Young man, please stay

Chapter 205 Lord Nan

Qin Lang's mouth was blocked by several neatly arranged toes. Although he had never suffered such humiliation, he dared not speak out in anger at the moment.

No, he should be able to be angry but unable to speak.

Qin Lang clearly felt that in addition to being gagged, his martial arts seemed to have been sealed or restricted in some way. Except for the fact that the golden internal energy was still flowing, he was basically like an ordinary person, and his mouth could only make incompetent sounds. "Woo" sound.

"Ugh!"

"Ha~ I see you've been hungry all day. I'll feed you some fruit myself. Brat, are you still dissatisfied?"

"Hmm..."

"Shut up!"

Snapped.

"?"

At least when he was with Zhuo Beibei, Qin Lang would be kicked twice in the face with her little feet almost every night.

And the self-proclaimed second grader...

Snapped!

Another kick brought wind and fanned the other side of Qin Lang's face.

Qin Lang gritted his teeth and endured the humiliation, and ate some of the crushed fruits between his toes, so that he could barely hum a few words:

"Beibei...can you...stop doing this..."

Of course, this is definitely not because Qin Lang is so perverted and deliberately looking for trouble.

"..."

On the other hand, strictly speaking, this was not the first time Qin Lang was slapped by a girl's feet.

……

Tsk, this woman...

But often at this time, the sect master's body has been softened by Qin Lang's rubbing, and she can't move easily, so she will use her most flexible feet to leave a few footprints for Qin Lang.

Zhuo Beibei was really too lively and disobedient. Sometimes Qin Lang would just hold her and rub her little bumps, which would make her restless.

"Prisoner! Meat on the chopping block! You're rewarded with food and you don't know what to do, what's the ghost's name?!"

By the time Qin Lang could feel the faint heat in an area about the size of a foot print on his right cheek, his mouth and the space between his lips and teeth were once again filled with fragrance and softness.

There was just a crisp sound, and at a moment that was completely invisible to Qin Lang's naked eyes, he clearly felt the other party's foot briefly withdrawing from his mouth, and then quickly slapped him in the face.

……

In terms of this level of arrogance, she is indeed even worse than Zhuo Beibei back then.

"north…"

Feet flexible enough to slap...

Although the woman in front of him was very different from a certain little girl in terms of body shape and other aspects, after gathering these similar features together and coupled with the other party's personal confession, Qin Lang had to admit that she was indeed the one who grew up. Zhuo Beibei, or Nangong Zhuo.

Sometimes if you rub it for a long time, the little sect master's face will turn red and the small pimples will turn into big pimples, and she will struggle in Qin Lang's arms as if she is dissatisfied.

And an arrogant attitude...

To be honest, compared with the trumpet Nangong Zhuo, the Nangong Zhuo's foot power in front of him is really merciless.

Compared with the little sect master's light kicks, the eldest sect master's two kicks...how should I put it...can't say how cruel they are, anyway, they are filled with a kind of condescension.

Even if Qin Lang didn't deliberately look up, he could still imagine the mocking and slightly contemptuous expression on her face when she stepped on him.

It was thanks to Qin Lang that he had laid a solid foundation in external skills. To put it bluntly, he was thick-skinned, otherwise it would have been uncomfortable to be slapped by her with her feet.

"Huh... I can't understand people. Why did you want to be a big brother to me...~" A disdainful snort sounded. As the hem of the black gauze skirt fluttered, a slender beautiful leg flashed with white light, and in the blink of an eye it was in Qin's eyes again. Lang was slapped twice on the face, and then kicked Qin Lang's chin. While Qin Lang's head was tilted back, his mouth and nose were once again muffled under Nangong Zhuo's soft soles.

"As I said, there is no such thing as Zhuo Beibei. I am Nangong Zhuo. You have to call me Nangong Zhuo. Do you understand?"

"you…"

Qin Lang was shocked:

"Your... surname is Nan?"

"nonsense."

"Shouldn't your last name be Nangong?"

"I can take whatever surname I like, and I want to take care of it? Huh... idiot, if my surname is Nangong, shouldn't Ling Yue be called Nangong Ling Yue?"

"Okay...too..."

……

This sentence "I want you to take care of it" was vaguely like the trumpet Nangong Zhuo. Qin Lang heard it in his ears, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly with a happy smile of joy.

After this smile was discovered by Nangong Zhuo, she obviously aroused her dissatisfaction. With a flick of her right hand, two more fruits fell from the big tree. She lifted and lowered her right leg again, repeating the same trick again. He crushed the fruit into Qin Lang's mouth, just like a little girl stepping on the beach. Playfully, he stuffed it into Qin Lang's mouth with a few delicate toes and stirred it wantonly.

"Uh-huh!...Uh-huh!"

"Haha...~"

Seeing Qin Lang gasping for air and trying hard to suck the sweet pulp between his toes, Nangong Zhuo chuckled. While laughing, he stepped harder on his feet, obviously enjoying torturing him.

……

and so…

The "bad character of another self" that Xiao Nangongzhuo warned repeatedly before falling asleep was probably referring to this...

……

At least Qin Lang knew very well that although the Nangong Zhuo he knew could be arrogant at times, he would never enjoy torturing others.

Especially to myself.

Having said that, I don’t know the origin of this big rose-red tree. The cherry-like fruit on it tastes very sweet and tempting, as if it is addictive. Qin Lang was already hungry, so after eating a few After eating the fruit, his stomach twitched and his appetite increased. He subconsciously speeded up and licked the flesh off Nangong Zhuo's feet clean.

"..."

Nangong Zhuo probably didn't expect that Qin Lang would suddenly show off the food in a serious manner. A sudden itching on her toes made her face change uncomfortably, and the pressure on Qin Lang's mouth relaxed slightly. Qin Lang decisively seized the opportunity and shouted:

"Master Nan! Master Nan! Qin has something to say!"

"Oh...?"

Nangong Zhuo paused and slowly retracted his jade feet:

"You brat, you have to know that I am arresting you this time because I want you to heal my wounds. In my eyes, you are just a medicine. Can medicine talk?"

"Ginseng can run away even if it becomes essence. Why can't medicinal materials speak for themselves?"

"Tch...still so glib..."

Nangong Zhuo happened to have had enough fun for the time being. With a squeeze of his jade hand, he took a large chair from the pavilion behind Qin Lang and placed it easily in front of Qin Lang. He lazily lay on his side and held it up with one hand. Looking at Qin Lang:

"Just tell me if you have anything to say. I didn't plan to use you so soon. Hum... Bitch Mu's son is in my hands. If I don't have a good time, how can I relieve the hatred in my heart?"

"..."

The grown-up Nangong Zhuo is indeed different. Although Xiao Beibei had made a similar statement at the beginning, Qin Lang had reason to believe that the one in front of him should be true.

All in all, Qin Lang's top priority is to understand his current situation first. Even if he dies, he must die, right?

(End of this chapter)