Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 49 The First Thick Thigh in the Gold Book

Two horses, one white and one yellow, are riding a pair of young men and women. The young girl is handsome and beautiful. The young man is dressed in a yellow shirt, slender and tall, the girl is dark and pretty, and the white shirt is fluttering.

"A good pair of people!" Song Qingshu secretly admired, but thought of the two men riding horses on the streets, feeling a little unhappy, and found that the two of them looked a little dignified, and followed their eyes curiously.

It turned out that the person they collided with was also a young man, but with a big braid and wearing a full-fledged official uniform, he was probably still a high official in the Qing Dynasty when he watched him shouting and embracing.

"Spicy piece mother, take it for me!" Although the boy was not really hit just now, he was also very frightened. Looking back, he wanted to rectify the culprit.

"Wait!" The boy looked back and saw a beautiful and energetic girl sitting on the horse. He was happy: I was so happy to be caught by this girl's legs once.

After making up his mind, the young man suddenly changed his tone and snapped his left and right hats back: "It's not that I said you. If there was an assassin doing the assassination just now, this lord would just kick his legs and go to see Yan Wang and his old man. That's it? Thanks to this little lady for kindly reminding you stupid people to raise their vigilance."

"Master Wei Jue taught..." The guards around the boy nodded and bowed, and quickly admitted their mistakes.

"Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qing gave him a weird look. At a young age, he was in an important position in the Qing Dynasty. Isn't it Wei Xiaobao or who? I thought in my heart that he might be the Manchu-Qing alliance messenger mentioned by the inn drinker just now.

Wei Xiaobao taught his subordinates, and turned his head to salivate and smile at the white-clothed girl: "Little lady, in order to thank you for your life-saving grace, this lord would like to invite the two of you to the restaurant in front of you."

The white-clothed woman has a wonderful expression. It was clear that she ran into him just now... Seeing the other party's words sincerely, she almost had the illusion that she really seemed to have saved his life.

When the man on the other side saw Wei Xiaobao talking, his eyes were staring at his cousin and his anger surged on the ground.

Just now he saw the other party shouting and hugging him, his identity seemed not small, and he was worried that today's affairs would not be good, but seeing that he didn't pursue the meaning, instead he raised his cousin's idea, and suddenly rebuffed coldly: "No need."

Although Wei Xiaobao still has a smile on his face, he has already begun to scold his mother: I hate the man who is more windy than me in Yushu in my life. This little white face and the little lady are glaring at each other, I am afraid they have already hooked up and become an adulterous woman. It's time to use some extraordinary methods...

Hearing the words of her companion, the woman in white also scolded: "We Ling Jian Shuang Xia hate you a lustful and **** person, not to mention the dog official of Tarzi. If it weren't for worrying about breaking the covenant between Song Dynasty and you, We will walk for the sky today."

"Shui Sheng and Wang Xiaofeng?" Listening to her self-reporting of her family, Song Qingshu remembered the identity of the two. It seems that because of the influence of his Jingzhou and his party, they have not yet encountered the first thick thighs in the forty-ninth chapter of the golden book.

To the ancestor of the blood knife.

"It's really lustful, but where is this flower? Zhang Kangnian, have you seen any beautiful black flowers in the world?" When Wei Xiaobao said this, Zhang Kangnian and others had already roared with a tacit laugh. I have never seen any beautiful flowers that are black."

Listening to Wei Xiaobao's words, Shui Sheng's skin tone was dark, Song Qingshu smiled slightly, Shui Sheng is a bit dark, but the skin is even and delicate, and it will not make people feel unsightly. Such a complexion adds a touch to her. Healthy vitality, can be called a beautiful girl.

The Ling Jian Shuang Xia were young and vigorous. How could he have received such insults, Shui Sheng was even more a young lady, and he swung his horse whip to Wei Xiaobao directly.

"Bold! How dare you assassinate the envoy of the Qing Dynasty in broad daylight." Wei Xiaobao said on purpose just now, just to irritate the two of them and let them act first. Zhang Kangnian, his subordinate, would not understand his intentions after waiting for Wei Xiaobao for a long time, and he drew out his swords and bells and swords. Shuangxia surrounded.

