Flower Stealing Master

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

I didn't expect this day to come so soon. "

"Your happiness!" Song Qingshu was short of breath, and the more he spoke, the more excited he became. "Your happiness should be given by me as a husband, not when my husband is dying and fooling around with his old lover behind his back."

"You said enough?" I don't know if I have been in Changbai Mountain for too long. Zhou Zhiruo's tone is three points colder than Bing, without a trace of anger. "Do you think it makes sense to say this now?"

Song Qingshu was taken aback: "Yes, I didn't expect you to see it so thoroughly, but I fell behind." The relationship between the two is very complicated. From their own point of view, there is nothing wrong with their behavior, but he is wrong. What the two did, intentionally or unintentionally, deeply hurt the other person.

There is no right or wrong in many things in the world, only different positions.

"In that case," Zhou Zhiruo's lips raised slightly, "Then you go to die!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhou Zhiruo's body was light and erratic, and she was very graceful. She stretched out her slender hands from her green sleeves, and his five fingers plunged straight to the top of Song Qingshu's head. The light work was so good that it was no less than any master Song Qingshu had seen.

Song Qingshu's face changed, his vision now was not what it used to be, and Zhou Zhiruo's veins were buckled as soon as he raised his hand.

I don't know that Zhou Zhiruo's face is calm, as if he had expected it, the palm of his left hand slammed into it.

Song Qingshu quickly extended his palm to greet him, and after a muffled noise, Zhou Zhiruo turned over and floated back to the place lightly.

Song Qingshu was spouted with blood. Yesterday, he was wounded by Wen Tailai Ben Lei's palm. After a night of recuperation, it was nothing more than to deal with Luo Bing and other martial arts. Zhou Zhiruo was the figure who won the title of "No. 1 in the world" at the lion slaughter conference, although There are elements that Zhang Wuji deliberately wanted in it, but it also shows that her martial arts and Luo Bing's comparison are simply different.

"Your Nine Yin Scriptures have been practiced to such a high level?" A trace of worry flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's face.

"Knowing that my beloved wife is chasing me all the time, how can you not practice martial arts hard?" Song Qingshu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, laughing at herself in her heart. Why did she seem to have a big aunt recently and vomit blood every day.

Just now, Song Qingshu parried Zhou Zhiruo's attack with both hands, and the quilt covering his body slipped to his waist. Noting the palm prints on the other side's ribs, Zhou Zhiruo frowned and said, "Are you injured?"

Song Qingshu nodded bitterly, "So you are lucky, and you came at the right time."

"Tell me his name," Zhou Zhiruo said lightly, "No matter how you say you are my husband, after I kill you, I will help you kill him, lest you die."

"I was killed by my wife. I was destined to die." Song Qingshu took the wooden sword from the side with a move with his right hand, and smiled faintly, "If we die together, then we won't be lonely on Huangquan Road."

"Your martial arts are all taught by me. I want to see what you have learned during this period of time. It is only in Chapter 124: The Night of Heart-Stirring (Part 2)

Make you so confident. "Zhou Zhiruo's expression was complete, and she no longer kept her hands, and used Jiuyin White Bone Claws to attack with all her strength.

Although Song Qingshu can also use nine yin and bone claws, he will not be so stupid that he will use it to confront the enemy. Different from the claw shadows that filled the sky when he used them, Zhou Zhiruo made Jiuyin White Bone Claws like ghosts and charms, often before one move was completed, and the other hand had already attacked from an incredible angle.

Song Qingshu held up the wooden sword solemnly, the point of the sword kept on the weak spot of the opponent's claw shadow.

"Huh?" Zhou Zhiruo stared at him in amazement as his moves were methodically rendered invisible by the other party, but felt that Song Qingshu's gestures had gradually become obscure. Knowing that he was affected by internal injuries, he could not help but deliberately went to the wounds on his ribs. Attacked, not giving him the slightest chance to breathe.

Song Qingshu had just acted at a critical juncture, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly appeared, and he left halfway, causing him to be full of blood. Under the sudden attack of the opponent, Song Qingshu's injury finally recurred again.

"Smelly lady, you say you are also the head of the dignified group anyway. Just attack me when someone is in danger. It's nothing to keep going to the place where I was injured!" Song Qingshu resisted, while frightened and angry.

