Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 123: The Night of Heart-Stirring (Part Two)

Luo Bing can accept the initiative to sacrifice her body to save her husband and even other brothers in the club, but she cannot tolerate her husband's decision to sacrifice herself.

"In that case, the Red Flower Club members have been rescued by you?" Luo Bing asked with his eyes drooping and expressionless.

Song Qingshu nodded: "Yes, they left the palace yesterday."

"In that case, why did you lie to me," Luo Bing laughed at himself, "This question is really silly, when I didn't ask."

Song Qingshu was thinking about Xia Qingqing. Knowing that the time was not right, he still asked, "Did you talk to Madam Yuan yesterday?"

"Yes, bystander Qing, I just pointed out that you are actually just perfunctory her," Luo Bing's face flashed a hint of revenge. "She wants to understand that naturally, she will find someone who can really help her get revenge."

"So she has left the city of Yanjing?" Song Qingshu asked angrily, thinking that Xia Qingqing would not even say hello before leaving, even more so angry.

"Of course, you have been lying to her, but you are not the only man in this world who can help her get revenge. After Madam Yuan wanted to understand, she went to that man."

Seeing Song Qingshu's painful expression, Luo Bing only felt that revenge was far from enough. What would make a man angry most? Naturally, another important man appears in the life of the favorite woman.

"Who is that man?" Song Qingshu slowly approached Luo Bing, squeezing a few words from his teeth.

Xia Qingqing is the most important part of Song Qingshu’s long-term plan. In order to gain the strength to fight against Mingjiao’s advocacy of nonjudgment, Song Qingshu had spotted the Golden Snake Camp where the dragons were headless early in the morning. However, Xia Qingqing was the prerequisite. If you can’t get Xia Qingqing Support wholeheartedly, everything is empty talk.

Seeing that Xia Qingqing was what was in her own bag, but Luo Bing was forced away by a few words, Song Qingshu's eyes began to become tyrannical.

"Guess slowly by yourself. When you guess it, Mrs. Yuan would have been lying on other men's bed." Luo Bing sneered triumphantly. Although she hated her husband for abandoning herself, she understood this in her heart. Talent is the culprit of everything.

"Do you know why I was injured last night?" Song Qingshu suddenly calmed down, without any emotion in his tone.

Thinking that he was kind enough to cook porridge for him last night, Luo Bing couldn't wait to chop off his own hand: "You have done so much unrighteousness, what's the strangeness of the enemies everywhere."

"Hey," Song Qingshu lifted up his clothes, revealing the dark red palm prints between his ribs, "This is the gift from the husband. Last night, I was softhearted and didn't kill him. I didn't know that when I saved him out, he was conspired by him. ..."

"Unexpectedly, you would have calculated it again today, and your husband and wife are really in good agreement!"

Hearing Wen Tailai's shot and wounding Song Qingshu, Luo Bing misted up in his eyes and muttered to himself: "It looks like Chapter 4, 223, The Night of the Heartbreaking Heart (Part 2).

Brother still cares about me very much..."

Looking at the face of the other happy little woman, all of Song Qingshu's negative emotions suddenly broke out, his eyes gradually turned red, and he stepped toward Luo Bing who was sitting on the bed.

"What do you want to do?" Luo Bing finally realized what was wrong with Song Qingshu, and Hua Rong asked with shame.

"I don't know when Qingqing will lie on other men's beds, but I am quite sure that you must lie in the arms of other men before her." Standing in front of the bed, Song Qingshu looked at Luo Bing condescendingly.

The woman's extraordinarily full **** wrapped in the breasts, and the slender waist with a full grip, all show that the owner is at the pinnacle of a woman, like a ripe and juicy peach, picked early It will be slightly green, and there will be a hint of decay after picking is late.

It’s a bit more plump than a girl, and has the tenderness and weakness that ordinary women lack... Song Qingshu is not a pure-hearted man. For a while, his energy was more focused on strengthening strength, and he has always followed Xia Qingqing and others. It is the principle of slow simmering, knowing that only the precipitation of time can reap a sincere relationship.

