One Hundred and Seventieth Eight Chapters Red Face Sword

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With the icy water around and the fiery body in his arms, Song Qingshu felt that his whole body was as hard as iron.

"Are we going too fast? We didn't know each other before today..." After a long, suffocating kiss, Song Qingshu only felt that everything was so unreal. stunned.

"What a duplicitous man..." He Tieshou blushed so much that blood dripped from his face, wrapped his hands around Song Qingshu's neck, sighed like blue in his ear, and giggled.

"Your hand?" Song Qingshu asked suspiciously when he saw the two jade-white arms.

"Before the patriarchs of the He family took over the family, they would cut off their left arms and put them on iron centipede hooks to practice the unique skills of the He family. When I was a child, people were afraid of pain, and my mother loved me, so she announced that I had broken my arm and put one on the outside. The specially made iron centipede hook is used to hide people's eyes and ears," He Tieshou said while unbuttoning Song Qingshu's clothes, biting his lips coquettishly.

Song Qingshu felt a warm and greasy palm stretched into the front of his clothes. The desire he had been suppressing was like a flood, and he couldn't stop it. He stretched out his hand and hugged the delicate body in front of him tightly, as if he was about to rub it in. Your body is normal.

"That's what a man should do," He Tieshou, who was already half awake at this time, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips with a tender smile, "Love me..."

Fingers brushed the smooth skin on the opponent's back, feeling the exaggerated waist and hip curves, Song Qingshu was completely sunk.

After a coquettish cry, Song Qingshu finally fully tasted the softness and moistness of He Tie's delicate body...

I don't know how long it took, He Tie's hand was hanging on Song Qingshu's chest, his eyes were blurred, he was infinitely shy, his forehead and the tip of his nose were dripping with fine sweat, "My poison has not been completely solved..."

"How many times? How many times..." Song Qingshu was a little absent-minded. Because of his internal injuries, he lost all his skills. Now his body is weak, and he has gradually felt powerless.

"My concubine will not embarrass the son." He Tieshou showed a coquettish smile, took a breath, and slowly sank into the water.

Song Qingshu felt his body tighten, his eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly closed his eyes relaxedly, putting on a comfortable expression on his face.

After a long time, He Tieshou surfaced on the water, wiped the water stains on the corners of his mouth, and said with a half-smile, "The concubine said that the young master will definitely do it..."

"Twenty-eight girls have a crisp body

The sword kills the fool. Although the head is not seen, it secretly causes the bone marrow to dry up. "Song Qingshu murmured, his expression became stern, "The bone marrow is withered, the bone marrow is withered, and I have to fight. "After he finished speaking, he pressed it up, the water splashes rippling layer by layer, and the sound of fairy music resounded in the pool. Yue'er seemed to be shy and hid in the clouds.

Seeing He Tieshou, who had put on his clothes, turned around and left, Song Qingshu said gloomily, "You just left?"

"Why, do you still need me to be responsible for you?" He Tieshou turned his head and said coldly, the previous gentle style has long since vanished.

Song Qingshu took a breath, a little unaccustomed to such a big gap, and smiled embarrassingly: "Although every man has a headache, I still want to remind you that we have done it so many times just now, what if you are pregnant? manage?"

He Tieshou paused, and when Song Qingshu thought there was a show, she turned around and smiled sweetly: "Don't worry, I will use internal force to force out what you left in my body."

He Tieshou was nowhere to be seen, Song Qingshu muttered: "It's really eye-opening, people in the martial arts actually have such a natural and pollution-free contraceptive recipe, Okamoto 003 or something is simply weak compared to it... ...but the rest are good to say, but those who eat it in the stomach ... and then spit it out of the mouth, is it really a good man?"

Coming all the way back from the Sacred Beast Pond, Song Qingshu always felt unhappy. Although theoretically he took advantage of it, why did He Tieshou's attitude give him the illusion that he was a human-shaped cucumber that he threw away after using it.

"Brother Song, are you back?" When she heard the door open, Zhong Ling on the bed managed to open her eyes and said sleepily, "Hey, why are you soaked all over?" When she saw that Song Qingshu was covered in water, Immediately he sat up.

"Well, I didn't notice my feet just now and fell into the pool." Song Qingshu sneered, "You don't have to worry, I have already sent someone a set of clean clothes over."

"My mother said that if you don't change your wet clothes right away, it's easy to catch a cold. Brother Song, please take off your clothes. I promise not to look at it." Zhong Ling seemed a little anxious.

"I'm a big man, even if I'm seen by a little girl like you." Song Qingshu laughed, "Okay, go back to sleep by yourself, I'll handle it myself."

"When the Five Poison Cultists come to deliver clothes to Big Brother Song later, can Big Brother Song lie on the bed with me for a while?" Zhong Ling's expression was twisted, obviously rather embarrassed.

Song Qingshu's mind changed, and she quickly understood what she was thinking. She must be worried that the Five Poison Cultists would see the two sleeping in separate beds, and finally reported to Lan Fenghuang.

"Is the blue phoenix so scary? You are too timid." Song Qingshu was rather speechless.

