Young man, please stay

Chapter 93 I will accompany you in the world

"Qin Lang Qin Lang."

"what…"

"Why did you go out in the middle of the night again? Are you secretly looking for the girl from Ningxiang Pavilion?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I was chatting with Ling Yue just now..."

"Oh."

It turned out that I was looking for a girl from the Tianhe Sect. She was not just an ordinary girl, she was a saint.

"Didn't you say that you like Ling Yue just as a friend? What kind of friend would go out for a tryst in the middle of the night?"

"What a tryst with God..."

Qin Lang returned to bed and pressed the little head of a certain sect leader who was woken up:
  "It's all about chatting. Go to sleep. We'll talk about some things tomorrow... um... we'll talk about some things tomorrow."

"Hmph, in short, you have to think carefully if you attack Ling Yue. Ling Yue is the one I raised and raised. I will not hand her over to any random man easily!"

"Ah yes yes yes..."

Qin Lang rolled his eyes at her.

Gadget people are little devils...

Ask yourself, is Qin Lang a casual man?
  If he had been casual, he wouldn't have refused Miss Wen Yue's service back then, and the girls at Ningxiang Pavilion would have been his choice.

However, just because Qin Lang is a self-loving gentleman with a weak water, he only takes two or three scoops... at most three, four, four or five scoops, so he is not so casual.

……

"Qin Lang."

"what happened again…"

"I can't sleep anymore."

Zhuo Beibei lay in Qin Lang's arms, sniffed, pinched Qin Lang's little bit, and reminded him:

"It's all caused by harm."

"..."

"There's no point pretending to be asleep, take responsibility."

"..."

"Okay, let's just pretend."

Zhuo Beibei started to use the sewing machine.

swish...

rustling...

"stop!"

"?"

"Stop!"

"Humph~ I specialize in leg and foot training in external skills. If you take it a little seriously, you won't be able to bear it~?"

Zhuo Beibei was proud of himself, stepping gently on the soft soles of his feet, and a few soft and elastic toes were like small claws, assisting flexibly.

"What the hell..."

The night was too late for Qin Lang to hold up the little girl's feet and fight back as he had done several times before. He could only endure the rising blood and glare at her:
  "What the hell do you want..."

"I was woken up by you and couldn't sleep anymore. Of course I want you to tell me a story~"

"..."

The story of the Three Kingdoms has been told to her. Qin Lang was recently telling her "Water Margin", which fictionalized an era called "Counseling Dynasty".

"Hurry up, talk a little and then go to bed immediately."

"Mmmmm~!"

"Where did we talk last time?"

"Speaking of...well..."

The lord of the clan blinked:
  "Lu Zhishen...outsmarted...Pan Jinlian~"

"..."

What a mess...

The corners of Qin Lang's mouth twitched when he heard this, but related images appeared inexplicably in his mind...

"Wu Yong outwit the birthday card, or Wu Song fight to kill Ximen Qing, choose one."

"Then Wu Song."

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Qin Lang was forced to tell the sect leader a story for a while in the middle of the night, and eventually the two of them fell asleep together without knowing it.

"Qin...Lang...?"

When he woke up the next day, Zhuo Beibei felt dissatisfied that the bed was not warm and slowly opened his eyes. He saw that Qin Lang did not hold her in his arms, but was walking around the house alone, as if he was cleaning up the things. Clothes and stuff.

"Hey."

Zhuo Beibei sat up, put on a small skirt, rubbed his eyes and muttered:

"What are you busy with so early in the morning..."

"Pack your things and go to the capital."

"what?"

Zhuo Beibei woke up a little:

"What are you doing in the capital?"

"No way? Originally, Ling Yue was going to the capital. I originally thought that it would be closer to the capital from Jingzhou, so I went with her. But she has something to do and I will stay here for the time being, so I will go first."

Qin Lang explained briefly, and then Zhuo Beibei realized that he was serious. He jumped out of the bed with a "hey" sound, and walked up to Qin Lang with his bare white feet:
  "Are you going to the capital to find your Princess Qingli?"

"..."

Qin Lang paused and glanced at her:
  "Correct."

"You actually still miss that kind of woman."

Zhuo Beibei expressed shock:
  "The food here is good, the clothing is good, and there are so many birds and flowers around you, why don't you feel happy and miss Shu?"

She learned idioms very quickly. Qin Lang was delighted and pinched her cheek a little:

"What does 'that kind of woman' mean? Do you know Su Yinping well?"

Su Yin bottle…

Upon hearing the name, it sounded like an improper name. The sect leader curled his lips in disdain:
  "That kind of woman is just that kind of woman. She's an old girl, dry, and doesn't know how to serve a man. What's the point...Oh, it hurts!"

