Song Qingshu smiled wryly. "Brother Tang Kuo, aren't you pushing me into an unjust position?"
Tang Kuo Bian shook his head. "We Enlightened Masters don't have as many formalities as you Hans. What I've just said is what I truly think. Besides, we've already made a vow. Now that I'm dead, you can inherit my wife and assets. "Yi Shu · 1 ·?"
Song Qingshu hesitated. "I can promise you anything else, but your wife, how can I …"
Tang Kuo Bian was overjoyed when he heard that Song Qingshu had agreed to do the three things for him. "Hahaha, with Brother Song's promise, I, Tang Kuo Bian, can die in peace."
"Brother Tang Kuo, did you hear what I said?" Song Qingshu was speechless.
Tang Kuo Bian sighed. "Do you think I'm willing to let another man ride on Ge Bi? But I can't save her now. Without anyone to protect her, she'll be the most delicious delicacy. When that happens, let alone Wanyan Liang, even the other nobles will want to have a bite of her. Rather than letting her become another man's plaything, why don't I just give her to you? You have the ability to protect her, and at the same time, you can fulfill my dying wish. Furthermore, we are sworn brothers. In the words of you Han people, this can be considered as keeping fertile water in one's own field. "
Song Qingshu was speechless. Tang Kuo Bian didn't know much about Chinese. How could he use an idiom like this? Although, the concept was quite fitting …
"Brother Song, I don't have much time left. Listen carefully to what I have to say about the Tang Kuo Clan …" Tang Kuo Bian interrupted when he saw that Song Qingshu was about to say something. He hurriedly told him some secrets that only he knew, so that his disguise would be even more perfect. Want to see? Books? · 1 ·? ·
After some time, Song Qingshu stood in the room with a letter written in blood by Tang Kuo Bian and his clan leader's seal in his hand. Tang Kuo Bian had died a long time ago. His eyes were wide open. His hatred for Wan Yanliang and his longing for life had caused him to die with a grievance.
The reason why Song Qingshu was so desolate was because he was powerless in front of the God of Death. He could only watch as Tang Kuobian's life slowly extinguished. No matter how high a person's martial arts were, they were insignificant in the cycle of reincarnation.
Of course, the death of his sworn brother, Tang Kuo Bian, saddened him greatly, even though Song Qingshu had only treated him as a fair-weather friend. Especially when Tang Kuo Bian entrusted his funeral to him before he died, he could still feel the weight on his shoulders.
Song Qingshu picked up Tang Kuo Bian's body and used Spectral Treading Through Sands to leave the city.
After finding a quiet place to bury Tang Kuo Bian, Song Qingshu looked at the hasty grave in front of him and made a promise to himself, "Brother Tang Kuo, you'll have to suffer here for the time being. Once I've finished what you asked of me, I'll bury you in a grand way and return you to the ancestral grave of the Tang Kuo family. See? Book · 1 · "
Song Qingshu didn't follow Tang Kuo Bian's last words and cut off the skin of his face. After all, he had the ability to disguise himself, so he didn't need to resort to such a bloody method. In his mind, the dead were the most important, and leaving an intact body was a custom recognized by all ethnic groups.
Too many things had happened tonight. Witnessing his sworn brother's death with his own eyes, coupled with his own powerlessness, Song Qingshu's heart was burning with anger. He desperately needed to vent it, and the warmth and softness of a woman was the best medicine for his wounds.
After busying himself for most of the night, by the time Song Qingshu returned to his room, half of the night had passed. However, the two hours before dawn was the darkest, and also the time when people slept the most soundly.
Song Qingshu didn't light a lamp. He groped his way to the bed in the dark. In the hazy darkness, he vaguely saw the beauty lying on her side with her back to him. She was sleeping soundly, and the beautiful curves of her body were enough to make any man's heart beat faster.
Song Qingshu reached out his hand to wake her up, but stopped himself. He thought to himself, "Mrs. Tang's mood has already changed from joy to sorrow tonight. If she finds out about her brother's death, I'm afraid her body won't be able to take it."
Of course, Song Qingshu had his own selfish reasons. He urgently needed to vent the negative emotions in his body. If Mrs. Tang found out about his brother's death, it would be too much for him to ask her to have sex with him.
Looking at the woman sleeping soundly, Song Qingshu didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Mrs. Tang's body seemed to be a bit more seductive than usual.
Song Qingshu rarely encountered this kind of opportunity. Looking at the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, he suddenly felt like he was having an affair, and his heart was thumping with excitement.
Taking a deep breath, Song Qingshu calmed his mind. He carefully pinched a corner of the quilt with two fingers and gently lifted it up. The woman was only wearing a close-fitting undergarment, and a large area of white skin on the back of her neck was exposed. In the dark of the night, it shone with an alluring halo.
Looking at that slender and slender neck, Song Qingshu's body became even hotter.
Song Qingshu hurriedly took off all his clothes and carefully got on the bed. He put down the brocade quilt and wrapped the two of them in it.
There was a refreshing and sweet woman's fragrance in the quilt. Song Qingshu's body suddenly became harder than iron. He faintly felt that he was about to explode, and he urgently needed the comfort of the woman's moist body.
There was a big difference between men and women. Women were very sensitive to fragrance and could keenly distinguish whether their husbands had the scent of other women, but it was difficult for men to distinguish the difference.
Therefore, the careless Song Qingshu didn't realize that the sweet fragrance coming from the woman in the quilt was actually very different from Mrs. Tang's!
Song Qingshu hugged the woman from behind, and his other hand very familiarly untied the last layer of the woman's close-fitting clothes. In order to avoid waking the other party, he even directly used sword energy to lightly cut through the other party's clothes, effortlessly stripping the woman in the quilt.
Although he couldn't see clearly in the darkness, a man's intuition about women told Song Qingshu that the woman in the quilt was an extremely seductive stunner.
Song Qingshu's hot and hard body reached between her legs, and her full and beautiful buttocks were tightly embedded in his lower abdomen, causing the two of them to be intimately connected.
At this time, Song Qingshu could fully feel the astonishing elasticity and smoothness of the other party's skin. With a light caress, that delicate feeling made Song Qingshu's entire body tremble.
Song Qingshu reached out his hand and went in front of her, grabbing that full and towering place. The perfect touch made Song Qingshu's heart burst with joy. It was too wonderful for words!
"This Mrs. Tang is really a stunner. Every time she gives me a completely different feeling of novelty," Song Qingshu thought to himself.
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