Who saved me?

Where is Zhuo Beibei?

When Qin Lang finished asking these two questions, he found that Senior Sister Mu Xuanli's body had quietly slipped down a lot, slipped out of his arms, and half of his face also slipped into the quilt, revealing only two dripping eyes.

Senior sister's eyes are very good-looking, they are the kind that can talk like Gu Jin, whether soft or strong, cold or charming, all of them can be expressed with a pair of eyes.

At this time, what Qin Lang read from his senior sister's eyes was indifference and indifference.

Of course, this coldness and indifference is not towards Qin Lang.

"Which of these two questions do you want to hear first?"

She looked at Qin Lang and said lightly.

Qin Lang's heart trembled, and he made a choice by relying on his survival instinct:

"The first, of course!"

“……”

The light in his eyes has eased, which is good.

Mu Xuanli grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands and exposed his nose a little:

"Then you ask."

"Uh... Asked, how did I get saved? ”

"Ask who..."

"You."

"Who am I..."

“……”

What kind of routine is this...

Oh no, it's not a routine.

Qin Lang remembered, this was just because he forgot the rules.

……

In the past 20 years in the Tianshan Mountains, many unwritten rules have been developed between senior sisters and brothers.

One of them is: When the senior sister is coquettish, the junior brother must cooperate.

Some of the specific details of this [cooperation], Qin Lang is inconvenient to say to people, and he is embarrassed to say it to people.

For example, in terms of salutation.

……

"Hmm..."

So Qin Lang cleared his throat and muttered:

“@#￥…”

“？”

The junior brother muttered two words vaguely, but the senior sister didn't hear clearly, but her eyes lit up with interest, blinked, and came to his ear through the quilt:

"Huh~? Be louder~"

The twenty-year-old junior brother's face turned red and red, Mu Xuanli felt deeply interesting, his plump and soft body was more close, and his red lips were also exposed, and he gently squeezed one of his earlobes:

"It's louder, but my sister still can't hear it~"

"Ahem... Mu @#¥..."

"It's still not enough... Good girl, it's a little bigger~"

“……”

The best thing this refers to is sound...

What to do? It feels a little hard to top.

Although Mu Xuanli looked harmless to humans and animals on the surface, he just held his earlobe very casually.

But in the place where you can't see in the quilt, there is a long jade leg that has come up, and the soft leg is trying to hang on the weakness of Qin Lang's body...

“……”

At this moment, Qin Lang also recalled the "horror" of this senior sister, her old face was hot, and she finally reached out to hug it, and then stared at Mu Xuanli's eyes, and said what she wanted to hear:

"Mu Mu..."

"Hey~"

Mu Xuanli smiled, her pretty face puffed, and then she stopped teasing him with shame, and arched into her junior brother's arms with happiness in her eyes:

"Let's talk about something~"

"That said... Something about saving me..."

"Well, it's all Su Yupan's stupid woman, I also saw that she couldn't protect her, so I had to teach the bad guys who hurt you and give them a palm."

"Your palm... It's not a small power. ”

Qin Lang smiled bitterly, looking out from the window of the Blessed Inn, he could clearly see the ruins by the West Lake that had been razed to the ground overnight.

Qin Lang, who suddenly saw this scene at the beginning, was also shocked in his heart, as if his experience in Juxian Pavilion was a dream.

"Division... Belch... Mu Mu, so are you a great grandmaster? ”

"I don't know~"

The senior sister when she was coquettish, she loved to hear Lang'er call her "Mu Mu", every time she heard it, she couldn't help but roll in his arms, it was like a certain cat... Or rather, foxes are exactly the same.

"The set of things that divide the realm or something is boring.,Anyway, just shoot when it's time to shoot.,It's easy to say everything if you fight.,If you can't beat it, it's useless at all.。

This is the concept of the senior sister, and she really can't tell her level.

But now, Qin Lang is almost certain that Senior Sister is at least at the level of a great grandmaster.

……

The grandmaster's power, Qin Lang has at least experienced it personally.

Where the grandmaster made a move, no one dared to approach within a hundred feet, one person was against a hundred, and the use of internal power was not clear, just using external strength, it was basically like a wild beast, and it was not a problem to destroy the house and burn the ground, for example, didn't the red-haired old man collapse the entire six-story Juxian Pavilion with one punch at that time?

