Chapter 195: The promise of the previous life

Xiao Qiufeng's heart power has already surged, carrying the unparalleled power of heaven and earth, and the shining light almost illuminated the entire temple street. At this moment, everyone had an urge to worship.

"He is a god, unparalleled, Ping'er, cherish this opportunity and never let it go." In the obsessed illusion in the eyes of Thirteenth Sister, she had already quietly told Qing Ping'er, who was also impulsive, that thought was also told.

Qing Ping'er didn't say anything, just nodded gently, with a firmness on her face that she had never been before. In this life, she would no longer regret it.

"The arrogant and arrogant Zoteng family, today, I will let you see what is the real slash against the wind and breaking."

With Xiao Qiufeng's thought of the word "Break the word", the strong light, as if attracted by a magnet, instantly condensed into a ball and turned into a sword light, a very sharp and beautiful sword color. Even if Qingpinger saw it, she had a joy of touch, just like a meteor sliding by, burning the color of life, unparalleled.

But this beauty is fatal. As the sword light flashed, Xiao Qiufeng's slender figure had moved like electricity, and the sword had risen silently. What he brought with him was the scattering mist and the tiles raised by the energy were more sharp and unstoppable than the typhoon of level 12.

This sword was already the strongest force of the sword heart. Sato Saburo's blood-stained face had already appeared pale and powerlessness. He knew that this was his last chance, and defeat was his end.

The two arms had turned into a pitch-black color, like the steel essence she had made, or were harder than the steel essence. At this moment, the arms were already blocking the head, and then the heaven and earth were slashed in the wind.

A sword slash in the wind is a secret skill of the Toyo Sato family, but Sato has never seen this transcendent power. In the blink of an eye, the sword energy has arrived and contacted the arm. Then the brilliant light completely disappeared with the night.

Under the afterglow of the street lights, a drop of blood slowly flowed into water, and these blood slowly overflowed from Zoteng's body.

The two of them faced each other, no one moved any longer at a distance of ten meters. Xiao Qiufeng put his arms behind him casually, as if he was melting into the wind. Even if he didn't move, his expression still inspired everyone on Temple Street at this moment.

"Vomit-" Satoshiro moved, his firm body moved uncontrollably, and then he moved again, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out. The person staring at the battlefield was clearly seen that one of his arms had fallen off, and with a "bang", it hit the corner of the wall, and a wandering wild dog had taken it away.

Zoten knelt down. His blood had the dignity of a warrior and he would never surrender. However, at this moment, his legs could no longer support the weight of his body, or his legs no longer belonged to him.

In the throat, only a few simple characters were spit out: "You-go-strong"

He was divided into several pieces and fell off the roof. At this moment, he still did not completely die. He just stared at the people surrounding him, and the shadow of death appeared faintly.

"Long Live Xiao Shao" didn't know who it was. At this quiet moment, he suddenly shouted loudly. This sound had been suppressed for a long time, and he had already roared out with all his strength.

"Long live Xiao Shao-"

Tens of thousands of people shouted this voice, even the Divine Soldiers Team was no exception. Xiao Qiufeng, who was standing on the roof, was now the gods, and they were invincible in their minds.

Saburo Saburo silently died amid this cheer, his eyes bulging, and he died with his eyes open, but no one paid attention to him. He was just a few wild dogs, smelling his body a few times, and then quietly walked away, which seemed not to suit their appetite.

In this battle, the Qingzhu Gang suffered the greatest losses, with more than 10,000 people. In addition to the more than 3,000 people who followed Qingping'er, the remaining seven thousand people left at least 2,000 corpses. Saburo Saburo's close samurai was almost wiped out, and the remaining few went back to report the death.

Qing Yutang had already escaped, but Hong Kong had no place to live. Even if he had a big backer, his incompetence would have made it impossible for him to have a life to survive.

From this day on, Qingyutang has never appeared in the world, and Qingyuping has never remembered that she once had a father, and in her heart, there was only one man, that was Xiao Qiufeng.