When Wang Xiaofeng saw that today's things were difficult to do well, he quickly drew his sword and stepped forward to cover Shui Sheng.

The two groups cracked and fought for half a day, and Song Qingshu yawned boredly on the sidelines. Now his martial arts has become one of the top masters in the world. How can this kind of slapstick arouse his interest.

Kangxi sent Wei Xiaobao as an envoy to Song Dynasty to discuss the alliance, and was worried about his safety, so he chose a large number of martial arts and powerful guards in the palace to protect Wei Xiaobao.

The Lingjian Shuangxia is usually more than enough to punish some local rogues and martial arts. At this moment, facing a group of wolves and tigers, the guards of the Ouchi imperial guards are suddenly stretched.

It didn't take long for the two to be subdued by the guards and pressed down in front of Wei Xiaobao: "Now that the assassin has been caught on the spot, please tell Lord Wei how to deal with it."

Wei Xiaobao circled the two of them a few times, and smiled wryly: "In broad daylight, Lang Lang is going to assassinate the envoys of the two countries. There must be some conspiracy behind it. There must be a master! Well, that's it. In order to prevent the two of them from colluding to confess, I Decided to separate the two for trial. This man, Zhang Kangnian, you sent someone to tie him to the prefect Yamen of Song State and order them to interrogate the woman strictly. As for this woman, I will be tried by Qing Dynasty. Who on earth wants to destroy the diplomatic relations between the two countries."

"My lord really has a clever plan, it is really unpredictable..." Zhang Kangnian led the guards and gave another flattery.

Wang Xiaofeng's eyes are splitting, as long as he is not a fool, he still doesn't know what abacus the other party is playing. If the cousin is taken away by him, there is no innocence!

Song Qingshu read it with gusto. I didn't expect this Wei Xiaobao to be more shameless and more direct than the original book, which suits his own appetite.

There is a classic question on the previous life website. If you want to choose one of Guo Jing and Wei Xiaobao as a friend, how would you choose?

I don’t know how others choose, but Song Qingshu is very clear, he must choose Wei Xiaobao, without him, just because of Wei Xiao’s forty-ninth chapter of the golden book, the thick thigh

Bao is a smart man.

Being his enemy is bound to be miserable. What Liu Yizhou has been defeated by the ntr lover and ruined; Zheng Keshuang, the woman who loves him is harmonized by him, and then he likes to be a father, and finally becomes a prisoner...

But being his friend has many benefits, so I won’t list them all here...

Does Guo Jing have friends? Except for an old naughty boy, I am afraid that there are no real friends. Wei Xiaobao is different. When he needs help, he raises his arms and waves of fox and dog friends come to help one after another. This can be seen from the "Killing the Turtle Conference" and Zheng Keshuang's evil rectification. Spotlight.

In Song Qingshu's view, Wei Xiaobao is the thickest thigh in the fourteen golden books, so he must hug it tightly.

It’s just that this act of bullying men and women is a bit ugly. Song Qingshu frowned, and after all, he couldn’t get rid of his face. At this moment, when he was distressed about establishing relations with him, he saw a few bald monks waving shining coldly. The scimitar rushed to Wei Xiaobao from the dark, exclaimed: God really helped me! Chapter Fifty Golden Book No. 1 Practical Master

Although those monks were wearing robes, they couldn't conceal the ferocity of their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in his hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the blood knife sect.

"How did the bloodblade clerk come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu does not intend to save people now. It is time to save people. Now Wei Xiaobao's guards have sufficient combat power. Even if he defeats the monks with blood knives three times and five times, it may not be important in Wei Xiaobao's heart. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving people can be maximized.

What do you mean by grace and hopelessness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Sword Sect were much higher than that of the Bell Sword Swordsman. Wei Xiaobao's royal guards were quite difficult to deal with. Only by relying on their number advantages, they were able to beat assassins.

