Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 26 is calculated

Song Qingshu was stunned and speechless: "Well, then you can treat him as a spy."

"Sure enough, it's a spy!" Ding Dian's eyes lit up, and Di Yun gave him another fat beating.

"Miss Ling is dying!" Seeing that he accidentally caused Di Yun to suffer a fat beating, he felt a little sorry, so he had to sacrifice a big killer move.

"What!" Ding Dian really stopped, and rushed over with a grim face, "What did you just say!"

"If you don't say that, you will let him go?" There is a cell between them, and Song Qingshu is not afraid of him rushing out. "This stupid boy is indeed a hard-working person. He was thrown here just thinking-maybe you will tell the secret of your heart. He, then Ling Tuisi thought this stupid boy was easier to deal with than you."

In fact, after many years of getting along, Ding Dian had already figured this out in his mind. Seeing him directly calling Ling Tuisi's name, he coldly snorted, "Who are you?"

"I am a great kind person to save the hardships, but you two are so hardworking, so I am here to give you some warmth." Song Qingshu glanced at the miserable condition of the two, the pipa bones were worn, and the body was dirty...Thinking about the fate of the two, sighed.

"Huh! What tricks Ling Tuisi did." Ding Dian was full of precautions at this time.

"Ling Tuisi?" Song Qingshu smiled disdainfully, "Ding Daxia, how about we make a deal?"

"Get out!" Ding Dianniao didn't stop him, knowing that Miss Ling was all right, and sat back indifferently.

"Do you really think I'm rare of your Liancheng Jue?" Song Qingshu smiled, "Actually, I don't want to hide it from you, I already know the secret of the Liancheng Jue that you people have been fighting for."

"Hey, lie to the kids?" Ding Dian gave a dry laugh.

"You don't believe it?" Song Qingshu stood up, "I can tell you the secret of Liancheng Jue, and see if there is any difference from what you know."

"You just talk about it." Ding Dian glanced at him suspiciously.

Song Qingshu laughed bitterly, and said in a low voice: "Ding Daxia, I know that you have not lost martial arts, please listen carefully, are there any other people within a radius of several meters? If the people in Ling Tuisi hear it, I am afraid I will not escape your destiny. I am. The meridians are all broken, and there is no more martial arts, so I have to trouble you to listen carefully."

Ding Dian couldn't figure it out now, so he closed his eyes and checked it out carefully: "Let's talk, within a radius of ten feet, there are no other people except you and me."

Song Qingshu stared at Di Yun: "Some things he didn't know were actually protecting him." Ding Dian frowned, and then touched Di Yun's sleeping acupoint.

Song Qingshu breathed a sigh of relief and revealed the secret of Liancheng Jue. As expected, Ding Dian's expression changed drastically, staring at him, "How did you know?"

"Just leave it alone," Song Qing said, "Now you should believe that I am not Ling Tuisi's group?"

"Then why are you looking for me?" Ding Dian was very puzzled.

"It's not that I'm going to be an account with you Chapter 26 is calculated

Easy? "Song Qingshu stretched out his hand, "Hurry up and get the pulse for me, and see if your psyche can be cured? "

Hearing what he said just now, Ding Dian was clear in his heart, and he probed his pulse slightly, and uttered two words: "It can be cured."

Song Qingshu finally calmed down and said, "If I want to tell you, Ling Tuisi is really a fool. If he directly called his daughter to ask you for Liancheng Jue as a betrothal gift, you wouldn't agree."

Ling Tui thinks that everyone in the world is like him. For fear of showing a little bit of sigh, Ding Dian has a defensive mentality, but he knows that his daughter is far more important than any treasure in Ding Dian's eyes.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Ding Dian suddenly felt a sense of confidant, and his face eased. He didn't know that Song Qingshu deliberately approached him.

"It's just that I now know his true face. I absolutely refuse to give this Liancheng Secret Art." Ding Dian said bitterly with a suffocating anger in his heart for so many years.

"You weren't asked to hand over the Liancheng Jue." Song Qingshu smiled, "The transaction between us is not about Ling Tuisi's matter."

"What deal?" Ding Dian finally got a little interest.

"I am responsible for making your lover and Miss Ling finally get married, and you are responsible for curing my meridians, how about?" Song Qingshu stared at him scorchingly.

But Ding Dian didn't have the joy he imagined, but he sighed: "Do you know why I have been stuck here willingly for so many years?"

Song Qingshu said, "Why?"

"Before I came here, I hadn't achieved martial arts, and I couldn't escape the copper wall and iron wall if I wanted to escape," Ding Dian smiled bitterly. "Secondly, it's useless for me to escape. Shuanghua won't go with me. I might as well stay here. Here, you can also look at the chrysanthemums she placed on the windowsill from a distance to dispel loneliness." Ding Dian's eyes looked affectionately at the small building in the distance through the small window of the cell.

