Flower Stealing Master Chapter 1196: Poor and beautiful blood fog

Song Qingshu can't help but listen, these people are really cruel and cruel: "But what if you start a war between Mongolia and Song Dynasty?"

"Master, please rest assured," Na Ling replied, "This time, we have already made arrangements in advance, and all clues point to the Kingdom of Jin. When the time comes, the Ruyang Palace will send someone to investigate. They will only use soldiers against Jin Guo, just to let them bite the dog.?"

Song Qingshu was full of emotion. The Southern Song Dynasty officials were not good at wars, but conspiracy and tricks were first-class masters. Jia, Dao Mingming and Wan Tusao were political enemies. I didn’t expect the two of them to go together. The only one The difference is that one tried to provoke the Mongolian-Golden War, and the other tried to provoke the Mongolian-Song War.

Their conversation was heard clearly by Zhao Min not far away, and was furious and couldn't help but scolded Xuan Ming a few words: "It's both of you two bad things, now the only hope is also No more."

The Luzhang guest glanced at Zhou Zhiruo and Lan Fenghuang who were also captured, and said with a smile: "It's dead anyway. It's better to have a few beauties on Huangquan Road than to go alone on the road." Because Zhao Min and Yuwei are still there. , Even if he was so sober now, he didn't dare to hit her idea, only Zhou Zhiruo and Lan Fenghuang were mentioned in his mouth.

Song Qingshu just heard Lu Zhangke's words, and couldn't help laughing: "Who said they would accompany you on Huangquan Road?" As he talked, he walked over, holding Zhou Zhiruo with his left hand, and Zhao Min with his right, feeling both. The surprisingly soft and greasy appearance of the human body, he deliberately showed a lustful expression: "How can I be willing to kill these two beautiful women so beautiful and charming."

Being hugged by him, Zhou Zhiruo was okay. After all, I knew his identity, but when she saw him hugging Zhao Min in front of her, she was still very angry. If she weren't worried about revealing his identity, she would have rushed forward fiercely. Take a bite of the sweetheart.

Zhao Min was frowning, and said, "Take your dirty hands away!"

"What if I don't take it away?" As if to confirm his own words, Song Qingshu said while sliding his finger across her cheek, behaving extremely frivolously.

"It's really smoother than egg white. Tender." Song Qingshu secretly admired.

Zhao Min stared at him, eyes full of killing intent. Before he could do it, Zhou Zhiruo next to him said angrily: "Don't touch her!"

Song Qingshu reflexively said: "If you don't touch her, let me touch you?" He secretly screamed as soon as he said that, he was so entertaining that he actually forgot her identity at that moment.

Zhou Zhiruo also blushed, who knows that she sat up straight, straightened her chest, and pursed her lips, humming: "If your hands really can't be free, just touch me."

Seeing that their husband and wife are playing tricks, the blue phoenix next to him wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he turned his head and held back extremely hard.

Zhao Min didn't know the reason for this. Seeing her former love rivals taking care of herself like this, she couldn't help being touched: "Zhiruo, why are you so good to me?"

Notice the weird eyes of the people around, Zhou Zhiruo also realized that the behavior just now was a bit illogical, and worried that Song Qingshu’s identity would be exposed. People don’t like to owe favors, especially your Zhao Min’s."

Who knows that Zhao Min is still smiling like a flower: "You were pretty cute when I was suddenly."

Zhou Zhiruo took a sip and turned her head away to bother her.

Song Qingshu laughed loudly: "That's right. The sisters should be united and friendly. The son of the province will worry about things in the harem in the future."

"Shut up!" The two women glared at him at the same time.

"Cough cough..." The man in black collar on the side was a little bit overwhelmed by his non-stop molesting with the two women. He couldn't help but reminded, "We should leave here as soon as possible. That's it."

"Of course, that is of course." Song Qingshu coped with it, thinking about how to get out of trouble.

"The rain almost stopped outside, let's get ready to hurry." The black collar began to arrange for his companions to **** Zhao Min and the others. When passing by Song Qingshu, he suddenly stopped and looked at him strangely, "My son, what's your face? Wear a mask."

As soon as he said these words, Zhou Zhiruo and Lan Fenghuang had a pause, and a heart raised their throat.

Song Qingshu didn't rush, pointing to Zhou Zhiruo not far away and said: "It's not that after this woman intercepted me, she was worried that I was identified by others and put a mask on my head. I don't know. No matter how she designed this mask, she can't take it off no matter what, or you can help me see it."

"Alright," he walked straight over, holding the Heavenly Reclining Sword that Zhou Zhiruo had just dropped in his hand. "It's really not good. There is also this Heavenly Reclining Sword that cuts like mud, son, don't worry. ."

