Chapter 12 Xiaolong’s daughter is so old

Song Qingshu carried every punch and every kick he put on his body very hard, and calmly clamped the dishes and drank the wine as usual. Although there was almost no sip of the food under the other party's punches and feet, a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly to his mouth.

Good man!A boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away slapped the table, turned his head to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur beside him and said, "Mom, I want to save him."

A group of gangsters were tired of fighting. The key was that Song Qingshu looked dead and they were useless when they fought. At this time, when they heard someone stand up, they stopped and found that they were seven or eight years old dolls. They burst into laughter. After seeing the appearance of the woman next to him, they suddenly felt lustful.

The gangster leader teased and said: Oh, where did the little lady come from so beautiful? If you come here to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not be bothered with your baby.

Bastard, dare to insult my mother!The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.

The gangster leader didn't expect him to take action, but was beaten up in vain. In a rage, he called his brothers: Beat me to death, don't touch that little lady.

careful!Song Qingshu was beaten to the point of being blue and swollen, and he couldn't see the situation there. He just felt a few men with a tiger back and a bear waist rushed towards a child.

Seeing the people rushing towards him, the boy was calm and did not panic. He flashed and knocked down a gangster, then stood in the middle, letting everyone surround him. After several battles, everyone did not get any advantage.

Huh?

Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy was very short-lived and kicked his feet, not half a foot away, but his tricks were extremely dense and he never showed any flaws around him, so several hooligans could not attack him at all.

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly focused on guarding and was quite literally the essence of Tai Chi skills, and he was also wondering what connection he had with Wudang.

Considering his identity as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid awkward conversation.

However, he noticed that although the boy's every move was quite unique, he was young and suffered too much strength and was gradually at a disadvantage.

It was difficult for him to leave. Several gangsters could not take down a child for so long, and their faces were a little uncomfortable. One of them was so fierce that they pulled out the knife and slashed at the boy.

careful!Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child had lost his life because of saving him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman wrapped in a white fur also took action. A white silk belt flew out, wrapped around the boy in the circle, pulled him out of the battle circle with one step back.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was trapped in a siege, hesitated for a moment, and gently stepped on the table next to him and flew over.

The woman rushed into the battle circle with a flash of white light. Song Qingshu felt lighter and was sent to the boy by a soft force.

Song Qingshu hurriedly looked up and saw that the white ribbon in the woman's hand was like a white dragon, hovering and flying, up and down, but he could hear the sound of chugging, chugging, Ah, Ah, chugging, and chugging. In the blink of an eye, the wives of several men were all snatched by the wife with the ribbon, and everyone fell downstairs.

Song Qingshu looked at everything in front of him in a daze. He didn't expect that this delicate woman was so powerful in martial arts. He thought in his heart that the woman in white, using white silk as a weapon, was it Xiaolongnu?

Looking at the boy who was on the side, Song Qingshu felt a little uncomfortable: he was already full of fantasies about Xiaolongnu, but he didn't expect that her son was so old.

The woman nodded politely to Song Qingshu, then took the boy's hand and walked downstairs. Song Qingshu couldn't help but swallow it all into her stomach with all her questions.

The boy turned around and grimaced him, shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless, which made Song Qingshu amused.

After hesitating for a moment, Song Qingshu decided to catch up.Xiaolongnu can be said to be the dream lover of all men. So what if she has a child now? Song Qingshu doesn’t want to miss the great opportunity to meet her.

Miss Long, wait... Song Qingshu chased after him panting all the way.

Hearing him clearly calling him, the woman stopped and turned around in confusion: Did the young master recognize the wrong person?I don't believe in dragons.

Why do you call me a girl?The stubborn boy stared at him with some anger.

Song Qingshu was stunned. Could it be that it wasn’t Xiaolongnu?

He quickly apologized: I saw my wife's outfit and weapons, which are very similar to someone I remember. I hope her will forgive her.I am here to thank my wife for saving her life.

The boy interrupted at this time: I clearly saved you, but you didn’t thank me, but I thanked my mother. I must have seen my mother’s beauty and had bad thoughts in my heart.I just thought you were a strong man, but now it seems that you are just a disciple.

His words made both adults embarrassed. The woman in white glared at her son: Feier, don’t talk nonsense!

After saying that, he apologized to Song Qingshu, "The child is ignorant, don't mind it."

When Song Qingshu heard the woman calling him Feier, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and blurted out: Could it be that you are Mrs. Hu?

The woman looked at him vigilantly: I don’t seem to have seen a young master before.

Song Qingshu was very excited and squatted down and grabbed the boy's shoulders and asked: Are you Hu Fei, a flying fox in the snow mountain?

The boy looked at him in surprise: It’s true that I am Hu Fei, but I’m not a snow-capped fox. Hey, this name is quite majestic, so I will use it as a nickname in the future!

Mrs. Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei over and asked in a deep voice: I wonder why the young master recognizes us mother and son?

I have been respecting the chivalrous and righteous since I was a child. I have been paying attention to it and knowing some things in the world. Song Qingshu made a fuss and suddenly frowned. Looking at the crystal-like lovely person in front of me, hesitantly asked: But I heard that when Hero Hu unfortunately died, Mrs. Hu also died in love...

Mrs. Hu smiled slightly and glanced at Hu Fei with a doting look: I was indeed going to follow Brother Hu back then, but when I drew my sword, Fei'er suddenly burst into tears.I suddenly thought that although Mr. Miao was a gentleman, it was difficult to keep a villain from doing anything, so I decided to raise Brother Hu’s only bones and blood first.

Song Qingshu didn't expect the plot to change. It seemed that the butterfly effect that he had traveled through time began to appear. While he was worried about gains and losses, Hu Fei excitedly pulled his sleeve and looked at him hopefully: Do you know my father?

Song Qingshu came to his senses and heard his question, looking at the sky from afar: When Hu Yidao from Liaodong met a person who did evil, it was Yidao, a great hero that Song had always admired, but it was a pity that he was missing.

Seeing that he praised his husband, Mrs. Hu's expression couldn't help but calm down. She seemed to recall the days when she was doing good deeds with her husband, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.