But now facing Luo Bing, Song Qingshu's mood is completely different. There is nothing behind Luo Bing worthy of his conspiracy, so he does not need to manage the relationship between the two carefully, he only needs to appreciate this charming young woman from a purely male perspective. Moreover, she is a married woman. Unlike the cardamom girl, Song Qingshu is not worried about what responsibility she will be responsible for afterwards. When she thinks that she is someone else's wife, she adds a sense of evil taboo in her heart.

Luo Bing had read everything from his eyes. The man was always so unconcealed, his delicate body trembled slightly, and he bent over and wanted to get under Song Qingshu's armpit.

However, Song Qingshu's martial arts are too far apart from Song Qingshu, and she felt a strong force coming from her shoulders, and she had fallen onto the bed.

Struggling to get up, Song Qingshu didn't give her any chance, and the whole body quickly pressed up.

Some people say that a woman is born with a desire to bear the weight of a man's body, but if the man pressing on her is not her lover, what is the woman's psychology?

Luo Bing has completely awakened from the anger just now, followed by extreme panic. She knew what was about to come. If she left it alone, she would bring to her husband a shame that could never be washed away.

So she began to struggle desperately, still hoping in her heart that the other party's serious injury had not healed, and maybe she didn't have much strength in her hands or feet.

But after a while, she gave up in a desperate manner. The hands holding her wrists were like iron hoops, and her legs were firmly pressed by him. The whole body struggled till the end only the twisting of the body was left, except for the other side. The pleasure of rubbing on the body, and then adding to the other side, has no practical use.

"Song Qingshu, Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three: A Night of Excitement (Part 2)

Do you know who is most despised in martial arts? "Luo Bing tried her best to dodge the opponent and kiss her face, physically in vain, she can only hope for the power of words.

"A thief, I know." Seeing the other party shook his head desperately, Song Qingshu frowned, and then began to scan the snow-white neck. The voice came out vaguely, "But since your husband has given you to I am, you are my concubine Ji, what I want to do to my concubine Ji should be taken for granted."

"Song Qingshu, you bastard!" Luo Bing's voice already had a hint of crying when he felt that the other hand had reached into his shirt.

"Scream as much as you want, you don't call me but a little dull."

"Shameless!"

...

The light veil danced, a pair of snow-white calves kicked in the air in vain, and suddenly they became straight and sullenly put down, as if they had accepted their fate, they stopped struggling.

"Huh!" A cold voice suddenly came from outside the window. Chapter 124 The Night of Heart-Sounding (Part 2)

Just now, Luo Bing’s loud noise did not cause the slightest wave in Song Qingshu’s heart. This soft grunt, but like a curse, Song Qingshu suddenly became stiff, retreated from Luo Bing’s body, and stood up vigilant. Looked out the window.

As soon as Luo Bingfu got out of trouble, he quickly bit his red lips, picked up the dresses scattered on the bed, and put them on silently, until she finished wearing them and disappeared in front of the room, Song Qingshu didn't mean anything to stop her.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again under this kind of scene." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, thinking that he had to go to Tianqiao to find a fortune teller to break the disaster, and his luck was too bad.

"Unexpectedly, after so long, you still act like this, only relying on this despicable method to seize the woman's body."

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open by an invisible energy, and a beautiful and vulgar woman walked in with her green skirt dangling, her eyes were shining and crystal clear. The moonlight faintly transmitted through the thin skirt, as if it was a fairy from Guanghan Palace descending to the earth.

Song Qingshu has always loved and hated that kind of charm in his bones. Song Qingshu pulled the quilt over his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "I thought you should have been here long ago."

Thinking of being fooled by two little kids to Changbai Mountain and spending more than half a year in the ice and snow, the woman couldn't help but burn her cheeks slightly: "It's not too late to take your dog's life now."

