Because his name was homonymous with Song Qingshu, he was often ridiculed by friends, and he also got the nickname of the king of spare tires. At that time, he was proud and confident. He just laughed at it. He didn’t expect it to be true Song Qingshu became the spare part of that tragedy.
“Come in.” The woman in Tsing Yi at the table was silent for a while, and said lightly.
Song Qingshu has already confirmed that this is the world of Yitian Sword and Dragon Slayer by eight points. No one will be so boring to specially set up these scenes to deceive himself. The key is that he clearly remembers that he was dead at that time.
According to their conversations, it was speculated that this time should be the Shaolin Temple Lion Slaughter Conference. Song Qingshu was seriously injured. The Qingyi woman was naturally her titular wife Zhou Zhiruo.
Song Qingshu subconsciously pretended to continue to be in a coma. In the original work, Song Qingshu and Zhou Zhiruo’s marriage was originally named and unreal. Zhou Zhiruo didn’t have much affection for Song Qingshu, and after various versions of TV dramas, Song Qingshu had an impression of Zhou Zhiruo’s black belly. Profoundly, if she knew that Song Qingshu had been replaced by herself, she would definitely not hesitate to send herself to the west with a nine-yin white claw.
Song Qingshu has already died once, and I don’t want to taste that taste again. Zhang Wuji also walked in at this time, “Song, how is his injury, take me to see him.”
When Zhou Zhiruo saw him come in, she didn’t look back, but said coldly: “He was shattered with bones all over his body and his injuries were extremely serious. Most of them can’t live anymore. I don’t know if he can survive tonight.”
Song Qing’s words made Song Qing laughed bitterly: “This little girl has no conscience. The original owner of this body is also his husband in name. Now she is dying. She actually doesn’t care. Does she want him to succeed after death? Is a pretty widow thrown into Zhang Wuji’s arms again?”
Zhang Wuji said: “You know that my medical skills are not bad, and I am willing to try my best to treat it.”
His words ignited hope in Song Qingshu’s heart. Zhang Wuji got the true story of the Butterfly Valley Medical Immortal. With his treatment, his own fortune was saved.
Zhou Zhiruo asked: “Why are you saving him?”
Song Qingshu was stunned when she heard it on the bed, and secretly pityed the original owner of this body: It seems that you are not mixed up very well, and your wife is wishing you to die sooner.
Zhang Wuji stunned and said: “I am sorry for you, and I am extremely ashamed. What’s more, today you are merciful and spared my life. Brother Song was injured, I will do my best.”
Zhou Zhiruo faintly said: “You are merciful first, don’t I know? If you can save Brother Song, how can I repay you?”
This situation is not right, why are you like a couple complaining to each other? How can you repay a woman who asks a man in such a bitter way, what if the other party wants you to agree? Song Qingshu seemed to see a green light flashing on the forehead of the original owner of this body. Although Zhou Zhi was not his wife, he was still worried.
Zhang Wuji said: “One life for another, please be merciful to my foster father.” Zhang Wuji’s words made Song Qing relieved. Fortunately, he is emotionally indecisive. If he has a personality like Wei Xiaobao, this At that time, as long as she is shameless, Zhou Zhiruo still doesn’t give in?
Zhou Zhiruo pointed to the inner hall and said lightly: “He is inside.”
Zhang Wuji came to the bed, observed Song Qingshu’s injuries, and said: “Mrs. Song, can I save Brother Song’s life? I can hardly say, can I give it a try?”
As soon as the three words “Mrs. Song” came out, Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji the more pleasing her eyes were, “If I am cured, I won’t care about the eyebrows between you and Zhou Zhiruo.” Song Qingshu was secretly in her heart. Calculating, 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 the previous heart, it was entirely because Zhou Zhiruo was a recognized beauty in the martial arts, and Song Qing was negligent of men’s possessive psychology.
Now I want to come to the woman who thought Song Qing had a problem with her character, but it was not completely wrong. This is the case in this society, unless you are a second generation who eats and waits to die, or is a mediocre mediocre, otherwise as long as you fight, you will always be assimilated by the big dye tank of society.
There is no difference between good and bad people in the world. The misfortune of bad people is that they let most people see their bad side. Good people, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, let everyone see the good side. .
Song Qingshu is the former of tragedy. His dark side was shown to the woman by his rival, so he became a villain; the dark side of his rival was not seen at all by the woman, so even if he was killed by the rival , The woman in the dark still feels that the rival in love is a gentleman.
While Song Qing was contemplating, Zhang Wuji had already begun to help him connect his bones. Song Qing was so painful~IndoMTL.com~ But when she couldn’t figure out the state of the world, she only dared to pretend to be dreaming, and didn’t dare to cry out loud.
Zhang Wuji straightened his broken bones, picked out the black jade intermittent ointment, and used Nine-Yang magical power to put the medicine power into the broken bones in Song Qingshu. After a stick of incense, he let out a long sigh of relief and said to Zhou Zhiruo. : “Brother Song’s life is okay, it’s just…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 I won’t be able to practice martial arts again.” Zhang Wuji’s words were like five thunderstorms, and Song Qingshu was dumbfounded. In the world of martial arts, becoming a useless person means nothing. Metaphor.
“You don’t have to blame yourself, it is not easy to save him.” Zhou Zhiruo still said indifferent, Song Qingshu heard it strangely, as if they were husband and wife, she was just an outsider, uh , I really seem to be an outsider.
Next, Zhang Wuji worried that Zhou Zhiruo would not be able to beat Shaolin Sandu, and spoke very tactfully about the power of King Kong’s magic circle, hoping to work with him to break the truth.
Zhou Zhiruo categorically refused: “We used to have a marriage agreement, but my husband is dying at the moment. In addition, I did not hurt your life today. Others must say that I still have my old love for you. If you invite you to help, the world Everyone will scold me for being shameless and profane.”
Zhang Wuji said anxiously: “We only need to have a clear conscience and others’ words, what should we do with him?”
“What if I have a guilty conscience?” Zhou Zhiruo’s rhetorical question filled the room with 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 happened to your predecessor? What kind of evil did I have done? I won’t tell you how to rebirth my body. Even my wife can’t keep you safe.”