Qin Lang's mouth was blocked by a few neatly arranged toes, although he had never suffered this kind of humiliation, but now he dared not speak angrily.

No, it should be able to be angry but not speak.

Qin Lang obviously felt that in addition to being gagged, his martial arts seemed to have been sealed or restricted in some way, except that the golden internal force was still circulating, basically like an ordinary person, and his mouth could only make a "whine" sound incompetently.

"Hmmm!"

"Heh~ I see that you have been hungry for a day, this seat personally fed you some fruit, stinky boy, do you still have any dissatisfaction?"

"Hmm..."

"Shut up!"

Syllable.

“？”

only heard a crisp sound, and at a certain moment when Qin Lang was completely invisible to the naked eye, he clearly felt that the other party's foot briefly pulled out of his mouth, and then quickly slapped a "slap" on his face.

When Qin Lang could feel that there was an area about the size of a foot print on the right side of his face, his mouth and between his lips and teeth had been filled with fragrance and tenderness again.

"Prisoner! Chopping board meat! I don't know what to eat, what's the name of the ghost?! ”

“……”

Tsk, this woman...

In terms of this level of arrogance, she is indeed better than Zhuo Beibei at the beginning.

On the other hand, strictly speaking, it is not the first time that Qin Lang has been slapped by a girl's foot.

At least when she was with Zhuo Beibei before, Qin Lang had to be kicked twice in the face by her little foot almost every night.

……

Of course, this is definitely not because Qin Lang is so perverted that he deliberately looks for it.

It's really Zhuo Beibei who is too lively and disobedient, Qin Lang sometimes just hugs her and rubs her little bumps or something, she has to be restless.

Sometimes if she rubs it for a long time, the little sect master's little face is red, and the small pimple becomes a big pimple, and she will struggle in Qin Lang's arms as if she is not satisfied.

It's just that often at this time, the sect master's body has also been rubbed by Qin Lang and can't move much, so she will use her most flexible feet to leave a few paw prints for Qin Lang.

……

Feet that are flexible enough to slap ...

And an arrogant attitude ...

and the self-proclaimed secondary two...

Although the woman in front of her is very different from a certain little girl in terms of posture and other aspects, after gathering these similar characteristics, coupled with the other party's personal confession, Qin Lang has to admit that she is indeed Zhuo Beibei, or Nangong Zhuo, after she has become bigger.

"North..."

Qin Lang gritted his teeth and endured the humiliation, and ate some of the broken fruits between the toes in his mouth, so that he could barely open his mouth and hum two sentences:

"North-north... You... Can you stop this..."

Syllable!

Another kick with the wind slapped Qin Lang's other side of the face.

To be reasonable, compared with the trumpet Nangong Zhuo, the foot strength of this Nangong Zhuo in front of him is really ruthless.

Compared with the light kicking of the little sect master, the big sect master's two feet... How to say it... I can't say how ruthless it is, but it's full of a kind of condescending contempt.

Even if Qin Lang didn't deliberately look up, he could imagine the slight contempt in the mockery when she stepped on herself.

Thanks to Qin Lang, who has laid a solid foundation for external skills, it is thick-skinned to say that it is ugly, otherwise it is very uncomfortable to be slapped by her feet.

"Hmph... I can't understand what people say, what kind of big brother did I want to be in this seat at the beginning...~"

A cold snort of disdain sounded, and when the black gauze skirt flew, a slender beautiful leg flashed with white light, and in the blink of an eye, it slapped Qin Lang's face twice, and then kicked Qin Lang's chin, Qin Lang's head tilted back At the same time, his mouth and nose were once again stuffed under Nangong Zhuo's soft feet.

"It's all said, there is nothing Zhuo Beibei, this seat is Nangong Zhuo, you want to call this seat, Nan-Da-Ren, understand?"

"You..."

Qin Lang was taken aback:

"You... Surname Nan? ”

"Nonsense."

"Shouldn't it be surnamed Nangong?"

"I have a surname of whatever I love, and I want to take care of it? Hum... Fool, if this seat is surnamed Nangong, shouldn't Lingyue be called Nangong Lingyue? ”

"Well... too..."

……

This sentence "I want you to take care of it" is vaguely a little bit of the taste of Nangong Zhuo, Qin Lang listened to it in his ears, and the corners of his lips slightly pulled up a smile of relief in bitterness.

And after this smile was discovered by Nangong Zhuo, it obviously caused her dissatisfaction again, with a flick of her right hand, two more fruits fell from the big tree, and the jade foot of her right leg was raised and dropped again, so she trampled the fruit into Qin Lang's mouth again, like a little girl stepping on the beach, full of playfulness, together with a few delicate toes, wantonly stuffed in Qin Lang's mouth and stirred.

"Hmm! … Not! ”

"Hehe...~"

Seeing Qin Lang panting for breath and trying to suck the sweet flesh between his toes, Nangong Zhuo laughed coquettishly, laughing while adding the strength of his feet, obviously enjoying the torture of him.

……

So...

Before Xiao Nangong Zhuo fell asleep, he had repeatedly warned about [another bad character], probably referring to this...

……

At least Qin Lang knew very well that although Nangong Zhuo he knew was sometimes arrogant, he would never enjoy the torture of others.

Especially to yourself.

Having said that, this rose-red tree doesn't know where it comes from, the cherry-like fruit on it tastes very sweet and tempting, as if it is addictive, Qin Lang was already hungry, and after eating a few bites of this fruit, his stomach twitched, his appetite soared, and he subconsciously sped up to lick the flesh on Nangong Zhuo's feet.

“……”

Nangong Zhuo probably didn't expect Qin Lang to suddenly show off the food seriously, and the sudden itching from her toes made her face change a little uncomfortably, and the strength of stepping on Qin Lang's mouth was slightly relaxed, Qin Lang decisively seized the opportunity to shout:

"Nan-sama! South Sect Master! Qin has something to say! ”

"Huh...?"

Nangong Zhuo paused, and slowly withdrew the jade foot:

"Stinky boy, you have to know that this seat arrested you this time to ask you to heal your wounds, you are just a medicinal herb in the eyes of this seat, can medicinal herbs speak?"

"Ginseng will run away when it becomes a essence, why can't the medicinal herbs speak?"

"Cut... It's still so oily and slippery..."

Nangong Zhuo happened to have enough fun for the time being, and with a squeeze of his jade hand, he directly took a wide chair from the pavilion behind Qin Lang, and easily placed it in front of Qin Lang, and the whole person lay lazily on his side, looking at Qin Lang with one hand on his cheek:

"Just say anything, I wasn't going to use you so soon, hum... Mu Da slut's son is in the hands of this seat, don't have a good time, how to solve the hatred in this seat? ”

“……”

Nangong Zhuo, who has become bigger, is indeed different, although Xiaobeibei also made a similar statement at the beginning, but Qin Lang has reason to believe that this should be true.

All in all, Qin Lang's top priority is to understand his current situation first, even if he dies, he has to die to understand, right?

(End of chapter)