"Why doesn't she want to follow you?" Although Song Qingshu knows the general plot, these details are at a loss.

"I don't know," Ding Dian showed a gentle expression on his face. "She is a pretty lady, and it is normal not to elope with a man unclearly. What's more, Ling Tuisi forced her to make such a vicious oath. "While speaking, Ding Dian's expression became savage.

"What poisonous oath?" Song Qingshu felt a little disapproving. It was just an oath, why the ancients were so stupid.

"His father threatened her with my life and vowed: He can't see me again in his lifetime, otherwise her mother's soul will be tortured day and night in the underground." Ding Dian's teeth were almost broken.

"Use your life?" Song Qingshu looked strange, "Even if she doesn't agree, Ling Tuisi won't kill you."

"That's why he appeared to be vicious!" Ding Dianyi took a picture of the wall, and suddenly a handprint appeared.

Song Qingshu was murmured in his heart, it's a bit difficult now.

Seems to know that Chapter 26 is calculated in his heart

Thinking about it, Ding Dian said, "If you can really persuade Shuanghua to go far and high with me, I can teach you the divine scriptures."

Song Qingshu happily patted his chest, "Okay, give it to me first, I will go to explore Miss Ling's tone first, and then discuss how to teach me to teach me the magical scriptures." Thinking that he finally has the hope of turning over, Song Qingshu was delighted for a moment. If mad, hurriedly ran out.

Looking at Song Qingshu's somewhat maddened back, Ding Dian smiled coldly, thinking to himself: "Shen Zhaojing, without a twenty-year situation, you can learn it well?" It's not to blame for Ding Dian's deceit, he is really fed up with it. Because of the sinister nature of humanity, I don’t believe anyone at all.

When Song Qingshu came to Miss Ling's small building, she was stopped by the guards, "Master Ling has an order. No one except him can see Miss Ling."

After showing a token, Song Qingshu said, "Master Ling asked me to do things cheaply in the mansion. Everyone must cooperate with me. I think you should have received the news."

The two guards looked at each other for a while, still hesitating, Song Qingshu was still taking care of them, and directly pushed away the Pudao blocking the front, and went upstairs. Chapter 27: People are as pale as a chrysanthemum

When I got to the upper floor, I felt that there were light saman dances everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depth of the room. Song Qingshu was not very abrupt, so I had to cough lightly to show that someone was coming up.

"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.

Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu sighed secretly, a beautiful woman who was devastated to death.

"Under the entrustment of Ding Daxia, come to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of some strong medicine, how can it attract your attention.

I only heard a thump, which seemed to be the sound of a stool hitting the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian and hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which Ding Daxia?"

I saw a young woman in a light yellow shirt running up to her, although her face was covered by a light gauze, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking closely, some red scars on the edge of the veil are looming, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing this woman with such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before her disfigurement.

"Master Ding Ding Ding ordered to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu respectfully bowed.

"Is he... okay recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.

"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the pipa bone was pierced, the hamstrings were picked, and then tortured in prison for several years, it wouldn't be considered good. "But I can't die for the time being."

Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all to blame for killing Big Brother Ding..."

"Miss Ling, since things have happened, it's not the time to talk about this," Song Qingshu remembered his intentions and asked hurriedly, "Why didn't you want to go so far with Ding Daxia?"

"My son must have seen it too. I am already ashamed. I pray to God and worship Buddha every day, and I only hope that Big Brother Ding can be safe and peaceful." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of the veil, and a few hideous lines lay across her snow-white face. Red scar.

"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Ding Daxia. Do you think Ding Daxia cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, and the scars were a bit...a bit dazzling, but this shouldn't be the reason.

"Of course I know he will not despise me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with the pot of flowers in front of him, with a gentle smile on his lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife. ."

Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu was too lazy to fight these foolish men and women, and asked directly: "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you meet Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be lost. The underground suffers day and night. Did Miss Ling know that even if you didn’t make this vow, your father wouldn’t kill Ding Daxia for the sake of Liancheng Art?" Chapter 27 People are as pale as chrysanthemums

When I got to the upper floor, I felt that there were light saman dances everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depth of the room. Song Qingshu was not very abrupt, so I had to cough lightly to show that someone was coming up.

"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.

Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu sighed secretly, a beautiful woman who was devastated to death.

"Under the entrustment of Ding Daxia, come to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of some strong medicine, how can it attract your attention.

I only heard a thump, which seemed to be the sound of a stool hitting the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian and hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which Ding Daxia?"

I saw a young woman in a light yellow shirt running up to her, although her face was covered by a light gauze, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking closely, some red scars on the edge of the veil are looming, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing this woman with such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before her disfigurement.

"Master Ding Ding Ding ordered to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu respectfully bowed.

