It rained all the time.

It's been cold.

But except in the guest rooms of an inn, the hot air is about to overflow the window.

……

"North."

"What are you doing..."

"What about the invulnerability of the golden body?"

"It was meant to be, what's wrong?"

"And you still get goosebumps?"

"Nonsense! Who said that the golden body can't afford goosebumps? A cold wind blows, what's so strange about this... Huh? Wait... Wait! That's not... Not goosebumps! …”

……

In the quilt of the guest room, it was too late when Zhuo Beibei found out that he had been fooled.

"Stinky boy... You... Do you know what you did to this seat today... There will be retribution! ”

Seeing that the little fart who used to like to be arrogant and domineering has become like this, soft and at his mercy, Qin Lang has a kind of refreshment to turn over and become the master, and the smug smile of the sect master is finally transferred to Qin Lang's face.

With this opportunity, Qin Lang naturally disdained to pay attention to any nonsense such as "retribution" in her mouth, and her slightly rough big hand simply used "Dragon Elephant Cloud Hand", that is, "Tianshan Fishing Hand".

So, after a while, Zhuo Beibei, who had calmed down, once again turned his little face red with mist in his eyes, and soon his delicate and small body was also soft.

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Qin Lang still has self-control after all, and he is also very disciplined, and he pays attention to the principle of "a bowl of water is even" at all times.

Therefore, in order to maintain the same progress as the "Su Yinhua" and Gu Jin, Qin Lang did not take a deeper action against the Sect Master.

……

After a long time.

"Qin Lang! Stupid Qin Lang! Perverted Qin Lang! You... You'll definitely regret it! ”

"Really?"

Qin Lang leaned on the head of the bed, one hand behind his head, and the other hand leisurely wrapped around Zhuo Beibei's double ponytail, chuckling and looking at the three-hundred-year-old demon woman sitting on his chest in shame:

"When?"

"When I fall asleep, and then wake up!"

Zhuo Beibei's pink cheeks bulged, and his little hands "snapped" on Qin Lang's chest:

"Wait for you! Do it! When this seat grows bigger, there will be good fruit to eat! ”

"We'll talk about it then."

Qin Lang didn't take Zhuo Beibei's words over and over several times seriously, and Qin Lang was somewhat mentally prepared for the legendary "big Zhuo Beibei with a very bad personality".

It's just that he is a person who likes to live in the moment, there is no need to be too restrained for what didn't happen, and after gently hugging Zhuo Beibei down with his right hand and kissing it, he patted her little buttocks:

"Well, go get dressed yourself."

“……”

What a stinky boy, didn't he just let him slap for a while, and he couldn't tell the difference between the big and the small kings?

Zhuo Beibei's little face darkened, stood up, "snapped", and skillfully stepped on Qin Lang's face:

"Boy, is it really bad to be a sword?"

"Where did you get the sword..."

"There is no sword in the hand, there is a sword in the heart!"

"Okay, then my sword is not a disadvantage!"

"Tied ——!"

"Qiang ——!"

The two of them compared their fingers to each other for a while, and soon it turned into tickling.

The sect master's small one naturally couldn't scratch Qin Lang, and after a while, he "giggled" and laughed into a little hen.

"Stop, stop, don't come, don't come!"

Zhuo Beibei, who surrendered, was defeated, wiped the tears from his laughter, glared at Qin Lang angrily, and finally put on his little skirt by himself.

Hmph, don't be like a stinky boy...

……

For Zhuo Beibei, the little skirt he bought for her can not be cherished by anyone, and he can too, but he is the only one who wants to cherish it and wear it well.

……

"The surname is Qin, this seat wants to listen to the story tonight! Many, many stories! ”

"I'm fine, but time doesn't allow it, just a little bit every night, and you don't like it if you talk too fast."

Men who are too fast are not popular with women after all, Qin Lang has finished telling Zhuo Beibei two famous books so far, and he is still very experienced in this regard.

"Let's talk about it now."

Zhuo Beibei didn't give Qin Lang a chance to perfunctory himself, and picked him up like a koala.

"Now?"

"That's right."

The little girl chattered like an old woman, even though she was in fact an old woman:

"If I don't talk about it now, in case I don't have a chance to talk about it in the future... It's hard to say whether this seat can listen to "Journey to the West" to the end... You stinky boy doesn't know the preciousness of time..."

"Something sounds weird and unlucky."

Qin Lang knocked her forehead speechlessly, and then continued to tell her the story of Journey to the West.

……

"It is said that the monkey fell in the palm of the Buddha's palm, and said with a straight smile: 'The emperor takes turns to sit, and he will come to my house next year, and the Lingxiao Treasure Hall will not be for a long time, and the kings of the past generations will have a biography!' The strong should be respected, and the hero only dares to be the first! ’”

Havoc in the Heavenly Palace is the climax of the early stage of the story, Qin Lang originally thought that when he talked about this paragraph, Zhuo Beibei would be as excited as most people, and he felt even more enthusiastic when he heard the declaration of the Great Sage.

However, what I didn't expect was that the little girl frowned lightly, and she actually showed a rare contemplative expression.

Qin Lang thought that he was not speaking well, and he had doubts about his lip and tongue skills for a while, but after asking, he found out that Zhuo Beibei's own brain circuit was different from ordinary people, or that the focus she cared about was different from ordinary people.

"This monkey is powerful, but if he really gives him Heavenly Court, with his level, can he manage the order of the Three Realms?"

"Uh..."

To tell the truth, Qin Lang really didn't think about this question.

"I think it's a matter of time, you see, Brother Monkey is already very spiritual, and it is reflected in the Bodhi Patriarch, his understanding is very high, he may not be able to do well as the Jade Emperor at the beginning, but it won't be long before he can be more virtuous."

"Cut!"

When Zhuo Beibei heard this, he directly shook his head disdainfully:

"And what about before he learned to be the Jade Emperor? Heaven and earth for a year, give him time to study, who will bear the cost of trial and error? Isn't it all the living beings in the world? ”

“……”

This product actually said the word "trial and error cost", Qin Lang was a little shocked, and for the first time, he felt the weight of Zhuo Beibei as a three-hundred-year-old man.

"The Jade Emperor has gone through 1,750 tribulations, 129,600 years per tribulation, and has gone through such a long period of study before he has sat in the position of the Jade Emperor, how can this reckless monkey be qualified to become enlightened if he has not also undergone enough tempering?"

"No, you're not..."

“？”

"Forget it, it's nothing..."

Qin Lang even had some doubts that Zhuo Beibei had watched "Journey to the West", after all, the Great Sage really experienced the ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties before he achieved the golden body of the Buddha.

"Also, although this monkey has great powers, his brain doesn't seem to be very bright."

"What do you mean?"

"He actually dared to jump into the palm of that old man's hand! He's not afraid of fraud at all? ”

“……”

"Hmph, monks love to speak, the bald donkeys of Zen Temple are typical, this monkey into the palm of Rulai's hand, there must be no good fruit to eat...... Well? Qin Lang boy, what kind of eyes do you have, keep talking? ”

Qin Lang was wondering if he had to continue talking.

But fortunately, despite making a lot of predictions, Zhuo Beibei still recognized the wonderfulness of the story itself, and he still listened to it with relish afterwards.

(End of chapter)