Women's procrastination can't be said

Song Qingwu felt that there was something strange in her tone, so he turned his head.

Song Fangzhu's expression was very strange, with suspicion, confusion, anger, and surprise, and there were a few teardrops hanging from the corners of his eyes. These were the superficial layers that Song Qingwu could see, and he was not interested in observing the rest.

Knowing that Song Fangzhu must have known something, he was relieved instead.It's fine if it's her, others...

"Aren't we a family?" Song Fangzhu pouted and looked a little more serious.

Song Qingwu nodded slightly.

"Then you, you...why did you hide it from me?" Song Zhuangzhu became anxious, stammered, his face flushed, and she felt inexplicably embarrassed when she said something?

"Sorry." Song Qingwu did not deny his concealment.

Song Xunzhu was still skeptical about what he saw, but before he asked Song Qingwu, he admitted it openly, and for a moment Song Xunzhu stood there with the corner of his mouth twitching.

Today may be the most memorable day in her life. Zhou Zhiyuan, who was not her own father but better than her own father, died in battle, Song Yuyan was seriously injured, comatose and dying, and the ninth team was almost wiped out.Before she had time to digest these things, she was shocked by Song Qingwu so that she was scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Sister." Song Qingwu walked up to her at some point and suddenly called out.

Song Fangzhu raised his eyebrows, he was very pleased with this title after nine years of absence: "What's wrong?"

"Please don't spread this matter." Song Qingwu bowed to her with a sincere attitude.

"It's natural." Song Fangzhu said without hesitation. This matter is related to the safety of Song State and Song Qingwu, and she is very clear about the seriousness of it.Looking down and seeing Song Qingwu's dark head, Song Zhuzhu wanted to raise his hand and hammer a few times, but he couldn't hold back his strike after all, thinking of something.

It's not what it used to be... Song Qingwu now is no longer that idle little boy.

"What's the matter with the hand?" Song Fangzhu suddenly remembered another thing, and glanced worriedly at Song Qingwu's hanging left hand.

"It's okay." Song Qingwu's body froze obviously.

"Treat him as soon as possible, you want to become disabled..." Song Fangzhu felt that his attitude was too cold, and the bloody scene he saw just now was really terrifying, so he really wanted to yell at him.

"Where is Zixia?" Song Qingwu didn't want to mention this at all, so he immediately changed the subject.

"Over there." Song Fangzhu pointed him to a certain military tent, and seeing that he was about to leave with his coat on casually, he instructed, "It's cold, take care of your body."

Song Qingwu nodded his thanks and left.Seeing his indifferent appearance, Song Fangzhu became furious, turned around and left, and angrily threw himself into Qin Qing's arms not far away.

"Stinky little... Qingwu...!"

Qin Qing buried her head dumbfoundingly, the petite woman couldn't please Song Qingwu, so she vented her anger on her child's father, biting his clothes with her small mouth and refusing to let go.

At this time, how can Song Fangzhu have the majesty as a left-wing general?

Qin Qing was not in a hurry to pull out his clothes, so he buried his head and smiled at her.

Both of them were dressed in white, covered with snow and flying catkins. The man of peerless elegance and the petite woman hugged each other under the tree, warm and romantic.

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He Zixia is also the owner of the Noumenon Pill, and his self-healing ability is not a problem. He woke up shortly after Song Qingwu woke up.Sitting up, this strange place made him feel a little confused.

A gust of cool wind suddenly blew inside the tent, and Song Qingwu had already closed the curtain when He Zixia turned his head.

Her long hair was loose, her Tsing Yi was casually draped over her shoulders, and there were still a few pinches of pure white snow on her shoulders.He Zixia breathed a sigh of relief seeing that he was only a little pale and that he was fine.

His throat was dry and sore, He Zixia stood up and wanted to find water to drink. At this moment, a slender hand steadily handed over a glass of water.After He Zixia thanked him, he did it without any hesitation.

Song Qingwu found a place to sit down at random, and indifferently patted the white snow off his body.

"How is Xiaoyan?" He Zixia knew that neither of them had succeeded in getting out the inner alchemy, so he asked Song Yuyan worriedly.

"It's okay." Song Qingwu raised his eyes, and his voice was cool.

He Zixia was completely relieved, scanned for a week, and said, "How long will it take to go back? I really can't stand this ghostly place. I'll really make up for it when I go back to the imperial city. When the time comes, you take Xiaoyan there and take care of yourself." Let's have a meal and see how thin she has become."

A trace of loneliness and uneasiness flashed quickly in Song Qingwu's eyes, and he said in a neutral tone: "I don't need me, she has a fiancé."

He Zixia was stunned for a moment when he heard this, before realizing who this "fiancé" was, and asked with a very teasing expression: "Yo, that's sour."

Song Qingwu returned a cold glance.

"When Xiaoyan wakes up, stay with her well. You can see that she misses you very much." He Zixia was shocked by being seen, and immediately became serious, not daring to joke anymore.

"En." Song Qingwu nodded.

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Song Yuyan feels that there is always a force that lures her to a certain bright place. The slightly green light direction contains an aura that she has been away for a long time, but it is mixed with many strange things, making her hesitate in her steps. decision.

In the end it passed.

With a cough, she woke up.

Her eyes were blurred, her whole body was warm, except her forehead felt cold, but before her pupils could focus, the coldness moved away.

Tilting his head, his eyes looked directly at a strange yet familiar face.

Tsing Yi was casually draped over his shoulders, his long hair was loose, his tight mouth and fair skin set off his slightly feminine handsomeness.Those strange eyes were actually gray and white under the dark green. They didn't contain a trace of emotion, but they could directly hit the depths of Song Yuyan's heart.

Breathing suddenly became a lot faster, the hands under the quilt subconsciously clutched the sheets under her body, her long eyelashes fluttered, Song Yuyan looked at Song Qingwu deeply nervously.

Song Yuyan had a fever all the time, and Song Qingwu was touching her forehead to test the temperature, but she didn't expect her to wake up suddenly.But what puzzled him a little was that after waking up, Song Yuyan stared straight at him with an unclear expression.

Song Qingwu didn't say anything, and looked at her quietly.

"Hi..." After staring at it for a while, Song Yuyan realized how rude she was, her little face flushed instantly, extremely hot, she hurriedly looked away, and let out an embarrassing high.

Song Qingwu raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied politely: "Hi." The worry in his heart was even worse. Could it be that his brain was burnt out?

"You, why are you here?" Song Yuyan's eyes were erratic, and his breathing was very rapid.

Hearing this, Song Qingwu nonchalantly took out the token that Song Yuyan asked Zhou Hege to give him.

Sitting up with difficulty, Song Qingwu stretched out his hand to help her lean against the head of the bed, Song Yuyan took the token and groped gently.The bumpy touch was extremely unreal, but it reminded her that she went to the gate of hell and came back alive.