Lin Lang was originally willing to help others, and since he knew that helping others was beneficial to the cultivation of the ** Dao, he had the habit of helping others.

Glancing at the hand that had been supporting her waist, the woman in white blushed slightly, and said, "My foot is sprained and I can't walk, so please ask Mr. to help me sit on the chair over there for a while." ”

"Okay."

Lin Lang held the waist of the woman in white, slowly walked to a chair not far away, and let the woman sit down. Just now, Lin Lang noticed that the woman in white was quite eye-catching, and after careful inspection, he found that the word "eye-catching" was not enough to accurately describe her appearance. She's very pretty, and she's a little charming.

Lin Lang squatted down and looked at the woman's feet, and said, "Your feet are a little swollen, I have learned bruising and osteopathy, if you don't mind, I can press it for you." ”

The woman in white hesitated a little and said, "Then, I'll trouble you, sir." My name is Xiaojun, I don't know what Mr. is called? ”

Lin Lang blurted out: "My name is Zhao Teng." ”

Zhao Teng was a pseudonym used by Lin Lang in the Tian Yuan Continent. Ever since he arrived in the cultivation world of the Tianyuan Continent, he had to be careful in everything, and when a stranger asked him for his name, he always reported his pseudonym, which had become his habit, and this habit has continued until now.

Lin Lang took off the woman's shoes, touched her ankles, and said, "It's a small problem, I didn't hurt my bones, I should be fine if I press it and rest for a while." ”

The woman in white named Xiaojun was a little puzzled and said, "Shouldn't you use ice first?" ”

Lin Lang smiled: "For others, you need to use ice, I don't need it." ”

Lin Lang pressed the acupuncture points around Xiaojun's injured ankle, so that the blood could not flow into the injured area temporarily, and the effect of this kind of pressure on the acupuncture points was much better than ice compress. Then, Lin Lang pushed away the bruises from Xiaojun's injuries. Soon, the swelling of Xiaojun's ankle slowly subsided.

Being massaged by a strange man in front of the public, Xiaojun was a little embarrassed, and his face was red all the time. She felt the pain in her feet getting lighter and lighter, and couldn't help but glance down at Lin Lang gratefully. Just then, Lin Lang looked up at her at the same time, telling her to blush and not turn her head.

Looking at Xiaojun's shy expression, Lin Lang smiled dumbly. With his countless eyes, it is not difficult to see that Xiaojun is the kind of person who looks innocent on the surface, but hides wild emotions in her heart, but she will not easily show it in front of outsiders.

To treat such a small sprain, Lin Lang didn't need to use aura, just relying on massage techniques, it took a few minutes to make Xiaojun's ankle feel better.

"Alright, you can take a few steps and try." Lin Lang stopped his movements, stood up and looked at Xiaojun and said.

Xiaojun stood up cautiously, walked slowly, and then looked at Lin Lang with a look of surprise and said, "Zhao Teng, my feet don't hurt much, thank you!" You're amazing! ”

Lin Lang chuckled and said, "That's good." You're fine, so I'll go first. ”

When Xiaojun heard Lin Lang say that he was leaving, he said a little twisted: "Lin Lang, in order to thank you, can I invite you to a cup of coffee?" ”

Lin Lang didn't wait for the killer to come, but he met a beautiful woman, and he could see that this beauty seemed to be a little interesting to him. Since he was teased by his drunken ex-girlfriend last time, Lin Lang has a lust in his body, and he can't get rid of it. After he cultivated the Dao, he had a strong control over the successful **, but not only did his control over the ** not increase, but his reaction strangely became worse, which made him a little confused.

Lin Lang practices the ** Tao, seeking the "true self" in the world, as long as it is not a thing that hurts heaven and reason, he will follow the ** in his heart to do. He didn't forcibly press down the **, but agreed to Xiaojun's invitation.

The two came to the dining area on the fourth floor of the commercial city, entered a very stylish café, asked for two cups of coffee and some pastries, and chatted while eating.

Lin Lang used to be in business, chatting was his strength, and he was even more proficient at mobilizing the atmosphere, which quickly eliminated the strangeness between Xiaojun and him.

After getting acquainted with each other a little, Xiaojun became talkative and chatted with Lin Lang about interesting things in work and life. She chatted with Lin Lang more and more happily, and also introduced Lin Lang as a confidant, and there was a feeling of hating each other.

During the chat, Lin Lang received a call from Xu Qing. Xu Qing told him that those two things had been successfully completed, and the information of "Brother Long" had been sent to Lin Lang's WeChat.

Lin Lang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the safety of his family was guaranteed, and he could let go of his hands and feet to do things.

The coffee was almost drunk, although Xiaojun said that she invited Lin Lang before, but Lin Lang still took the initiative to pay.

Lin Lang suggested that Xiaojun, whose foot injury was not completely healed, go home to rest. The two prepared to leave.

When Xiaojun stood up, she sat down in the chair again with a soft cry, she touched her injured ankle and said, "My foot is still painful and I can't walk." ”

When she said this, she looked at Lin Lang with a pitiful expression.

Lin Lang knew that Xiaojun's feet were basically fine, and walking was not a problem at all. She said this now, how could Lin Lang not understand what she meant?

Lin Lang took the opportunity to say, "Why don't I send you back?" ”

Xiaojun: "Then I'll trouble you, Lin Lang, you're so good." ”

Lin Lang knew that his guess about Xiaojun was indeed right, a girl pretended that she couldn't walk and asked you to send him back, what it meant, he knew his name.

"Since you can't kill the enemy today to calm your anger, then vent your desires in the gentle country."

For the sake of safety, Lin Lang carefully sensed Xiaojun again with his divine sense, but he still didn't sense that Xiaojun was hostile to him and didn't feel dangerous. She once again ruled out that Xiaojun was the killer who deliberately approached him.

So, Lin Lang helped Xiaojun to leave Tianzhou Mall. When his hand touches Xiaojun's waist, the ** in his body is more active.

Lin Lang didn't drive Xiaojun home, and took a taxi directly at the entrance of the mall. Half an hour later, they arrived in an old-fashioned neighborhood on the southern outskirts of Gwangju. The neighborhood is open-plan and there are no security guards. During this special time, Lin Lang was cautious, and in this unfamiliar environment, he released a protective technique before he got out of the car.

Lin Lang half-hugged Xiaojun and walked to the front of a building, Xiaojun said, "I live on the eighth floor of the top floor. ”

Lin Lang said without hesitation: "I'll carry you up." ”

Seeing that Xiaojun did not refuse, Lin Lang carried Xiaojun up the stairs. Lin Lang, who had been blessed with the Great Strength Technique, walked to the eighth floor with Xiaojun on his back in one breath, looking very relaxed, and he didn't even gasp for breath.

Xiaojun was a little surprised and said, "Lin Lang, your body is awesome. ”

"I work out a lot." Lin Lang casually responded.

The two of them entered Xiaojun's house and locked the door.

Xiaojun said with a flushed face: "Lin Lang, can you carry me to the bed, I really can't walk." ”

Of course, Lin Lang was happy, and a princess picked up Xiaojun and walked into her bedroom.

When Lin Lang put Xiaojun on the bed, Xiaojun's hand around his neck suddenly pulled hard, and he fell on the bed with Xiaojun, and pressed Xiaojun under him.