Chapter 1080: This Pain Is Unbearable
rself."“I do business, make money, lay down an intelligence network, and finally for what”"I have no bugging devices to enrich my personal life with secrets."Let me know if you have any other text you...That day, Song came to his senses and saw the face of a pretty and charming young girl.
Up close, in the sunlight, her delicate skin flushed with a faint blush, like the charmingly seductive blossoms of the apricot trees along the Usury River in spring.
"Beautiful maiden, you are like the March peach blossoms."
"Snap"
A slap landed on his shoulder.
"If you're going to be stabbed into a honeycomb, at least don't talk nonsense."
Yang Ruqing glared at that day's song with displeasure, feeling a sense of frustration.
And all the while, the whip in her hand never stopped.
A gust of wind whipped up around him, shielding him from the attack.
That day, Song came back to his senses and realized he had been protected by a woman all along.
The blood of the northerners boiled in an instant.
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He trembled with rage and roared, "Come at me if you have something to say! Don't lay a finger on this woman!"
He picked up the weapon that had fallen to the ground and charged back in.
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This time, he was unstoppable, mowing down his opponents like a human reaping machine.
Yang Ruqing stared for a moment, this bull was quite fierce. "Ruqing, are you alright"
After escaping from the several black-clad men, Luo Fengtang jumped beside Yang Ruqing.
"I'm fine, come on, let's kill together."
Yang Ruqing, Luofeng Tang, and Nà Rì Sōng were three against the world as they charged forward together.
More samurai from the Daitai clan arrived to reinforce.
Soon, half of the black-clothed men were wounded and killed. The rest, seeing the situation was dire, turned and fled.
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But before they could even run off the field, a large group of samurai suddenly surged outside the stadium.
Yang Ruqing finally understood why the number of reinforcements was so few. It turned out that the Grand Elder had deployed most of the troops outside to set up a heaven and earth net.
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The remaining black-clad individuals here pose no threat.
Luo Fengtang grabbed his arm, the one that was now covered in blood, and said urgently, "You need to treat your wound as soon as possible. Otherwise, it could get very serious."
The tense emotions eased a little, and that day Song finally noticed something on his left arm.
A deep gash can be seen to the bone.
The blood had already soaked the whole area.
"Hiss"
He couldn't help but take a sharp, cool breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Hurry, go over there"
Luofengtang dragged that day's retreat from the killing circle, Yang Ruoqing also didn't chase after him.
Luo Fengtang led that day's Song Fu to the back of a felt tent, and had him sit down.
"Do you have any wine" he asked.
That day, Song Ci was in so much pain that his face had paled a few shades. “Yes,”
He took down the wine jug he was going to hang up and handed it to Luofeng Tang.
Luofeng Tang held a wine jug in one hand and grasped that day's pine branch with the other, pondering what to do next.
Yang Ruqing took the wine jug from his hand: "I'll handle these tasks."
She has healed so many people and wolves, she could do it with her eyes closed.
"Alright, I'll go call his subordinates over there."
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Luò Fēng Táng got up and ran away.
Here, Yang Ruoqing knelt down in front of Song that day.
She glanced at the young man, and found that he was also looking at her.
Although his face was pale and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, he still couldn't hide the fiery glint in his eyes.
If you keep looking at me with those lecherous eyes, I guarantee I'll gouge your eyeballs out.
Yang Ruqing said viciously.
That day, Song froze for a moment, his head full of black lines.
“You're looking so frail and weak, how could you possibly say such things It's self-destructive,” he asked in disbelief.
“Humph, you don't understand my sister's gentleness.”
Yang Ruqing twitched the corner of her mouth, then tightened her grip.
"Sizzle"
That day, half of Song's sleeve was pulled down by her, revealing his strong and muscular arm.
The muscles on his arms are incredible, like he's been on steroids.
"It seems you like strong men."
Seeing Yang Ruqing's gaze lingering on his bicep, that day Song asked with a hint of pride.
He clenched his muscles secretly, trying to make his arms look more perfect.
When he pulled at the wound, he winced again and drew in a sharp breath.
Yang Ruqing smirked and poured half the wine from her hip flask directly onto Rizong's wound.
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This is the strongest liquor.
Upon encountering the wound, a sizzling sound arose, causing her to twitch at the corners of her mouth.
Not to mention that day he relaxed.
His body stiffened suddenly, and he almost gasped for air.
"Aren't you boasting about how strong you are You can't even handle a little pain."
She picked up the fallen sleeve from the ground and used the liquor to wipe his wound.
The action is not at all gentle.
The pain was so intense that day, Song Wu's facial features were contorted in agony.
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"No, no pain," he gritted out.
All over trembling.
This Southern woman, you can't afford to offend her, revenge, plain and simple revenge. Yet Yang Ruoqing ignored him, applying the hemostatic powder she brought to his wound.
I like strong men, but I don't like brainless brutes.
She was treating her wounds while she spoke.
"Those men in black, they obviously came to assassinate you,"
"You're going into their midst alone That's suicide," she said.
That day, Song Si calmed down a little. Hearing Yang Ruqing's words, he recalled what had happened before.
His arrogant and unrestrained eyebrows were furrowed together.
"Damn it, to dare attack my revered Lord Song that day! I won't let them get away with this!"
Before he could finish his words, he let out another low cry.
At a glance, it was Yang Ruohua there kneading the bones near her wound.
"Does this hurt" she asked while squeezing it.
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That day, the pine swayed its head.
Yang Ruqing retracted her hand, "It's fine, no bones were broken."
She took out a clean handkerchief and tightly bandaged his wound.
"Do not get the wound wet within three days, and do not drink alcohol within three days."
Having finished explaining these things, she picked up the wine jug and tilted her body to use the remaining wine to wash her hands.
That day, Song Zu sat up and looked at her: "That's it."
She glared at him: "Well, what else do you want"
That day, Song glanced at the wound on his arm and suddenly felt a little down.
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"What's your name" he asked again.
“What are you doing” she asked without looking up.
"Seeing you bandaged like that, it's quite authentic. Are you a doctor" he asked again.
Yang Ruqing ignored him.
After washing her hands, she put down the wine pot and stood up.
That day, Matsu also stood up.
"Miss, you saved my life and healed my wounds. Leave your name so I can marry you and repay you." He said earnestly.
Looking into her eyes, I saw gratitude and sincerity.
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It's no longer like when I first caught her on the hillside, that hunter-to-prey feeling.
"Marry me"
Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, sizing up the man before her.
Besides, you lost to Luofeng Tang and therefore have no right.
"Even if you win, do you think a woman like me is someone you could control" she asked.
That day, Song was stunned.
Thinking back, he almost died before, and she saved him from the knife.
"I'm good at wielding a whip, aren't I" she asked again.
That day Song nodded without hesitation: "Very impressive, very good".sk.“If it's about cooking, I suggest Aunt Si, you should not make things difficult for my aunt. After all, we are all relatives, and relatives shouldn’t make things difficult for each other!” Yang Ruo...