Young man, please stay

Chapter 216 The Death of Master
"Qin Lang Qin Lang~"

"what…"

"I like you~"

"..."

"You...um~...what do you mean if you don't speak!"

"No, I just wanted to...uh...talk later."

……

It's not that Qin Lang is indifferent, Qin Lang just wants to complain about this guy. Can he not confess to himself while being a junior high school student...

But this is just inner drama.

Qin Lang's body is still very honest.

Nangong Zhuo, who was in the mist, blinked, wiped the sweat from Qin Lang's shoulder on Qin Lang's shoulder, then panted heavily and glared at Qin Lang with dissatisfaction:

"Ahem... I said that was your illusion..."

……

What kind of talk about tigers and wolves?
That is to say, in Tianhe Sect, if outsiders heard such words coming from a little girl in the future, they might be regarded as someone...

Isn’t it just a feeling of guilt? As long as the sin reaches its peak, it will be sacrificed.

So, Qin Lang took the time to continue:

……

"Beibei, what...if you can, can you continue to call me like you did yesterday...?"

"?"

Huh?
wrong.

It's quite in line with Zhou etiquette.

"That's because your feet are smaller..."

From this perspective, what Qin Lang did seems to be...

The woman he chained up in the cave and barked at him?
"Just...shout?"

Pa~!

Pa~!

"Hmph, I see everything anyway, just like when you were stepped on by her every day before, I don't know how much you enjoyed it."

"Don't don't!"

"What are you doing? You already like that old woman who called you that before, right? If you want me to follow her example and call you "stupid pig", you will be happy, pervert."

"?!"

Therefore, Qin Lang simply refused to break up or establish in the end.

Qin Lang was speechless:

Listening to the familiar babbling "Qin Lang Qin Lang" and the repeated "like", Qin Lang, while struggling with an inexplicable sense of taboo, reminded himself repeatedly that Nangong Zhuo was over three hundred years old. old woman.

After all, no matter what, Qin Lang couldn't be interested in the real old woman.

In Dazhou, it seems that at this age, many people would have gotten married and had children.

"Harmful, no..."

"More than what I have painted on you!"

What did Qin Lang think of her?

"Beibei, what...can you please stop calling me Qin Lang?"

"And what do you mean by that old woman? Isn't she her? Why are you bringing this up after you have merged with her..."

"Qin... Qin Lang, how dare you..."

"Just... quietly? A little bit?"

"do not want!"

But having said that, it was better not to think about it. When he thought that the warm little cutie in his arms was not so taboo, Qin Lang's energy actually weakened a bit.

"..."

"You obviously put a lot of paint on her feet every day!"

"Sh-!"

……

Qin Lang originally thought that although this would offset his guilt, the offset was a bit too much.

Nangong Zhuo's eyes froze, and immediately he didn't know whether it was anger or shame, his cheeks turned red and bulged like a hamster:

It seems that some sect leaders are toasting instead of eating, and want to drink fine wine.

"Do you think I am that old woman?"

……

It's useless to say more. The little sect leader's penis is almost the size of Qin Lang's palm. When Qin Lang punished her, Qin Xiaolang was also punishing her.

Only at this time will the pattern on the belly that the little sect master inherited from the eldest sect master will emerge, and he will start to "measure" some strange things just like when he was healing.

So, under such circumstances, the trumpet Nangong Zhuo finally couldn't care less about his shame and shouted out the two words Qin Lang wanted to hear.

And these two words also brought Qin Lang's guilt back, and he rediscovered the feeling of taboo, and soon he was out of control.

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Of course, specifically, it's not completely out of control.

Not to mention anything else, Qin Lang, who had just completed ten courses of treatment, could not come for a single course of treatment at this moment. After the two simply played with one or two sticks of incense, they finally lay quietly on the quilt together and felt tender. stand up.

"So Beibei, what happened after yesterday?"

"It's nothing. You fainted, and then I came back and asked someone to take you back to my palace in Tianhe Sect."

"Then what is your "Zhuo Xin Jue"..."

"Don't mention this. It'll be annoying if you mention it."

Speaking of this, Nangong Zhuo also frowned with his thin eyebrows in frustration. He pinched it subconsciously with his little hand. In the end, he forgot that he was still restlessly playing with a certain Qin Xiaolang in his hand, which annoyed Qin Lang. He grinned for a while.

"I know you're annoyed, but don't be annoyed for now. If you want to be annoyed, tell me first."

"Anyway, you just need to know that after the dual cultivation, my injuries have recovered, and my strength has returned to the normal level at its peak, and you... seem to have benefited a little bit."

"me?"