"To deal with shameless people, we must use shameless methods." Zhou Zhiruo was unmoved, and attacked the past intensified.

Song Qingshu only felt annoyed, disgusted, and vomiting. When he finally lost his senses, the wooden sword was pulled away by the opponent's left hand, and his neck was restrained by Zhou Zhiruo's nine-yin bone claws.

"It's nothing more, come and go naked. Eighteen years later, I will be a good man again." Song Qingshu loosened his hand and threw the wooden sword directly to the ground, but his left hand lifted the quilt on his waist to the side.

Seeing that the other party's key was restrained, Zhou Zhiruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Song Qingshu gave up resisting and was about to speak, he didn't know that the other party had lifted the quilt directly.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced subconsciously. Song Qingshu hadn't had time to put on clothes just now, and now a disgusting thing was standing naked underneath, glaring at him savagely.

Although she had given Song Qingshu before, she didn't notice anything other than humiliation and anger that night. What still remains today is a girl's exquisite heart, and the shame in her heart makes her turn her head subconsciously.

Song Qingshu was waiting for this opportunity. Taking advantage of her confusion, one finger poked the opponent's armpit.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were full of unwillingness, her body softened, and she slowly fell into his arms.

Song Qingshu has exhausted all his energy just now, holding her soft body, secretly rejoicing in her heart: "No matter how high martial arts is, I am afraid of choppers. I saw various funny actions in Jackie Chan movies in previous lives and grabbed them. One thing can be used as a weapon, and the moves are even more trivial and ridiculous. I don’t think so, but I think that the other party’s troupe came out. Now after learning martial arts, I know that you can use everything around you and use everything around you to be the best in life and death. Realm."

See Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful eyes are full of the 124th chapter of the turbulent night (part 2)

Angrily, Song Qingshu tapped her several large acupoints again, and smiled slightly: "I have also learned the Jiuyin Scriptures. You want to use the acupuncture point to be a little more tender."

Seeing that the other party had been completely restrained, Song Qingshu hurriedly sat up cross-legged to heal his injuries. He is now completely exhausted. If he does not recover as soon as possible, if Luo Bing goes and returns, he will be dumbfounded.

Zhou Zhiruo was filled with regret, and she was taken aback for a moment because she hated herself for why she didn't break his neck all at once.

Human psychology is like this. It has always been for revenge, but when there is a real opportunity for revenge, they don't want the other party to die so cheaply. It was in this ambivalence that Zhou Zhiruo was successfully turned over by Song Qingshu.

Seeing that the other party started to heal, Zhou Zhiruo also started to attack the acupoints with luck. She clearly knew that Song Qingshu was now at the end of the battle, as long as he could rush through the acupoints, he would never have the power to fight back.

But what embarrassed her was that she fell into Song Qingshu's arms just now, and now the other party is sitting cross-legged to heal, her head has to rest on the other's thigh, and the bad thing that made her so embarrassed just now is near her white face Was lingering.

The heat from her cheek made her unable to rush to the acupuncture point wholeheartedly, and she couldn't help but say in hatred, "Take this disgusting thing away from you!"

"Thanks to it just now, the life-saving grace is greater than the sky, how can I cross the river and demolish the bridge now?" Song Qingshu said indifferently without opening his eyes. Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five Chapters

"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her request, Zhou Zhiruo bit her silver teeth tightly, closing her eyes, not bothering to see her, she tried her best to mobilize the whole body's zhenqi to hit the acupuncture points over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to feel something, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was staring at herself with admiration and contradictions in her eyes.

"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupuncture method just imitated Ouyang Feng's bad luck to Jiuyin. She used the acupoint relief technique in the Jiuyin Scripture to hit the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no signs of loosening, but instead felt that I was numb all over.

"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, with warm fragrance and warm jade in my arms. If I meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."

Song Qingshu's eyes patrolled Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt was wrapped in a wonderful figure, the neckline was faintly exposed with milky white skin like ivory, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster...Look, Song Qingshu I feel a bit dry in my throat.

With this look Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have known each other before, and a trace of panic appeared between her eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

"Why ask knowingly?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and hydration of Luo Bing's mature body before. When he was about to enjoy it, Zhou Zhiruo had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart became more intense.

