Fang Xian felt that when doing such a thing, it felt strange to have a stranger around him.

"Do you come here often?" Fang Xian asked quietly...

"Well, come every night." The young man swallowed and spitted.

"oh……"

"Look, Junior Sister Zhao is the most naughty. She always wants to remove Senior Sister Li, but she is always attacked by Junior Sister Wang." The young man was very impressed.

Fang Xian was also very nervous when he saw the battle, and his mouth was dry: "Senior, you can still hold it in after watching so much late."

"Hey..." the young man lamented, "I came here just to atone for my sins."

"Oh? There is also a look at the atonement of a female body? I will commit this sin too."

"It's inconvenient to mention the past." The young man's eyes were red. "I come here every night to look at my junior sister, and think about the mistake I made again, and use this method to punish myself. So as Ji said, I have been impotence for a long time."

"...Senior, it's not good to self-harm like this." Fang Xian admired the man's realm very much.

"I was defeated by the word 'color', so I had to use 'color' to punish myself." The young man said angrily, "But I don't have the courage to castrate myself... so I can only use this method to eliminate my thoughts about women."

"I think it's getting worse and worse." Fang Xian's eyes were about to explode, he got up and closed his eyes and rubbed it, "If you only look at it, you will get sick, senior."

"I am already terminally ill." The young man said such a pretentious sentence.

Seeing that he was very pitiful, Fang Xian extended a man's hand of friendship: "Hello, Senior Song Qingshu, I am Zhang Si."

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly and said, "Ji's name is as hypocritical as Ji's mask."

"I have difficulties. By the way, I am the Condor Heroes."

"Oh?!" Song Qingshu was a little confused, "Do you know what I made? I'm here to take my life."

"no." There seemed to be a hint of holy light coming out from Fang Xian's mind, "I'm not here to kill. On the contrary, I'm here to save you. iwillsaveyou, son."

"Save me? I know that I have committed an unforgivable crime? I know that I have no way to turn back!" Song Qingshu was a little excited. If the girls inside were not too silly, they would have probably been discovered with such a high volume.

Fang Xian looked solemn: "The moment I saw me, I did not kill me, but invited me to share it. At that moment, I knew that I was a good person—youa

eagoodguy.”

"Good guy... me..." Song Qingshu became dull.

Fang Xianzhi knew that this was not the place to speak, so he grabbed Song Qingshu and ran back.

Song Qingshu had no resistance. When he saw this person peeking, he seemed to see what was originally on him, and his heart was close to him, and an evil intuition encouraged him.

After running a hundred meters, the Condor Heroes suddenly stopped.

Song Qingshu slowly looked up and saw the face that had not seen for a long time and had been a little vicissitudes of life. The moonlight felt even more desolate.

Song Yuanqiao was also mixed with sadness and joy. He had too much to say for a while, but he didn't know where to start.

Song Qingshu's body trembled and slowly lowered his head. The man cried with tears, not drunk. Tears as big as beans oozed out and fell to the ground with a "click".

"father…………"

"..." Song Yuanqiao raised his arm and wanted to slap this rebel to death with one palm, but his arm was stiff in the air and it was difficult to get in at all.

Fang Xian sighed and grabbed Song Yuanqiao's arm: "Old Song, the child can't be beaten after he is 18 years old."

"...ah......" Song Yuanqiao sighed, and with a "bang", he swung his porcelain on his face. "If the son doesn't teach me, my father's fault, I will punish myself."

Song Qingshu climbed over and grabbed his father's arms: "Dad...Dad...I'll hit me, it's okay to beat me to death."

The father and son hugged each other and cried. Although the scene was very sad and warm, Fang Xian had some evil thoughts.

"Don't be confused by the fujokovic." Fang Xian warned himself like this.

Then, Fang Xian dictated Chen Youliang's despicableness and was willing to help Song Qingshu speak and clear his crimes. Song Yuanqiao took out Zhang Sanfeng's amnesty order, and attacked him from both inside and outside. He was in the front and colleagues behind. He took the temptation to return to Wudang and regain honor. As expected, Song Qingshu was defeated in a short while.

"Qingshu cannot repay the heart of the Grand Master and the Saint." Song Qingshu knelt on the ground and burst into tears. "But I still can't face those sins. Here, I just want my father... to rectify the child on the spot."

Song Yuanhashi thought he had pulled his son back on track, but seeing that he did not look like he was pretending, he immediately became panicked again, and any parents corrected his son on the spot.

"Qingshu, there are many ways to atone for sins, and you don't have to die." Song Yuanqiao kept persuading.

Song Qingshu just shook his head and said nothing, and knelt on the ground.

"Old Song..." Fang Xian patted Song Yuanqiao, "Please avoid it, maybe I can untie the knot of my seniors."

"Oh?" Song Yuanqiao's expression was complicated. How could Oda, who suddenly came out, know his son even better than his father.

"The person who tied the bell must be untied." Fang Xian smiled so lewdly, "Since Qingshu was defeated by the word "love", we want him to win again by the word "love".

