The third verse is the fulfillment of the wish

However, although the male and female Heavenly Dragon Sword is a shadowless flying sword, under the little girl's natural intuition, no matter how much it hides its tracks, it will be blocked by the little girl. Fang Qingshu was furious, and simply commanded the male and female Heavenly Dragon Swords to burst into countless tiny sword leaves, surrounding the little girl to carry out intensive attacks.

But under the protection of the Chiyou Battle Spirit Flag, the little girl still easily resisted this wave of offensive. In desperation, Fang Qingshu had no choice but to use the Burst Mother Gu.

And this time, it was almost immediately, it turned out that Zi Gu's teleportation was able to pass through the banner of the Chiyou Battle Soul Banner and explode directly outside the innate qi of the little girl's protective body. In this way, as long as Fang Qingshu keeps bombarding indiscriminately, he can easily exhaust the little girl's innate qi.

It is true that although the little girl even borrowed the power of the Chiyou Battle Spirit Banner, under the bombardment of tens of thousands of Burst Gu, she only lasted less than an hour before her innate qi was exhausted. In the end, Fang Qingshu, the bad guy, actually commanded a few sword leaves to rush to the little girl's side, tearing her middle and outer clothes, leaving only three-point bikini underwear.

"Damn bad guy!" the little girl threw the Chiyou Battle Spirit Flag in anger, squatted down with her knees hugged, and kept sobbing.

"Don't cry, I'm wrong, can't I!" Fang Qingshu saw that the little girl was angry and cried, and hurriedly ran over to apologize, and deliberately took off his coat and put it on the little girl.

"Hmph, you bad guy, you know how to make tricks!" Although the little girl put on her clothes, she was still unconvinced.

"Faint!" Fang Qingshu couldn't help but succumb and said, "This is a dignified battle, I just used some tactics that suit me, how can it be called a yin move?"

"Just call, just call!" the little girl said angrily: "No one can find you, how can you fight this?"

"That's your problem, does it only matter if I give up my strengths to fight you?" Fang Qingshu said helplessly.

"But you're too sloppy, aren't you?" said the little girl.

"The purpose of fighting is to knock down the other party, in order to achieve this goal, we can use any means, including deception, of course!" Fang Qingshu said solemnly: "Aren't you the same?"

"Nonsense, when have people ever lied to someone?" the little girl immediately retorted.

"Then let me ask you, do you have any false tricks in your marksmanship?" Fang Qingshu asked with a smile.

"Yes!" the little girl nodded and said, "False moves in martial arts are essential!

"The so-called false trick is actually to deceive the opponent and make him misjudge, so as to give you an opportunity to take advantage of it, right?" Fang Qingshu said with a smile: "Since you can deceive people, why can't I deceive people?"

"But how is this the same?" said the little girl, crying and laughing.

"How is it different, you use false tricks to deceive the opponent, and I use stealth to deceive the opponent, since they are all deceiving people, then everyone is the same?" Fang Qingshu said proudly: "Besides, fighting is not more than strength, but more skill, right? I used the skill of stealth to win What's wrong with you? In addition, I used this before, but you saw through it, and you didn't protest at that time? Why do you lose now, but you have to regret it?"

"Who regretted it!" The little girl was explained by Fang Qingshu, and quickly understood that she had indeed lost, after all, no one would tell you anything on the battlefield, and whoever survived would be the winner. So after she figured it out, she immediately glanced at Fang Qingshu, then bit her lip and said softly: "People don't have the strength to do it now." If you're going to do something bad, you'd better hurry!"

"Xue'er!" Fang Qingshu immediately shouted excitedly, and then gently took the little girl into his arms.

"Yes!" the little girl snorted with her nose, then closed her eyes tremblingly, but gently pursed her delicate lips, looking like she was picking up.

Fang Qingshu couldn't bear it, and immediately put his mouth up and sucked for a while. As a master of **, Fang Qingshu's French wet kiss made the little girl who had experienced this for the first time tremble lightly, and she was fascinated. So much so that she couldn't help but stretch out a pair of jade arms and tightly wrap her arms around Fang Qingshu's neck.

The next thing is naturally a matter of course, Fang Qingshu and the little girl**, while taking advantage of the situation to peel people into white sheep. Then, in the little girl's delicate panting, she completely took possession of her...... (In order not to be shrouded by the light of harmony, the following 3,000 words are omitted)

A few hours later, Fang Qingshu helped the little girl who had just become a wife and returned to the wooden building where she lived. happened to meet Jiang Ruoqin, who had just come out of the customs, and the rest of the girls were laughing. The little girl was only wearing Fang Qingshu's coat at this time, and her face was full of spring tides. As a person who came over, Jiang Ruoqin naturally understood it at a glance. She was slightly stunned at first, then couldn't help covering her mouth and chuckling, and then hurriedly came over to help the little girl.