"Wei Jueye can find a good friend during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept across Na Cheng with the back of a knife while speaking. Bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic action, and then contacting his self-proclaim, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the ancestor of the blood knife, who was a real combatant against the sky?

In Jin Yong's novels, the blood knife ancestor is certainly not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one, which is the number one in combat. people.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the blood knife ancestor, but when he saw his presence on the stage, he rubbed his ears that were sore by his laughter, thinking in his heart: "Mama, Lao Tzu's subordinates have a look with these few. Even the little monk's monk also drew a tie. This new old monk almost didn't write'I'm a master' on his forehead. As soon as he took action, Wei Xiaobao was going to die Xiaobao."

Then there was a smile on his face, he hehe smiled: "The predecessor has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, he is the predecessor of Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If you do, just take it away, don’t be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that his little mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The blood knife ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn’t help but touch his chin back and forth with his hands, nodded and said, “Well, it’s a pretty child, um, the eyebrows are not open, and she’s still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, ancestor. like."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From such a distance, you can see that this little lady is still a young child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless... "

The blood knife ancestor laughed twice: "Everyone said that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei Jue was a little hero who drove money and made money. At first sight today, he really deserves his reputation. If it weren't for each one, the ancestors would really want to make friends with you, but it's a pity. , It is really the first combat master in Chapter 50 of the Golden Book

Although those monks were wearing robes, they couldn't conceal the ferocity of their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in his hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the blood knife sect.

"How did the bloodblade clerk come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu does not intend to save people now. Saving people is also about the timing. Now Wei Xiaobao's guards are full of combat power. Even if he defeats the monks with blood knives three times and five times, it may not be important in Wei Xiaobao's heart. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving people can be maximized.

What do you mean by grace and hopelessness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Sword Sect were much higher than that of the Bell Sword Swordsman. Wei Xiaobao's royal guards were quite difficult to deal with. Only by relying on their number advantages, they were able to beat assassins.

"Wei Jueye can find a good friend during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept across Na Cheng with the back of a knife while speaking. Bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic action, and then contacting his self-proclaim, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the ancestor of the blood knife, who was a real combatant against the sky?

In Jin Yong's novels, the blood knife ancestor is certainly not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one, which is the number one in combat. people.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the blood knife ancestor, but when he saw his presence on the stage, he rubbed his ears that were sore by his laughter, thinking in his heart: "Mama, Lao Tzu's subordinates have a look with these few. Even the little monk's monk also drew a tie. This new old monk almost didn't write'I'm a master' on his forehead. As soon as he took action, Wei Xiaobao was going to die Xiaobao."

Then there was a smile on his face, he hehe smiled: "The predecessor has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, he is the predecessor of Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If you do, just take it away, don’t be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that his little mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The blood knife ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn’t help but touch his chin back and forth with his hands, nodded and said, “Well, it’s a pretty child, um, the eyebrows are not open, and she’s still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, ancestor. like."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From such a distance, you can see that this little lady is still a young child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless... "

The blood knife ancestor laughed twice: "Everyone said that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei Jue was a little hero who drove money and made money. At first sight today, he really deserves his reputation. If it weren't for each one, the ancestors would really want to make friends with you, but it's a pity. , It is really the first combat master in Chapter 50 of the Golden Book

Although those monks were wearing robes, they couldn't conceal the ferocity of their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in his hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the blood knife sect.

"How did the bloodblade clerk come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu does not intend to save people now. Saving people is also about the timing. Now Wei Xiaobao's guards are full of combat power. Even if he defeats the monks with blood knives three times and five times, it may not be important in Wei Xiaobao's heart. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving people can be maximized.

What do you mean by grace and hopelessness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Sword Sect were much higher than that of the Bell Sword Swordsman. Wei Xiaobao's royal guards were quite difficult to deal with. Only by relying on their number advantages, they were able to beat assassins.

"Wei Jueye can find a good friend during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept across Na Cheng with the back of a knife while speaking. Bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic action, and then contacting his self-proclaim, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the ancestor of the blood knife, who was a real combatant against the sky?