But fortunately, there is a better compensation at this time. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent over and gently said in her ear: "Of course it's you!"

"You! Uh...uh..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold, but found that her lips had been blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.

"Um... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there is no escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a breath, and made the only request that the other party could agree to.

Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before. She couldn't endure a kind of humiliation while also enduring the breath of another woman into her body.

"no problem!"

...

In the early morning of the second day, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.

The sunlight coming through the window fell on her fair skin, her black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile lines seemed to be drawn in a single stroke, exuding a quiet breath in the hazy morning light. .

Song Qingshu wanted her to fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two would return to the life-and-death state.

With his left hand hesitating around the opponent's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to start.

"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously outside the door.

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously, and saw that she hadn't transferred Chapter 125 The Couple in the Same Bed with Different Dreams

"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her request, Zhou Zhiruo bit her silver teeth tightly, closing her eyes, not bothering to see her, she tried her best to mobilize the whole body's zhenqi to hit the acupuncture points over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to feel something, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was staring at herself with admiration and contradictions in her eyes.

"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupuncture method just imitated Ouyang Feng's bad luck to Jiuyin. She used the acupoint relief technique in the Jiuyin Scripture to hit the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no signs of loosening, but instead felt that I was numb all over.

"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, with warm fragrance and warm jade in my arms. If I meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."

Song Qingshu's eyes patrolled Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt was wrapped in a wonderful figure, the neckline was faintly exposed with milky white skin like ivory, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster...Look, Song Qingshu I feel a bit dry in my throat.

With this look Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have known each other before, and a trace of panic appeared between her eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

"Why knowingly ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and hydration of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it, Zhou Zhiruo had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

But fortunately, there is a better compensation at this time. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent over and gently said in her ear: "Of course it's you!"

"You! Uh...uh..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold, but found that her lips had been blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.

"Um... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there is no escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a breath, and made the only request that the other party could agree to.

Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before. She couldn't endure a kind of humiliation while also enduring the breath of another woman into her body.

"no problem!"

...

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.

The sunlight coming through the window fell on her fair skin, her black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile lines seemed to be drawn in a single stroke, exuding a quiet breath in the hazy morning light. .

Song Qingshu wanted her to fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two would return to the life-and-death state.

With his left hand hesitating around the opponent's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to start.

"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously outside the door.

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously, and saw that she hadn't transferred Chapter 125 The Couple in the Same Bed with Different Dreams

"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her request, Zhou Zhiruo bit her silver teeth tightly, closing her eyes, not bothering to see her, she tried her best to mobilize the whole body's zhenqi to hit the acupuncture points over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to feel something, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was staring at herself with admiration and contradictions in her eyes.

"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupuncture method just imitated Ouyang Feng's bad luck to Jiuyin. She used the acupoint relief technique in the Jiuyin Scripture to hit the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no signs of loosening, but instead felt that I was numb all over.

"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, with warm fragrance and warm jade in my arms. If I meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."

Song Qingshu's eyes patrolled Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt was wrapped in a wonderful figure, the neckline was faintly exposed with milky white skin like ivory, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster...Look, Song Qingshu I feel a bit dry in my throat.

With this look Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have known each other before, and a trace of panic appeared between her eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

"Why knowingly ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and hydration of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it, Zhou Zhiruo had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

But fortunately, there is a better compensation at this time. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent over and gently said in her ear: "Of course it's you!"

"You! Uh...uh..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold, but found that her lips had been blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.

"Um... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there is no escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a breath, and made the only request that the other party could agree to.

Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before. She couldn't endure a kind of humiliation while also enduring the breath of another woman into her body.

"no problem!"

...

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.

The sunlight coming through the window fell on her fair skin, her black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile lines seemed to be drawn in a single stroke, exuding a quiet breath in the hazy morning light. .

Song Qingshu wanted her to fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two would return to the life-and-death state.

With his left hand hesitating around the opponent's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to start.

"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously outside the door.

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously, and saw that she hadn't transferred Chapter 125 The Couple in the Same Bed with Different Dreams

"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her request, Zhou Zhiruo bit her silver teeth tightly, closing her eyes, not bothering to see her, she tried her best to mobilize the whole body's zhenqi to hit the acupuncture points over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to feel something, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was staring at herself with admiration and contradictions in her eyes.