The man came to Song Qing's writing and put the Yitian sword aside: "Sit down first, let me take a look at how this mask is designed."

"No problem." Song Qingshu sat down, but his eyes secretly calculated the distribution of the people in black.

"Let me take a look." The black collar leaned over to Song Qingshu's head and looked at it carefully, "Hey, this mask seems to..."

He was suspicious of Congsheng in his heart. When he was about to say something, he suddenly felt cold in his chest. He looked down in disbelief, and saw Jia Baoyu poking **** on his heart, with sharp sword energy for a moment. Destroying the vitality in his body, the scenes just showed up in his mind just now when the sparks were sparked, he finally understood what he wanted to remind his companions, but it was a pity that he was already powerless.

"What happened?" Although Song Qingshu acted as carefully as possible, the court was full of top masters. The murderous aura at that moment was still faintly caught by them, and they couldn't help but look over here.

Song Qingshu's figure suddenly moved, and the burning bonfire in the middle seemed to be blown by a strong wind. The sparks that exploded the sky filled the entire ruined temple, making the light flicker and dim.

Zhou Zhiruo and Lan Fenghuang are okay. After all, they are mentally prepared. Zhao Min and the others are shocked. They opened their eyes and tried to see what they were born with. Unfortunately, they were like being in a murderous ocean, with the murderous surroundings. It was so sticky as the substance, so that they couldn't see anything or hear any sound.

It seemed as long as a century had passed, and as if only a moment, the surrounding air finally returned to normal. Zhao Min panted heavily, feeling that her whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and she didn’t need to look at her heavy, rapid breathing. I also knew that the King Kong sect master and the second elder Xuan Ming were not much better than her.

The sparks flying in the sky gradually dissipated, and Zhao Min finally saw the scene not far away.

Except for the man in black collar kneeling on the ground with his head drooping, the other seventeen men in black were all glaring and full of anger, as if a tiger was ready to encircle a young man who was flying in the middle.

The man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, the corner of his mouth seems to have a nasty and sultry smile forever, who is not Song Qingshu! It turned out that the mask on his face couldn't withstand the murderous aura that burst out just now, and he didn't know where it was scattered.

Seeing the seventeen black-clothed men eager to rush, as if they could tear him to pieces in an instant, Zhao Min was anxious and blurted out: "Be careful, these people's martial arts are very...very..."

She was shocked and speechless, because she had noticed that Song Qingshu was holding the gleaming Heavenly Sword in her hand, and there was a drop of bright blood hanging on the tip of the sword.

As if being shaken by her sound waves, a cloud of blood sprang up from the necks of the people in black. Under the reflection of the fire, bright and strange rainbows were faintly visible.

Blood mist sprayed out, and the people in black seemed to be drained, and fell softly to the ground one by one. Zhao Min then saw the eyes of those people clearly, not the glaring eyes she thought at first. , But horrified and... can't believe it.

The two elders of King Kong and Xuanming are about to drop their chins on the ground. They have personally experienced the martial arts of this group of mysterious black-clothed masters~IndoMTL.com~Xuanming two elders can only deal with one black shirt. People, the King Kong Gate is mainly better, barely able to deal with two or three, but the opponent has a full 18, and they don't talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes, they are seriously injured and captured before half a cup of tea.

But now these eighteen terrifying masters were killed in seconds in front of them! And in the whole process, like Zhao Min, they couldn't see anything at all.

Song Qingshu untied Zhou Zhiruo and Lan Fenghuang, and came to Zhao Min. He looked at her red lips and couldn't close together, and smiled slightly: "We meet again."

Zhao Min blushed. She was born in Mongolia, and her character is bold and enthusiastic. It is difficult for her to appear as a coy little girl, but she was made a heart bang by the other party’s smile. Jump, and sighed in his heart: "This **** smiles at me like this every time, but he finally got it."

However, in front of Zhou Zhiruo, she naturally wouldn’t admit anything. She took a deep breath and calmed her agitated mood. She pretended to say, “You’ve deceived me so hard, the dignified Golden Snake King, unexpectedly I am willing to pretend to be a wimpy dude with oily noodles."

At this moment, she had already seen the clothes on Song Qingshu clearly, and before contacting them, she didn't understand what was going on.

Song Qingshu stretched out her hand and raised her chin, and looked at her charming face up close: "A woman is too smart, sometimes it's not a good thing."

Being frivolous in such a posture, Zhao Min didn’t have time to think about the meaning of his words. He bit his red lips and replied in a greasy voice: "I’m not afraid of being angry with me in front of Zhou’s sister. What."

Who knows that Zhou Zhiruo smiled more happily than her: "How can I be jealous for a woman who is about to die." 8 more wonderful novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading institute