"Meow..."

"Tuan Tuan is good, I'll be with you for a while."

"Meow~"

The little female cat who had been lying on the bed licking the indescribable parts, and after almost licking herself and swollen, she finally couldn't help but let out a resentful whimper to Qin Lang.

It wasn't until Qin Lang comforted her for a while that she retracted her little head under the pillow with an expression of "dead ghost, hurry up".

"Cut, what a goblin."

In this regard, Zhuo Beibei, the sect leader of the Tianhe Sect, gave such a sharp comment, and made Qin Lang happy on the spot:

"Three hundred and twenty-one-year-old you, aren't you more goblin than her?"

"This seat is transcendent, she is a real goblin, how can this compare?"

Is this stupid boy stupid, he doesn't understand such a simple truth, I really don't know how that slut was educated...

Forget it, Zhuo Beibei didn't bother to talk nonsense with Qin Lang, yawned and lay on the bed, and by the way, dragged Tuan Tuan out from under the pillow and threw it to the corner of the bed.

"Meow?"

Tuan Tuan was shocked, and then turned his face to look at Qin Lang aggrievedly.

"Meow..."

Pure... Look at her...

"Don't be angry, she's a bad woman."

Qin Lang picked up the little female cat and coaxed it, and lifted Zhuo Beibei up:

"Things haven't been clarified yet, what are you sleeping?"

"Anything else that isn't clear?"

"Nonsense, you say you're over 300 years old? What about the evidence? ”

Zhuo Beibei's lips pursed, and he sat up dissatisfied:

"Qin Lang, are you questioning the qualifications of this seat?"

"Yes."

Outrageous!

Zhuo Beibei was angry, his little chest was bulging, and he raised a chestnut:

"Do you know the annual rings?"

"You know, the one of the trees, right?"

"A tree grows one more ring a year, and the same goes for this seat."

“……”

Qin Lang's eyelids jumped, what do you mean?

Could it be that if you cut this goods in two, you can see the "human wheel" round by circle?

Or is it... If you open her, you will find that there is a small Beibei inside, and then a layer open, there is a small Beibei, and so on, there are more than 300 Zhuo Beibei in it?

Of course, Qin Lang's ideas are too fanciful and unrealistic.

"Give me your pig's trotters."

“……”

Qin Lang resisted the urge to pinch her and honestly stretched out a hand.

The heart, the square inch Lingtai also.

It is also known as Cuntian, Lingfu, Danchi, etc.

Zhuo Beibei grabbed his big hand, opened his palm, and placed it on his small square inch spirit platform.

"What does it feel like?"

"Uh..."

Qin Lang frowned, tasted it for a while, and said suspiciously:

"Poached eggs...?"

“？？？”

It's about the same size anyway, but if you take into account the softness...

"The kind with a yellow sugar heart?"

“？ You! … What are you feeling, stinky boy! ”

Zhuo Beibei's little face was hot, and he had to question in his heart again that there was definitely something abnormal about the way a slut raised a child on the Tianshan Mountain!

"Didn't you notice my heartbeat!"

"Heartbeat?"

Seeing Qin Lang's appearance like a pig's head, Zhuo Beibei snorted coldly, simply threw the little skirt aside, and grabbed his big hand again.

"I can feel it now..."

"Yes."

Qin Lang's throat moved.

"Do you feel something?"

"You don't have a heartbeat."

"It's not for nothing...... You! … Don't move your hands! ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, subconsciously..."

……

Damn stinky boy, his hot palm originally made the tip of the sect master's heart a little hairy, but it turned out to be not honest, and it almost made the sect master have a strange feeling, and he hated it very much.

……

Zhuo Beibei naturally blamed all of this on the education of the "Tianshan Slut", and then took a deep breath and said slowly:

"It's not that there is no heartbeat, but that the heartbeat is too slow."

"Heartbeat... Too slow? ”

"Well, I've lived too long, and every fifty years, my heartbeat slows down by half, so now compared to ordinary people, I can't feel my heartbeat in a short time, and it takes a long time to beat once."

When Qin Lang heard this, he was thoughtful.

Every fifty years, the heartbeat slows down by half, and if this "old witch" really lives to be 321 years old, it is...