Although the little girl is straightforward, she feels a little embarrassed now, so she hurriedly deliberately found a topic and asked, "What are the sisters talking about?"

"Hehe, I'm chanting a very famous ancient poem to them, but I only remember the first two sentences and forget the back!" Jiang Ruoqin said with a playful smile.

"Ah, sister, do you have a time to forget?" the little girl smiled and teased: "Tell me which two sentences you say, maybe I still know!" Obviously, she seemed to be very excited about the talented girl's forgetting of poetry, of course, if she could remember it, then she would definitely not know what it would be like.

It's just that Fang Qingshu always has a bad premonition, who is Jiang Ruoqin? IQ is already high enough to see ten lines at a glance, and she can't forget a famous ancient poem? That is unless the sun comes out of the north.

Sure enough, Jiang Ruoqin said with a wicked smile, "It's that miscellaneous poem, I only remember the first two sentences, 'The vast and sorrowful white is oblique, and the whip points to the end of the world.'" 'But you forgot the rest of it, do you remember?'

When Fang Qingshu heard this, a cold sweat suddenly fell. But the little girl didn't know what was going on, and said with a smile, "Oh, I don't remember either!" But, hehe, Fang Qingshu, don't you always say that you have only learned people? Then hurry up and say the next sentence?"

Fang Qingshu wiped a handful of cold sweat and said, "Forget it, you won't want to listen!"

"Nonsense!" the little girl immediately said dissatisfiedly: "It's obvious that you can't say it yourself, but you still want to push it on me, really, don't you have a little manly responsibility?"

"Of course I have responsibility!" Fang Qingshu smiled bitterly: "But are you really sure you want to listen?"

"Of course, say it quickly!" the little girl said as she pulled Fang Qingshu's arm and shook it.

"Okay then!" Fang Qingshu then lightly lowered his throat, and then recited seriously: "The second half of this poem is, 'Falling red~ is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." ’”

"Luohong?" The little girl repeated strangely at first, and then immediately understood that this was Jiang Ruoqin making fun of her, which immediately made her ashamed and annoyed, and the little girl couldn't help but stomp her feet fiercely, and said loudly: "Sister, you are dead!" After speaking, she covered her face and ran away.

"Haha!" everyone in the room burst out laughing. Then the culprit Fang Qingshu hurriedly chased after her to comfort her.

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Time flies, and the time of retreat always passes so quickly, and when Feitian announces that the retreat time has come, everyone hardly feels anything. Especially Fang Qingshu and Jiang Ruoqin, who meditate all day long, and sat for a few years, of course, they didn't feel anything.

However, after this time, everyone's strength has made a qualitative leap. The little girl is the most perverted, and her strength assessment has reached level six, Fang Qingshu and Jiang Ruoqin are only level five, and the other three are level four. At this time, Zuo Ci also officially told them that their strength had reached a bottleneck, and there was no need for them to retreat anymore before they broke through the realm.

After leaving the customs, Jiang Ruoqin and the little girl naturally wanted to go back to see their parents, and of course Fang Qingshu, the prospective son-in-law, had to accompany them. Their first stop was the little girl's house.

As for the identity of the little girl, her parents already knew it from the political axe. Although they were a little reluctant, they still showed great support, after all, they are a military family, and naturally everything comes first to the country. And they also know discipline, so they only ask the little girl for warmth, and never ask about other situations, which also saves the little girl a lot of explanations.

As for Fang Qingshu, although the little girl only said that she was her boyfriend very vaguely. However, it has also been warmly welcomed and highly valued by others. The little girl's mother is very interested in the etiquette and character of Fang Qingshu in the school, but her father is more willing to ask for some political opinions.

Fortunately, Fang Qingshu not only has a dignified appearance, but also has a good mouth, otherwise he wouldn't be a top-level liar?

But when I went to Jiang Ruoqin's house next, I encountered a little trouble.

It was a clear night, and at about eight o'clock, Jiang Ruoqin and Fang Qingshu came together outside her father's private villa in the United States. I only heard the voices of people inside, and the harsh sound of heavy metal music came out from afar. Apparently partying.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Ling Zun to like such a scene?" Fang Qingshu couldn't help but tease: "Hehe, it's really old-hearted!"

(To be continued)