Beacon quenching beauty

Song Qingshu closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze. The voices of several people talking faintly sounded in his ears, as if they were far away, the voices were thin and intermittent, if there was nothing: ...

A young man said, "Let me see Brother Song's injury."

The cold female voice replied, "There is no need to be merciful when a cat cries for a mouse."

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Another rough man's voice interjected, "Master, I was thinking about the old relationship with your head, so I treated this Song. In fact, everyone who bullies his master and betrays his father has to be killed. In short, what are you talking about, you evil nun?"

The woman sneered and said, "The head of my Emei sect has been passed down from generation to generation, and they are all pure and pure women. If the head of Zhou is not a young girl who guards her body like a jade, how can she be the head of this sect? Hmph, traitors like Song Qingshu stay in this sect. You can tarnish the name of the head of Zhou. Nephew Li, Nephew Long, send this guy back to the Wudang faction!"

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Song Qingshu could tell that the young man speaking in front was Mingjiao Jiaozhuan Wuji, and the woman's voice was Jinghui, a disciple of the Jingzi generation of the Emei School.

His head was covered with cold sweat, and he wanted to shout out, "I'm not a traitor! I'm sincere to Zhiruo! Why don't you think that I've stained your head's name when I acted as Emei's disciple at the hero conference? What about my head? Now I am seriously injured in the martial arts competition, and I am no different from a disabled person. You are going to send me back to Wudang to die! You can’t do this! ! Zhiruo, you are so cruel!!"

However, it took a lot of effort to feed her breasts, her lips couldn't move, and she struggled desperately, finally yelled "Yeah", opened her eyes and woke up, sat up in the dark, and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with her sleeves.

I remembered that time in my dream again!

The lingering nightmare, I can force myself to forget it during the day, but it will fall into a dream when I fall asleep at night, like a poisonous vine in my heart, it will stretch out from time to time to wrap around his heart, liver and lungs, and then twist a few times .

The dream is the most painful and painful memory in his life that he has personally experienced.

At that time, as a disciple of Emei and the husband of the head of Zhou, he fought hard against the second master Yu Lianzhou in the Shaolin martial arts conference. He tried his best and was seriously injured in the end.

During the few days lying in the stretcher, the zombies were generally unable to speak or move, but they could hear every word of the conversation between Emei disciples and Zhang Wuji, which was heartbreaking.It was a miracle that he didn't die of a broken heart.

Song Qingshu sat in the dark shaking his head, telling himself to forget about it, don't think about it, it's already a thing of the past.

But the following scenes still popped up uncontrollably in my mind:

The Emei disciples really threw him back in front of the second master Yu Lianzhou.

Everyone was taken aback.

Yu Lianzhou even asked in surprise, "What... what? Isn't he the husband of your head?"

Jinghui replied bitterly at that time, "Hmph, how can my head take such a person seriously? She couldn't be more angry than Zhang Wuji, who changed his mind and ran away from marriage, humiliating the faction before the heroes of the world, and tricked this kid into pretending to be something. Husband. Who would have known... hum, if I knew this, why should my head bear such a bad name? Right now she...she..."

Thinking about it now, Song Qingshu still feels blood dripping from his heart, it turned out that Zhang Wuji was so angry that he changed his mind and ran away from marriage...so he tricked him into pretending to be her husband...why should he bear such a bad name...! ! ! ! !

These words make people want to cry and laugh, Song Qingshu's true feelings, life and death are just worth being used, pretending to be Zhou Zhiruo's husband to stimulate Zhang Wuji, and after using it, he still hates the head of Zhou for having him. Husband has a bad name... a bad name...

Hahahahaha... After lying to him, he still thinks he has a bad name... Funny!Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this?Is there a more stupid fool than him!

Hahahaha... The self-deprecating laughter in the darkness gradually turned into a miserable laugh... He covered his face tightly with his hands, but still couldn't stop the tears from flowing from between his fingers.

Suddenly, a fat middle-aged woman came in with an oil lamp, "Mr. Song, are you having nightmares again?"

He took a porcelain bottle by the bed very skillfully, poured out two vermilion pills and fed it to him first, then went to the basin in the corner of the room, twisted a wet towel, and wiped his head and face.

The tears and cold sweat on his face were wiped clean.

"Okay, just lie down and sleep, the effect of this Ningshen pill will come up in a while."

Song Qingshu lay down as he said, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Aunt Niu, to disturb your sleep at night again."

The fat woman was very kind, "Look at what you said, why are you being polite, I live here to take care of you." After he fell asleep, he tucked the quilt for him, and then picked up the tableware Oil lamp, turn around and go out.

Song Qingshu lay in the dark with his eyes wide open. He suffered such a serious injury, and later he was slapped on the heart by the Grand Master, but he didn't die. I really don't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

Sometimes I think it would be better to die, because I don’t have to suffer from these pains.

But just thinking about it, he is still young, and he still misses all kinds of things in the world, so it is better not to die or not to die.

I feel the effect of Ningshen Pill slowly onset, my mind is no longer agitated and resentful, and there is a faint feeling of drowsiness welling up.

Close your eyes, tell yourself, don't think about it, go to sleep, since you are not dead, you have to live.