"Qin Lang."

"Say."

"You did that again yesterday."

"What's that, that's all? If you don't understand, shut up, and I'll squint for a while..."

"You snuck at the feet of this seat again yesterday."

"You're repeating words."

"I'm changing the subject again."

……

[Zhuan Lou Gong] has been on fire in Jingzhou Mansion for ten days, and a certain sect master has also lived in Qin Lang's room for ten days.

In the past ten days, Zhuo Beibei and Qin Lang have somehow changed, and when they went to bed at night, the roles seemed to be gradually changed.

Zhuo Beibei became more and more well-behaved in Qin Lang's arms, not grabbing and kicking indiscriminately, nor strangling him.

But Qin Lang began to hold Zhuo Beibei in his dreams, or gnaw or something.

Sometimes he smacked her head, sometimes he gnawed her face; Sometimes he gnawed at her heart, and sometimes he slapped her feet.

The most of them are the feet anyway, the sect master is not very big, Qin Lang can almost hold one of her little feet with a big hand, soft and elastic, delicate and fair, with a smooth texture like fine porcelain and jade, and extraordinarily sharp like a small fish in the water.

Qin Lang patronized the cute little foot plate in his dream, but he didn't know that the sect master had been itchy to wake up by him several times, and often in a fit of anger, he couldn't help but teach him a lesson.

As for the specific lesson, Qin Lang didn't react until today.

……

"I said why I felt a little sore when I got out of bed for the past two days..."

Qin Lang yawned, covering his vital points, and staring at Zhuo Beibei without drooping his eyelids:

"Tell me, didn't you step on it?"

"What if it's this seat?"

Zhuo Beibei was still lazily lying in Qin Lang's arms, but his little face was justified:

"Who told you to play with the feet of this seat in the middle of the night? Did you do the same to your senior sister in the Tianshan Mountains? ”

……

As soon as Zhuo Beibei said this, Qin Lang really had a pair of jade feet from a senior sister that he hadn't seen for a long time.

It's as smooth as ice and snow...

The intoxicating breath...

That delicate and enchanting Danko...

“……”

Qin Lang's throat moved, and he was a little weak, so he didn't answer, covered the quilt, and continued to sleep.

“？”

Zhuo Beibei took a look, it seemed that as long as it was a beautiful girl's feet, this guy really wouldn't let anyone go, so he got his little head out of the quilt and leaned into Qin Lang's ear quite playfully and said:

"What~ It turns out that you will also steal your sister's feet in the Tianshan Mountains..."

“……”

"Tut-tut... I really didn't expect that the dignified Qin Gongzi, who scolded Fang Xuan in the Ningxiang Pavilion and pointed out the country, was a perverted person who came home in private, hehe~"

"Sect Master Zhuo, please be cautious in your words and deeds."

"What? Threatening the Honza? ”

“……”

Not to mention, Qin Lang really wanted to threaten her.

However, thinking of the terrifying strength contained under the other party's petite body, Qin Lang couldn't really threaten her.

"I'm also helping the Ning Xiang Pavilion now, the matter of the Ning Xiang Pavilion is the business of the Tianhe Sect, as the sect master, don't talk about these things that you don't have, can't you be a little concerned about the affairs of the sect?"

"Why isn't this seat concerned? Not long ago, I killed the people outside the building, protecting the power of my sect... Hah-hmm~..."

Zhuo Beibei was infected by Qin Lang's yawn at that time, and he also hit one.

As a result, after the fight, he accidentally took a bite of his little mouth, and ate a small bit on someone's heart, which provoked Qin Lang to be excited, and he almost couldn't help but want to pinch her twice.

"If you're going to say that, I've always had a question for you."

Qin Lang wiped the saliva on his chest, and was no longer surprised by the faint milky sweet smell on his fingertips.

After all, Zhuo Beibei is a supernatural physique that is not stained with dust, as she said, the three holes and seven orifices are clean, so it is not surprising that the body fluids on his body are scented.

"Ouyang Chun, the head of the outer building that day, can be regarded as a decent head of a decent family, even if you are the sect master of the three sects, he will not be so low in front of so many people, right? Do you have some pigtails on your hands? ”

As Qin Lang said, although Louwailou is only one of the twelve gates, it is also a decent person in name.

In the face of such a powerful "demon gate" as Tianhe Sect, it is understandable that he is neither humble nor arrogant, and even respectful and respectful, but in the case of being about to have the regent as a backer, he is still low to that extent, in order to apologize and show goodwill, he decisively killed his fellow disciples and Dharma protectors, Qin Lang felt that it was too exaggerated.

"Cut, what's the exaggeration of this..."

