Flower Stealing Master Chapter 11: The hard way to escape

Song Qingshu got dressed, and just got out of bed, he felt that his steps were vain, and he thought that it was really terrible.

Looking back at Zhou Zhiruo lying there weakly, Song Qingshu squatted down and brushed her finger across her cheek, "Miss, I love you so much, so why would I be willing to kill you? Don't worry, your inner strength is almost the same after dawn. I can recover."

No matter how big the anger is, it has been tossed six times, and it is almost destroyed. Zhou Zhiruo gave him a complicated expression and said coldly: "You will regret it."

"Even if I died in your hands in the end, I will never regret it." Song Qingshu kissed her fragrant lips, picked up the luggage and walked out. When he went out, he seemed to remember something, and said back: "Don't blame me for reminding You, except you and me, no one knows what happened tonight. You wouldn't be so stupid to tell the truth to Zhang Wuji, would you?" After speaking, he smiled and went away.

Time slowly passed, and the sky began to turn white. Zhou Zhiruo opened her eyes and sat up from the bed. The numbness and pain from below made her almost lie down again, watching the white body everywhere. It was the traces after Huanhao. Zhou Zhiruo grabbed it and shattered the bed board. He gritted his teeth and said: "Song Qingshu, I will make you hard to die."

"Yawn!" Song Qingshu, who was dozens of miles away, sneezed, looked up at the sky, and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that woman is already awake. Is my behavior a little bit horrible?"

Song Qingshu learned that she was still behind the virgin, and the reason why she continued to humiliate her like that later was actually to arouse Zhou Zhiruo's hatred towards herself, lest she commit suicide in sadness and despair.

Although she knows that Zhou Zhiruo caught herself, she must be a dead end. If she really had anything to do with Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu might really get rid of her cruelly in order to end her troubles, and now she knows she is the first one. Man, where is it?

Furthermore, even if he is a cruel person, he is not a stupid person. He clearly considered that killing Zhou Zhiruo would do more harm than good before letting her go.

If Zhou Zhiruo will quietly chase herself down today, she still dare not say anything; on the contrary, if Zhou Zhiruo is killed and she is missing again, then she will become the biggest suspect, and everyone in the world will think she is herself Killing his own wife, let alone Zhang Wuji and the endless pursuit of Emei faction, the whole world will spurn him, and his reputation will be completely stinky by then.

Don’t underestimate the word fame. In the ancient world, there was a bad reputation on the back. I’m afraid I can’t stand up for a lifetime. Don’t you see Pingxi King Wu Sangui no matter what he does, a lot of people jump out and pull him on his hind legs. , This is the inevitable result of notoriety. Song Qingshu still wants to make a big difference in today's troubled times, how could he be so unwise to bear the notoriety of killing his wife?

Song Qingshu estimated that Zhou Zhiruo was already on the way to kill him. He mentioned the four great genius doctors in the world before, and Zhou Zhiruo should have guessed that he was going to find them to treat meridians.

Hu Qingniu is dead, the remaining three great doctors, Kaifeng’s Ping Yizhi is the closest here, followed by Songzhou city’s Xue, the most secretive, ordinary people don’t know where to find him, but this It's hard to beat Song Qingshu. As a modern person, he is familiar with the plot of Jin Yong's novels. He knows that Yaowangzhuang is located in the Baima Temple and Wuchang-Yueyang areas in the Dongting Lake basin.

Zhou Zhiruo must go to Kaifeng and Songzhou first without accident, and finally find the illusory Yaowangzhuang. She should be safe in a short time. Song Qingshu was determined in her heart and strode towards Dongting Lake.

After half a month of rushing, Song Qingshu finally came to the vicinity of the Dongting Lake basin, and inquired about the location of the White Horse Temple in many cities. People who were asked said that they had never heard of this place.

Hungry and thirsty all the way, Song Qingshu found a restaurant in the town, ordered wine and food, and drank the wine while thinking about his future.

It’s no wonder that he is depressed, not to mention whether the Poisonous Medicine King can heal his meridians, and now he can’t even find the White Horse Temple, plus the ghost knows where the plot of "Snow Mountain Flying Fox" has developed. If the Poisonous Hand Potion Master Wang Wu'an had died, he would really want to cry without tears.

There is no ecstasy like the general traversing the crowd. Song Qingshu has traveled into this chaotic world, only fortunate that he has taken his life back, but he has no feelings for this world, the sky is big, he is like a passerby, unaccompanied-- He has never regarded Song Yuanqiao as his father when he crossed over. What's more, the Wudang Sect had already severed ties with Song Qingshu because of Mo Shenggu's affairs, and his meridians were also bestowed by the Wudang Sect. Speaking of it, the closest person is the nominal wife Zhou Zhiruo, but she is now chasing herself all over the world.

With a wry smile, Song Qingshu suddenly felt that life was full of gloom and lifelessness.

"Get up, give your seat to my uncle." With a bang, one foot stepped on the bench next to Song Qingshu, and a knife also slammed on the table like a demonstration.

In the world of martial arts, restaurants are really troublesome. Song Qingshu thought depressed, but he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to him. After looking at the other empty tables, Song Qingshu stared strangely at the three big and five thick men around him: "Isn't there any time next to him? Location?"

"I just want to sit in your position." It is obvious that the boss said, "You have a good view here. If you are acquainted, let Laozi get out of the way and save you from being beaten."

The other guys laughed at each other and said: "Our boss hates this kind of oily noodles, he is unlucky today."

"This kid, the face of the rabbit, must be rolling with an egg."

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Song Qingshu laughed~IndoMTL.com~ I was in a state of despair, and I was bullied by a figure like Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo, and others. Now even some rascals come to pee on their heads.

According to previous life experience, he has at least four or five ways to avoid conflict in this situation, and he won't be too frustrated. However, since he passed through, he has always had a stale air in his heart, and after discovering that this is the world constituted by Jin Yong’s novels, he has a vague sense of unreality. In his opinion, the characters in this world are just low-level creatures. That's it.

As soon as I regained consciousness, I found that the meridians were all broken, and then the nominal wife was in love with other men, and when she touched her body, she would chase herself all over the world. Now if she is like this kind of passerby NPC again Bow your head and bow, then you can really be regarded as the shame of the traverser.

Song Qingshuyun smiled lightly, ignored the ruffian around him, and took a sip of the wine slowly.

"Oh!" The ruffian leader smiled, and slapped his wine glass to the ground with a slap. Song Qingshu didn't get angry, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a shrimp, and slowly delivered it to his mouth.

"Fuck!" The ruffian around him realized that he was ignored, his face twitched, and he picked up the thick-armed whistle of the boy next to him and hit him on the back.

"Puff!" Song Qingshu was stunned, and the sip of wine he had just drunk was also sprayed out with a trace of blood. He made this decision just now and was ready to be beaten. Some things may seem ridiculous to others, but he has to persist.

Of course he is not a fool, if he is still north of the Yangtze River, he would not dare to be so rash. It is expected that today I am in the prosperous area of ​​the Song Dynasty. Unlike the war-torn north, where the deterrent power of the government still exists. These scorpions will at most beat themselves up, but they don’t have the courage to put them under the guise of the public. Kill yourself.