……

Sometimes, this girl really acts like an old woman, and she always keeps saying one thing after another. Qin Lang had to remind her:
  "I dare to ask Senior Zhuo, who is more than 300 years old, who is the real old girl between you and her?"

"I am different!"

"Why is it different?"

"I...I am naturally charming and can serve men without any experience, and also..." Zhuo Beibei remembered what Qin Lang's big hand did to her body every day in her dreams, and couldn't help but blush. :
  "And...and I'm not dry either..."

"Oh, then how do you know that people are so dry?"

Qin Lang's understanding of "dry" obviously deviated from Zhuo Beibei's understanding to a certain extent, and he sneered:

"I'm telling you, the silver bottle is still wet."

"cut…"

Zhuo Beibei didn't believe it, but Qin Lang could indeed guarantee that, among other things, the princess's skin was like a peeled egg, definitely as tender as a little girl's.

……

Qin Lang continued to pack his luggage, while Zhuo Beibei sat by the bed, shaking his white calves, watching him busy here and there. After watching for a while, he suddenly whispered:
  "Do you really want to leave..."

"Ah."

"When are you coming back…"

"?"

return?

Qin Lang felt that Zhuo Beibei's choice of words was a little wrong, so he turned around and said in shock:

"You won't come with me?"

"Eh…?"

Zhuo Beibei was even more stunned, pointing to his little nose:

"You...you want to take me with you?"

"Yes, you don't want to?"

"..."

This...this is not a question of whether you are willing or not...

Although Zhuo Beibei admitted that the moment he said he wanted to take him to the capital, his heart was filled with joy.

but…

"I'm not going."

She lowered her little head silently, and Qin Lang frowned slightly:
  "Are you unwilling to go or not?"

"You...tell me first, why you want to take me with you..."

"..."

Qin Lang was silent for a moment and took a deep breath:

"Because I want to take you to experience the world of mortals before you fall asleep one day."

"Oh, I have lived for hundreds of years, and I have traveled all over the world."

"Different."

Qin Lang shook his head:

"Today's world will always be different from yesterday's. The world here will always be different from that there... The world with someone will always be different from the world without someone..."

……

There is someone to accompany...

Without someone to accompany...

……

From an angle that Qin Lang couldn't see, Zhuo Beibei's eyes flashed with light.

She understood what this brat meant.

[The world with me accompanying you is different from the world without me]

She understood that this was what he really wanted to say.

And these words made the sect leader feel as if she had swallowed a piece of honey. At the same time, she felt like a small needle pricked the tip of her heart.

"Boy...are you stupid..."

Zhuo Beibei felt his throat was a little blocked and could only mumble:

"The more this happens, the more uncomfortable I will feel. Do you... know..."

……

Yes, as he said, the world with him is different from the world without him.

Let alone going elsewhere, even these days in Jingzhou Prefecture, it has been like this...

But precisely because of this, Zhuo Beibei was a little scared.

This was the first time she was afraid after falling asleep several times. She was afraid that the better the memories before falling asleep, the sadder she would be when she fell asleep.

It would be better if she was a little older, but with the mind of a little girl now, let alone the time, the sect leader already wants to cry just thinking about it.

……

And Qin Lang seemed to know what Zhuo Beibei was thinking at this time.

He walked to the bedside, knelt on one knee, and held the sect leader's small hands tightly in his palm.

"Even if you fall asleep later, you will wake up one day, right?"

"But...but that's five years, or even ten or twenty years..."

"So? It will be okay for me to live to that age, right?"

Qin Lang chuckled and stared at her little face:
  "I hope that I can let you fall asleep with some beautiful memories, and then when you wake up, I will continue to take you to experience some wonderful things, and continue to tell you stories until you fall asleep next time."

"puff…"

Zhuo Beibei rubbed his sore nose and smiled:

"Stupid boy, one more time... I can have many next times, but what about you..."

"Just a few times, let's talk about it."

……

For a moment, Qin Lang suddenly thought about the fact that "Mu Xin Jue" could extend his life for a hundred years. Logically speaking, he was now a hundred years older than ordinary people.

Although the total time is not as long as the sect leader is still alive, is there any technique in the world that can continue to increase lifespan...

Everything is hard to say.

Especially after Qin Lang practiced "Mu Xin Jue", he had always vaguely felt that "Mu Xin Jue" was still not the most complete technique, and there should be more content later.

……

Of course, these are all vague remarks at the moment.

What Qin Lang wants now is to take Zhuo Beibei to the capital, or even to other places, to provide her with as much beautiful material as possible for her future dreams before she falls asleep.

"So Beibei, are you willing to come with me?"

Zhuo Beibei didn't say anything, just took out his two small hands, and then suddenly hugged Qin Lang's arm, parted his sweet lips slightly, and kissed him on the face for the second time:
  "You brat... prepare more stories for me, do you hear me..."

"Yes, I will obey the order of the sect master."

(End of this chapter)