However, Zhuo Beibei pouted, and picked up Qin Lang's little dots boredly:

"At that time, this block had already killed half of the disciples in the outer building of his building, and if that kid was not inferior, the outer building of the building would be removed from the rivers and lakes."

“……”

As soon as these words came out, Qin Lang suddenly understood everything.

It turned out that at that time, the sect master of the Tianhe Sect was thousands of miles away, and he used the means of reaching heaven to slowly and methodically exterminate the disciples of the Lou Ben family who were far away in Huaizhou!

Zhuo Beibei must have reminded Ouyang Chun of this situation in some way, and Ouyang Chun had to put down his posture and chose to abandon the car to protect the handsome.

To put it bluntly, Ouyang Chun was afraid that he would be wiped out by Zhuo Beibei like those sects five years ago, so he would sacrifice the two sects here so decisively.

"Okay, you're ruthless enough."

Qin Lang gave a thumbs up:

"But this is only hard power, soft power is needed to compete with the imperial court, have you read the story of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix"?"

"Nope."

"Look, Nan Lingyue has watched it several times, so I said that you don't care about the affairs of the sect, right?"

"I've been on my mind for too many years, I've been tired for a long time, except for things that need to kill people, it's normal to hand over the affairs of the sect to the saint as much as possible."

"Got it."

Qin Lang slapped her dishonest little hand away and rubbed her chest:

"It seems that when you were a saint before, the old sect master who took office also handed over the affairs of the sect to you, right?"

"That's not right."

Zhuo Beibei shook his head lazily, his beautiful chin slid around Qin Lang's chest, and he blinked his big eyes:

"The old sect master is also this seat."

“？”

"The old sect master, the old old sect master, they are all this seat."

"You..."

"Tianhe Sect was originally founded by this seat."

“……”

Qin Lang's brows furrowed when he heard this, but then he slowly relaxed.

Yes...

After all, this guy is three hundred and twenty-one years old...

It has always been rumored in the world that every sect master of Tianhe Sect is elusive, and the dragon sees the head but does not see the end, and it turns out that Zhuo Beibei is alone for a long time.

Well, hundreds of years old, hundreds of years of being a sect master, and a hundred years of heart, this thing should indeed be a little tired, Qin Lang understands this.

However, although Zhuo Beibei is not interested in the affairs of the sect and is not interested in "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix", he is still very interested in other stories in Qin Lang's stomach.

"Qin Lang Qin Lang~ Can you tell last night's story to this seat first?"

"Last night... Where's the talk? ”

"Speaking of... Not... Lu Bu became a slave of three families~"

"It's a three-surnamed house slave..."

……

After all, if there is a little girl living with him, life will become a little different, so Qin Lang has been telling Zhuo Beibei bedtime stories for several days in a row, and the first choice is the theme of the Three Kingdoms.

The three kingdoms of Qin, Han, Wei and Jin also exist in the history of this world, but about the Three Kingdoms, there is no such thing as "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and there is not even "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", only a "Biography of the Former Wei Lie" has simply recorded some historical materials of the Three Kingdoms.

There may have been other related books, but they were probably destroyed and lost at the time of the fall of the previous dynasty, like many books.

Qin Lang took advantage of this blank to talk about the Three Kingdoms to Zhuo Beibei, but he didn't expect the sect master to listen to it with relish, and he was a little addicted.

……

"It's time to get up, or we'll talk about it in the evening."

"Don't! You're only halfway there! ”

"The sun is shining on the buttocks..."

"So what? Are you busy!? ”

“……”

Qin Lang pondered, at present, the follow-up arrangements of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" are going on step by step, and he really has nothing to be busy with for the time being.

"Qin Lang... Hurry up... Tell a story..."

Zhuo Beibei held Qin Lang's head and shook it, then rolled his eyes and snorted:

"That's it, you tell a story, and this seat will reward you~"

"Reward?"

Qin Lang was happy, and sneered:

"What reward can you have?"

"Hmph~ this."

Zhuo Beibei was a little proud, and his face was a little red, and a little foot in the bed silently stepped on Qin Lang's body:

"How about giving you a chance to take a bite~ ...... Pain Pain Pain ——! ”

“……”

It's outrageous.

Qin Lang couldn't help it, and directly skillfully pinched the little sect master's face into various shapes.

"Qin... Qin Lang, you are presumptuous! I..."

"Shut up! Otherwise, I won't tell you a story..."

"Huh...?"

Zhuo Beibei covered his little face and was stunned for a moment, and then hugged Qin Lang's neck in surprise:

"Stinky boy~ I know that you are good to this seat~"

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(It's just one today, tenosynovitis has recurred)

(End of chapter)