"Whatever the case, don't open your mouth and shut up the dog. If I were a dog, what would you be?" Song Qingshu gave her a disgusted look.

The immortal woman in front of her was naturally Song Qingshu's original partner Zhou Zhiruo. After being blown by Song Qingshu's overnight breeze, she vowed to break his body into thousands of pieces and hunt him all over the world.

In Yaowangzhuang, Hu Fei and Lingsu were fooled to the bitter cold of Liaodong. Recently, Song Qingshu was in the Manchu dynasty, and Zhou Zhiruo had no intention of hearing the discussion of drinkers in an inn, only to realize that Song Qingshu was always in Manqing. Inside the palace.

"Yes, I was blind, so I chose to marry you," Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "I said before, "Even if the whole world betrays me, Song Qingshu will not betray me." Come, it's ironic."

"You also know that you married me!" Song Qingshu felt a little out of control. "What you and Zhang Wuji did on Shaoshi Mountain, don't think I don't know."

"You clearly know that I and him are not overly courteous." Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes trembled lightly and gave him a deep look.

"I don't know, I will know after that night!" Song Qingshu's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, "And even if I knew it beforehand, I don't regret what I did. I can get your first drop of blood. I think that no matter what happens to you and Zhang Wuji in the future, he will always be a loser in front of me."

Looking at Song Qingshu coldly, Zhou Zhiruo said: "Are you proud enough? The happiness of my life is ruined in your hands... I said that night, one day, I will smash you into pieces, the hundredth Chapter Twenty-Four: The Night of Heart-Stirring

Just now, Luo Bing’s loud noise did not cause the slightest wave in Song Qingshu’s heart. This soft grunt, but like a curse, Song Qingshu suddenly became stiff, retreated from Luo Bing’s body, and stood up vigilant. Looked out the window.

As soon as Luo Bingfu got out of trouble, he quickly bit his red lips, picked up the dresses scattered on the bed, and put them on silently, until she finished wearing them and disappeared in front of the room, Song Qingshu didn't mean anything to stop her.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again under this kind of scene." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, thinking that he had to go to Tianqiao to find a fortune teller to break the disaster, and his luck was too bad.

"Unexpectedly, after so long, you still act like this, only relying on this despicable method to seize the woman's body."

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open by an invisible energy, and a beautiful and vulgar woman walked in with her green skirt dangling, her eyes were shining and crystal clear. The moonlight faintly transmitted through the thin skirt, as if it was a fairy from Guanghan Palace descending to the earth.

Song Qingshu has always loved and hated that kind of charm in his bones. Song Qingshu pulled the quilt over his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "I thought you should have been here long ago."

Thinking of being fooled by two little kids to Changbai Mountain and spending more than half a year in the ice and snow, the woman couldn't help but burn her cheeks slightly: "It's not too late to take your dog's life now."

"Whatever the case, don't open your mouth and shut up the dog. If I were a dog, what would you be?" Song Qingshu gave her a disgusted look.

The immortal woman in front of her was naturally Song Qingshu's original partner Zhou Zhiruo. After being blown by Song Qingshu's overnight breeze, she vowed to break his body into thousands of pieces and hunt him all over the world.

In Yaowangzhuang, Hu Fei and Lingsu were fooled to the bitter cold of Liaodong. Recently, Song Qingshu was in the Manchu dynasty, and Zhou Zhiruo had no intention of hearing the discussion of drinkers in an inn, only to realize that Song Qingshu was always in Manqing. Inside the palace.

"Yes, I was blind, so I chose to marry you," Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "I said before, "Even if the whole world betrays me, Song Qingshu will not betray me." Come, it's ironic."

"You also know that you married me!" Song Qingshu felt a little out of control. "What you and Zhang Wuji did on Shaoshi Mountain, don't think I don't know."

"You clearly know that I and him are not overly courteous." Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes trembled lightly and gave him a deep look.