However, all this is far from nothing compared to the scene outside the window that is like a natural disaster.

Just a palm from a thousand miles away can destroy the world! Destroy the mountain and cut off the stream! Let the heavens and the earth be overshadowed!

can create this kind of ghostly and god-like scene, and the strength is definitely not only the grandmaster.

Qin Lang even had reason to believe that even the Great Grandmaster could not reach the level of Senior Sister, and Mu Xuanli's strength was likely to have reached a level that was incomprehensible to ordinary people above the Great Grandmaster.

……

"But... Mu Mu, to be precise, your palm saved me only half of it, I can be said to be half-dead at the time, and I almost didn't see you here..."

"Phew! Hurry up and bless three times! ”

"Tsk... How old are you to believe this..."

"Hurry up!"

"Bah, bah..."

Qin Lang snorted three times, and by the way, he slapped away the hand that the senior sister quietly stretched into a certain place to rub the oil:

"Tell me, what elixir did you give me?"

"Actually... It's not a panacea..."

The senior sister pursed her lips and touched the back of her hand that was slapped red by the unfilial junior brother, and when she talked about it, she looked a little embarrassed, and her face was a little red.

"I'm just giving it to you, drink some... Peach wine. ”

"Peach wine?"

Qin Lang was stunned:

"Where's the peach? When did we have this kind of fairy branches and jade leaves on the mountain? ”

"It's not so much about fairy branches and jade leaves... Not... It's better to say that it's fairy juice and jade liquid..."

Mu Xuanli said, the dizziness on his face deepened again, drunk and seductive, while continuing to bury his head in Qin Lang's chest, he restlessly pressed his little bit, and muttered softly:

"When you were a child, it wasn't like you didn't drink..."

“？”

Qin Lang was even more confused?

Where did he drink when he was a child?

However, Mu Xuanli said that this peach wine is not wine, and there is another name, called human blood, also called Mu Baixiang.

"Mother... Hmm..."

Life blood, mother white fragrance, I always feel that these two words have been read in some book before.

After Qin Lang thought for a while, his eyes finally widened and widened, and his surprised gaze shifted little by little to the loose placket of his senior sister, staring blankly at the two fat white fish that seemed to be about to come out at any time, and the carp was about to jump out of the dragon gate.

Grunt...

Just as a faint milky sweet smell penetrated the tip of his nose, Qin Lang felt some inexplicable dryness in his mouth, his throat moved, and he asked hesitantly:

"Senior sister, you... After so many years, it turned out that ... Haven't broken that yet...? ”

"Hmm..."

Mu Xuanli nodded when he heard this, and the flush on his cheeks was rendered from his ears to his neck, and his sweet and greasy voice was a little more shy:

"I don't know why it hasn't stopped... Anyway, why there was in the first place, it's already a miracle, Lang'er, you also know, senior sister, I... Obviously the melon hasn't broken yet, but since you have it, this peach wine is always self-brewing..."

“……”

"Anyway... Anyway, I'm probably afraid that you won't drink enough, so it's... It's always been..."

The people of Qin Lang are stupid.

No, my sister's peach wine can still live and die, and the flesh and bones can't be made?

In response to this problem, Mu Xuanli said that she didn't know, at that time, she was kneeling in the empty ruins, holding the unconscious Qin Lang in her arms and crying, but she was crying and crying, her heart was itching, and when she looked up, she found that Qin Lang actually started by herself... Sip.

"Myself?"

"yes..."

"And then?"

"And then..."

If the junior brother wants to drink, what else can the senior sister do? And then, of course, it was to satisfy him, anyway, there was no living person around at that time, so I picked it up and fed him for a while, originally thinking that it could be regarded as "parting milk", and after feeding, he was ready to kill, and let the whole Da Zhou be buried with his junior brother.

As a result, he didn't expect that Qin Lang would soon eat more and more, and finally even subconsciously raised his hands and took the initiative to squeeze them, and he actually returned to normal pulse, breathing, and heartbeat.

"Later... Later, to be honest, it still hurts, after all, I haven't fed you for more than ten years..."

“……”

"You ate so much at the time, I didn't expect it, it turned out that Lang'er thought so much about me~"

“……”

I think so, but is there something wrong with such an idea?

I'm Qin... Is it such a pervert who is against the sky...

(End of chapter)