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Song Qingshu felt a chill behind him when he saw it, and thought that the women in this world were really terrible, there was Tang Sai'er in the past, and now Mrs. Peach Blossom, and there was actually a mechanism hidden in her delicate red lips, which was really unguardable.

Thinking about it, his expression suddenly changed, there will be no woman hiding there in this world, right, in that case, which man can prevent it? Song Qingshu only felt a chill between his legs.

Mrs. Peach Blossom held her hand to avoid alarming the guards outside the door with a collision sound, and after helping the other party to the bed, she quickly let go of her hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped it on her hand, with a disgusted expression on her face.

Throwing away the handkerchief, Mrs. Peach Blossom got up and walked around the house, and from time to time she picked up some of Yan Yan's recitals and looked at them, pouting as she looked. ∵∵∵ it, v.¢ ≮.≦

Song Qingshu secretly complained, looking at Mrs. Peach Blossom's leisurely appearance, it was obvious that she did not plan to leave, but planned to mix here until dawn, did she want to hide on the beam of the house and eat ashes all night?

"I don't know how she will deal with it after Yan Kang wakes up?" Song Qingshu moved his gaze to Wan Yan Kang, and found that although he was closing his eyes tightly at the moment, his face showed the appearance of a pig brother, and his whole body was unconsciously moving.

"Spring dreams again?" Song Qingshu quickly reacted, it should be the effect of the pink smoke, and it seems that it should have the effect of confusing the mind.

No wonder she was so calm! Song Qingshu suddenly realized, if he guessed correctly, after waking up the next day, Yan Yan would only take the things in his dream as real, thinking that he really went to Wushan with Mrs. Peach Blossom last night.

"It's really a good medicine!" Song Qingshu was amazed, when the time comes, he will get some of this medicine himself, and it will be much easier to deal with Yan Liang in the future.

Mrs. Peach Blossom looked at it for a while, perhaps because she was tired of watching, and threw the fold in her hand, as if muttering to herself: "Let's take off the makeup on my face first, my skin can't stand it overnight." ”

Song Qingshu was refreshed when he heard this, it seems that no matter what age a woman is, she will take care of her skin carefully, so it is just right, just to see where this Peach Blossom Lady is sacred.

Madame Peach looked around, came to a table with a bronze mirror, first removed the golden hairpin, then removed the earrings, and then began to rub her ten fingers lightly on her face.

Song Qingshu watched with interest, but it didn't take long for his face to change, and a woman with a high nose and snow skin and blue autumn waves gradually appeared in front of him, and at a glance he knew that it was not the Middle-earth clan.

In fact, her current appearance is not too different from before, and she can still see the shadow just now, which is seven or eight points similar. I don't know how she got it, she changed a few places, and she actually hid the biggest feature on her body, although Song Qingshu faintly felt that this Peach Blossom Lady's nose was a little stiff just now, but just because she was a Jurchen, she didn't think about it anywhere else, but she didn't expect her to be a foreigner.

Rao is Song Qingshu has seen countless foreign beauties in his previous life, what Sophie Marceau, Ellie, Eva Green, Jessica Alba, Jennifer Aniston, Haydn Panettie, Jennifer Connelly, Megan Fox...... is still amazed by the Peach Blossom Lady in front of her, the years do not seem to have left any traces on her, even if she stands with Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo, people who don't know will only think that she is a sister, and will not think that she is almost a generation older.

She has both the shyness of a girl and the style of a mature woman, Song Qingshu is racking her brains at the moment, who is this woman!

With her peerless appearance, she is an alien woman, and she will never be unknown, and suddenly he suddenly thought of two beautiful alien women in the golden book.

Princess Xiangxiang is not the right age, p!

Then there is only one person left, and that is the former world's first beauty, the purple-shirted dragon king Dai Qisi!

But according to the plot, shouldn't the purple-shirted dragon king go back to Persia with his daughter Xiao Zhao at this time?

Maybe Song Qingshu was thinking too much, and unconsciously leaned out of the beam, just as Mrs. Peach Blossom was dressing up in the mirror again, and saw that there was actually someone on the beam from the mirror!

Mrs. Peach Blossom was suddenly startled, but she quietly picked up the golden hairpin on the table, and with a wave of her sleeves, the golden hairpin shot at Song Qingshu silently.

Although Song Qingshu was a little distracted, the instinct of the master was still there, and when he sensed the danger, he hurriedly flashed to the side, narrowly avoiding the imminent golden hairpin.

can actually use an ordinary golden hairpin so superbly, Song Qingshu is even more shocked, this secret weapon technique, I am afraid that there are very few people in the rivers and lakes who can beat her.

A fragrant wind struck, Mrs. Peach Blossom had already attacked with a sinking face, Song Qingshu was on tiptoe, and hurriedly jumped to the ground from the beam, the other party was also on tiptoe, and his body was fast and peerless chasing after him, compared to Song Qingshu's chic, there was another unspeakable mystery and weirdness, like a ghost, like a ghost, like a spirit.

Song Qingshu frowned, although her light skill looked a little familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, it was very different from the light skill master she had seen before. Soon he laughed dumbly, no one was from Middle-earth, and the martial arts he learned were of course very different from the Central Plains Light Martial Arts, so what was strange about him not seeing it.

The reason why Song Qingshu wanted to hide just now was because he was worried that the skills of the two would be leaked, and the beam would not be able to withstand the toss, in case it was broken and caused by the vigilance of the guards outside, it would be troublesome, but now that he was on the flat ground, he had no scruples, and when he saw that she was pressing, he did not dodge or dodge, and reached out to her palm to meet it.

I didn't have time to feel the touch of the skin, but I felt a cold air from the palm of my hand, which soon spread from my hands to my chest.

Song Qingshu frowned slightly, as soon as the skill was running, the cold air disappeared, but Mrs. Peach Blossom's face changed greatly at the moment, she had already understood that the other party's martial arts were far above her in the contact just now, and the surging palm power in the other party's palm, if she hadn't resolved it with a secret method, she would have vomited blood and been seriously injured at this moment.

With a thought, she hurriedly tried to distance the two, but Song Qingshu would give her a chance, changed her palm to a claw, and firmly grasped her palm, Mrs. Peach Blossom was restrained with one hand, and the other hand hurriedly attacked the big hole on Song Qingshu's neck, the angle was extremely tricky and weird, if the average Central Plains master met for the first time, maybe he would suffer a big loss, but Song Qingshu has now reached the realm of returning to the basics, although the martial arts form is ever-changing, but the essence is no different in his opinion, the fingers lightly brushed on her wrist, half of Mrs. Peach Blossom's body is numb, how can there be strength in her hands？

Grabbing her palm with one hand and her wrist with the other, seeing that she was still trying to resist, Song Qingshu made a mistake with both hands and locked her whole body with her own hands: "Who are you?"

After reading the comments for a while, no one seemed to have guessed

What about the monthly pass (treacherous face)