Young man, please stay

Chapter 279 I am his senior sister
"Demon...qi?"

Zhu Hongling muttered something, then nodded and paused.

Qin Lang clearly heard the sound of someone inhaling, and was somewhat amused by Zhu Hongling's stunned reaction:
"Don't smell it, it's not that evil smell, it's the smell of crying."

"Eh? Oh oh."

【Devil Cry】…

Zhu Hongling looked at the silver brass knuckles with lotus patterns engraved on her hands. She originally thought it had a more fancy name.

"Hey."

"I'm not saying hello."

wow-

Qin Lang fanned himself, waving his flowing hair in a dignified manner, and said seriously:
"My name is Qin Lang, Wang Lianglang. If Miss Zhu doesn't like it, you can call me Master Qin."

"Humph!"

Arrogant ass! Zhu Hongling rolled her eyes at him silently under her mask and secretly pulled up a smile at the corner of her lips:
"Let me ask you, is this your real name? You didn't make it up, did you?"

“It’s definitely not the original name.”

Qin Lang said honestly:
"Because I forgot to ask at the time, but the name [Devil May Cry] was not made up by me. I think it is very suitable."

"Oh? Is there an explanation?"

"Of course."

"What statement?"

"Well... this... there's no need to talk about it."

"Tsk~ You're not going to tell me, right? Fine, I'll just beat you up so you can tell me."

"?!"

Qin Lang was also stunned when he saw Zhu Hongling rushing towards him with her fists clinked.

We were chatting peacefully and then suddenly started fighting?
Well, I can only say that she is worthy of it.

Boom boom——

bang bang-

pop-

clap clap-

clap clap clap...

Bang bang bang~
The two of them started practicing against each other again as they did before, but Qin Lang didn’t know if his martial arts skills had improved inadvertently recently, he always felt that Zhu Hongling’s fists were not as... powerful as before.

It’s not that her boxing skills have declined, but she is more restrained than before.

In the past, when Zhu Hongling fought with me, she didn’t care whether she would get a black eye or something, as long as she didn’t get seriously hurt.

But now, Zhu Hongling's fist seemed to be restrained intentionally. For example, every time when she was about to hit Qin Lang, her internal force obviously did not flow out of her fist, but was retracted into her body.

"That... Zhu Hongling."

"Ok?"

"..."

"what?"

"Uh...why do you seem a little gentle today?"

"!? Wen...you...what are you talking about!?"

Zhu Hongling pinched her waist, thinking that the other party couldn't see the blush flashing under her mask.

"Gentle? Tsk! Why should I be gentle with you?"

"How would I know..."

Most likely the gift was to the other party's liking, but Qin Lang didn't dare to say it out loud.

"Humph! I don't think I've hit you hard enough for daring to disobey the current emperor!"

……

It would have been better if Qin Lang hadn't asked. After he asked, the "ruthless" Zhu Hongling came back again and attacked Qin Lang with all kinds of punches. Soon Qin Lang was panting like usual and admitted defeat in embarrassment.

Zhu Hongling then proudly raised her foot and kicked Qin Lang's butt:
"Okay, now tell me, what does [Demon Cry] mean?"

“It’s just as the name suggests.”

"As the name suggests?"

Zhu Hongling crossed her arms across her chest, pinched her brass knuckles and said dissatisfiedly:

"Are you calling me a monster? Or something else? Are you calling me indecent?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Even her impropriety came out. Qin Lang guessed that she understood "妖" as meaning "seductive".

Although in Qin Lang's opinion, "seductive" is sometimes not a derogatory term.

For example, when he was in the Tianhe Sect, one of the sect leaders was very charming.

"The so-called [Demon Cry], demon, well, means cute and spiritual, very similar to you."

"?!"

cute?

Is there spiritual energy? ?

like me???

"Cough cough!"

Zhu Hongling suddenly felt a little confused. She cleared her throat, suppressed the strange feelings in her heart, and said hesitantly:
"Oh! Even if it is... even if it is a nice thing! Then what does [cry] mean? Do you think I am the kind of crying little girl?" "That's not the case... but crying has nothing to do with being a little girl."

Qin Lang felt that if he told her directly that he saw her teardrop mole, it would be troublesome if Zhu Hongling got upset again, so he thought for a moment and said:
“In fact, many people appear to be carefree on the surface, but who knows if they have troubles deep down inside? It’s even normal to cry secretly when no one can see…”

Zhu Hongling listened to Qin Lang's words, and her shoulders seemed to tremble for a moment, but in the end she just raised her chin and said loudly:

"To put it bluntly, do you still think that I am the type of woman who cries?"

