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 in anger at the moment.
No, he should be angry but unable to speak.
Qin Lang clearly felt that in addition to being gagged, his martial arts seemed to be subject to some kind of seal or restriction. Except that the golden inner power was still flowing, he was basically like an ordinary person. All he could do was make a "whimpering" sound incompetently.
“Ugh!”
"Ha~ I see you've been hungry all day. I'll feed you some fruit myself. Brat, do you have any dissatisfaction?"
"Hmm..."
"Close Mouth!”
Snap.
"?"
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.
When Qin Lang could feel that an area about the size of a foot print on his right face was faintly warm, his mouth and the space between his lips and teeth were filled with fragrance and softness again.
"Prisoner! Meat on the cutting board! You are rewarded with food and you don't know what to do with it. What is the ghost's name?!"
"..."
Tsk, this woman...
In terms of this level of arrogance, she is indeed even worse than Zhuo Beibei back then.
On the other hand, strictly speaking, this was not the first time Qin Lang was slapped by a girl's feet.
At least when he was with Zhuo Beibei in the past, Qin Lang would be kicked twice in the face with her little feet almost every night.
......
Of course, this is definitely not because Qin Lang is so perverted and deliberately looking for trouble.
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.
Sometimes if you rub it for a longer 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.
But often at this time, the sect master's body has been rubbed soft by Qin Lang, and she can't move easily, so she will use her most flexible feet to give Qin Lang a hard blow. Leave a few footprints.
……
Feet so flexible that they can be slapped…
There is also an arrogant attitude...
And the self-proclaimed second grader...
Although the woman in front of me is very different from a certain little girl in terms of body shape and other aspects, these similar characteristics are all After gathering together, and the other party's personal confession, Qin Lang had to admit that she was indeed the grown-up Zhuo Beibei, or Nangong Zhuo.
"North..."
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:< br>
"Beibei...you...can't do this..."
Pa!
Another kick brought the wind and slapped the other side of Qin Lang's face.
To be honest, compared to the trumpet Nangong Zhuo, the Nangong Zhuo in front of me is really merciless in his footwork.
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 full of 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.
Thanks to Qin Lang for laying a solid foundation in external skills. To put it bluntly, he is thick-skinned, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to be slapped by her with his feet.
"Hmph... I can't understand what people are saying. Why did you want to be a big brother to me...~" A disdainful snort sounded, as the black gauze skirt fluttered, a slender beautiful leg flashed with white light. , slapped Qin Lang twice on the face in the blink of an eye, 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 want to call me Nangong Zhuo. Do you understand?"
"You..."
Qin Lang was shocked:
"Your... surname is Nan?"
"Nonsense."
"Shouldn't your surname be Nangong? ”
"I can take whatever surname I like, and I want to care about it? Huh... idiot, if my surname is Nangong, shouldn't Ling Yue be called Nangong Ling Yue?"
"Okay... that's right..."< br>
......
This sentence "I want you to take care of it" is vaguely like the trumpet Nangong Zhuo. Qin Lang heard it in his ears and slightly pulled up the corner of his lips with a smile of joyful joy. meaning.
After Nangong Zhuo discovered this smile, she obviously aroused her dissatisfaction. With a flick of her right hand, two more fruits fell from the big tree, and her right leg lifted and dropped again. , repeating the same trick, crush the fruit into Qin Lang's mouth again, like a little girl stepping on the beach, playfully stuffing it into Qin Lang's mouth with a few delicate toes and stirring it wantonly.
"Hmm!...Hmm!"
"Haha...~"
Seeing Qin Lang gasping for air and trying hard to suck the sweet flesh between his toes, Nangong Zhuo ate it Di Jiao laughed, and while laughing, she stepped harder on her feet, obviously enjoying the torture to him.
……
So…
The "bad character of another self" that Xiao Nangongzhuo warned repeatedly before falling asleep probably refers to this...
...
At least Qin Lang knew very well that the person he knew Although Nangong Zhuo can be arrogant sometimes, he will never enjoy torturing others.
Especially to myself.
Speaking of which, 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 is already suffering from abdominal pain. Feeling hungry, after taking a few mouthfuls of 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 she stepped on Qin Lang's feet. The strength in Lang's mouth relaxed slightly, and Qin Lang decisively seized the opportunity and shouted:
"Master Nan! Master Nan! Qin has something to say!"
"Ouch! …?”
Nangong Zhuo paused and slowly retracted his jade feet:
"You brat, you have to know that I am arresting you this time to heal my wounds. In my eyes, you are just a medicinal material. Can medicinal materials speak?"
"Ginseng becomes essence. He's still running away, why can't medicinal materials speak?"
"Tch...still so slick..."
Nangong Zhuo just had enough fun for the time being, pinched his jade hand, and came from behind Qin Lang. A wide chair was photographed directly from the pavilion, and was placed easily in front of Qin Lang. He lay lazily on his side, holding his chin in one hand and looking at Qin Lang:
"If you have any questions, just ask Come on, I didn't plan to use you so soon, huh... Bitch Mu's son is in my hands, if I don't have a good time, how can I relieve my hatred?"
"..."
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.
In short, Qin Lang's top priority is to understand his current situation first. Even if he dies, he must die, right?
(End of this chapter)