After this battle, Xiao Qiufeng slept for three days. Although the overdraft in his body made him feel a little sleepy, no one was worried about the calm breathing. There was definitely more than one person who cared about him.

At least Qingping'er has been here for three days. For three days, she has handed over all the matters of the Qingzhu Gang to Lao Ji. I believe that with this battle, Miaojie and Qingzhu will no longer be enemies.

If I hadn't appreciated the strength of this man last time, then this time, thousands of gang members have seen it with their own eyes. Even if they die, they will not betray them again. This is not fear, but worship and faith.

In order to make the man sleep more comfortable, Qingping'er even took off his clothes and wiped his body. This was the first time for her, just like a newly married bride. Every moment here belongs to her, even this man, for three days, only to her.

This was already very satisfying for her.

"Mr. Xiao, no matter whether you like me or not, Qing Ping'er only loves you in this life. I don't regret it, I really don't regret it." Her hot lips fell on the man's face, with uneven throbbing, and the girl's mood was shy and happy.

The murmuring whispers and the warmth surged were all for this man, a man who was still very strange to her. Just for the back that night, she made a vow to herself that never forget. Only at this moment did she realize that this was her lifelong expectation, and found this man who could make her happy, worry, happiness and sad.

Even if she lives together and endless longing, she will treat it as a kind of happiness. Compared to Sister Thirteen, she is indeed too happy. At least she has sustenance in her heart, right?

"You really don't regret it"

This faint voice suddenly sounded in her ears. Qingping'er woke up and looked up. The man on the bed had opened his eyes. The deep eyes were filled with a faint joke and smile, which made her be tempted again in an instant, and the girl's heart had rippled unbearable ripples.

Although Qing Ping'er grew up in a gang, she was beautiful and natural. She had the shyness of a farm girl and the courage to be as good as a man. Facing Xiao Qiufeng's voice, she nodded heavily and said, "Young Master Xiao, Ping'er has never liked someone like this, nor did she think that when she met a man of fate, she would be so involuntarily. We have only known each other for a few days, but Ping'er seems to have liked you for the rest of her life."

"Maybe Ping'er was your woman in the previous life. In this life, I will renew my sincere love again. Mr. Xiao, can I give Ping'er a chance? I will be your woman very attentively and carefully, listen to your words and make you happy, okay?"

Xiao Qiufeng smiled slightly, with a bitter smile. He had already many women, and there was no such extravagance. Qingping'er was only a twenty-year-old girl, but this passionate confession really made him, no, no man could refuse.

"Do you know, I already have a lot of women!"

Qing Ping'er smiled and nodded and said, "If a man like Mr. Xiao does not like other women, that's really strange. Mr. Xiao, Ping'er is only your woman and doesn't want to know these things. If you have a longing in your heart, it's enough."

"Okay, I'll give you a chance. Now wait for me to get up!" Xiao Qiufeng lifted the quilt, but his body was naked, and suddenly the little woman's face rose red glow. It was different from waking up when she fell asleep.

But after biting the corner of his lips, Qing Ping'er resisted the shyness in her heart and responded sweetly: "Okay, Mr. Xiao, I'll get you clothes."

Not only did he bring it, he also helped him put it on. His delicate and gentleness was really imaginative. If it weren't for Xiao Qiufeng's heart, he would have been unacceptable and could not help stripping the woman's clothes on the spot.

Although it is indeed a little smaller, it can be picked, and the expression on his face that he is eager to refuse and welcome is simply a temptation to invite.

When the two came out, the hall was already full of people, laughter and thunderous. It has been three days since the joy of victory had not yet dissipated.

"Oh, the bride and groom are willing to come out, Young Master Xiao, you miss us to death." Hu Tou was the first to hold back, and wanted to rush over and hug Xiao Qiufeng. Fortunately, Thirteenth sister kicked him and shouted, "You big man, don't be too affectionate. Xiao Shaoyou Ping'er is enough to hug him."

After saying that, with an ambiguous divine light in his eyes, he quietly approached Qing Ping'er's ear and asked, "Sister Ping'er, your wish should have been fulfilled, congratulations to you, sister!"
Chapter completed!