Chapter 862 What Can I Do?
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Zhang Songxi tugged at Song Yuanqiao's sleeve and whispered, "Isn't she the mysterious yellow-shirted woman at the lion slaughter conference, Qing Shu is actually with her... Hey, senior brother, your son is a bit powerful." At the lion slaughter conference The woman in yellow shirt was shocked, and many people were very impressed by her. No wonder even Zhang Songxi, a middle-aged Taoist, couldn't help but gossip.
"They may not have that kind of relationship, right?" Song Yuanqiao's tone was a little uncertain, but he was actually relieved. When he saw his son in love with Zhou Zhiruo a few years ago, and Zhou Zhiruo fell in love with Zhang Wuji again, he was worried that he was destined to be a bachelor in his life. Well, I didn't expect that after a few years, my son couldn't help marrying Zhou Zhiruo home, and he also had an ambiguous relationship with so many arrogant girls in the martial arts...
"Would you like to remind him and let him be more specific?" Song Yuanqiao is an upright person, and he was a little unhappy when he saw his son peach blossoms, but after thinking about it, there is nothing wrong with marrying a few more daughters-in-law for the old Song family. Yes, recalling that Zhang Sanfeng often taught to let nature take its course, he gave up the idea of ​​persuasion.
Noticing the strange expressions of everyone in the arena, the woman in the yellow shirt quickly realized that what she said just now was ambiguous. When she thought that Song Qingshu's father was still here, two blushes suddenly appeared on her pale cheeks.
"Let's talk about the old slowly, I'll save them first." The yellow shirt girl knew that the more complicated this kind of thing was, the more complicated it became, so she simply took the bottom line and left this place of right and wrong first.
"Sister, these princesses of the Song Dynasty are still in my hands, don't you ask me for my opinion first?" Zhao Min's eyes flashed, and she took a light step to block Zhao Min.
The woman in yellow snorted coldly, and then released a secret signal, and soon her men who had been in ambush also rushed out and surrounded Zhao Min's remnant soldiers: "Your men have already suffered more than half of the casualties, and the second elder Xuanming was also seriously injured. Your current strength can't stop me at all."
Zhao Min smiled sweetly, picked up Song Qingshu's arm, and pressed half of her body over: "But I still have brother Qingshu."
Noticing her actions, the yellow-shirted woman's brows and eyes fluttered, and she cursed inwardly: Mongolian women really have no shame, and they are so affectionate with men in broad daylight.
"The county master doesn't need to be delusional, Young Master Song is my ally, how could he help you?" The yellow-shirted woman's voice was extremely cold.
"That's not necessarily true, you are just allies, but we are..." Zhao Min deliberately hesitated, showing a shy look, "Brother Qingshu, are you going to help me or her?"
Song Qingshu was a big head and two big ones, so he had to say: "No matter who you are helping, can you get these women out of the palace first? Although the defense force in the palace has been adjusted, but after so long, Jin Guo's side It should have reacted too, maybe the army will be dispatched soon, and no one will be able to leave by then."
Zhao Min smiled sweetly: "Since Brother Qingshu said so, I'm not a woman who doesn't know the whole thing. So, as long as Brother Qingshu asks me, I will hand over the princesses of the Song Dynasty to this beautiful sister."
"Why do you want me to beg you?" Song Qingshu was extremely depressed, she was still so unhurried, but he couldn't get angry when he saw Zhao Min's rosy appearance.
"It's very simple, just promise me one condition." Zhao Min raised her neck and blinked at him with her big eyes.
Song Qingshu asked with a headache: "It won't be the kind of condition that you haven't thought about yet, and then tell me about it after you think about it."
Zhao Min's eyes turned into a crescent moon with a smile: "Brother Qingshu is really smart."
The woman in yellow on the side frowned, "Young Master Song, there's no need to agree to her unreasonable request. Those people under her couldn't stop me."
Zhao Min let go of Song Qingshu and looked around slowly around the woman in yellow shirt. The woman in yellow shirt felt uncomfortable when she saw her, and couldn't help asking, "What are you looking at?"
"Don't worry about this sister, I won't put forward some conditions that will make Brother Qingshu embarrassed, such as not allowing Brother Qingshu to marry you..." Zhao Min saw the yellow-shirted woman's eyebrows rising, and quickly answered, " Of course I wouldn't make such a request."
Seeing the girl in yellow shirt trembling with anger, Song Qingshu hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, I promise you, hurry up and let everyone go."
Hearing Song Qingshu's agreement, Zhao Min immediately became elated and pointed at his subordinates: "You, you, and you, all go back to where you should go, and you don't have to follow me anymore."
Second Elder Xuan Ming suddenly had a bitter look on his face: "County Lord, how can you do without someone to protect you?"
"I count on you two to protect me. I don't know how many times this county master has died," Zhao Min pouted and tugged at Song Qingshu's sleeve, and answered as a matter of course, "Isn't it enough to have Brother Qingshu to protect me now?"
The second elder Xuanming looked depressed, but he couldn't refute them. After looking at each other, he had to walk away with his subordinates in despair. For some unknown reason, Ouyang Feng and his party did not stop them and let them leave.
The women in yellow shirts took advantage of this moment to protect the princesses of the Song Dynasty. When they found out who the women in yellow shirts were and that they were expected to escape from the devil's lair, they burst into tears of joy.
Song Qingshu glanced at them, and then focused on Murong Bo: "Mr. Murong, if it wasn't for Young Master Ling, I would have been very difficult to heal the broken meridian, I shouldn't have bothered you, but I owe Young Master Ling the kindness, I have paid it off before, this time you attacked my father and several uncles, we should also make a good calculation."
Unlike Song Qingshu, Murong Bo is a top figure who has been famous in the world for decades. To be questioned by a junior like this, even if
He was afraid of the opponent's martial arts in his heart, and he didn't want to show the slightest timidity in front of everyone: "This old man did this, what can you do to me?"
Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and when it reached the ears of everyone in the field, everyone felt a shock, and those who were weak in skill became disgusted and nauseous on the spot.
He has been in the arena for so many years, and he has a wealth of experience in fighting the enemy. Knowing that the opponent has the first move, he will definitely take the opportunity to attack and hurriedly take a step back.
As expected, Song Qingshu also took a step forward when he retreated. Although it was only one step, the distance of more than ten meters came in an instant. If he hadn't had foresight, he would have ended up in the same embarrassment as Gongsun Zhi.
But Murong Bo didn't feel happy at all, instead he was horrified. He didn't have time to think about how the other party completed the effort of shrinking into an inch, and hurriedly waved his palms to block in front of him, fully displaying Murong's family's unique skills.
Douzhuanxingyi is the first-class kung fu in the world, and Murong Bo's achievements in this skill are by no means comparable to Murong Fu's. He is confident that even in the face of people whose skill is twice his own, he can still fight hard. This Song Qingshu is young Light, no matter how high the skill is, how can it be twice as high as his ten years of ascetic cultivation?
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