Qin Lang held his breath and closed his eyes, and then he was pleasantly surprised, it was really true. The golden inner force the size of a drop of water in the Dantian is now the size of a fist.

It may not seem like much, but when Qin Lang truly felt this inner power, he felt as if he was standing next to an endless lake. The seemingly calm lake water contained unfathomable and powerful power.

"Hmph, but the benefits you got have nothing to do with this double cultivation method. They are mainly due to the master's gift..."

Qin Lang understood what Nangong Zhuo meant, and he was talking about "Mu Xin Jue" restraining "Zhuo Xin Jue".

"Well... In this way, as Yaochi's closed junior brother, you can be considered to have received some guidance from the master."

"That's it..."

Qin Lang raised his fist in the air with emotion:

"Disciple, thank you Master!"

"Please don't thank me. Master is incarnation in Yuezhou. If you want to thank me, please thank me towards the east."

"Uh…"

Qin Lang thought for a while and asked cautiously:

"Bei, this, what is our master's [sitting form] you are talking about?"

"Idiot, Master is the master of Yaochi, and he is not from the Hetian Sect. Of course, it is not the kind of sitting form of the Hehuan Sect, it is just an ordinary sitting form!"

"oh oh."

That's right. Qin Lang nodded:

"Then when will we leave Tianhe Sect?"

Nangong Zhuo'er narrowed his eyes:
"leave?"

"correct."

"Where to go..."

"Going to... Yangzhou, or the capital? Heh... I wonder where Jin'er, Bao Baobao and the others are now... and my senior sister."

"I am your senior sister, and your baby is also your senior sister."

"Uh...I mean the second senior sister, Mu Mu..."

"..."

"Ahem... Mu... senior sister."

Qin Lang felt that the big and small sect masters had become one. Although the little girl in front of him was still the same as before, with drooped eyelids and pursed lips when she was unhappy, Qin Lang always felt that her seemingly There seemed to be an invisible aura of coercion in her petite and exquisite body.

"Where is Senior Sister Mu now? Is she really going down to the Tianshan Mountains?"

"She would like to, but she can't. The mountain gate restriction in Tianshan was replicated by her according to Master's methods. Even she herself will never be able to get out until the time is set."

When Nangong Zhuo said this, Qin Lang became even more worried:
"Then if she uses psychic skills again...it will consume her life span."

"What are you afraid of? That old woman can live long enough anyway."

"..."

Qin Lang did not discuss this with Nangong Zhuo, but helplessly raised his forehead. If he wanted to ask anything else, Nangong Zhuo said directly:

"Don't worry, Mu Xuanli is staying well in Tianshan now."

"?"

"What? You don't believe that your second senior sister who loves you and loves you will abandon you? Poor child, do you think your mother doesn't want you anymore?"

"..."

Qin Lang wanted to refute this, but was unable to do so for the moment.

This made Qin Lang himself quite surprised and surprised.

"The reason is very simple, because someone gave her a guarantee that they will take you back from my clutches."

"Who?"

"You'll know then."

It was difficult for Qin Lang to pry through the barriers that Nangong Zhuo wanted to sell.

In the past, you could use stories to pry it open, but now...

Although she will probably pester him to tell stories every night from now on, it is probably not very effective to pry her mouth open.

It is true that Qin Lang can also use other things to pry now.

However, he needs to recuperate his energy now, and it is really not appropriate to trouble Qin Xiaolang anymore.

However, Qin Lang was already satisfied after learning the basic information that Mu Xuanli and others were safe through Nangong Zhuo.

"Then when are we leaving?"

"Don't leave, just stay here."

"North…"

"Oh, I know, I know! It's so annoying... Why don't you just miss those beauties of yours, a little girl, Su Yupan, and Su Yinping from the capital... You are here to raise your energy back for seven days. Then leave."

"Good good!"

It's good to be able to walk.

However, Qin Lang, who should have been "very happy" when he heard the news, was actually just "very happy".

As for the reason, Qin Lang actually knew it.

"Beibei, Ling Yue, she..."

"She is very good, you don't need to worry about her."

"..."

Okay, let’s talk about it. It felt like Nangong Zhuo’s little mouth was pouting higher and higher, and it was almost ready to hang an oil can. Qin Lang also changed the subject wisely:

"Speaking of which, our master, she should be a peerless person who has participated in creation. How could she just sit down and die?"

"..."

The topic didn't seem to go smoothly, and Nangong Zhuo fell silent.

Silent for a long time.

Qin Lang didn't ask any questions, and stayed silent with her until she snuggled into Qin Lang's arms, seemed to take several deep breaths, and then raised her little head and looked at Qin Lang without joy or sorrow:

"Master, she was killed by your second senior sister, Mu Xuanli."

"what?"

(End of this chapter)