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I don't like this, and I still have no face, no skin, no heart, and no lungs. I asked: "Hey, Song Zongzhu, what's the matter?" I felt a little regretful because I couldn't see Song Ze's real face. She always minded showing tattoos in front of people, for fear of others So panic----that was the most frightening time in Jin State and Shenzhou, and it is so close to now.

When I was young, the children in the village often called disfigured women ghosts, and even threw stones at them if they were naughty.It's hard to say that there is no adult's subtle influence behind it, and it's hard to say whether it is natural.After all, the evil of a child may not be worse than that of an adult.

Thinking that Song Ze might have met such a person, I was a little angry. If I bumped into him when I was young, I would smash the other person's head with a stone.Now? Now who dares to do this, I will poke his eyes out and cut off his tongue.

Just now we walked all the way through the woods, Song walked in front, and I followed behind her.She took one step at a time, neither hurried nor slow, her gait was dignified, as if she had her own rhythm, and I was fascinated by it for a while.

I heard from the master that as a daughter of the royal family, she has to be taught rituals since she was a child. If she wants to get close to such people, she must first become their comrades. The lady who taught the etiquette here came to teach me.One pointer is a whole year.That year, it was miserable. What I wanted to do most every day was to roll in the mud. Even eating was hard work.Therefore, if I do it deliberately, everyone will only think that I am some official lady.But the bitterness I have learned has become a charming gesture in Song Ze, which is pleasing to the eye.

Song Ze looked at me for a while with her sharp eyes as a warning, and when she met my eyes, she suddenly softened. "Eleven Niang, let me go, it's inconvenient to walk like this."

"No... let it go. It's windy here, if it blows you away."

"...You are good at kung fu, you will be able to catch me in time."

"What if there is a big monster? I can't beat him, but if you are captured by him, how can you be lucky?"

Song Ze laughed and said, "Where are there any monsters?"

I pointed at the top, and said solemnly: "The upper realm is open to mystery, so it's hard to say that there are some monsters living in the human world. Even if there are no monsters, who knows if there will be someone lurking here. Song Zongzhu, don't forget, you are worth a thousand gold. I have to Hold fast to my daughter."

I don't know what Song Ze thought of, but there was a trace of warmth in the veil, "Come on, it's up to you."

After a while, she said again: "Eleven Niang is so eloquent, it's my Yinshenzong's blessing, I will send you to teach and discipline new disciples in the future."

Hey, hey, listening to what she said, I almost slipped on the soles of my feet and fell all the way into the mirror lake.When did you say you were going to their hidden god sect? The disciples of the sect are mostly pure cultivators, and I have to drink, watch operas and listen to the beauties every day, okay? There is no reason to go to the sect.It's better to go to jail, at least you can gamble with the prison boss.

"Why, Eleven Niang forgot, and she swore in the morning that she would live happily with me from now on." Song Ze laughed, "If you want to live with me, I will go back to Hermit God Sect, so you will naturally go back with me. "

This sudden happiness really made me a little dazed. Before I was dazed for a moment, I heard Song Ze say: "I think the identity of the master's direct disciple of Yinshenzong should be worthy of you."

...I rolled my eyes angrily, and said in a choked voice: "The Sect Master of the Yinshen Sect is worthy of me as a kind hearted master."

"The difference between a confidant and a confidant is only one word."

"A slight difference is a thousand miles away. Can a confidant get on the couch of Song Zongzhu?"

"The side of the couch, let you sleep soundly."

I probably understood the feeling that Song Ze wanted to hit me but couldn't hit me earlier, and said sullenly: "Song Zongzhu, you are really generous."

Song Ze giggled.I was a little annoyed, so I pulled her into my arms with a little force.

Song Ze had a calm face with a smile on his face, neither sullen nor annoyed, "Eleven Niang, you have lost your patience, what is making you irritated."

