Chapter 141 Master of Prophecy Zhuo Beibei
The rain keeps falling.
It has been cold.
Exception is the room in a certain inn, where the hot air is almost spilling out of the window.
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"North."
"Why..."
"The promised golden body is invulnerable?"
"It is, what's wrong?"
< br>“Then you still get goosebumps?”
"Nonsense! Who said that a golden body can't get goosebumps? What's so weird about a cold wind blowing...eh? Wait...wait! That's not...it's not goosebumps!..."
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Under the quilt in the guest room, when Zhuo Beibei realized that he had been fooled, it was already too late.
"You brat...you...do you know that what you did to me today...will bring you retribution!"
Looking at the little brat who used to be arrogant and domineering, he has become what he is today. In this way, being softly at his own mercy, Qin Lang felt quite refreshed as he became the master. The smug smile of the sect leader finally turned to Qin Lang's face.
Given this opportunity, Qin Lang naturally ignored her nonsense about "retribution" and simply used the "Dragon Elephant Cloud Move Hand" with his slightly rough hands, which is also the "Tianshan Fishing Hand".
After a while, Zhuo Beibei, who had calmed down at first, once again turned red with misty eyes, and soon his delicate and small body became limp. .
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After all, Qin Lang has self-control and is also very disciplined. He pays attention to "a bowl of water" at all times. "flat" principle.
Therefore, in order to maintain the same progress as "Su Yinping" and Gu Jin, Qin Lang did not take any further action against the sect leader.
...
After a long time.
"Qin Lang! Idiot Qin Lang! Perverted Qin Lang! You...you will definitely regret it!"
"Really?"
Qin Lang leaned on the bedside , with one hand on the back of his head, and the other hand circling Zhuo Beibei's twin ponytails, he chuckled and looked at the three hundred-year-old witch sitting on his chest in shame and anger:
"When?"
"When I fall asleep and wake up again!"
Zhuo Beibei's cheeks are bulging, and his little hands are tapping Qin Lang. There was a burst of beatings on the chest:
"Wait for you! Just do it! When I get older, you will have a good harvest!"
"Let's talk about it then."
Qin Lang didn't take Zhuo Beibei's repeated words seriously at all. Qin Lang was somewhat mentally prepared for the legendary "big Zhuo Beibei with a very bad personality".
It’s just that he is a person who likes to live in the present. There is no need to be too restrained by things that have not happened. He gently pulled Zhuo Beibei down with his right hand and kissed her, then patted her little butt:< br>
"Be good, go put your clothes on yourself."
"..."
What a brat, I just let him move for a while, but he couldn't tell the difference. Big and small king?
Zhuo Beibei's face darkened, he stood up, and stepped on Qin Lang's face skillfully with a "snap":
"Boy, do you really think that this sword is bad for you?"
"Where did you get the sword..."
"There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart!"
"Okay, then my sword is not a disadvantage!"
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"Tie——!"
"Clang——!"
The two of them played with each other with their fingers for a while, and soon it turned into tickling.
The sect leader was so small that he couldn't scratch Qin Lang, and soon he giggled like a little hen.
“Stop, stop, stop, don’t come, don’t come!”
The surrendered Zhuo Beibei was defeated, wiped the tears from his laughter, glared at Qin Lang angrily, and finally put on the skirt himself.
Hmph, I’m not as knowledgeable as a brat...
For Zhuo Beibei, no one can cherish the little skirt he bought for her. It's okay, but you have to cherish it and wear it well.
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"My surname is Qin, I want to listen to stories tonight! Lots and lots of stories!"
"I have no problem, but time doesn't allow it. It's only for a while every night. You don't like it if I talk too fast. . ”
Men who are too fast are always unpopular with women. Qin Lang has taught Zhuo Beibei two famous books so far, and he is still very experienced in this regard.
"Then let's talk now."
Zhuo Beibei didn't give Qin Lang a chance to deal with him, and pounced on him like a koala.
"Now?"
"Yes."
The little girl chattered like an old woman, although in fact she was an old woman:
"Not now, What if I don’t have the chance to talk about it in the future... It’s hard to say whether I can finish listening to "Journey to the West"... You brat, you still don’t know how precious time is..."
"What the hell sounds so unlucky. ”
Qin Lang silently tapped her forehead, and then continued to tell her the story of Journey to the West.
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"It is said that the monkey fell into the palm of the Buddha, and he smiled and said: 'Emperors take turns to sit in my house next year. He will not be able to live in the Lingxiao Palace for a long time. All kings in the past have their share. Legend! I am the one who respects the strong, and this is the only way a hero dares to fight first!'"
The riot in the Heavenly Palace was the climax of the story. Qin Lang originally thought that Zhuo Beibei would fight with Da at this point. Some people were equally excited, and even more so after hearing the Monkey King's declaration.
However, what I didn’t expect was that the little girl’s eyebrows were lightly frowned, and she actually showed a rare expression of contemplation.
Qin Lang thought that he was not speaking well and was suspicious of his tongue skills for a while, but after questioning, he discovered that it was Zhuo Beibei's own brain circuit that was different from ordinary people, or that the key points she cared about were different from ordinary people. .
"This monkey is really powerful, but if heaven is really given to him, will he be able to manage the order of the three realms at his level?"
"Uh..."
To be honest, Qin Lang really never thought about this issue.
“I think this is a matter of time. You see, Brother Monkey is very spiritual to begin with, which is reflected in the Bodhi Patriarch. He has a very high understanding. It’s not good, but I should be able to do better in the near future.”
"Tch!"
Hearing this, Zhuo Beibei shook his head disdainfully:
"What about before he learns to be the Jade Emperor? There is a year in the sky, a day on the earth, for him to learn. Who will bear the cost of time and trial and error? "
"..."
This guy actually said the words "cost of trial and error", Qin Lang It was somewhat shocking. For the first time, I could truly feel the weight of Zhuo Beibei as a 300-year-old boss.
"The Jade Emperor went through one thousand, seven hundred and fifty calamities, each calamity was one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years. After such a long period of study, he sat in the position of the Jade Emperor. If this reckless monkey had not also experienced enough training, , how can you be qualified to achieve enlightenment? "
"No, you can't..."
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"Forget it, it's nothing..."
Qin Lang even suspected that Zhuo Beibei had read "Journey to the West". After all, the Great Sage really had to go through eighty-one hardships before he achieved the golden body of the Buddha.
"Also, although this monkey has great magical powers, it doesn't seem to have a very bright mind."
"What do you mean?"
"He actually dared to jump into the palm of that Tathagata Laoden! He's not afraid of fraud at all?"
"..."
"Huh, monks love lying. The bald donkeys in Zenzhen Temple are typical examples. This monkey has entered Tathagata's There must be no good fruit in the palm of your hand... Huh? What's your look on, kid Qin Lang?"
Qin Lang was wondering if he still had to continue talking.
But fortunately, despite making many predictions, Zhuo Beibei still recognized the excitement of the story itself, and he still listened to it with gusto.
(End of this chapter)