"What's wrong with that kind of woman? She's quite good. Yinping also cried before, but isn't she still a very good woman?"

boom--!
A punch rubbed his shoulder, Qin Lang wiped the sweat off his face:

"Why did Miss Zhu suddenly take action?"

"Hmph, let me remind you that I am on Su Yupan's side, so you'd better not mention the princess in front of me."

"Oh, that Yu Pan..."

boom--!
"How dare you! You dare to address His Majesty by his name in front of me!"

"..."

Isn't this just looking for trouble? Everything was fine before, but suddenly you can't even mention Su Yupan, right?
Forget it. A girl's mood is always changeable. Qin Lang didn't argue with her. He was forced to shut up. Otherwise, he would have almost exposed to outsiders the fact that the empress had cried in front of him. If the empress knew about it, she might cause trouble for him.

"Anyway, I just want to say that there's nothing wrong with a crying woman, and it's normal for a man to cry."

"man?"

Zhu Hongling touched the brass knuckles. The clang clang clang sounded very crisp and she thought it sounded very nice:
"A boy doesn't cry easily."

"It's not like it's not going to play."

"?"

To be honest, Zhu Hongling had never thought about Qin Lang's answer.

Men don't shed tears easily, generals bleed but don't cry...

It seems that since she was young, many people have told Zhu Hongling that she is the daughter of a general and should be like the general, not shedding tears easily and not shedding blood...

"Zhu Hongling? Miss Zhu?"

"Uh…uh?"

Zhu Hongling came back to her senses, and then it seemed as if a gust of wind blew by. When she raised her eyes, she was shocked to find that Qin Lang was gone.

"Qin...Qin Lang?"

What about people?

Zhu Hongling turned around on the spot, dumbfounded.

Didn't he just call me? How...

Zhu Hongling was completely stunned when a living person disappeared on the spot.

But the next moment, she received a voice transmission from an unknown direction. The voice sounded seven points high and cold, but also had a hint of inexplicable enchantment and charm that touched her heartstrings:

"Little girl, you really dare to hit anyone~"

"?!"

As a master, Zhu Hongling instantly realized the extraordinaryness of this person and clasped his fists towards the air:

"May I ask who you are? Qin Lang..."

"Junior brother, he is safe. I am his senior sister. Seeing him being beaten by you, I want to take him away to heal his wounds. What? Do you have any objection?"

Senior sister?

His senior sister... isn't that his future...

Huh? What should I call it...

I guess I should call her Senior Sister...

No! What a mess!

For a moment, a strange thought flashed through Zhu Hongling's mind, but she immediately responded politely and tactfully:

"Master... Senior Sister, you misunderstood. I was just practicing boxing with him. I will pay more attention to my strength in the future... Well, that... In this case, Senior Sister, take him with you. Hong Ling naturally has no objection..."

"Hehehe..."

A string of silver bell-like laughter mixed with a hint of charm gradually disappeared. In a room, Qin Lang, who was still a little dizzy, also smelled a familiar aroma of cooked plums.

"you…"

When he slowly opened his eyes, what he saw was indeed the pretty face that Qin Lang had imagined:
"Zhuo Bei...ah no...Nangong Zhuo!"

"Humph…"

Nangong Zhuo snorted. After not seeing her for a long time, her graceful figure seemed even more attractive. At this moment, she lay on Qin Lang like a water snake, with her jade-like breasts sticking up high. Her heavy and soft chest pressed against Qin Lang's chest. Her charming peach blossom eyes looked at Qin Lang, seeming to express both resentment and teasing:

"I didn't miss you..."

"Uh-huh!"

Qin Lang was speechless. He was very surprised. He never expected that Nangong Zhuo would suddenly come to the capital at this time.

"Hmph~ You just hum twice when you think of me?"

"Uh... then..."

Of course, words are not as good as the heart, but it happened suddenly, and Qin Lang wanted to kiss her, but his movements were clumsy.

When Nangong Zhuo saw him like this, he just chuckled.

As a mature senior sister, how could she entrust everything to an inexperienced junior brother?

So, Nangong Zhuo grabbed his junior brother's wrist, and naturally led it to the most attractive parts of his body. At the same time, he leaned close to Qin Lang's ear, and with a warm fragrance gushing out from his rosy lips, he directly gave his junior brother advice on how to express his thoughts through actions:
"Good Junior Brother... x me..."

"?!?!"

(End of this chapter)