Flower Stealing Master

juries, and said, “Mrs.
Song, can I save Brother Song’s life? I can hardly say whether I can give it a try?”

As soon as the word “Mrs.
Song” came out, the more Song Qing looked at Zhang Wuji, the more pleasing to the eye he became, “If I am cured, I won’t care about the eyebrows between you and Zhou Zhiruo.” Song Qingshu secretly thought in his heart.

Indeed, the original Song Qingshu had a reason to hate Zhang Wuji, but he only inherited Song Qingshu’s body, there is no need to inherit the hatred in his heart at the same time.
As for the unhappiness in his heart before, it was entirely because Zhou Zhiruo was a recognized beauty in the martial arts world, and Song Qingshu wasn’t immune to man’s possessive psychology.

Now that Song Qingshu knew that the woman had a problem with her character, and it wasn’t as if she was completely wrong.
This is the case in this society.
Unless you are a second-generation who just wants to eat and waits to die or a mediocre person, otherwise, as long as you fight, you will always be tainted by the big dye tank of society.

There is no difference between good people and bad people in the world.
The unfortunate thing for bad people is that they let most people see their bad side.
Good people, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, let everyone see only the good side.

Song Qingshu is the former of the tragedy.
His dark side was shown to the woman by the rival, so he became a bad person; the dark side of the rival, the woman did not see at all.
So even if he was killed by the rival the woman felt that the rival was a gentleman.

While Song Qingshu was in deep contemplation, Zhang Wuji had already begun to help him connect his bones.
It was so painful that he thought he would die, but now that he still couldn’t be sure about his safety, he only dared to pretend to be unconscious instead of crying out of pain.

Zhang Wuji straightened his broken bones, picked out the Black Jade Intermittent Ointment, and used Nine Sun energy to put the power of the medicine into the broken bones in Song Qingshu’s body.
After a stick of incense time, he took a long breath and said to Zhou Zhiruo: “Song Brother’s life is no longer in serious danger, it’s just… it’s just…”

Zhou Zhiruo didn’t show a hint of joy on her face, and asked faintly: “But it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s just that Brother Song’s meridians are completely broken, and I’m afraid he won’t be able to practice martial arts again in the future.” Zhang Wuji’s words were like five thunderbolts, and Song Qingshu was dumbfounded.
In the world of martial arts, the meaning of becoming a useless person is self-explanatory.

“You don’t have to blame yourself, it’s not easy to save him.” Zhou Zhiruo was still indifferent.
To Song Qingshu’s ear, it sounded very strange.
As if they were husband and wife, and he was just an outsider…uh, he was indeed an outsider.

Then Zhang Wuji was worried that Zhou Zhiruo would not be able to beat Shaolin’s Sandu, and spoke very tactfully about the power of King Kong’s magic circle, hoping to work with her to break the truth.

Zhou Zhiruo categorically refused: “We used to have a marriage agreement, but my husband is dying at the moment, and I don’t hurt your reputation today.
Others might say that I still have my old love for you.
If I invite you to help, everyone in the world will talk.
I don’t want the reputation of being a shameless and profane woman.”

Zhang Wuji said anxiously: “We only need to have a clear conscience and just ignore whatever people say, why should we care about them?”

“What if I have a guilty conscience?” Zhou Zhiruo’s rhetorical question filled the room with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Song Qing smiled bitterly and expressed deep condolences to the original owner of this body, ‘This naked seduction is simply the rebirth of Pan Jinlian and the rebirth of Yan Poxi.
Oh, poor brother Qingshu, what kind of sin did your ancestors commit? Don’t tell me that I was reborn after taking this body, now I will have to lose my “wife” in this way.”