"That woman is fierce," Zhong Ling wrinkled Qiong's nose and snorted, "Since you want to lie to her, you must prepare everything."

"I'm already very sleepy, but if I don't have the time to change it, I'll go to bed first, and when someone knocks on the door, you can help me get my clothes in." Song Qingshu yawned, only I feel back pain, hate it

Gotta fall down and get up right away.

"Then go to bed!" Zhong Ling said hurriedly.

"That's what you said!" Song Qingshu felt that he was worthy of her for leaving her alone, and he was too lazy to be polite to her. He walked to the bed and took off his wet clothes and trousers, and found them casually. After wiping the veil, he slipped into the bed and fell asleep, "It smells so good..." This was Song Qingshu's last consciousness before falling asleep.

Zhong Ling's face flushed with shame, and she put down her hands covering her eyes. Just now, she was curious and glanced secretly between her fingers, but when she saw something she shouldn't have seen, her heart skipped a beat. The sound of deep sleep was heard, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bang bang bang~" Hearing the knock on the door, Zhong Ling hurriedly ran over to open the door, and deliberately stepped aside to reveal Song Qingshu, who was sleeping on the bed, to the five-poison maid at the door. Zhong Ling turned his head at will, pretending to look at it. The appearance of the roof, I guessed that the other party could see it almost, and then reached out to take the clothes she brought.

After closing the door, Zhong Ling's pretty face blushed, and he spit secretly: That woman must have thought of something good when she showed such an evil smile just now, but that's fine, it's easier to deceive Blue Phoenix.

Putting the clothes on the table, Zhong Ling remade the bed that had been made just now, lay on it and slept for a while, only to feel panicked, turned his head to look at the bed, saw that Song Qingshu was sleeping soundly, hesitated for a moment, then got up He tiptoed over, dragged his shoes and socks, and lay down on the bed.

It's a pity that the pillow was taken up by Brother Song alone. Zhong Ling glanced at him angrily, then took the other party's hand and put it under the back of her head. She felt a lot more comfortable, and she played the abacus very well: Brother Song He slept so deeply, he must be up late tomorrow, be careful, get up before he wakes up, forgive him for not knowing what happened, hum...

It's a pity that things backfired. After a day of worry and fear, Zhong Ling finally relaxed and slept very deeply. Although Song Qingshu worked hard all night, he was young and quickly regained his vitality. In the morning, he only felt numb in his arms. He opened his eyes suspiciously and noticed that Zhong Ling was hugging him like an octopus, with his head resting on his head. On his arm, there was a small pool of saliva.

When Zhong Ling woke up, she found Song Qingshu sitting at the table eating breakfast, her face flushed with shame, she pulled the quilt and covered her head with a net, "Shame on you, Zhong Ling, you damn girl, it's a shame. now..."

"Sister Ling'er, do you want to eat Dali's special bacon bait?" Song Qingshu smiled.

"Hmph, people often eat this at home, what's so strange." Zhong Ling knew that hiding was not the way to go, so he jumped off the bed.

"Oh, I forgot that you're from Dali." Song Qingshu was stunned and reacted.

"Young Master Song, did you rest well last night?" A smile came from outside the door. Seeing Zhong Ling's face change, Song Qingshu looked up and saw that it was Blue Phoenix.

"The rest couldn't be better, but I'm a little tired." Song Qingshu's mind came to the scene of last night's battle in the pool, and he was really tired.

"I heard what my subordinate said, and I heard that the young master is so tired that his whole body is soaked with sweat." Lan Fenghuang showed a strange smile, and without waiting for Song Qingshu to answer, he came to Zhong Ling and stretched out his hand with a smile: "Bring it."

Zhong Ling pouted, and reluctantly took out the white towel stained with Song Qingshu's blood from his arms and handed it over.

Seeing the bright blood stains on the white towel, Lan Fenghuang leaned over Song Qingshu's ear and said, "Young Master Song really doesn't understand Lianxiangxiyu, how can you handle such a young girl?"

Song Qingshu almost spit out a mouthful of soup. This Nima yesterday forced Zhong Ling to be a prostitute and forced Zhong Ling to accompany him.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. The East Sect Master invited Young Master Song to gather at her residence." Noticing the expression on Song Qingshu's face, Lan Fenghuang smiled.

"Then what should she do?" Song Qingshu was worried that as soon as he left, Zhong Ling would be taken to an unknown place by Lan Fenghuang.

"Yo, it's indeed a one-day husband and a hundred days of grace, little girl, you are really good, and you made Song Gongzi love you in one night." Lan Fenghuang glanced at Zhong Ling in surprise, and smiled tenderly, "Since the son likes her, then she will naturally stay here to serve the son."

"This woman is full of nonsense and hates it very much." Zhong Ling was secretly sulking, but he didn't dare to show it.

Song Qingshu finally calmed down and followed Lan Fenghuang to Dongfang Muxue's residence. As soon as they met, before he spoke, Dongfang Muxue glanced at his face, and suddenly said angrily, "Weak spirit, weak limbs, Lan Fenghuang, isn't it? Good job you did!"

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