"You are my husband, who will I go back to Emei if I don't go back with you?" Zhou Zhiruo said softly, but it was difficult to hide a trace of loneliness in the depths of her eyes, Zhang Wuji took the initiative to hug her that night, Zhou Zhiruo was also embarrassed for a while, but after waiting for so many days, she didn't see Zhang Wuji give herself an explanation, knowing that the other party was probably still thinking about the county lord Niangniang, disappointed, thinking that Zhang Wuji was not as good as one-tenth of Song Qingshu's treatment of himself, he was disheartened for a while, and Song Qingshu became a waste for himself this time, and he just wanted to return to Emei as soon as possible to spend the rest of his life with Song Qingshu.

Song Qingshu couldn't help but hold Zhou Zhiruo in his arms under great joy, thinking that no matter what troubled times he had, what martial arts he had, with such a stunning beauty, it would not be in vain to accompany him.

Zhou Zhiruo was held in the arms of the other party without defense, and her body couldn't help but stiffen, but thinking that he was her husband after all, her body slowly softened.

A fragrant delicate body in his arms, the delicate curves soon Song Qingshu felt it, lowered his head and kissed her face.

Zhou Zhiruo subconsciously wanted to dodge, but suddenly remembered the scene where she hugged Zhang Wuji that night, and felt a little guilty in her heart, feeling a little too much if she didn't kiss her husband.

Song Qingshu is not the fool who only fought for anger before, and Zhou Zhiruo had successfully kissed her cherry mouth when he hesitated.

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes widened suddenly, and Song Qingshu took the opportunity to knock her teeth open when she was stunned, and tasted the other party's fragrant tongue to her heart's content.

Exhaling like an orchid, his lips and teeth were fragrant, and at that moment Song Qingshu felt that his whole body was almost crispy. After the initial stunned, Zhou Zhiruo closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, but her heart was in chaos.

Even if he only hugged Zhang Wuji before, his heart was beating so fast at that time, and now he kissed Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo didn't feel anything, just passively let the other party do it, and there was only the girl's instinctive shyness and endless hesitation in her heart.

Song Qingshu didn't know what was going on in her heart, she felt so happy at the moment, holding her slender waist with one hand, and instinctively reaching into her shirt with the other hand, reaching for the softness of her chest.

"Smack!" As soon as her chest was cold, Zhou Zhiruo reacted suddenly, subconsciously slapped her, and as soon as she turned around, she broke free from Song Qingshu's embrace, and looked at him with some anger on her face.

Song Qingshu secretly said badly, and subconsciously used those modern flirtatious touches, who knew that the other party was still a big girl with yellow flowers in ancient times, where could he endure this scale. However, she slapped her, although it was not heavy, but her face was still a little unbearable, and her face was a little embarrassed for a while.

Zhou Zhiruo saw the faint red mark on his face, and thought that he was his husband after all, and felt a little apologetic in his heart, so he had to explain: "Now this is a quiet place in Shaolin, and it is broad daylight, you are too embarrassing for people like this." ”

Hearing her words, Song Qingshu was overjoyed, "Could it be that in other places, find a night to treat you like this, and you will do it?" Of course, he didn't dare to say this, so he had to say: "Now that my injury is almost better, when will we go back to Emei?" He just wants to get out of here as soon as possible at the moment, as long as he stays away from Zhang Wuji, when the time comes, he will grind hard and hard, plus this layer of righteous and bright husband and wife identity, it is not a matter of time before he really gets her?

"If it's getting late today, let's rest for the night and leave tomorrow morning. After Zhou Zhiruo finished speaking, she trotted out of her mouth while touching her somewhat hot face.

Song Qingshu stayed in the house and thought about the wonderful feeling just now, sitting on the bed and smirking, thinking that God was really good to him, not only let himself be reincarnated as a human being, but also gave such a beautiful wife to himself, compared to this, what is it if he can't practice martial arts in this life.

When it got dark, Zhou Zhiruo returned to the house, after all, it seemed to outsiders that they were husband and wife, and they must sleep in the same room. After helping Song Qingshu to lie down, Zhou Zhiruo went to the other bed opposite and lay down.

Song Qingshu stared sideways at Zhou Zhiruo's graceful curve on the opposite side, and kept drooling, it was a pity that such a peerless beauty was placed in front of him, but he couldn't eat it.

Slowly drowsiness swelled up, and at the moment when Song Qingshu closed his eyes, a masked figure flashed in from the window and quickly clicked several big points on his body.

"Who!" Unlike Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo was barely a first-class master at this time, and immediately sat up and stared at the other party's back, holding the Nine Yin White Bone Claw in her hand and ready to go.

"Zhiruo, it's me. The masked man turned around and pulled down the mask, which was clearly the Mingjiao Sect's advocacy of Mowgli.

"I don't know what Sect Master Zhang's intention is to break into my couple's bedroom in the middle of the night!" Although Zhou Zhiruo's tone was cold, the energy in her body slowly dissipated, and she really didn't need to be on guard against Zhang Wuji.

"Zhiruo, others don't know about your husband and wife, I don't know. Zhang Wuji looked at the two people sleeping in separate beds and said softly.

Seeing that he knew that he and Song Qingshu were not husband and wife, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry for a while, so he had to say coldly: "The affairs of our husband and wife don't bother with the sect leader. ”

Zhang Wuji walked over slowly, and said with a wry smile: "Zhiruo, I know that you are angry with me and have not come to you for so many days, but after the battle with Sandu, I have gone mad, and I have been combing the scattered true qi for the past few days......"

"Oh, how are you now~" Zhou Zhiruo raised her eyebrows, and didn't wait for him to answer, grabbing his wrist a little anxiously to check his pulse.

"Reluctantly suppressed, the Holy Flame Movement is worthy of a strange martial art from the Western Regions, and it is easy to go mad if you are not careful. Facing Zhou Zhiruo, Zhang Wuji did not have the slightest precaution in the martial arts, and let her grasp his pulse.

"No wonder your breath is a lot weaker now. Zhou Zhiruo felt that the current Zhang Wuji was a little different from before, but she thought it was the sequelae of going mad, and she didn't pay too much attention to it.

"Zhiruo, you still care about me as much as you did when you were a child. Zhang Wuji was moved and held her hands affectionately.

Thinking of the first meeting between the two on the Han River, Zhou Zhiruo also seemed to be in a dream, looked up, and saw Zhang Wuji's eyes also looking at him affectionately.

They never expected that Song Qingshu, who should have been unconscious on the bed, was watching all this coldly, it turned out that after he was pointed, the several true qi left by Nameless on his body reacted, and he woke up from his coma, but after all, this was just the residual true qi left by Nameless to nourish his meridians, Zhang Wuji was a first-class master in the world, how could the rest of the acupoints not be opened, Song Qingshu was now awake except for his consciousness, and his body was completely unable to move.