Chapter 1989 Red Snow Princess

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Song Qingshu was in a mess: "Can you still get revenge like this?"

Yang Miaozhen glanced at him with some contempt: "Stop talking nonsense, come or not, a word?"

After swallowing all the dates that night, the rest of the time was spent on the road and dealing with Xia Quan's affairs. My heart was beating wildly, and I swallowed hard: "Come on!"

Yang Miaozhen raised her eyebrows smugly, obviously satisfied with his response, she didn't say anything anymore, turned around and walked away, her footsteps seemed to be much lighter.

Song Qingshu regretted her words as soon as she said it. She always felt that it was a bit unkind to do so. She was really sorry for Zhiruo, so she went around looking for her to make up for her debts.

Song Qingshu knew her temperament. She was typically soft on the outside and firm on the inside. This time, if she wanted to defeat her opponent with her own strength, she wouldn't bother her anymore.

I met with some of Yangzhou's subordinates. He has been a hands-off shopkeeper for too long, and he still has to show his face after all. Those people obviously still have a deep impression of him on the battlefield, even if he was promoted later. He was so overwhelmed by his reputation that he was very excited to see him one by one.

Song Qingshu secretly lamented that although Sang Feihong's Wuhumen was considered by the world to be inferior, it played a really big role. Their deeds were publicized by them all over the world, making him not like a person, but like a banished from heaven. Immortal.

Of course, he didn't explain much. As a leader, having a proper mythical halo on his body definitely has more advantages than disadvantages. For example, Emperor Gaozu of Han wanted to cut off a white snake, and other emperors always dreamed of the sun in their mother's arms. These things happened to me. The effect is naturally better.

After seeing the people from Yangzhou, I arranged for Zhang Lin, Liu Qingfu, and Huo Yi, Peng Yibin and other generals under Xia Quan's command to descend, and finally called the people in the red jacket army to entertain everyone.

Neither Zhou Zhiruo nor the woman in the yellow shirt attended the banquet, apparently they were making final preparations for tonight's battle.

The banquet was mostly filled with men. Everyone liked the days of drinking and eating meat in large bowls. At first, everyone was not familiar with each other and was a little restrained, but after a few rounds of wine, the atmosphere suddenly became warm.

Song Qingshu was the target of everyone taking turns to toast. He had just regained this group of people, and he was worried that refusing would hurt the other party's heart, so he basically refused to come.

However, no matter how good he was, he couldn't stand the other party's turn to toast. In the end, he felt that the wine was churning, and he could only use his internal strength to quietly force the drink out.

How can these people in the green forest know that there is such a miraculous inner strength in the world, seeing him not drunk after a thousand cups, one by one is full of admiration.

Still, Yang Miaozhen felt a little distressed about him. Later, he was worried that there was something wrong with his body, so he hurried to help him stop drinking. Seeing this, all the men immediately started booing:

"Fourth Lady, I've never seen you stop drinking for anyone before, but this time I feel sorry for the Golden Snake King, isn't it spring-hearted?"

"The King of the Golden Snake is handsome and unrestrained in martial arts. Which girl doesn't like it when she sees it?"

"Si Niangzi, you are known as the invincible pear spear in the world. I'm afraid it won't work if you meet the Golden Snake King."

"No matter how powerful the pear spear is, it's still just a woman. If you encounter the Golden Snake King's Overlord Spear, how can you still have the strength to resist?"

"Hahaha~"

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This group of men wandered in the green forest, and they were always open-minded, let alone drinking so much wine now? It's getting more and more explicit.

"Shut up!" Yang Miaozhen glared at the man fiercely, but she was as beautiful as a peach and plum, and now her cheeks are more and more beautiful under the bonfire. Many of the men were fascinated.

However, these people have self-knowledge, and only dare to imagine in their hearts, no one has the courage to really provoke her.

Yang Miaozhen suddenly turned around and bowed to Song Qingshu: "Although the last time the Golden Snake Conference was defeated by the son, the son was a bit tricky at that time, and the little girl was a little unconvinced. "

She was wearing a red dress, and she was tall and slender, so she stood in the field like a burning rose.

A group of men in the arena suddenly boiled, roaring and whistling, and the atmosphere in the field was extremely warm for a while.

It is strange to say that although Yang Miaozhen is beautiful, she never wears makeup and dresses up on weekdays, and even her hair is simply combed to the back of her head and tied into a braid. She has a sturdy personality. The kind of enchanting style that men like.

