting drunk, but you have to pretend to be drunk. If I were not fooled by you, how could I Came stupidly to stop you from drinking?"

"Isn't it just for the atmosphere," Song Qingshu looked at the people around drinking and lying on the floor, "If they knew from the beginning whether I was drunk, what's the point of drinking."

"Yes, yes, you have to win people's hearts, and I almost made a fool of myself." Yang Miaozhen thought that he had almost made a fool of himself, and suddenly felt a little itchy in his teeth.

Song Qingshu smiled and shook her hand: "Why don't you know that you care about me so much, for fear that I might drink it badly."

"It's bad enough for you not to drink," Yang Miaozhen's eyes wandered, a bit less anger, a bit more charming, "I know where I am calling you, but I want to say it again in person."

Song Qingshu watched her as she drank wine, her snow-white skin has now become pale pink, becoming more and more charming: "I just want to hear the goddess in the hearts of all the men in the red jacket invite me personally."

Yang Miaozhen's eyes showed a hint of joking: "Why didn't you invite me to your account?"

Song Qingshu suffocated his breath. His camp and Zhou Zhiruo were arranged together. If he led other women in, it wouldn't be a Shura field.

"It scared you," Yang Miaozhen chuckled, stretched out his hand and hooked his finger, "Go to my room. I don't want to be in the wild with you anymore. It always feels weird."

Song Qingshu's heart was pounding, thinking who said she was a tigress, who said she was a rouge horse, she was obviously a provocative vixen!

The two came to her camp one after another. Yang Miaozhen waved his hand and motioned to the guards to go farther. These guards were all female soldiers she trained. It is more convenient for them to take care of them on weekdays than male soldiers.

Seeing that the master brought a man back for an unprecedented time, all eyes were bigger than a cow. Some people recognized Song Qingshu's identity, and all of them couldn't help but look strange.

"Whatever you look at, go to the periphery to guard, and no one is allowed to approach. I have important matters to discuss with the Golden Snake King." Yang Miaozhen said with a blush.

"Yes!" A group of female soldiers dispersed, thinking that you lied to ghosts, these three watchmen brought a man back in the middle of the night, both of them were drunk, and the flames in their eyes were about to want to give each other Swallowed...

However, they complained about it, but they were happy for her, thinking that she and the new owner were getting better, and they would have a good home in the future.

Furthermore, Song Qingshu and Yang Miaozhen entered the camp, looked at each other, didn't say anything, and hugged each other abruptly, leaving only two heavy breathing in the room.

For a long time, Song Qingshu bit her ears and said dryly: "I want to be like just now." The posture that the two had just now appeared in her mind, and she felt that her whole body was about to explode.

Yang Miaozhen raised his right leg, and put the round and straight leg on his shoulder directly with a single horse, a pair of apricot eyes became watery, and he laughed madly: "Is that so?"

Song Qingshu couldn't bear it anymore, and the tiger roared and rushed forward.

……

"The subordinate who had a crush on you just asked me to treat you lightly."

"Bah, don't listen to him."

……

I don’t know how long it has passed. Song Qingshu got out of bed with vain steps, secretly rejoicing: Fortunately, my magical body protector, otherwise I didn’t lose in the competition field, but instead lost on the bed, it would be embarrassing.

While putting on the clothes, I turned around and asked: "Aren't you really going to watch them compete?"

Yang Miaozhen was lying on the bed, showing only his messy long hair and snow-white shoulders with a lot of red marks, and said weakly: "I don't want to move a finger now, go by yourself. "

Hearing what she said, Song Qingshu was unreasonably proud: "Last time I can say that you were the first time, this time there is no excuse, right?"

Yang Miaozhen grabbed the pillow next to him and threw it over: "I drank too much alcohol today, next time I find a chance to compare it again."

Song Qingshu walked out of the big tent triumphantly, and sighed with a sigh of relief: "How many times have you been compared, you have also lost, hey, in your life, you can't get a rival, sincerely lonely and embarrassed." /

Yang Miao in the bed was really itchy with hate, but after a long time he sighed sullenly. He didn't expect that he couldn't beat him in a martial arts competition. In another battlefield, he was also not his opponent. Later, he could only work hard, his physical strength But it seems to be endless...