"You." From Song Ze's eyes, I saw a slightly melancholy face. This melancholy is not for her, but for myself.

I thought about killing Song Ze, and I also wanted to let go of it, but at this moment, I just want to hold the woman in front of me tightly, and then turn into dust with her.Tell Song Ze the crazy idea, Song Ze only showed a little surprise, and then said: "There are many people who want to die with me in this life, and you are the only one who wants to die with me. If so, why not give it a try?" ."

Before I could recover, she hugged me and jumped towards Jinghu together.

I have seen many people who draw their swords at the slightest disagreement, and those who pull people to jump into the river to commit suicide at the slightest disagreement... This is the only family.Even though I am well-informed, I am also a little overwhelmed.I have martial arts, and I am not afraid of this height, but Song has lost all his internal strength. Could it be that she has read too many scriptures and thought that jumping into the river will restore her strength?

Moreover, there are a lot of gravels down here, if you accidentally cut your face, what should you do?I live on my face.

Hugging Song Ze tightly, he practiced lightness kung fu, and finally galloped on the surface of Jinghu Lake for a while before finding the shore of the lake. "You're crazy." I growled.

"Qinggong is good." Song Ze praised me, but looked away through me. "Look over there."

The author has something to say: Song Jie is a little impatient~~

Hold on, hold on.

Chapter 13

What to look at, even if there is a naked luo//big beauty there, I don't want to take a look.

Staring at Song Ze who was close to me, my heart was still pounding. I don't know if it was because of the violent action just now or because of the lingering fear of Song Ze's indulgent suicide and murder.

Seeing that I didn't answer, Song Ze looked at me, and there was an angry girl's face in her eyes enlarged with her surprise. She wanted to swallow her in one gulp, but finally kissed her eyelids, and let go with one touch. .After that, the angry girl hugged her tightly, in a way that she wanted to crush her and crush herself.

Song Ze didn't move at first, and after a while she let out a very low, very low sigh, and raised her hand to caress the back of my neck. "scared?"

I didn't make a sound, just hugged her tighter.

She chuckled softly, "Eleven Niang is so good at kung fu, how could something happen to me."

You see, Song Ze had already figured out that my panic was really because of her, as if she knew for sure that I would not force her, nor would I do anything to her.Jiang Fan's words still ring in his ears, the master of the Yinshen Sect is very friendly.

Song seemed to feel that my body was a little stiff, and touched my back, gently stroking, as if comforting.

"The two ladies are polite." It was Yan Zijing who was still haunted.

I wanted to laugh at him a few words, but seeing that he was no longer as suave as when we first met, and it was still a bit difficult to forcefully act like a coquette, I couldn't help being funny.However, this person's elegant demeanor was exhausted after a night of searching and hiding. It seems that this mirror lake is also somewhat dangerous.Whether it is Song Ze or this Mingjingzong.

"Your Excellency?" Song Ze and I separated from each other tacitly and asked leisurely.

Song turned his back, in a state of contemplation.Once she puts on the veil, she looks like Sect Master Song, but anyone who has seen her can easily recognize her.Even if her clothes at this time are not as dignified and refined as usual, they are full of coquettish demeanor.

"I'm Yan Zijing. Eleven Niang doesn't seem to have a good memory, or does she only remember beauties like Song Zongzhu?" Yan Zijing spoke sarcastically, a little frivolously.This night, not only detracted from his appearance, but also worn out his patience.

"Hey, Mr. Yan, why is he so irritable, was he kicked out of bed by the little lady last night?" Look at Yan Zijing, staring at Song Ze with piercing eyes, I don't know how much he looked at it just now.It doesn't matter to me how much I watch, who cares how the outside world spreads it.

The ice-cold head of the Hidden God Sect fell into the hands of a flower-picking female thief? Good.

The suzerain of the Hidden God Sect, the old cow, ate tender grass? Miao.

The heroine of the flower-picking female thief saves the beauty and wins the heart? Yes.