It was difficult for him to leave. Several gangsters could not take down a child for so long, and their faces were a little uneasy. One of them was so fierce that they pulled out the knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child had lost his life because of saving him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman wrapped in a white fur also took action. A white ribbon flew out, wrapped around the boy in the circle, pulled him out of the battle circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's daughter is so old

Song Qingshu carried every punch and every kick he put on his body with a very tough heart, and calmly clamped the dishes and drank wine as usual. Although there was almost no sip of the dishes under the other party's punches and feet, a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly to his mouth.

"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away slapped the table, turned his head to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur beside him and said, "Mom, I want to save him."

A group of gangsters were tired of fighting. The key was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were useless to fight. At this time, when they heard someone stand up, they stopped and found that they were a seven or eight-year-old doll. They burst into laughter. After seeing the appearance of the woman next to him, they suddenly felt lustful.

The gangster leader opened his mouth and teased, "Oh, where did the little lady come from so beautiful? If you come here to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not be bothered with your baby."

"Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.

The gangster leader didn't expect him to take action, but was beaten up in vain. He was furious and called his brothers: "Boe me to death, don't touch that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen. He couldn't see the situation there. He only felt a few men with a tiger back and a bear waist rushed towards a child.

Seeing the people rushing towards him, the boy was calm and did not panic. He flashed and knocked down a gangster. Then he stood in the middle and let everyone surround him. After several battles, everyone did not get any advantage.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy was very short and raised his hand to kick his feet, not even half a foot away. However, his tricks were extremely dense and he never showed any flaws around him, so several hooligans could not attack him at all.

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly based on guard and was quite literally Tai Chi skills. He was also wondering what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his identity as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversation.

However, he noticed that although the boy's every move was quite good, he was young and suffered too much in strength and was gradually at a disadvantage.

It was difficult for him to leave. Several gangsters could not take down a child for so long, and their faces were a little uneasy. One of them was so fierce that they pulled out the knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child had lost his life because of saving him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.

The woman wrapped in a white fur also took action. A white ribbon flew out, wrapped around the boy in the circle, pulled him out of the battle circle. Chapter 12 Xiaolong's daughter is so old

Song Qingshu carried every punch and every kick he put on his body with a very tough heart, and calmly clamped the dishes and drank wine as usual. Although there was almost no sip of the dishes under the other party's punches and feet, a glass of wine could be delivered smoothly to his mouth.

"Good man!" A boy about seven or eight years old on a table not far away slapped the table, turned his head to a beautiful woman wrapped in a snow-white fur beside him and said, "Mom, I want to save him."

A group of gangsters were tired of fighting. The key was that Song Qingshu looked like a dead person. They were useless to fight. At this time, when they heard someone stand up, they stopped and found that they were a seven or eight-year-old doll. They burst into laughter. After seeing the appearance of the woman next to him, they suddenly felt lustful.

The gangster leader opened his mouth and teased, "Oh, where did the little lady come from so beautiful? If you come here to have a drink with the uncle, the uncle will not be bothered with your baby."

"Bastard, dare to insult my mother!" The boy was furious, grabbed the bench beside him and threw it over.

The gangster leader didn't expect him to take action, but was beaten up in vain. He was furious and called his brothers: "Boe me to death, don't touch that little lady."

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was beaten to the point of bruising and swollen. He couldn't see the situation there. He only felt a few men with a tiger back and a bear waist rushed towards a child.

Seeing the people rushing towards him, the boy was calm and did not panic. He flashed and knocked down a gangster. Then he stood in the middle and let everyone surround him. After several battles, everyone did not get any advantage.

"Huh?" Song Qingshu looked carefully and saw that the boy was very short and raised his hand to kick his feet, not even half a foot away. However, his tricks were extremely dense and he never showed any flaws around him, so several hooligans could not attack him at all.

Song Qingshu found that his palm technique was mainly based on guard and was quite literally Tai Chi skills. He was also wondering what connection he had with Wudang. Considering his identity as an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he originally planned to leave first to avoid embarrassing conversation.

However, he noticed that although the boy's every move was quite good, he was young and suffered too much in strength and was gradually at a disadvantage.

It was difficult for him to leave. Several gangsters could not take down a child for so long, and their faces were a little uneasy. One of them was so fierce that they pulled out the knife and slashed at the boy.

"Be careful!" Song Qingshu was shocked, grabbed a bench and rushed over. If this child had lost his life because of saving him, he would probably feel guilty for the rest of his life.
Chapter completed!