"I don't know, I will know after that night!" Song Qingshu's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, "And even if I knew it beforehand, I don't regret what I did. I can get your first drop of blood. I think that no matter what happens to you and Zhang Wuji in the future, he will always be a loser in front of me."

Looking at Song Qingshu coldly, Zhou Zhiruo said: "Are you proud enough? The happiness of my life is ruined in your hands... I said that night, one day, I will smash you into pieces, the hundredth Chapter Twenty-Four: The Night of Heart-Stirring

Just now, Luo Bing’s loud noise did not cause the slightest wave in Song Qingshu’s heart. This soft grunt, but like a curse, Song Qingshu suddenly became stiff, retreated from Luo Bing’s body, and stood up vigilant. Looked out the window.

As soon as Luo Bingfu got out of trouble, he quickly bit his red lips, picked up the dresses scattered on the bed, and put them on silently, until she finished wearing them and disappeared in front of the room, Song Qingshu didn't mean anything to stop her.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again under this kind of scene." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, thinking that he had to go to Tianqiao to find a fortune teller to break the disaster, and his luck was too bad.

"Unexpectedly, after so long, you still act like this, only relying on this despicable method to seize the woman's body."

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open by an invisible energy, and a beautiful and vulgar woman walked in with her green skirt dangling, her eyes were shining and crystal clear. The moonlight faintly transmitted through the thin skirt, as if it was a fairy from Guanghan Palace descending to the earth.

Song Qingshu has always loved and hated that kind of charm in his bones. Song Qingshu pulled the quilt over his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "I thought you should have been here long ago."

Thinking of being fooled by two little kids to Changbai Mountain and spending more than half a year in the ice and snow, the woman couldn't help but burn her cheeks slightly: "It's not too late to take your dog's life now."

"Whatever the case, don't open your mouth and shut up the dog. If I were a dog, what would you be?" Song Qingshu gave her a disgusted look.

The immortal woman in front of her was naturally Song Qingshu's original partner Zhou Zhiruo. After being blown by Song Qingshu's overnight breeze, she vowed to break his body into thousands of pieces and hunt him all over the world.

In Yaowangzhuang, Hu Fei and Lingsu were fooled to the bitter cold of Liaodong. Recently, Song Qingshu was in the Manchu dynasty, and Zhou Zhiruo had no intention of hearing the discussion of drinkers in an inn, only to realize that Song Qingshu was always in Manqing. Inside the palace.

"Yes, I was blind, so I chose to marry you," Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "I said before, "Even if the whole world betrays me, Song Qingshu will not betray me." Come, it's ironic."

"You also know that you married me!" Song Qingshu felt a little out of control. "What you and Zhang Wuji did on Shaoshi Mountain, don't think I don't know."

"You clearly know that I and him are not overly courteous." Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes trembled lightly and gave him a deep look.

"I don't know, I will know after that night!" Song Qingshu's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, "And even if I knew it beforehand, I don't regret what I did. I can get your first drop of blood. I think that no matter what happens to you and Zhang Wuji in the future, he will always be a loser in front of me."

Looking at Song Qingshu coldly, Zhou Zhiruo said: "Are you proud enough? The happiness of my life is ruined in your hands... I said that night, one day, I will smash you into pieces, the hundredth Chapter Twenty-Four: The Night of Heart-Stirring

Just now, Luo Bing’s loud noise did not cause the slightest wave in Song Qingshu’s heart. This soft grunt, but like a curse, Song Qingshu suddenly became stiff, retreated from Luo Bing’s body, and stood up vigilant. Looked out the window.

As soon as Luo Bingfu got out of trouble, he quickly bit his red lips, picked up the dresses scattered on the bed, and put them on silently, until she finished wearing them and disappeared in front of the room, Song Qingshu didn't mean anything to stop her.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again under this kind of scene." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, thinking that he had to go to Tianqiao to find a fortune teller to break the disaster, and his luck was too bad.

"Unexpectedly, after so long, you still act like this, only relying on this despicable method to seize the woman's body."