But she couldn't stand her fair skin, which was fairer than the average woman. Although her clothes were conservative, her slender and delicate neck and the fair skin between the collars could not be covered. The more conservative she dressed, This touch of white is more alluring, as if it has endless magic power, attracting men's eyes and wanting to go deeper.

Coupled with her strength, her arrogance, all of these are combined together, so that her whole person's heroic temperament reveals a different kind of flattery, and when a man sees him, he can't stop rising. Want to conquer her, the urge to crush her under the body.

Many people in the Red Jacket Army were born bandits, and it was not that no one hit her idea, but after her invincible pear flower spear smashed the roots of their descendants, no one dared to act rashly.

But although I didn't dare to act, I couldn't hold back the thought in my mind. What Zhang Lin said before was right. Not a single man in the entire Red Jacket Army didn't want to.

Ride this beautiful rouge horse.

It's a pity that her martial arts are too high, as high as the entire Red Jacket Army, and no one is her opponent. Now that she can finally see that she may lose to a man, everyone is naturally excited.

Looking at Yang Miaozhen in the field, Song Qingshu was a little puzzled, thinking that the two had just fought a few days ago, why should they fight again in front of everyone's eyes? At that time, if he beat her again, wouldn't it be difficult for her to step down?

But seeing the hope in her eyes, Song Qingshu suddenly understood that the relationship between the two stemmed from Li Quan's pot of tea, and it was really inconvenient to put it into words. generally.

Although Yang Miaozhen doesn't care about this very much, no woman wants to be sneaky all the time, so she needs a justifiable excuse to let everyone gradually know the progress of the relationship between the two parties, instead of being sneaky as before. nice.

What else is better than a battle between the two sides in a large audience, you come to me and the relationship gradually grows and changes its name justifiably?

Wanting to understand all this, Song Qingshu got up and walked over: "I have heard for a long time that the pear flower gun is invincible in the world, and today I finally have the honor to see the style of the fourth lady."

Seeing him end, Yang Miaozhen's lips rose slightly, and she whispered, "I won't keep my hand, and you shouldn't either." She knew the martial arts of both parties, and even if she did her best, it would be difficult to hurt the other party.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly: "Don't cry if you get beaten later."

Yang Miaozhen snorted lightly, and the cold light flashed in his hand, and the pear flower spear suddenly went out to sea like a dragon, and instantly enveloped the key points of the opponent's body. Flickering.

There are also good players in the field, and they can't help but change their colors. Most of the guns can't be avoided if they are replaced by themselves. The people in the Red Jacket Army already knew that Yang Miaozhen's ability was naturally not mentioned. In fact, there were still people in the Yangzhou Army who resented her, a woman who boasted that a pear flower gun was an invincible hand in the world, but now that I saw it, I finally understood that the rumors were true. .

Everyone's eyes widened, wanting to see how Song Qingshu would respond, only to see his sleeves shaking slightly, as if there were universes in his sleeves, instantly turning the shadows of the guns in the sky into nothingness.

Yang Miaozhen only felt a huge force coming from her hand, which almost caused her to let go of the spear in her hand. She was slightly startled, and hurriedly pointed her toes. Her body was like an arrow from the string. Force to break through the shackles of the opponent's sleeves.

Song Qingshu knew that the other party was a top-ranking expert in the world. With such a full-strength display, she would probably be smashed with only her sleeves. It would be indecent to show her arms at that time. As if coming out of nothingness, he placed it on her shoulder.

Yang Miaozhen was shocked, the spear in his hand shook, and pear blossoms appeared on his shoulders. With Song Qingshu's ability, he did not dare to touch these pear blossoms head-on, so he could only dodge to the side.

Feeling that the opponent's hand had left his shoulder, Yang Miaozhen breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time also understood that the opponent had just left his hand. If that move contained internal strength, she would have been seriously injured already.

"Is there such a big gap between me and him?" At the Golden Snake Conference, although she lost to the opponent, she didn't think the opponent's martial arts was much better than hers. Now that she has been practicing hard for so long, she thought that there would be a battle no matter what. strength, but reality hit her hard.

However, this inspired her not to admit defeat. She bit her red lips lightly, and she used a pear flower gun to make no leaks. The whole person moved forward and retreated. The red shirt and purple skirt seemed to turn into a cloud of red, and it was difficult for everyone to see her clearly. body shape.

