Chapter 12 Little Dragon Girl son is so big

Song Qingshu is extremely tough to carry every punch and kick that is put on the body, as usual, calmly clip the dishes, drinking wine, although it is said that under the opponent's fists and feet, almost no bite of food, a glass of wine can be successfully delivered to the mouth. "Good man!" Not far from a table about seven or eight-year-old boy shot up, turned his head to a beautiful woman wrapped in snow-white fur beside him and said, "Mother, I want to save him." A group of gangsters also tired of fighting, the key is Song Qingshu a dead man look, they fight also boring, this time to hear someone out of the head, suddenly stopped, found a seven or eight-year-old doll, immediately laughter, to see the appearance of the woman next to him, suddenly lustful. The leader of the landlord opened his mouth and teased: "Yo, where is the little lady so beautiful, if you come over and have a drink with the master, the master will not bother with your waifu." "Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed a bench aside and threw it over. The leader of the gangsters did not expect him to strike, and he was smashed to pieces by his carelessness, and in anger he greeted his brothers: "Beat me to death, don't move that little lady." "Watch out!" Song Qingshu was beaten nose-to-nose, also can not really see the situation over there, only feel a few tiger-backed hans to a small child pounced. Seeing the people who pounced, the boy did not panic, a dodge to put down a landlord, and then stood in the middle, allowing the crowd to surround him, a few times down, the crowd actually did not take advantage of the slightest advantage. "Huh?" Song Qingshu look carefully, see that the boy strikes a strange short, lifting hands and kicking feet, all not more than half a foot away, but the number of moves dense incomparable, always around the body does not show half a crack, so a few hooligans completely attacked not into. Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly guarded, quite the essence of Taiji Gong, and thought what he had to do with Wudang. Considering his identity as an outcast of Wudang, he had planned to leave first, so as not to chat awkwardly. However, he noticed that although the boy's hands and feet are quite a big style, but after all, young, too much of a disadvantage in strength, has gradually fallen into the wind. This came instead he was not good to go, a few gangsters see so long can not take a child, face some can not stand, a man a ruthless, pulled out a knife to the boy cut the past. "Watch out!" Song Qingshu alarmed, grabbed a bench and rushed over, if this child because of saving his own life instead, then he is afraid to feel guilty for life. The woman wrapped in white fur also made a move, only to see a white silk belt fly out, wrapped around the boy in the circle and pulled him backwards, pulling him out of the battle circle. Seeing that Song Qingshu was caught in a heavy siege, he hesitated and flew over with a light step on the table next to him. Onlookers only saw a flash of white light, the woman rushed into the battle circle, Song Qingshu only felt a light body, was a soft force sent to the boy next to. Song Qingshu hurriedly looked up, only to see the woman's hand white silk belt is like a white dragon, circling and flying, vertical and horizontal up and down, but heard the sound of bang bang bang sound, in the blink of an eye, several men's blades all let the lady with a silk belt to take down, people all fell to the floor. Song Qingshu dumbfounded to look at everything in front of him, did not expect the delicate looking woman's martial arts skills are so powerful, thinking, white woman, white silk as a weapon, is it the little dragon lady? Looking at the boy with a tiger's head and brain, Song Qingshu's heart is not a bit tasty: originally the little dragon lady is still full of fantasy, just did not expect her son is so big. The woman nodded politely to Song Qingshu, then took the boy's hand and walked downstairs, Song Qingshu full of questions could not help but swallow all to the stomach. The boy turned back to him to make a face, shrugging a helpless expression, the Song Qingshu amused. Hesitation, Song Qingshu still decided to go after. Xiao Long Nui can be said to be the dream girl of all men, and now what if she has a child, Song Qingshu does not want to miss the great opportunity to get to know her. "Miss Long, wait ......" Song Qingshu panted all the way to catch up. Hearing him apparently shouting at her, the woman stopped and looked back in confusion, "Is the gentleman mistaken for someone else? I don't believe in dragons." "Why do you people call me mother girl?" The tiger-headed boy glared at him with some anger. Song Qingshu was stunned, is not the little dragon lady? He hastily apologized: "I saw the lady's attire and weapons, and the impression of someone very similar, I hope the lady forgive me. My name is Song Qingshu, thank you for saving my wife's life." The boy interjected at this time: "It is obvious that I saved you, you do not thank me, but thank my mother, must have seen my mother beautiful, the heart of bad thoughts. Just now I thought you were a good man with strong bones, but now it seems that you are just a villain." His words made the two adults embarrassed, the woman in white glared at her son: "Fei'er, don't talk nonsense!" Said to Song Qingshu cast an apologetic glance, "Children do not know what to do, the gentleman do not mind." Hearing the woman call him Fei'er, Song Qingshu's mind flashed and he blurted out, "Could it be that you are Mrs. Hu?" The woman gave him a wary look, "I don't seem to have seen the gentleman before." Song Qingshu was very excited. Excited, squatted down and grabbed the boy's shoulders and asked, "You are the Flying Fox of Snow Mountain Hu Fei?" The boy looked at him in surprise: "I am Hu Fei is not false, not what the Flying Fox of the Snowy Mountains, eh, this name is quite powerful, from now on it will be used as a nickname!" Mrs. Hu quietly pulled Hu Fei over and asked in a deep voice, "I wonder why the grandson recognizes our mother and son?" "I grew up revering chivalrous warriors and righteous men, and with deliberate attention, I have a better understanding of some things in Jianghu," Song Qingshu haphazardly excused himself, suddenly frowned, looked at the crystal-like lovely child in front of him, and hesitantly asked, "But I heard that when the great warrior Hu unfortunately died, Mrs. Hu also followed martyrdom ......" Mrs. Hu smiled faintly and gave Hu Fei a doting look: "I was indeed ready to follow Brother Hu, but when I drew my sword, Fei'er suddenly cried out. I suddenly thought that although Warrior Miao is a decent man, there is no guarantee that there are villains, so I decided to raise Brother Hu's only blood first." Song Qingshu did not expect that the plot has changed, it seems that the butterfly effect of his own crossing has begun to appear, is suffering from the moment, Hu Fei excitedly pull his sleeve, looking at him expectantly: "You know my father?" Song Qingshu came back to his senses, heard his question, looking at the sky with a look of longing: "Liaodong Hu a knife, meet the evil-doer, is a knife, is Song I have always admired the great heroes and great heroes, only a pity that the fate is stingy." Seeing his appreciation of her husband, Mrs. Hu's face can not help but be a little more relaxed, as if recalling the days of chivalry and righteousness with her husband, the corners of her mouth revealed a sweet smile.