"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupuncture method just imitated Ouyang Feng's bad luck to Jiuyin. She used the acupoint relief technique in the Jiuyin Scripture to hit the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no signs of loosening, but instead felt that I was numb all over.

"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, with warm fragrance and warm jade in my arms. If I meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."

Song Qingshu's eyes patrolled Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt was wrapped in a wonderful figure, the neckline was faintly exposed with milky white skin like ivory, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster...Look, Song Qingshu I feel a bit dry in my throat.

With this look Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have known each other before, and a trace of panic appeared between her eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

"Why knowingly ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and hydration of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it, Zhou Zhiruo had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

But fortunately, there is a better compensation at this time. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent over and gently said in her ear: "Of course it's you!"

"You! Uh...uh..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold, but found that her lips had been blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.

"Um... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there is no escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a breath, and made the only request that the other party could agree to.

Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before. She couldn't endure a kind of humiliation while also enduring the breath of another woman into her body.

"no problem!"

...

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.

The sunlight coming through the window fell on her fair skin, her black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile lines seemed to be drawn in a single stroke, exuding a quiet breath in the hazy morning light. .

Song Qingshu wanted her to fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two would return to the life-and-death state.

With his left hand hesitating around the opponent's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to start.

"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously outside the door.

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously, and saw that she hadn't transferred Chapter 125 The Couple in the Same Bed with Different Dreams

"You!" Seeing that the other party ignored her request, Zhou Zhiruo bit her silver teeth tightly, closing her eyes, not bothering to see her, she tried her best to mobilize the whole body's zhenqi to hit the acupuncture points over and over again.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou Zhiruo seemed to feel something, opened her star eyes, and found that Song Qingshu was staring at herself with admiration and contradictions in her eyes.

"Your injury is healed?" Zhou Zhiruo didn't know that Song Qingshu's acupuncture method just imitated Ouyang Feng's bad luck to Jiuyin. She used the acupoint relief technique in the Jiuyin Scripture to hit the acupoints. Not only did the acupoints show no signs of loosening, but instead felt that I was numb all over.

"It's not that fast, but it's enough. The night is long, with warm fragrance and warm jade in my arms. If I meditate until dawn, it would be too violent."

Song Qingshu's eyes patrolled Zhou Zhiruo's body. The cyan long skirt was wrapped in a wonderful figure, the neckline was faintly exposed with milky white skin like ivory, and the moist lips exuded a charming luster...Look, Song Qingshu I feel a bit dry in my throat.

With this look Zhou Zhiruo seemed to have known each other before, and a trace of panic appeared between her eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"

"Why knowingly ask?" Song Qingshu had just felt the softness and hydration of Luo Bing's mature body before, and when he was about to enjoy it, Zhou Zhiruo had to stop abruptly because of Zhou Zhiruo's appearance, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

But fortunately, there is a better compensation at this time. Seeing Zhou Zhiruo's always cold and quiet eyes full of panic, Song Qingshu bent over and gently said in her ear: "Of course it's you!"

"You! Uh...uh..." Zhou Zhiruo was about to scold, but found that her lips had been blocked, and all her words had turned into meaningless scattered syllables.

"Um... at least wipe it clean!" Knowing that there is no escape, Zhou Zhiruo finally got a breath, and made the only request that the other party could agree to.

Zhou Zhiruo clearly remembered that Song Qingshu was fooling around with another woman before. She couldn't endure a kind of humiliation while also enduring the breath of another woman into her body.

"no problem!"

...

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qingshu lay on his side on the bed, looking at his nominal wife with a complicated expression.

The sunlight coming through the window fell on her fair skin, her black hair was scattered in a mess, and the soft profile lines seemed to be drawn in a single stroke, exuding a quiet breath in the hazy morning light. .

Song Qingshu wanted her to fall asleep like this forever, because he knew that once the other party woke up, the two would return to the life-and-death state.

With his left hand hesitating around the opponent's delicate neck several times, Song Qingshu sighed, but finally he was reluctant to start.

"Master Song, Master Song?" A guard knocked cautiously outside the door.

Song Qingshu glanced at Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously and saw that she hadn't turned