Chapter 12 Xiaolong's Daughter Is so Big

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Song Qingshu was extremely stubborn and carried every punch and kick that was placed on his body. He held the vegetables and drank the wine as usual. Although he said that under the opponent's fists, there was hardly a single bite of the vegetables, and a glass of wine could be delivered to his mouth smoothly. inside.

"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away slapped the table, turned to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur and said, "Mother, I want to save him."

A group of ruffians were tired from fighting. The key point was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead man. After clearing the face of the woman next to him, he suddenly became ecstatic.

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

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

The local ruffian leader didn't expect him to take action, and he was smashed to the ground in a careless manner. In a rage, he greeted his brothers: "Beat me to death, don't touch that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten until his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he couldn't see the situation there.

Seeing the crowd rushing towards him, the boy didn't panic, he knocked down a ruffian in a flash, then stood in the middle and let the crowd surround him. .

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy's shot was very short, he raised his hands and kicked his feet, all within half a foot, but the tricks were incomparably dense, and his whole body never showed any flaws, so a few hooligans could not attack at all. .

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly based on guarding, which was quite the essence of Taiji Gong, and he also wondered what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his status as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing chatting.

However, he noticed that although the boy's gestures and gestures are quite popular, but after all, he is young and suffers too much in strength, and has gradually fallen into the disadvantage.

This time, it was not easy for him to leave. Several local ruffians saw that they could not hold a child for so long, and their faces were a little uneasy. One of them pulled out a knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child died because he saved himself, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman wrapped in the white fur also shot, and saw a white ribbon flying out, entangling the boy in the circle, and pulling him back out of the battle circle.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was trapped in a tight siege, he hesitated for a while, stepped on the table next to him, and flew over. Others saw a flash of white light, and the woman rushed into the battle circle. Song Qingshu only felt that her body was light, and she was sent to the boy's side by a soft energy.

Song Qingshu hurriedly looked up and saw that the white ribbon in the woman's hand was like a white dragon, circling and dancing, up and down, but he heard choking, choking, ah-yo, ah-yo, bang, bang, and blinked. In between, all the swords of a few men were taken by the lady with a ribbon, and everyone fell downstairs.

Song Qingshu was stunned to see everything in front of him. He didn't expect this delicate-looking woman to be so powerful in martial arts. She wondered in her heart, a woman in white, using white silk as a weapon, could it be a little dragon girl? Looking at the boy with a big head and a big head, Song Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart: I was still full of fantasies about the little dragon girl, but I didn't expect her son to be so old.

The woman nodded politely to Song Qingshu, then took the boy's hand and walked downstairs. Song Qingshu couldn't help swallowing her full of doubts.

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

After hesitating for a while, Song Qingshu decided to catch up. Xiao Longnv can be said to be the dream lover of all men. Now that she has a child, Song Qingshu does not want to miss the great opportunity to meet her.

"Miss Long, wait..." Song Qingshu chased after him out of breath.

Hearing that he was clearly calling out to him, the woman stopped and turned around in confusion: "Has the son recognized the wrong person? I don't believe in dragons."

"Why do you call me a girl?" The husky boy stared at him angrily.

Song Qingshu was stunned, isn't she the little dragon girl? He quickly apologized and said, "I see Madam's costume and weapons. They are very similar to someone in my impression. I hope Madam will forgive me. I will thank Madam for saving my life under Song Qingshu."

The boy interjected at this time: "It was me who saved you, you didn't thank me, but thanked my mother, I must have seen my mother's beauty and had bad thoughts in my heart. I just thought you were a tough guy. , now it seems that he is nothing more than a disciple."

His remarks made the two adults embarrassed, and the woman in white glared at her son: "Fei'er, don't talk nonsense!" After finishing speaking, she cast an apologetic look at Song Qingshu, "The child is ignorant, son, don't mind. "

Hearing the woman calling him Fei'er, Song Qingshu's mind flashed and he blurted out, "Could it be that you are Madam Hu?"

The woman glanced at him vigilantly: "I don't seem to have seen Young Master before."

Song Qingshu was very excited, squatted down and grabbed the boy's shoulders and asked, "Are you Hu Fei, the flying fox of the snow mountain?"

The boy looked at him in surprise: "I'm Hu Fei, but I'm not some snow-capped flying fox. Hey, this name is quite majestic. I'll use it as a nickname in the future!"

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

"I have respected chivalrous righteous people since I was a child, and under my deliberate attention, I have a better understanding of some things in the arena," Song Qingshu frowned, looking at the crystal-like lovely person in front of him, hesitantly asked: "But I heard about it. , when Hu Daxia died unfortunately, and Mrs. Hu also died for love..."

Mrs. Hu smiled slightly, and looked at Hu Fei dotingly: "I was indeed going to follow Brother Hu, but when I drew the knife, Fei'er suddenly burst into tears. I suddenly thought that although Daxia Miao is a decent gentleman, he can't be guaranteed. There was a villain in trouble, so I decided to raise Brother Hu's only blood and blood first."

Song Qingshu didn't expect that the plot had changed. It seemed that the butterfly effect that he had traveled through had begun to show. While worrying about gains and losses, Hu Fei excitedly pulled his sleeves and looked at him expectantly: "You know my father? "

Song Qingshu came back to his senses, and when he heard his question, he looked at the sky with fascination: "Liaodong Hu Yidao, when he meets someone who does evil, he is Yidao. He is a great hero and hero that Song has always admired.

Seeing him admiring her husband, Mrs. Hu's face could not help softening a little, as if recalling the days when she fought chivalrous with her husband back then, a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

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