"Young Master Song!"
Hundred Households Commander Kong appeared in front of Jin Shu, his throat rolling as he spoke:
"Don't be impulsive, there are plenty of women in the front courtyard..."
"Get out of the way!"
With a delicacy in front of him, Young Master Song didn't listen to his ramblings at all, waved his large hand, sending Hundred Households Commander Kong flying, and stepped forward, lunging toward Jin Shu.
"Ah!"
Liu Qinghuan, holding a hairpin, charged out screaming, stabbing at Young Master Song's flanks.
"Poof!"
The hairpin in her hand, not knowing what it was made of, actually pierced through Young Master Song's skin, going three inches deep into the flesh, then was flung away.
She fell to the ground crying out in pain.
Faced with Jin Shu, right in front of him, Young Master Song seemed to forget even the pain, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, reaching out his large hand, approaching step by step.
"Beauty!"
"Beauty..."
"Bang!"
