Chapter 212 What do you call me?
In the cave called Shuiyun Temple, intermittent soft sobs will be heard from time to time, and after the sobs, a sharp voice mixed with confusion and anger will always echo.
"Qin Lang! You bastard! Do you know what you are doing... Uh-huh!?"
On the stone platform surrounded by eight bronze mirrors, Nangong Zhuo's words once again Interrupted, replaced by another whimper and heavy breathing.
There is even an uncontrollable sucking sound from time to time.
It's like the kind of gasping sound you have to make in order to get another breath of air after something is completely blocked in your mouthpiece.
……
After just a short moment…
……
“Ahem, cough, cough…”
After coughing heavily, Nangong Zhuo rested his hands on the stone platform and gasped. When he raised his head, the feeling of powerlessness and decadence created by the bun on the back of his head and his complicated and hazy eyes were the same as those between her and her. The combination of innate charm and charm creates a strange kind of temptation.
“You...lawless junior!”
Nangong Zhuo wiped the translucent saliva hanging from the corner of his lips and took a look at something terrible lying in front of him. After that, his eyes were obviously raised in panic, and then he looked up at Qin Lang fiercely:
“What do you want!”
“I said, what I think is what you think. .”
Qin Lang looked down at Nangong Zhuo, feeling as happy as he had never felt in the past few days:
"Double cultivation, and then heal your injuries, that's what I want."
" Then... why don't you take action!"
Nangong Zhuo's expression now no longer resembles that of the enchantress when she played with Qin Lang before. The unwillingness and determination on his face look more like someone who has fallen into a trap. The heroine in the hands of the flower thief.
However, compared to the innocence of that kind of heroine, Nangong Zhuo's naturally charming body is destined to make her look more charming like she is playing hard to get.
Although Qin Lang also knew that this was not her intention.
At least not in this case.
“I can take action at any time for dual cultivation or something, but don’t forget how you tortured me slowly before today. Since you were also slow and unhurried at that time, I am not in a hurry now. "
"You..."
Seeing Qin Lang slowly approaching him, and Qin Xiaolang's huge python-like shadow cast on his face, Nangong Zhuo'er was heartbroken. Trembling, I subconsciously held my hands and moved back:
"...What do you want me to do..."
Pa!
“~!”
Qin Lang bent down and slapped him. Amidst the gentle waves of snow, another red palm was printed on the moon-like perfection under Nangong Zhuo’s waist.
……
It had to be said that, after all, he was the leader of the Tianhe Sect, and he obviously did not specialize in external martial arts, but his body was quite resilient. Even though there were several slap marks, there were no actual scars such as swelling.
To put it simply, it is quite resistant...er...very resistant to torment.
......
Qin Lang squatted down and showed the same sarcastic expression that Nangong Zhuo once showed to him:
"What did you call me?"
"..."
Nangong Zhuo called him a junior, called him a brat, but looking at Qin Lang's eyes and trying to use his skills to no avail, Nangong Zhuo's original words changed when he spoke. It became:
"Qin Lang..."
"What?"
"I...call you Qin Lang, what's the problem!"
Snap!
“Hmm~——!”
“Did you call me Qin Lang? Do you think you are from Nanda?”
“Then what do you want!”
Pop!
"Don't ask me, think for yourself, think until I'm satisfied. Of course, if you think wrong, just do it yourself."
"Qin Lang, you!..."
Pa!
......
When he thought of what he had experienced in the previous cave, and then listened to the "pah pah pah" echoing in the cave now, Qin Lang felt like the sound of fairy music lingering in his ears.
Looking at the mad woman who was so domineering not long ago, she was now blushing red, with her two eyes nestled in front of him. Her eyes that should have been full of resentment were even blurred and scattered by herself. Qin Lang really couldn't say no in his heart. The relief comes out.
Admittedly, Qin Lang is far from satisfied at this point, and everything has just begun.
————————“Qin...Qin Lang, I know I shouldn’t treat you like that. We have something to say...”
Pa!
"!...Qin...Qin Shaoxia, in fact, I can solve the reason...ah~!"
Pa!
......
In the Shuiyun Palace, slaps echoed one after another.
Qin Lang was actually a little tired of just being spanked.
So when Nangong Zhuo finally made some progress and shouted "Qin Shaoxia", Qin Lang rewarded her by not spanking her anymore, and instead looked at the two heavy lumps on her heart that were in the shape of a perfect drop.
"..."
"You...what do you want to do..."
Nangong Zhuo subconsciously covered his heart with both arms, but Qin Lang directly pulled it with both hands. , and directly separated the black cloth strips that could barely cover her halo to both sides.
Dong~
Two snow-white fish that were half fatter than senior sister Mu Xuanli jumped out instantly.
Then, Qin Lang used a piece of the previous dog chain to tie Nangong Zhuo's hands behind his back.
Because the rope passed through his armpits and was tied very tightly, Nangong Zhuo was forced to lean his shoulders back and straighten his body to maximize the size of the pair of big white fish he kept close to his body. The ground was exposed to the air.
“…Woo…”
Seeing his extremely shameful look reflected in the bronze mirrors around him, Nangong Zhuo pursed his lips and closed his eyes.
But even so, Qin Lang's breath could clearly blow on the pink fish eyes of the fishes, and the strands of swaying made Nangong Zhuo couldn't help humming several times. In the end, it was as if Like the small red fruits that are gradually ripening on the branches, they gradually swell up with trembling and trembling, blooming into an extremely delicate and beautiful posture...
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, sect leader of Tianhe Sect, it turns out that he is such a young child who can't stand teasing... ”
“Qin Lang!”
Pa.
Qin Lang raised his hand again, and this time, the slap mark was left on the white fish.
The plump fish seemed to be knocked unconscious, and was thrown out in a flurry of bullets.
“What do you call me?”
“Qin…Master Qin…”
Pa!
“Think again.”
"Master Qin...Master Qin..."
Pa!
"Think again."
......
It turns out that what to call it is indeed a difficult problem.
At least Nangong Zhuo didn't come up with it after thinking about it many times.
Of course, maybe she already vaguely knows the correct answer, but as the leader of the Tianhe Sect, or as the "Nangong Taku" version of the leader of the Tianhe Sect, her self-esteem is far stronger than normal. He is still causing trouble, so he has been reluctant to speak.
Qin Lang didn't mind slowly eroding her twisted self-esteem. As his martial arts gradually recovered, he even took off two long hairs of Nangong Zhuo, and then carved the red fish on Nangong Zhuo. Two buttons were tied around the eyes, and they were pulled into various interesting shapes, which involuntarily aroused Qin Xiaolang's interest.
So, Qin Lang straightened his back, pulled his hair with one hand, and put the other hand on the back of Nangong Zhuo's head again...
"Uh-! Uh...ahem!... Huh? ...~"
"Don't stare at me, just look at yourself in the mirror."
"...Ugh..."
...
The sobs started again.
After an unknown amount of time passed like this, the pretty face of Nangong Zhuo, who was drunk and blushing, gradually began to have a strange and uncontrollable light in his eyes.
And when she leaned weakly on Qin Lang's belly and slowly raised her head, Qin Lang finally felt that she should be able to say what she wanted to hear.
"Have you figured it out? What do you call me?"
"..."
Nangong Zhuo opened his mouth slightly, and a touch of pink lilac spat out in a daze. On his lips, although his consciousness was awake, the last trace of angry light in his dazed eyes finally softened, and he spat out two words vaguely:
"Lord" …people…”
(End of this chapter)