Chapter 370 Junior Sister

Seeing that Xiaolongnu was sitting in her arms as if she was stupid, Song Qingshu was uncomfortable.

Although he enjoyed the feeling of holding Xiaolongnu like this, there was no sight in the lobby, and there was Bingxue sitting beside him, so his nerves were not so big.

Feeling Song Qingshu's hand on his slender waist and gently helped him, Xiaolongnu woke up as if she was dreaming and quickly stood up. A faint blush appeared on her cold and frosty face for the first time.

Under Bing Xueer's strange gaze, Song Qingshu smiled awkwardly and quickly answered Ouyang Feng's words to divert everyone's attention: I have always admired Bei Qiaofeng's heroism. I think his heroic spirit should be disdainful to hide his head and tail like me.

Looking at the mask on his face, the people in the lobby burst into laughter with kindness, and they were full of affection for his courage to laugh at his self-deprecating personality, of course, except for the Mongolian group.

With your martial arts, you must be a well-known figure in the world, so why don’t you dare to show your true face?

Zhao Min has always liked to control the overall situation, and she naturally felt deeply afraid of such a master with an inexplicable origin.

Because I am so handsome, in order to prevent you from falling in love with me as a flowery girl when she sees me, I have to wear a mask.

With the mask covering it, Song Qingshu was like a child who did something wrong and didn't have to be afraid of punishment, and he returned to the unscrupulous and slight slightness he used to be.

Bing Xueer showed a hint of laughter and crying. Of course, she was wearing a mask and no one could see her expression clearly. The little dragon girl next to her also looked at him in surprise, with an expression that she had never seen such a shameless person before.

Everyone in the lobby could hear him teasing Zhao Min. Anyway, watching the show was not a big deal, and they burst into laughter and whistles were flying all over the sky.

Zhao Min's face turned cold and she said coldly: Mr. Lu, Mr. He, slap my mouth for me.

Lu Zhanke and He Biweng served Zhao Min for a long time. They knew her temper clearly and were ready to take action. After hearing her orders, the two attacked Song Qingshu without hesitation.

The two elders Xuanming each stretched out a palm, one covered Song Qingshu's big acupoint on his chest, the other attacked his lower abdomen and the other slapped his face.

The two cooperated intimately. If the enemy wanted to resist the palms attacking their bodies, they would inevitably be slapped twice. If they reached out to block the hands attacking their face, the dantian would be destroyed at the worst, and the worst was death.

Not to mention ordinary masters, even the top masters would be embarrassed by their move when they were caught off guard.

Miss Dragon, I borrow your sword.

When Xiaolongnu just heard the sound in her ears, she felt empty in her hands and was shocked. A master of swordsman even didn't even know how his sword was taken away. It was really incredible.

The two elders Xuanming suddenly felt a brilliant sword light appearing in front of them. In a shock, they quickly changed their tricks to take out their respective weapons from their arms.

After a dragon roar, the two elders retreated several feet in a mess, looking at the half-parted crane-mouthed pen and deer-headed stick in their hands, and looked like they were still scared.

Miss Long, do you want to kill Zhao Zhijing?After forcing the two elders of Xuanming to retreat, Song Qingshu turned his head and looked at Xiaolongnu and asked.

Before Xiaolongnu could turn around, she nodded subconsciously.

If you want to kill Zhao Zhijing, you don’t have to make any bet with the princess.

Song Qingshu smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared from the spot. Everyone blinked their eyes and stood there again, as if he had never moved from beginning to end. The only difference was that there was a bright red blood bead hanging on the tip of the sword in his hand.

Ji~ A strange sound sounded in the lobby, and everyone turned their heads to look. Zhao Zhijing, who was hiding behind the Mongolian warrior, covered his throat, and looked in disbelief, slowly fell down.

The room was in an uproar, especially the Mongolian group, stood up one after another. Even the leader of the Vajra Sect and the Taoist Baisun who had been silent were shocked. If Song Qingshu's sword was so fast that if he was unprepared for it, he would probably have blood splattered on the spot.

Since seeing Zhao Zhijing, Zhao Min quickly had a plan to control the Quanzhen Sect, but all of this disappeared with Zhao Zhijing's death. She couldn't help but look at Song Qingshu in shock and angrily: Who are you?

Song Qingshu took the tip of the sword in front of him, let out a gentle breath, and the blood beads immediately scattered, and said in a strange and sad tone: You can call me Ximen Chuxue.

In his previous life, every boy fantasized when he was a child that one day he would be as fluttering as Ximen Chuxue in white, and a long sword was invincible in the world. When Song Qingshu found that he could reach this level vaguely, he sadly found that he could never go back to the wonderful world before.

Ximen Chuxue?

Zhao Min was stunned. With the powerful intelligence network of Ruyang Palace, he had never heard of this person. He was worried that he was a martial arts elder. He turned his head and looked at Taoist Baishun. Seeing that the other party shook his head and signaled, he felt even more confused.

The reason why Song Qingshu chose to kill Zhao Zhijing and let Yin Zhiping go was because he felt that Yin Zhiping was the so-called dragon knight in the Western magic world. In the world of "The Three-Body Problem", he could also be called Xiaolongnu's Breaking Wall Man...

No matter which one, his life and death should be decided by Xiaolongnu himself.

Of course, Song Qingshu didn't know that this peerless tragedy had not happened in this world...

As for scum like Zhao Zhijing, Song Qingshu has always looked down on him and helped Xiaolongnu cook.

Miss Dragon, your sword.

Song Qingshu held the sword and carefully handed it to Xiaolongnu. Looking at her peerless face, her heart was filled with pity. How stingy God is, why can't he tolerate something too perfect in the world?

Well, I was stunned by Fenghua from the sword he had just now. Xiaolongnu took it with some helplessness, thank you.

They are all family, it should be.Song Qingshu smiled faintly.

Family?Xiaolongnu was slightly angry. Although this person had great martial arts skills, he spoke a little confusedly.

Let me introduce you to you. Song Qingshu pulled Bing Xueer over. My wife is also the descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect. Judging from her age, you and Li Mochou should both call her senior sister. As for me, you can call me brother-in-law...Oh!

Seeing Song Qingshu saying that he was his wife in front of everyone, Bingxue'er wanted to get into the crack in the ground. Fortunately, there was a mask blocking her, so she had to comfort herself that others could not recognize her anyway. When she heard that he was still talking nonsense, she pinched his waist angrily.

Senior sister?Xiaolongnu looked puzzled. She had never heard of her master or other successor Ah.

Bingxue'er smiled slightly, and gently brushed her sleeves on the table. All the chopsticks in the bamboo tube jumped out. Bingxue'er stretched out her snow-white hands and slapped them up and down and left and right. Dozens of chopsticks seemed to be controlled by an invisible hand and fixed in the air. None of them fell to the ground.

The net of heaven and earth!Xiaolongnu looked surprised, without any doubt in her heart, and shouted in a delicate voice, Senior Sister~