Flower Stealing Master Chapter 5: Midnight Snitch

Song Qingshu suddenly became a little desperate. The sweeping monk is almost a god-like existence in the golden book. He said that he couldn't save it. It was really hopeless.

Seeing that he was almost collapsed, the sweeping monk silently chanted the Buddha's name, and slowly said: "Martial arts is something outside of the body, so why should the young heroes be so persistent. Today, martial arts are performed, and many evildoers are committed, although occasionally chivalrous people are saved. How can one or two lives compare to Buddhism for the purpose of saving sentient beings. Why not study Buddhism since then..."

The voice of the sweeping monk seemed to have a calming effect. Song Qingshu slowly calmed down, but when the other party persuaded him to convert to Buddhism, he was quite disapproving, and quickly refused: "Master’s kindness, the younger generation has accepted it, but the younger generation’s heart There are still too many doubts that need to be confirmed one by one. It is really impossible to escape into the empty door."

"Well, I don't want to see the young man, I don't want to force it anymore." Wuming shook his head, suddenly stretched out his fingers, and poked a few big holes on Song Qingshu's body. Song Qingshu felt only a few warm currents covering his whole body, nameless He has turned and left, and his voice can be heard from afar, "Lao Na protects the Young Xia meridian with true energy, so that it will not shrink for the time being. Today, I am afraid there are only four great doctors, and maybe there are ways to deal with the young Xia's injury..."

"The four great doctors?" Upon hearing Song Qingshu's question, Zhou Zhiruo wrinkled her delicate eyebrows and thought about it carefully. Refers to the genius doctor Xue of Songzhou City. By the way, there is also the legendary poisonous hand medicine king."

Seeing her husband’s longing eyes, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little unbearable, and comforted him: "Qing Shu, Zhang Wuji has obtained the true biography of Hu Qingniu. It can be said that Qing is out of the blue. Even he can’t help it. The other geniuses are just like Hu Qingniu. Between the first and second, I don’t even think about it..."

Song Qingshu thought she wanted to stay here and wait for Zhang Wuji, and didn't want to accompany her, feeling upset, and yelled casually: "Don't mention that person!" He regretted it as soon as he finished speaking.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect him to react so much, but she knew very well that Song Qingshu had always hated Zhang Wuji because of her. Thinking that he had always been affectionate for herself, she felt soft and persuaded her softly, "Qingshu, Wugong hasn't It’s not a big deal. Let’s go back to Emei together. Don’t ignore the grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes. What is the difference between martial arts and martial arts, do you think it’s okay?"

I've never seen Zhou Zhiruo so tender and soft-spoken. Song Qingshu looked at her bright and moving cheeks, and felt a little silly for a while.

Seeing the other party staring at him in a daze, even if the two are already husband and wife in name, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help being a little bit shy, and gave him an angry look: "I haven't seen enough for so long!" "I have seen it for a lifetime!" Not enough~" Song Qingshu replied subconsciously, suddenly wondering how much her attitude had changed, and looked at her uncertainly: "Are you really willing to follow me back to Emei?"

"You are my husband, I won't go back to Emei with you?" Zhou Zhiruo said softly, but she couldn't hide a trace of loneliness in the corner of her eyes. That night Zhang Wuji took the initiative to hug her. Although Zhou Zhiruo refused, she still had something in her heart. A hint of joy, knowing that Zhang Wuji has always had a strong affection for him. It’s a pity that after so many days, I didn’t see Zhang Wuji giving any explanation. I knew that the other party might still be thinking about the princess empress a little bit more. I was disappointed, thinking that Zhang Wuji was not as good as Song Qingshu’s one-tenth of what Song Qingshu had done to him. Time was a little discouraged, and Song Qingshu wanted to become a useless person this time, Zhou Zhiruo just wanted to return to Emei as soon as possible to spend the rest of his life with him.

Song Qingshu was overjoyed and couldn't help holding Zhou Zhiruo in his arms, thinking about his troubled times and martial arts. It would be worthwhile to have such a stunning beauty to accompany him.

Zhou Zhiruo was hugged in his arms without precaution, and her body couldn't help but became stiff, but thinking that he was her husband after all, her body slowly softened.

A fragrant body in his arms, the exquisite curve quickly made Song Qingshu feel, and he lowered his head and kissed her on the face.

Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously wanted to dodge, but suddenly remembered what he had done for himself, and felt a little dazed for a while.

Song Qingshu is not the idiot who could only argue about emotions before. Before Zhou Zhiruo hesitated, she successfully kissed her little cherry mouth.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened suddenly, and Song Qingshu took the opportunity to knock her teeth open when she was surprised.

Exhale like blue, lips and teeth fragrant, at that moment Song Qingshu felt that his whole body was almost crisp. After the initial astonishment, Zhou Zhiruo closed her eyes as if confessing her fate, but her heart became a mess.

Even if it was a brief hug with Zhang Wuji before, Zhou Zhiruo’s heart beats fast and fast, now she kisses Song Qingshu, but Zhou Zhiruo doesn’t feel any special feelings, but passively allows the other party to do something in her heart. Only the girl's instinctive shyness and endless hesitation.

Song Qingshu is not clear about the thoughts in her heart. At this moment, she feels so happy. She embraced her slender waist with one hand, and instinctively reached into her skirt with the other hand, peeking into the softness of the chest.

"Pop!" There was a cold chest, Zhou Zhiruo reacted suddenly, slapped subconsciously, and broke away from Song Qingshu's embrace as soon as she turned around, looking at him with a bit of anger on her face.

Song Qingshu secretly said that it was bad, subconsciously used those modern flirting touch methods, how can I know that the other party is still an ancient yellow flower girl, how can I stand this scale~IndoMTL.com~ But I was slapped by a woman, although not Seriously, there was still a bit of trouble on his face, and his face was a little embarrassed for a while.

Seeing the faint red mark on his face, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little apologetic in his heart after thinking that he was his husband after all, so she explained: "Now this is a quiet place in Shaolin, and it is in broad daylight. You are like this. Embarrassed."

Song Qingshu was overjoyed when she heard what she said, "Could it be that somewhere else, I can do this to you some night, and you will do it?" Of course, he didn't dare to say this sentence, so he had to say: "Now my injury is almost healed. Now, when are we going back to Emei?" He just wanted to leave here as soon as possible, as long as he stayed away from Zhang Wuji, and then he will be soft and hard, plus this upright husband and wife identity, is it not sooner or later to really get her?

"If it's too late today, let's take a rest and leave tomorrow morning." After Zhou Zhiruo finished speaking, she ran out, touching her hot face.

Song Qingshu stayed in the room thinking about the wonderful feeling just now, sitting on the bed giggling, thinking that God was really good to him, not only allowed him to be a human again, but also gave him such a beautiful fairy for nothing. In comparison, what is the point of not being able to practice martial arts in this life?

When it got dark, Zhou Zhiruo returned to the house. After all, outsiders thought they were husband and wife, and they must sleep in the same room. After helping Song Qingshu to lie down, Zhou Zhiruo lay down on another bed opposite.

Looking sideways and staring at the graceful curve of Zhou Zhiruo on the opposite side, Song Qingshu kept drooling. It was a pity that such a peerless beauty was placed in front of her, but she could only see and couldn't eat.

Slowly drowsiness surged, and just as Song Qingshu closed his eyes, a masked figure came in from the window and quickly tapped a few big acupuncture points all over his body.

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