My Stunning Mrs. President

Zhao Xiaotian's expression froze, and he shook his head lightly.

The movements were gentle and graceful, until Song Qingcheng wiped off the blood and dirt on his face, and then gave him a reproachful look, "Fool, you are still the hardest when you are beaten!"

Standing on tiptoe, Wei Wei carefully adjusted his messy collar with a pair of weak and boneless hands, and patted the dirt on his body, "Do you know why I hit you?"

Zhao Xiaotian didn't speak, but still shook his head.

Unexpectedly, the woman sighed softly and murmured softly, "Yesterday, at the head of the Tang Sect at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, the pinnacle fought and escaped death. After the end, why didn't you call me to report that you are safe?"

Feeling lost, the voice was a little low, "At least you know, although this is the grievance between your Zhao family and the Tang family, our Song family can't intervene, but I am worried about you! I have been waiting for more than four hours, waiting for your call."

"Although I knew the result right away! But I still hope that you tell me yourself, not through our Song family's intelligence system!"

Zhao Xiaotian still didn't speak, for some reason, he felt a little inexplicably sad.

After a short silence, Song Qingcheng stared at him blankly, "Today, in front of so many people, I beat you up, do you feel it's embarrassing?"

Zhao Xiaotian touched his nose, smiled wryly, and nodded honestly, "A little bit!"

"Fool!" But this woman smiled again, she was so beautiful, "Now, you are the master of a generation of powerful martial arts, and you are already famous for fighting against the two great masters of the Tang Sect alone. Move the world's most incomparable characters!"

"From now on, I will never hit you again!"

While talking, a slender hand took advantage of the situation and held his big hand, and the palms were pressed tightly against each other.

In an instant, Zhao Xiaotian only felt a soft energy coming from the palm, passing through the palm continuously like mountains and empty valleys, penetrating every acupoint of the eight extraordinary meridians all over his body, guiding his internally injured and disordered energy just now.

After 3 full minutes, he didn't let go of his hand until he no longer felt any discomfort in his body and his face turned rosy.

Yun Danfeng smiled softly, and his voice was as gentle as the sounds of nature, "Let's go, let's accompany the old man together, and send incense sticks to Mr. Su! Even though today, none of Duan Dao Liu's filthy bastards can survive, and blood will inevitably splatter On the spot, it is unavoidable to desecrate old master Su's spirit in heaven! But the dead are the most important, before doing anything, you should bow and apologize first, it is still right!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked lightly with Zhao Qingniu towards the new grave in front of him!

Zhao Xiaotian was taken aback for a second, naturally followed up obediently!

But at this time, I don't know if my brain was twitching, and I rushed to her, grinning and showing a simple, honest and stupid smile.

The old man blushed slightly, "Cough...can I hold your hand?"

Unexpectedly, Song Qingcheng just tilted his head and glared at him, "What do you think? Why don't you try?"

In an instant, Zhao Xiaotian trembled in fright!

He hurriedly retracted the hand that had been stretched out in mid-air, his old face was pale and quickly laughed along, "Hey, forget it, just kidding, don't dare..."

"Pfft..." There was a muffled sound, like a heavy object hitting.

However, in an instant, before he finished speaking, his body flew out like a kite with a broken thread.

I don't know by coincidence, but it was done on purpose, neither crooked nor slanted, and it just happened to land on the towering tree where Cao Wuye was still hanging in a mess!

With a "crack", the branches couldn't bear it, and the two of them rolled down alive, and fell down again with their mouths full of mud and dizziness.

Zhao Xiaotian got up in embarrassment, and in an instant, his old face flushed red, mixed with shame and grief, "Damn woman, you took the wrong medicine again? I said it all, just kidding. Why are you beating me?"

Jumping like thunder, he hopped his feet in anger, "Also, didn't you just say that you would never beat me again? You broke your promise!"

However, Song Qingcheng just stared at him coldly, "What? You even believe what women say? Don't you know that women are best at making unreasonable troubles and turning back on each other?"

I didn't bother to talk to him anymore, turned around, and continued to walk forward!

Ever since, Zhao Daxia has another tragedy!

The old man's face was blue and red, and he wanted to cry but had no tears, but he could only hang his head in mourning, and followed up obediently!

It's just that at this time, what he didn't see was that the woman had just turned around, and that stunning face was already a faint blush.

The smile is like a flower, with a variety of styles.

The white teeth are lightly opened, and the breath is faintly murmured, "A fool..."

……

The three of them walked to the grave of Mrs. Su, and soon someone brought them the sacrifices that had been prepared!

Take the scented wax, light it, bow, worship!

As an elder, Zhao Qingniu naturally stood in the center, but his old eye sockets suddenly became moist!

In any case, it is unavoidably depressing and desolate for a dear friend of the past to pass away like this and return to the loess!

According to common sense, Su Wanxi, as the new head of the family, the most core leader and backbone, should come forward to accompany him to answer the gift, but because of the special situation at this time, or because of other reasons, he didn't make any moves.

Even, as the eldest mistress of the Zhao family, she didn't come forward to kowtow to Zhao Qingniu, which seemed somewhat rude!

Weiruo Taishan was still standing at the front of the group of members of the Su family, his eyes fixed on the woman in the red dress with the long sword on her back from the beginning to the end!

His expression was extremely alert, even carrying a bit of biting chill!It's just that for some reason, a pair of beautiful eyes are faintly flickering with tears!

I can't hide it any longer, how much sorrow is greater than the misery of death, how sad it is to lose all hope!

After three or four minutes, the worship is finally over!

Out of respect for the deceased, due etiquette is finally over!

Until then, Zhao Xiaocai turned around slowly, and looked at the 20 or more Aces of Duan Dao Liu who were still surrounded by the eyes of tigers in the distance, his face was already gloomy and murderous!

He hesitated a little, but still decisively issued an order, ordering the more than 30 elites of Xiaotianmen to retreat to the side!

It's not that he is soft-hearted towards Duan Dao Liu, or selfish to protect his weaknesses!

After all, Su Mingqing and Duan Dao Liu were able to win a big victory in the battle of the Tang Sect's master helm yesterday, and to get Tang Zongheng's scepter and seal.

Today, turning around and using the elite of Xiaotianmen to kill Duan Dao Liu Pain, after all, it is unjust!

Even, this is him, who owes that woman a kindness!He has a guilty conscience for this kindness, and he can't repay it if he can't repay it!

If I guessed right, the reason why Song Qingcheng just broke Su Mingqing's hand and his martial arts, but did not take his life, should also be due to the fact that one of the five Duan Dao Liu war gods fought against Tang Sect yesterday. In the face of helping each other!

Song Qingcheng stood side by side with him, his expression was much calmer!

At this moment, without the slightest hesitation, he just said coldly to the group of Song family elites, "Let's do it! No one will be left behind!"