In Jin Yong's novels, the blood knife ancestor is certainly not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one, which is the number one in combat. people.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the blood knife ancestor, but when he saw his presence on the stage, he rubbed his ears that were sore by his laughter, thinking in his heart: "Mama, Lao Tzu's subordinates have a look with these few. Even the little monk's monk also drew a tie. This new old monk almost didn't write'I'm a master' on his forehead. As soon as he took action, Wei Xiaobao was going to die Xiaobao."

Then there was a smile on his face, he hehe smiled: "The predecessor has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, he is the predecessor of Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If you do, just take it away, don’t be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that his little mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The blood knife ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn’t help but touch his chin back and forth with his hands, nodded and said, “Well, it’s a pretty child, um, the eyebrows are not open, and she’s still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, ancestor. like."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From such a distance, you can see that this little lady is still a young child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless... "

The blood knife ancestor laughed twice: "Everyone said that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei Jue was a little hero who drove money and made money. At first sight today, he really deserves his reputation. If it weren't for each one, the ancestors would really want to make friends with you, but it's a pity. , It is really the first combat master in Chapter 50 of the Golden Book

Although those monks were wearing robes, they couldn't conceal the ferocity of their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in his hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the blood knife sect.

"How did the bloodblade clerk come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu does not intend to save people now. Saving people is also about the timing. Now Wei Xiaobao's guards are full of combat power. Even if he defeats the monks with blood knives three times and five times, it may not be important in Wei Xiaobao's heart. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving people can be maximized.

What do you mean by grace and hopelessness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Sword Sect were much higher than that of the Bell Sword Swordsman. Wei Xiaobao's royal guards were quite difficult to deal with. Only by relying on their number advantages, they were able to beat assassins.

"Wei Jueye can find a good friend during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept across Na Cheng with the back of a knife while speaking. Bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic action, and then contacting his self-proclaim, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the ancestor of the blood knife, who was a real combatant against the sky?

In Jin Yong's novels, the blood knife ancestor is certainly not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one, which is the number one in combat. people.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the blood knife ancestor, but when he saw his presence on the stage, he rubbed his ears that were sore by his laughter, thinking in his heart: "Mama, Lao Tzu's subordinates have a look with these few. Even the little monk's monk also drew a tie. This new old monk almost didn't write'I'm a master' on his forehead. As soon as he took action, Wei Xiaobao was going to die Xiaobao."

Then there was a smile on his face, he hehe smiled: "The predecessor has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, he is the predecessor of Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If you do, just take it away, don’t be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that his little mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The blood knife ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn’t help but touch his chin back and forth with his hands, nodded and said, “Well, it’s a pretty child, um, the eyebrows are not open, and she’s still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, ancestor. like."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From such a distance, you can see that this little lady is still a young child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless... "

The blood knife ancestor laughed twice: "Everyone said that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei Jue was a little hero who drove money and made money. At first sight today, he really deserves his reputation. If it weren't for each one, the ancestors would really want to make friends with you, but it's a pity. , It is really the first combat master in Chapter 50 of the Golden Book

Although those monks were wearing robes, they couldn't conceal the ferocity of their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in his hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the blood knife sect.

"How did the bloodblade clerk come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu does not intend to save people now. Saving people is also about the timing. Now Wei Xiaobao's guards are full of combat power. Even if he defeats the monks with blood knives three times and five times, it may not be important in Wei Xiaobao's heart. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving people can be maximized.

What do you mean by grace and hopelessness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Sword Sect were much higher than that of the Bell Sword Swordsman. Wei Xiaobao's royal guards were quite difficult to deal with. Only by relying on their number advantages, they were able to beat assassins.

"Wei Jueye can find a good friend during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept across Na Cheng with the back of a knife while speaking. Bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic action, and then contacting his self-proclaim, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the ancestor of the blood knife, who was a real combatant against the sky?