Song Qingshu's movements were much more freehand, as if he was walking in the forest, everyone could see his every move clearly, and many people were sweating for him, but for some unknown reason, the other party's storm-like attack, None of the pear flowers in the sky touched his clothes.

"It should be almost the same." Song Qingshu thought together, and suddenly his left palm turned into a grasp, and hooked it out, grabbing the opponent's wrist, Yang Miaozhen was shocked and immediately retreated.

Song Qingshu took advantage of the situation and sent it lightly, how powerful his internal strength is, but this time he used gentle force and did not mean to hurt anyone. For this reason, Yang Miaozhen was also unstable. Seeing that he was about to fall on his back, Song Qingshu copied his right arm. , took her in his arms.

The spectators cheered and whistled again, and there was a commotion.

Yang Miaozhen was originally a generous temperament, but when he was hugged like this in front of so many people, her face couldn't help turning red: "Let me go."

Song Qingshu looked down at the beautiful woman in her arms, and saw that her temples were slightly sweaty, her breasts kept rising and falling, her bright eyes and white teeth were a little weaker and more charming than usual, and she couldn't help laughing: "Good call, brother, I'll let it go. about you."

"Good brother, good brother~"

When the others heard it, they couldn't help booing one after another, "good brother" and "good brother" kept shouting, as if they were afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

If Yang Miaozhen had called in private, how could she have called out in front of so many people in this situation? He was so anxious that he kicked his waist, trying to get him to let go.

Song Qingshu raised his hand to block, hooked his wrist, and grabbed the right foot she kicked over. It's easy to say, but Yang Miaozhen can use both hands and feet. Live her this blow?

"Hey, if you kick my waist, what will happen to your happiness in the rest of your life?" Song Qingshu whispered close to her ear.

Sensing that her waist was accumulating power again, she had fought with her before, and knowing that her other foot was about to make a move, Song Qingshu held her ankle in advance and pressed it to the sky.

Yang Miaozhen exclaimed, two

The long legs have been crushed into a one-word horse, where can there be another move? If it were another woman, I'm afraid this time would have been strained, and Song Qingshu had personally experienced her flexibility, so that she could be just right to overwhelm her, and at the same time make her unable to fight back.

Song Qingshu put her ankle on his shoulder by drinking alcohol, leaned closer to her and said, "Why don't you call me good brother?"

Seeing the ambiguous posture of the two people, the people around them swallowed their saliva. Why didn't they want to press the fourth lady like this, but unfortunately they also knew that they didn't have that ability, so they could only cheer for Song Qingshu.

"No one has the flexibility of Fourth Niangzi, yet she can actually make this pose."

"It seems that our fourth lady is really about to fall."

"Hey, the Golden Snake King is suave and suave, and his method of flirting with girls is even more admirable."

"Hey, I just hope that the Golden Snake King will be gentle with my goddess at night."

"Cut, think about the possibility? In other words, I'm afraid you can't wait to put all the eggs in it."

"Fuck you, keep your voice down, their martial arts are so high, what if you hear that and you want to die?"

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The words of these people faintly entered Yang Miaozhen's ears. She knew that she would keep this shameful posture again. She didn't know what filthy thoughts would be in these people's minds, so she whispered, "Good brother, let me go."

Song Qingshu's bones were almost brittle when he heard her sullen and angry words. He also knew that there was something wrong with this, so he let go of the situation and took a step back: "Four lady, let it go."

Yang Miaozhen's cheeks were flushed, but she quickly cupped her hands cheerfully: "I am not your opponent, this time I am convinced." At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that he must ask him why his martial arts advanced so fast.

Song Qingshu smiled and said, "If you lose, you should have a lot of luck. Why don't you block the bar for me next."

Yang Miaozhen knew that he was looking for a reason to increase the ambiguous relationship between the two, and secretly sighed that he really understood what he was thinking, and nodded: "Okay!"

Hearing that the fourth lady came to stop the wine, whether it was from the Red Jacket Army or the Yangzhou Army, they became more and more coaxed. Whether they were not drunk or already drunk, they all came to join in the fun and toast Song Qingshu. But he wanted to get drunk on the old fourth lady.

Yang Miaozhen has been in the group of men for so many years, but she can stand alone. In addition to being strong in martial arts, she has never been drunk, but no matter how much she is, she is toasted by so many people in turn, and soon her fair cheeks will have two blushing, Later, she felt a burst of dizziness hit her, and she glanced at the man beside her with anger, thinking that this time she would be killed by you.

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