Flower Stealing Master Chapter 12: Little dragon’s daughter is so old

Song Qingshu carried every punch and kick he imposed on his body very hard, holding the vegetables calmly as usual, drinking wine, although under the opponent's fist, there was almost no bite of the food, and a glass of wine would go smoothly. Deliver it to your mouth.

"Good guy!" A boy about seven or eight years old at a table not far away shot up, turned his head and said to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow white fur, "Mother, I want to save him. ."

A group of land ruffians were also tired from fighting. The key is that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were not enthusiastic about fighting. At this time, they heard someone coming up and stopped, and found that it was a seven or eight-year-old doll, and suddenly burst into laughter. After seeing the face of the woman next to him clearly, she suddenly became enthused.

The land ruffian leader opened his mouth and molested: "Oh, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not care about your baby."

"Asshole, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.

The leader of the land ruffian did not expect that he would take action. He was smashed to the point of carelessness, and he greeted his brothers in furiously: "Take me to death, don't touch that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face. He couldn't really see the situation there, but felt that a few hunky men rushed towards a child.

Seeing the people who rushed forward, the boy didn’t rush, and he put down a ruffian when he stepped forward, and then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him and fought against him several times, but everyone didn’t even take it. To the slightest cheap.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu took a closer look and saw that the boy had an unusually short shot, raised his hand and kicked his foot, and he couldn't get out of half a foot, but his tricks were so dense that he did not show any flaws in his body, so the few hooligans completely Can't get in.

Song Qingshu discovered that his palm technique is mainly defensive, and he has the essence of Tai Chi Gong, and he still wonders how he is related to Wudang. Taking into account his identity as an abandoned Wudang apprentice, he had planned to leave first, so as not to have an embarrassing conversation.

However, he noticed that although the boy was quite decent in his gestures, but after all, he was young and too weak in strength, and he has gradually fallen into a disadvantage.

In this case, he didn't have a good time to leave. The few scumbags saw that they couldn't take a child for so long, and their faces were a little awkward. One of them drew a knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If the kid died because of saving himself, he might be guilty for a lifetime.

The woman wrapped in white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon fly out, entangled the boy in the circle, and pulled him back out of the circle.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was trapped, he hesitated, stepped on the table next to him lightly, and flew over. Others saw a flash of white light, and the woman rushed into the circle. Song Qingshu felt that she was light, and she was sent to the boy's side by a wave of tenderness.

Song Qingshu hurriedly looked up, and saw that the white silk ribbon in the woman's hand was like a white dragon, circling and flying up and down, but it was choking, choking, oh, oh, bang, and bang. In the blink of an eye, all the weapons of several men were captured by the lady with a ribbon, and all of them fell downstairs.

Song Qingshu was stunned and stared at everything in front of her. She didn't expect this delicate-looking woman to martial arts so powerful, thinking in her heart, the woman in white, who uses white silk as a weapon, is it the little dragon girl? Looking at the boy with a tiger head and a tiger brain, Song Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable: Originally, she was full of illusions about the little dragon girl, but she didn't expect her son to be so old.

The woman nodded politely to Song Qingshu, and then took the boy's hand and walked downstairs. Song Qingshu couldn't help but swallow it all in her stomach with doubts.

The boy turned his head and made a grimace at him, shrugged his shoulders with a helpless expression, amused Song Qingshu.

After hesitating, Song Qingshu decided to catch up. Xiaolongnv can be said to be the dream lover of all men. What if she has a baby now, Song Qingshu does not want to miss the great opportunity to meet her.

"Dragon girl, wait..." Song Qingshu chased up panting all the way.

When he heard him clearly calling herself, the woman stopped and turned her wondering back: "Did the son admit the wrong person? I don't believe in dragons."

"Why do you call my mother girl?" The hunky boy stared at him angrily.

Song Qingshu was taken aback, isn't it the little dragon girl? I quickly apologized: "I saw the lady's outfit and weapons below, which are very similar to someone in the impression. I hope that the lady will forgive me. In the next Song Qingshu, I thanked the lady for her life-saving grace."

The boy interrupted at this time: "Obviously I saved you. You don't thank me, but thank my mother. You must see my mother's beauty and have bad thoughts in his heart. I thought you were a clank. A good man, he seems to be just a disciple now."

His words made the two adults very embarrassed. The woman in white glared at her son: "Feier, don't talk nonsense!" After speaking, he cast an apologetic look at Song Qingshu, "The kid is not sensible~ IndoMTL .com~Don’t mind the son."

Listening to the woman calling him Fei'er, Song Qingshu's mind flashed, and he blurted out: "Could it be that you are Mrs. Hu?"

The woman glanced at him warily: "I don't seem to have seen the son before."

Song Qingshu was very excited. He squatted down and grabbed the boy's shoulders and asked: "Are you the Snow Mountain Flying Fox Hu Fei?"

The boy looked at him in astonishment: "I'm Hu Fei, not a snow mountain flying fox, hey, this name is pretty powerful, I will use it as a nickname in the future!"

Madam Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei over, and asked in a deep voice: "I wonder why the son recognizes our mother and son?"

"Since I was a child, I respected the chivalrous and righteous men, and under deliberate attention, I have a better understanding of some things in the rivers and lakes," Song Qingshu casually prevaricates over, frowning suddenly, looking at the crystal-like Keren in front of him, hesitatingly asked:" However, I heard that Daxia Hu died unfortunately that year, and Madam Hu also died in love..."

Ms. Hu smiled slightly and glanced at Hu Fei dozingly: "Back then, I was indeed going to follow Big Brother Hu, but when I drew my sword, Fei'er burst into tears. I suddenly thought that Daxia Miao was a gentleman. , But it is difficult to keep the villain from making trouble, so I decided to raise the only bones and blood of Brother Hu first."

Song Qingshu did not expect that the plot has changed. It seems that the butterfly effect that he has traveled through is beginning to appear. When he is suffering from gains and losses, Hu Fei excitedly pulls his sleeves and looks at him expectantly: "You know My father?"

Song Qingshu came back to his senses. Hearing his question, he looked at the sky and looked fascinated: "Liaodong has a stab, and it is a stab to meet the evildoer. It is a great hero and hero that Song has always admired. It is a pity One side."

Seeing that he admires her husband, Madam Hu's expression can't help but relax a little, as if recalling the days when she was a knight with her husband, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.