"But..." Song Qingshu said in a tangled way, "Won't that witch Zhou Zhiruo... Otani blame her?"

"A famous saying - there is no eternal enemy, only eternal interests."

“…”

"Okay, Brother Diao Zhu'er, please help Lao Song and have some breathing. I'll talk to Qingshu."

Finally, Shen Diao and Zhu'er half forced to pull Song Yuanqiao away, leaving him to peep at the same group of brothers.

"Senior, I'm tangled." Fang Xian went straight to the point, "I'm tangled between Zhou Zhiruo and her father, and between women and honor. I'm tangled too much and don't know how to deal with it, so I just want to die, right?"

Song Qingshu sighed sadly, as if he had agreed.

"This is easy." Fang Xian rubbed his hands and began to brainwash evilly, "Then I ask, do you like Zhou Zhiruo's heart or Zhou Zhiruo's body."

Song Qingshu murmured for a while and spit out the word "heart".

"Is it true that I am the heart?" Fang Xian asked, "I now understand her style, and she is just using it."

"I know." Song Qingshu nodded fiercely, "I know that what I do is difficult to tolerate, but I still want to be by her side, and the deeper it gets..."

"I don't know." Fang Xian began to speak harshly, "I think she is using I to deal with Wudang? Senior, I am not that powerful. She just uses I to anger Zhang Wuji."

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"I know that Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo had a engagement before, and then for various reasons, Zhang Wuji regretted the marriage and left the bride and ran away alone. So Zhou Zhiruo hated Zhang Wuji as much as she hated Zhang Wuji. She promised to marry Je, but she wanted Zhang Wuji to be jealous and get angry."

"Is it just for this boring reason..."

"Of course." Fang Xianyi kept doing it and said ruthlessly. "In the world I live in, people like Ji are called takeover warriors, spare tires... Of course, Ji is just an abandoned spare tire. Ji thought he could marry Zhou Zhiruo at that time? Don't dream. She promised to marry Ji, but Ji may not have the life to live! "

"Zhiruo...is she so poisonous...she doesn't."

Fang Xian sighed a long time, and suddenly had a round tiger's eyes and said, "Wake up, Song Qingshu! Ji will always be a spare tire! Ji will never get her heart. Forever!"

Song Qingshu is not a fool, I have thought about the clues here for a long time. I just didn't dare to continue thinking about it and deliberately avoided it.

Fang Xian paused and then asked, "I'll ask again. If you want her heart, it's her body. Be honest, it's no big deal."

Under Fang Xian's guidance, Song Qingshu stepped into another evil path. Thinking back, when he met Zhou Zhiruo for the first time, he was attracted by her beauty, including her later peeping. How can these things be related to the sins and Zhou Zhiruo's personality beside her?

It was just for the cold and pretty face, the ups and downs of the chest, the Tingting body, and the perky buttocks.

Seeing that he was already breaking through the edge, Fang Xian fanned nakedly: "Senior, think about it carefully, is he going to talk to her, talk about everything, chess, calligraphy and painting... or is he just trying to fuck her."

How many nights did Song Qingshu fantasize about these things.

"I want... her body!" Song Qingshu raised his head ferociously, with a look of evil intentions, "Ghost cares who she wants to love, ghost cares about her ambitions... I just need to possess her and ravage her..."

"Okay." Fang Xianqing knew that the silly boy was brainwashed again, and made a quick decision, "Senior, since you have figured it out, maybe let's make a deal, only the two of us know about it."

Song Qingshu stared at Fang Xian and waited for him to say.

"Okay." Fang Xian's words had already been made, "Help me find out some things, and do what I said at the critical moment. After the matter is done, I will secretly abduct Zhou Zhiruo and sack her internal martial arts. If necessary, she can also sack her mind. Then she will sack her."

Song Qingshu's mind was surging, and there was an inexplicable storm.

"But... I may not know that Zhiruo has obtained a set of magical skills. After a while, there will probably be few people in the world who can deal with her."

"Hmph." Fang Xian waved the black iron heavy sword and slashed out of thin air.

The wind is loud.

"Brother Zhang Si, what are you doing?" Song Qingshu said.

"Come and take a look." Fang Xian pointed to an ancient tree not far away. This ancient tree is at least a hundred years old and requires two people to embrace it.

Song Qingshu and Mumu walked over, not knowing why, so he just lightly tapped the bark.

"...soft..." Song Qingshu was shocked and pressed hard again.

With this press, the entire tree stump was concave. For a moment, the ancient tree lost its balance support and squeaked and fell to the side.

Song Qingshu tried hard to hold on to the ancient tree and let it fall slowly so as not to alarm other people.

"What realm is this... what realm..." Song Qingshu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "At such a distance, can such a stupid ancient tree be ruined out of thin air... The Grand Master may not have this fate. Is this the legendary internal force coming out of the body?!"

Fang Xian inserted the black iron sword into the soil and chuckled.

"Internal strength comes out of the body? I'm not already."
Chapter completed!