In Jin Yong's novels, the blood knife ancestor is certainly not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one, which is the number one in combat. people.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the blood knife ancestor, but when he saw his presence on the stage, he rubbed his ears that were sore by his laughter, thinking in his heart: "Mama, Lao Tzu's subordinates have a look with these few. Even the little monk's monk also drew a tie. This new old monk almost didn't write'I'm a master' on his forehead. As soon as he took action, Wei Xiaobao was going to die Xiaobao."

Then there was a smile on his face, he hehe smiled: "The predecessor has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, he is the predecessor of Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If you do, just take it away, don’t be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that his little mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The blood knife ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn’t help but touch his chin back and forth with his hands, nodded and said, “Well, it’s a pretty child, um, the eyebrows are not open, and she’s still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, ancestor. like."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From such a distance, you can see that this little lady is still a young child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless... "

The blood knife ancestor laughed twice: "Everyone said that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei Jue was a little hero who drove money and made money. At first sight today, he really deserves his reputation. If it weren't for each one, the ancestors would really want to make friends with you, but it's a pity. , It is really the first combat master in Chapter 50 of the Golden Book

Although those monks were wearing robes, they couldn't conceal the ferocity of their faces. Coupled with the strange scimitars in his hands, Song Qingshu immediately realized that these should be disciples of the blood knife sect.

"How did the bloodblade clerk come to assassinate Wei Xiaobao?" Song Qingshu was very puzzled. The two should have nothing to do with each other.

However, Song Qingshu does not intend to save people now. Saving people is also about the timing. Now Wei Xiaobao's guards are full of combat power. Even if he defeats the monks with blood knives three times and five times, it may not be important in Wei Xiaobao's heart. He is in a desperate situation, and the effect of saving people can be maximized.

What do you mean by grace and hopelessness? Sorry, Song Qingshu has never been such a person.

The martial arts of the monks of the Blood Sword Sect were much higher than that of the Bell Sword Swordsman. Wei Xiaobao's royal guards were quite difficult to deal with. Only by relying on their number advantages, they were able to beat assassins.

"Wei Jueye can find a good friend during this trip to Jiangnan." With a long laugh, Song Qingshu noticed a middle-aged monk with a brave face appeared on the roof, and he slowly swept across Na Cheng with the back of a knife while speaking. Bright bald head.

Seeing that iconic action, and then contacting his self-proclaim, Song Qingshu wondered if he was the ancestor of the blood knife, who was a real combatant against the sky?

In Jin Yong's novels, the blood knife ancestor is certainly not the highest in martial arts, but he has the most brilliant record. Faced with four masters of the same level as himself, he finally killed three of them and captured one, which is the number one in combat. people.

Wei Xiaobao didn't know the name of the blood knife ancestor, but when he saw his presence on the stage, he rubbed his ears that were sore by his laughter, thinking in his heart: "Mama, Lao Tzu's subordinates have a look with these few. Even the little monk's monk also drew a tie. This new old monk almost didn't write'I'm a master' on his forehead. As soon as he took action, Wei Xiaobao was going to die Xiaobao."

Then there was a smile on his face, he hehe smiled: "The predecessor has a mighty and majestic temperament. At first glance, he is the predecessor of Huaguo. My little treasure loves making friends most in his life. I just met a beautiful young lady today. If you do, just take it away, don’t be polite to me."

Shui Sheng on the side made a strong voice of indignation, but it was a pity that his little mouth had already been blocked, and in the end it all turned into a whining sound.

The blood knife ancestor glanced at Shui Sheng unexpectedly, couldn’t help but touch his chin back and forth with his hands, nodded and said, “Well, it’s a pretty child, um, the eyebrows are not open, and she’s still a big girl with yellow flowers, not bad, ancestor. like."

Wei Xiaobao looked at him with admiration: "Sure enough, an expert is an expert. From such a distance, you can see that this little lady is still a young child. Xiaobao's admiration for you is like a surging river, endless... "

The blood knife ancestor laughed twice: "Everyone said that the Great Qing Dynasty's Lord Wei Jue was a little hero who drove money out of justice, and he really deserves his reputation when he saw it today. If it weren't for the masters of each other, the ancestors would really want to make friends with you, it's a pity. , It is really possible