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open by an invisible energy, and a beautiful and vulgar woman walked in with her green skirt dangling, her eyes were shining and crystal clear. The moonlight faintly transmitted through the thin skirt, as if it was a fairy from Guanghan Palace descending to the earth.

Song Qingshu has always loved and hated that kind of charm in his bones. Song Qingshu pulled the quilt over his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "I thought you should have been here long ago."

Thinking of being fooled by two little kids to Changbai Mountain and spending more than half a year in the ice and snow, the woman couldn't help but burn her cheeks slightly: "It's not too late to take your dog's life now."

"Whatever the case, don't open your mouth and shut up the dog. If I were a dog, what would you be?" Song Qingshu gave her a disgusted look.

The immortal woman in front of her was naturally Song Qingshu's original partner Zhou Zhiruo. After being blown by Song Qingshu's overnight breeze, she vowed to break his body into thousands of pieces and hunt him all over the world.

In Yaowangzhuang, Hu Fei and Lingsu were fooled to the bitter cold of Liaodong. Recently, Song Qingshu was in the Manchu dynasty, and Zhou Zhiruo had no intention of hearing the discussion of drinkers in an inn, only to realize that Song Qingshu was always in Manqing. Inside the palace.

"Yes, I was blind, so I chose to marry you," Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "I said before, "Even if the whole world betrays me, Song Qingshu will not betray me." Come, it's ironic."

"You also know that you married me!" Song Qingshu felt a little out of control. "What you and Zhang Wuji did on Shaoshi Mountain, don't think I don't know."

"You clearly know that I and him are not overly courteous." Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes trembled lightly and gave him a deep look.

"I don't know, I will know after that night!" Song Qingshu's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, "And even if I knew it beforehand, I don't regret what I did. I can get your first drop of blood. I think that no matter what happens to you and Zhang Wuji in the future, he will always be a loser in front of me."

Looking at Song Qingshu coldly, Zhou Zhiruo said: "Are you proud enough? The happiness of my life is ruined in your hands... I said that night, one day, I will smash you into pieces, the hundredth Chapter Twenty-Four: The Night of Heart-Stirring

Just now, Luo Bing’s loud noise did not cause the slightest wave in Song Qingshu’s heart. This soft grunt, but like a curse, Song Qingshu suddenly became stiff, retreated from Luo Bing’s body, and stood up vigilant. Looked out the window.

As soon as Luo Bingfu got out of trouble, he quickly bit his red lips, picked up the dresses scattered on the bed, and put them on silently, until she finished wearing them and disappeared in front of the room, Song Qingshu didn't mean anything to stop her.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again under this kind of scene." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, thinking that he had to go to Tianqiao to find a fortune teller to break the disaster, and his luck was too bad.

"Unexpectedly, after so long, you still act like this, only relying on this despicable method to seize the woman's body."

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open by an invisible energy, and a beautiful and vulgar woman walked in with her green skirt dangling, her eyes were shining and crystal clear. The moonlight faintly transmitted through the thin skirt, as if it was a fairy from Guanghan Palace descending to the earth.

Song Qingshu has always loved and hated that kind of charm in his bones. Song Qingshu pulled the quilt over his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "I thought you should have been here long ago."

Thinking of being fooled by two little kids to Changbai Mountain and spending more than half a year in the ice and snow, the woman couldn't help but burn her cheeks slightly: "It's not too late to take your dog's life now."

"Whatever the case, don't open your mouth and shut up the dog. If I were a dog, what would you be?" Song Qingshu gave her a disgusted look.

The immortal woman in front of her was naturally Song Qingshu's original partner Zhou Zhiruo. After being blown by Song Qingshu's overnight breeze, she vowed to break his body into thousands of pieces and hunt him all over the world.

In Yaowangzhuang, Hu Fei and Lingsu were fooled to the bitter cold of Liaodong. Recently, Song Qingshu was in the Manchu dynasty, and Zhou Zhiruo had no intention of hearing the discussion of drinkers in an inn, only to realize that Song Qingshu was always in Manqing. Inside the palace.