"Is he... okay recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.

"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the pipa bone was pierced, the hamstrings were picked, and then tortured in prison for several years, it wouldn't be considered good. "But I can't die for the time being."

Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all to blame for killing Big Brother Ding..."

"Miss Ling, since things have happened, it's not the time to talk about this," Song Qingshu remembered his intentions and asked hurriedly, "Why didn't you want to go so far with Ding Daxia?"

"My son must have seen it too. I am already ashamed. I pray to God and worship Buddha every day, and I only hope that Big Brother Ding can be safe and peaceful." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of the veil, and a few hideous lines lay across her snow-white face. Red scar.

"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Ding Daxia. Do you think Ding Daxia cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, and the scars were a bit...a bit dazzling, but this shouldn't be the reason.

"Of course I know he will not despise me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with the pot of flowers in front of him, with a gentle smile on his lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife. ."

Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu was too lazy to fight these foolish men and women, and asked directly: "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you meet Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be lost. The underground suffers day and night. Did Miss Ling know that even if you didn’t make this vow, your father wouldn’t kill Ding Daxia for the sake of Liancheng Art?" Chapter 27 People are as pale as chrysanthemums

When I got to the upper floor, I felt that there were light saman dances everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depth of the room. Song Qingshu was not very abrupt, so I had to cough lightly to show that someone was coming up.

"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.

Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu sighed secretly, a beautiful woman who was devastated to death.

"Under the entrustment of Ding Daxia, come to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of some strong medicine, how can it attract your attention.

I only heard a thump, which seemed to be the sound of a stool hitting the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian and hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which Ding Daxia?"

I saw a young woman in a light yellow shirt running up to her, although her face was covered by a light gauze, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking closely, some red scars on the edge of the veil are looming, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing this woman with such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before her disfigurement.

"Master Ding Ding Ding ordered to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu respectfully bowed.

"Is he... okay recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.

"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the pipa bone was pierced, the hamstrings were picked, and then tortured in prison for several years, it wouldn't be considered good. "But I can't die for the time being."

Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all to blame for killing Big Brother Ding..."

"Miss Ling, since things have happened, it's not the time to talk about this," Song Qingshu remembered his intentions and asked hurriedly, "Why didn't you want to go so far with Ding Daxia?"

"My son must have seen it too. I am already ashamed. I pray to God and worship Buddha every day, and I only hope that Big Brother Ding can be safe and peaceful." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of the veil, and a few hideous lines lay across her snow-white face. Red scar.

"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Ding Daxia. Do you think Ding Daxia cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, and the scars were a bit...a bit dazzling, but this shouldn't be the reason.

"Of course I know he will not despise me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with the pot of flowers in front of him, with a gentle smile on his lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife. ."

Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu was too lazy to fight these foolish men and women, and asked directly: "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you meet Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be lost. The underground suffers day and night. Did Miss Ling know that even if you didn’t make this vow, your father wouldn’t kill Ding Daxia for the sake of Liancheng Art?" Chapter 27 People are as pale as chrysanthemums

When I got to the upper floor, I felt that there were light saman dances everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depth of the room. Song Qingshu was not very abrupt, so I had to cough lightly to show that someone was coming up.

"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.

Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu sighed secretly, a beautiful woman who was devastated to death.

"Under the entrustment of Ding Daxia, come to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of some strong medicine, how can it attract your attention.

I only heard a thump, which seemed to be the sound of a stool hitting the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian and hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which Ding Daxia?"

I saw a young woman in a light yellow shirt running up to her, although her face was covered by a light gauze, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking closely, some red scars on the edge of the veil are looming, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing this woman with such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before her disfigurement.

"Master Ding Ding Ding ordered to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu respectfully bowed.

"Is he... okay recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.

"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the pipa bone was pierced, the hamstrings were picked, and then tortured in prison for several years, it wouldn't be considered good. "But I can't die for the time being."

Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all to blame for killing Big Brother Ding..."

"Miss Ling, since things have happened, it's not the time to talk about this," Song Qingshu remembered his intentions and asked hurriedly, "Why didn't you want to go so far with Ding Daxia?"

"My son must have seen it too. I am already ashamed. I pray to God and worship Buddha every day, and I only hope that Big Brother Ding can be safe and peaceful." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of the veil, and a few hideous lines lay across her snow-white face. Red scar.

"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Ding Daxia. Do you think Ding Daxia cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, and the scars were a bit...a bit dazzling, but this shouldn't be the reason.

"Of course I know he will not despise me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with the pot of flowers in front of him, with a gentle smile on his lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife. ."

Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu was too lazy to fight these foolish men and women, and asked directly: "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you meet Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be lost. The underground suffers day and night. Did Miss Ling know that even if you didn’t make this vow, your father wouldn’t kill Ding Daxia for the sake of Liancheng Art?" Chapter 27 People are as pale as chrysanthemums

When I got to the upper floor, I felt that there were light saman dances everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depth of the room. Song Qingshu was not very abrupt, so I had to cough lightly to show that someone was coming up.

"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.

Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu sighed secretly, a beautiful woman who was devastated to death.

"Under the entrustment of Ding Daxia, come to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of some strong medicine, how can it attract your attention.

I only heard a thump, which seemed to be the sound of a stool hitting the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian and hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which Ding Daxia?"

I saw a young woman in a light yellow shirt running up to her, although her face was covered by a light gauze, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking closely, some red scars on the edge of the veil are looming, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing this woman with such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before her disfigurement.

"Master Ding Ding Ding ordered to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu respectfully bowed.

"Is he... okay recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.

"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the pipa bone was pierced, the hamstrings were picked, and then tortured in prison for several years, it wouldn't be considered good. "But I can't die for the time being."

Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all to blame for killing Big Brother Ding..."

"Miss Ling, since things have happened, it's not the time to talk about this," Song Qingshu remembered his intentions and asked hurriedly, "Why didn't you want to go so far with Ding Daxia?"

"My son must have seen it too. I am already ashamed. I pray to God and worship Buddha every day, and I only hope that Big Brother Ding can be safe and peaceful." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of the veil, and a few hideous lines lay across her snow-white face. Red scar.

"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Ding Daxia. Do you think Ding Daxia cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, and the scars were a bit...a bit dazzling, but this shouldn't be the reason.

"Of course I know he will not despise me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with the pot of flowers in front of him, with a gentle smile on his lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife. ."

Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu was too lazy to fight these foolish men and women, and asked directly: "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you meet Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be lost. The underground suffers day and night. Did Miss Ling know that even if you didn’t make this vow, your father wouldn’t kill Ding Daxia for the sake of Liancheng Art?" Chapter 27 People are as pale as chrysanthemums

When I got to the upper floor, I felt that there were light saman dances everywhere, and there was a vague figure in the depth of the room. Song Qingshu was not very abrupt, so I had to cough lightly to show that someone was coming up.

"Who?" Although Ling Shuanghua was alarmed, he didn't show anything special, just asked casually.

Feeling the indifference in her tone, Song Qingshu sighed secretly, a beautiful woman who was devastated to death.

"Under the entrustment of Ding Daxia, come to visit Miss Ling." Song Qingshu couldn't think of some strong medicine, how can it attract your attention.

I only heard a thump, which seemed to be the sound of a stool hitting the ground. Sure enough, Ling Shuanghua heard the news of Ding Dian and hurried out, opened the gauze curtain, and looked at Song Qingshu anxiously: "Which Ding Daxia?"

I saw a young woman in a light yellow shirt running up to her, although her face was covered by a light gauze, she couldn't hide the anxiety on her face. Looking closely, some red scars on the edge of the veil are looming, Song Qingshu secretly sighed, seeing this woman with such a graceful figure, what a beauty she must have been before her disfigurement.

"Master Ding Ding Ding ordered to come here and ask Miss Ling a few words." Song Qingshu respectfully bowed.

"Is he... okay recently?" Ling Shuanghua's voice trembled a little.

"Uh... I'm afraid it's not very good." Song Qingshu thought to himself, if the pipa bone was pierced, the hamstrings were picked, and then tortured in prison for several years, it wouldn't be considered good. "But I can't die for the time being."

Ling Shuanghua smiled sadly: "It's all to blame for killing Big Brother Ding..."

"Miss Ling, since things have happened, it's not the time to talk about this," Song Qingshu remembered his intentions and asked hurriedly, "Why didn't you want to go so far with Ding Daxia?"

"My son must have seen it too. I am already ashamed. I pray to God and worship Buddha every day, and I only hope that Big Brother Ding can be safe and peaceful." Ling Shuanghua gently lifted a corner of the veil, and a few hideous lines lay across her snow-white face. Red scar.

"Miss Ling, I have always admired the love between you and Ding Daxia. Do you think Ding Daxia cares about your appearance?" Song Qingshu frowned, and the scars were a bit...a bit dazzling, but this shouldn't be the reason.

"Of course I know he will not despise me," Ling Shuanghua sat down slowly at the table, fiddled with the pot of flowers in front of him, with a gentle smile on his lips, "It's just that I don't want him to marry such an ugly wife. ."

Hearing that she was obviously insincere, Song Qingshu was too lazy to fight these foolish men and women, and asked directly: "I heard that Lord Ling forced you to make a poisonous oath, saying that if you meet Ding Dian again in this life, your mother's soul will be lost. The underground suffers day and night. Did Miss Ling know that even if you didn't make this vow, your father wouldn't kill Ding Daxia for the Liancheng Art?"