"Let me pinch my fingers first, two, four, eight..."

“？！”

"How?"

"Mix... Bastard! You won't pinch with your other hand! ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, but subconsciously..."

……

Qin Lang was a little embarrassed, changed his hand and continued to pinch his fingers, and the result was calculated that Zhuo Beibei's heart would only beat fifteen times in a quarter of an hour.

A normal person's heartbeat can beat about eight or nine hundred times in a quarter of an hour.

It was also very simple to verify this, Qin Lang's palm pressed lightly and pressed it tighter.

“…~！ …”

"Shhh

Then just like that, he waited silently for dozens of breaths, and sure enough, a faint beating finally reached Qin Lang's palm.

"Incredible!"

Qin Lang let out a shocking sigh.

"Hmph~"

The Sect Master was very satisfied with his reaction, rubbed the inexplicable blush on his little face, and then pressed the shame in his heart below, and then proudly pulled the shoulder straps of the little skirt back onto his shoulders.

Bang~

"Now you know the gold content of this seat, little ghost~"

“……”

Qin Lang was speechless, a person can live to be three hundred years old, which is really a bit beyond his common sense.

You must know that Zhou Ning, the former prefect of Qingzhou, for a "Dragon Heart Jue" that can prolong his life for a hundred years, can not hesitate to give up the status and wealth that ordinary people dream of, and fight for his life.

And if there is a way to achieve a life span of 300 years, how many people will go crazy about it...

"Boy, I know what you're thinking."

"Huh?"

Looking at Qin Lang, who was solemn and sluggish, Zhuo Beibeiren patted him on the shoulder, and then sighed in an old-fashioned manner:

"Actually, this seat has lived for so long, there is no elixir at all, simply because this seat is too strong."

“……”

Although what this thing said should be the truth, why do you want to pinch her when you listen to her babbling and pretending to be serious...

"This seat is too strong, and it has been strong for too long, and before you know it, this heaven and earth think that this seat can live with them... Not... Probably that's the reason, so I've lived a long time~"

"Got it, got it."

Qin Lang waved his hand impatiently:

"So why are you so young on the surface?"

"Presumptuous!"

Zhuo Beibei pinched his pink fist, his cheeks quickly bulged, and seeing that he was about to get angry again, Qin Lang hurriedly reached out and pinched her cheeks to help her deflate:

"Okay, okay, don't be upset like this, you're a little pufferfish?"

"You're the little pufferfish, you're still the little river shrimp, the little river crab!"

"Uh-huh, anyway I was wrong."

Qin Lang was a little funny, hugged her little shoulders, and then rubbed her little head:

"The seniors are angry, it's the juniors who made a mistake, and next time... Belch... Not next time. ”

"I always feel like you're not sincere..."

"No, the younger generation is now happy and convinced of the sect master, and I believe that with the experience and insight of the sect master, he can learn from it!"

"Hmph..."

The attitude is not bad.,It seems that the slut is not useless in teaching...

……

Zhuo Beibei's seniors decided not to care about Qin Lang's juniors, cleaned up his mood, and looked at him seriously:

"To tell you the truth, just five years ago, I looked almost the same age as Nan Lingyue."

"Huh?"

"In the next ten years, this seat will be more mature, in her early twenties, and then in front of it, she will look like a woman in her thirties, and that is exactly the age when this seat has just become a face."

"In other words, you've been getting smaller and smaller over the years? Why? ”

"Why... Hehe, it's not a blessing for a slut..."

The little girl sneered, but Qin Lang was slightly stunned, dare to love Zhuo Beibei and other bigwigs also have a past of being framed by gangsters?

This kind of fate is inexplicably consistent with my senior sister...

"So which slut hurt you?"

"This slut, you're familiar with it."

"Me?"

Qin Lang frowned, he could harm the Tianhe Sect Master to rejuvenate all the way, what level of power was this? How can you be familiar with it?

"Hee-hee..."

However, the sneer on Zhuo Beibei's face had gradually changed to Qin Lang's somewhat familiar urge, staring at Qin Lang's eyes and saying word by word:

"That slut's name is called, Mu-Xuan-Li."

This time, Qin Lang was completely shocked:

"You... You actually know my senior sister?! ”