"Yes, I was blind, so I chose to marry you," Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "I said before, "Even if the whole world betrays me, Song Qingshu will not betray me." Come, it's ironic."

"You also know that you married me!" Song Qingshu felt a little out of control. "What you and Zhang Wuji did on Shaoshi Mountain, don't think I don't know."

"You clearly know that I and him are not overly courteous." Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes trembled lightly and gave him a deep look.

"I don't know, I will know after that night!" Song Qingshu's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, "And even if I knew it beforehand, I don't regret what I did. I can get your first drop of blood. I think that no matter what happens to you and Zhang Wuji in the future, he will always be a loser in front of me."

Looking at Song Qingshu coldly, Zhou Zhiruo said: "Are you proud enough? The happiness of my life is ruined in your hands... I said that night, one day, I will smash you into pieces, the hundredth Chapter Twenty-Four: The Night of Heart-Stirring

Just now, Luo Bing’s loud noise did not cause the slightest wave in Song Qingshu’s heart. This soft grunt, but like a curse, Song Qingshu suddenly became stiff, retreated from Luo Bing’s body, and stood up vigilant. Looked out the window.

As soon as Luo Bingfu got out of trouble, he quickly bit his red lips, picked up the dresses scattered on the bed, and put them on silently, until she finished wearing them and disappeared in front of the room, Song Qingshu didn't mean anything to stop her.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again under this kind of scene." Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, thinking that he had to go to Tianqiao to find a fortune teller to break the disaster, and his luck was too bad.

"Unexpectedly, after so long, you still act like this, only relying on this despicable method to seize the woman's body."

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open by an invisible energy, and a beautiful and vulgar woman walked in with her green skirt dangling, her eyes were shining and crystal clear. The moonlight faintly transmitted through the thin skirt, as if it was a fairy from Guanghan Palace descending to the earth.

Song Qingshu has always loved and hated that kind of charm in his bones. Song Qingshu pulled the quilt over his body, looked at the woman in front of him, and smiled bitterly: "I thought you should have been here long ago."

Thinking of being fooled by two little kids to Changbai Mountain and spending more than half a year in the ice and snow, the woman couldn't help but burn her cheeks slightly: "It's not too late to take your dog's life now."

"Whatever the case, don't open your mouth and shut up the dog. If I were a dog, what would you be?" Song Qingshu gave her a disgusted look.

The immortal woman in front of her was naturally Song Qingshu's original partner Zhou Zhiruo. After being blown by Song Qingshu's overnight breeze, she vowed to break his body into thousands of pieces and hunt him all over the world.

In Yaowangzhuang, Hu Fei and Lingsu were fooled to the bitter cold of Liaodong. Recently, Song Qingshu was in the Manchu dynasty, and Zhou Zhiruo had no intention of hearing the discussion of drinkers in an inn, only to realize that Song Qingshu was always in Manqing. Inside the palace.

"Yes, I was blind, so I chose to marry you," Zhou Zhiruo sneered, "I said before, "Even if the whole world betrays me, Song Qingshu will not betray me." Come, it's ironic."

"You also know that you married me!" Song Qingshu felt a little out of control. "What you and Zhang Wuji did on Shaoshi Mountain, don't think I don't know."

"You clearly know that I and him are not overly courteous." Zhou Zhiruo's eyelashes trembled lightly and gave him a deep look.

"I don't know, I will know after that night!" Song Qingshu's face was filled with an uncontrollable smile, "And even if I knew it beforehand, I don't regret what I did. I can get your first drop of blood. I think that no matter what happens to you and Zhang Wuji in the future, he will always be a loser in front of me."

Looking at Song Qingshu coldly, Zhou Zhiruo said: "Are you proud enough? My life's happiness is ruined in your hands... I said that night, one day, I will smash you into pieces.