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After Song Qingshu woke up in the night, he saw Zhou Zhiruo lying on the opposite bed and quietly asleep. He suddenly felt a sense of disgust. His thoughts began to spin in his mind, and thought about how to take revenge. He also thought of Zhang Wuji’s martial arts and his status as the …
“Can it really be cured?” Song Qingshu was a little skeptical, after all, it was hard for him to believe anything without evidence. “Brother Song shouldn’t hold too much hope. I can only try my best. The probability of success is only 10 or 20 percent. I wonder if Brother Song is willing to try …
Zhou Zhiruo quietly sighed, “Brother Wuji, I am now Mrs. Song. If you really love me, as long as you promise to marry me, I will leave my current husband even if I have to face the ridicule of the world. Once we are married. On the night of our bridal chamber, you…you can do …
“Who!” Unlike Song Qingshu, Zhou Zhiruo was presently counted amongst the near first-class masters. She immediately sat up and stared at the back of the opponent, using the Nine Yin White Bone Claw, her hands were ready to attack. “Zhiruo, it’s me.” The masked man turned around and pulled down his mask. It was the …
Song Qingshu suddenly became a little desperate. The Sweeping Monk was almost a god-like existence in Jin Yong’s book. If he said that he couldn’t save him. It was really hopeless. Seeing that Song Qingshu had almost despaired, the Sweeping Monk silently chanted the Buddha’s name and slowly said: “Martial arts is something outside of …