Let’s say Song Qingshu came to a valley a few miles away from the camp. A girl in a yellow skirt stood on a tree, and a woman in a white skirt stood on the top of another tree a few meters away. Both of them were brilliant. Standing on the twigs on the top of the tree like this, his figure did not move a bit, only his clothes were fluttered by the cold wind.

The two women are already graceful, but now the faint moonlight shines through the dresses of the two women, casting a holy halo on them, like fairies in the sky.

"You are late." The two women turned around to see him, and said in unison, they frowned upon hearing each other's words.

Song Qingshu shrank back with some guilty conscience, and smiled wryly: "I just drank too much with those people over there."

"Where is the Si Niangzi?" The woman in the yellow shirt looked at him and asked suspiciously.

Song Qing said in writing without heartbeat: "The group of men looked at her beautifully, and they persuaded her to drink, one by one, she got drunk and went back to rest."

"Drunk?" A hint of worry flashed in the eyes of the woman in the yellow shirt, "Don't be taken advantage of by others."

"Don't worry, I've already sent her back to the camp. It's okay to have her personal guards." Song Qingshu wondered if I took advantage of her all?

Zhou Zhiruo snorted: "No wonder I'm late."

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, he really couldn't explain this.

Zhou Zhiruo obviously just said casually, and his attention quickly returned to the woman in the yellow shirt: "I can't fight anymore? Are you worried that Yang Miao will not come and Qingshu will be unfairly judged?"

The woman in the yellow shirt glanced at Song Qingshu and said with a slight smile: "This is not true. I can still trust Song Gongzi's character."

Seeing her eyes looking at her husband softly, as if there was something else, Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly: "If this is the case, let's start."

The yellow shirt goddess is in love: "Please."

As soon as the voice fell, the blue shadow flashed in the ground, and a long whip struck him. The yellow-jacketed woman leaped hurriedly, and the top of the tree where she had stayed before was shattered by the long whip.

The woman in the yellow shirt also raised her anger secretly, thinking that since you acted mercilessly, I can't blame me, anyway, Song Qingshu is also here, with his martial arts, even if we have something wrong, he should be able to resolve it. Gotta drop.

At this moment, my thoughts flashed, and the opponent's long whip quickly and unscrupulously continued to move, which is the white python whip technique in the Jiuyin Scripture.

The woman in the yellow shirt retreats abruptly to the side, but Zhou Zhiruo's whip technique is so fantastic that she has been trapped in three strokes, and coldly said: "At this time, I will take your life and forgive you for not accepting it. Take the sword! "

The woman in the yellow shirt smiled slightly: "Why do you need a weapon to deal with you?" She said that her whole body was suddenly soft like noodles, and she escaped from the restraint of the other party with a twist.

"Retracting tendons and shrinking bones!"

Song Qingshu will also know the "Nine Yin Scriptures~IndoMTL.com~" naturally recognizes the kung fu inside, but at this time, a picture of a woman in a yellow shirt just writhing appeared in his mind, and his face was a bit weird: even the chest is OK. All of a sudden, the woman is terrible...

Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect her to escape the cage so easily, but her long whip has been practiced so as to help her arm. With a shake of her wrist, the soft whip trembled like a snake, and went straight to the chest of the woman in the yellow shirt.

Even though Song Qingshu knew that the yellow shirt girl could avoid it, he still took a breath, thinking that if it was really crushed, it would be a bit violent.

The woman in the yellow shirt escaped the blow of the long whip like a butterfly. Who knew that the soft whip came over halfway and hit her back.

The woman in the yellow shirt seemed to have expected it. She stretched out her hand and grabbed her back and caught the other's long whip. She is familiar with the Jiuyin Scripture, and is naturally familiar with the various changes in the white python whip technique. Pull the opponent over and attack within a few feet in front of her.

She just grabbed the long whip but her face changed. She hurriedly let go of the long whip. Looking at the red mark on her palm, she was shocked: "The last lion slaughter meeting against her, she learned a quick way. , More emphasis on moves, so the internal strength is inherently insufficient, but I did not expect that the internal strength has grown to such a level."