In the cave called the Water Cloud Palace, there would be intermittent soft whimpering from time to time, and after the whimper, there would always be a sharp sound mixed with helplessness and anger.

"Qin Lang! You bastard boy! Do you know what you're doing... Huh!? ”

On the stone platform surrounded by eight bronze mirrors, Nangong Zhuo's words were interrupted again, replaced by a whimper and heavy breathing.

There is even an irrepressible sucking sound from time to time.

It's the kind of dropping sound that you have to make in order to get an extra breath of air after being blocked by something.

……

Just like that, a little while...

……

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

After coughing heavily, Nangong Zhuo propped her hands on the stone platform and gasped, and when she raised her head, the feeling of weakness created by the bun on the back of her head and those complex and hazy eyes combined with her innate charm actually had a strange temptation.

"You're... Lawless juniors! “

Nangong Zhuo wiped the translucent saliva hanging from the corner of his lips, and after glancing at something terrible in front of his eyes, his eyes were obviously raised in a little panic, and then he looked up at Qin Lang viciously:

"What do you want!"

"I said, what I think is what you think."

Qin Lang looked down at Nangong Zhuo, and his mood was unprecedentedly happy in the past few days:

"Double cultivation, and then heal your injuries, that's what I want."

"Then you don't... Don't do it yet! ”

Nangong Zhuo's expression at this moment was no longer like the demon girl who played with Qin Lang before, and the unwilling determination on her face was like a heroine who fell into the hands of a flower thief.

It's just that, compared with the innocence of that kind of heroine, Nangong Zhuo's natural charm is destined to make her look like this, but there is more of a charm that wants to capture and indulge.

Although Qin Lang also knew that this was not her intention.

At least not in the current situation.

"Double cultivation or something, I can do it at any time, but don't forget, before today, how did you slowly torture me, since you were not in a hurry at that time, then I am not in a hurry now."

"You..."

Seeing Qin Lang slowly approaching him, and Qin Xiaolang's huge python-like shadow was also projected on his face, Nangong Zhuo's heart trembled, and he subconsciously held his hands and moved back:

“… What the hell do you want this seat..."

Syllable!

“~！”

Qin Lang bent down and slapped him, and in the midst of the light surging snow waves, another red palm was imprinted on the moon-like perfection under Nangong Zhuo's waist.

……

I have to say that after all, he is the Tianhe Sect Master, and he is obviously not specialized in external skills, but his body is quite resilient, even if the palm prints have been branded with several, but there are no actual scars such as puffiness.

To put it simply, it's quite resistant... Belch... It's quite toss-resistant.

……

Qin Lang squatted down, revealing the kind of sarcastic expression that Nangong Zhuo once showed to him:

"What do you call me?"

“……”

Nangong Zhuo called him a junior and called him a stinky boy, but at this moment, looking at Qin Lang's eyes, and trying to run his skills again to no avail, Nangong Zhuo's original words became when they came to his mouth:

"Qin Lang..."

"What?"

"This seat... Call you Qin Lang, is there any problem! ”

Syllable!

"Hmm~——!"

"Qin Lang is your name? Do you still think you're Nanda-sama? ”

"So what do you want!"

Syllable!

"Don't ask me, think for yourself, think until I'm satisfied, of course, if you think wrong, just pout yourself."

"Qin Lang, you! …”

Syllable!

……

Thinking of what happened to him in the cave before, and then listening to the "pop pop" echoing in the cave now, Qin Lang only felt like a fairy sound.

Looking at the crazy woman who was still flying and domineering not long ago, at this time, her face was crimson, and the two wars were nested in front of her, and her eyes, which should have been resentful, were even confused and scattered by her own beating, Qin Lang was really unspeakably relieved in his heart.

It is true that at this point, Qin Lang is far from satisfied, everything has just begun.

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"Qin... Qin Lang, I know that I shouldn't treat you like that, we have something to say..."

Syllable!

“！ … Qin... Qin Shaoxia, in fact, the reason for this, this seat can be solved... Yikes~! ”

Syllable!

……

In the Water Cloud Palace, the slaps echoed one after another.

Simply spanking, in fact, Qin Lang is already a little tired.

So when Nangong Zhuo finally shouted "Qin Shaoxia" with some progress, Qin Lang stopped beating her ass, and instead looked at the two heavy balls in her heart that were in the shape of perfect droplets.

“……”

"You... What do you want to do..."

Nangong Zhuo subconsciously protected her heart with her arms, but Qin Lang directly pulled her hands and directly separated the black cloth strips that she could barely cover her faintness on.

Boom~

Two snow-white fish, half a point fatter than Senior Sister Mu Xuanli, jumped out in an instant.

Then, Qin Lang used a section of the previous dog chain to tie Nangong Zhuo's hands behind his back.

Because the rope was tied very tightly through the armpits, Nangong Zhuo's whole person was forced to lean back with his shoulders back, and his body stood up straight, exposing the pair of big white fish he had raised close to him to the maximum extent in the air.

“… Woo..."

Seeing his extremely ashamed appearance reflected in the bronze mirrors around him, Nangong Zhuo pursed his lips and closed his eyes.

But even so, Qin Lang's breath could clearly blow on the pink eyes of the fish, and the slightest wisps of flirting made Nangong Zhuo not hold back his hum several times, and in the end, like a small red fruit gradually ripening on the branches, it trembled and gradually bulged, blooming into an incomparably delicate posture...

"Tut-tut, Tianhe Sect Master, it turns out that he is such a chick who can't help teasing..."

"Qin Lang!"

Syllable.

Qin Lang raised his hand again, and this time, the palm print was left on the white fish.

The plump fish seemed to be knocked unconscious, and it was thrown out in vain.

"Call me what?"

"Qin... Qin Gongzi..."

Syllable!

"Think again."

"Lord Qin... Lord Qin..."

Syllable!

"Think again."

……

As it turns out, what to call it is a difficult question.

At least Nangong pondered it many times but didn't come up with it.

Of course, maybe she already vaguely knew the correct answer, but as the Tianhe Sect Master, or as the "Nangong Zhuo" version of the Tianhe Sect Master, her strong self-esteem that was far beyond normal circumstances was still at work, so she was reluctant to speak.

And Qin Lang didn't mind slowly wearing down her distorted self-esteem, and as his own martial arts gradually recovered, he even took off Nangong Zhuo's two long hairs, and then tied two buttons on Nangong Zhuo's red fish eyes, tearing them into various playful shapes, and at the same time, he couldn't help but arouse Qin Xiaolang's interest.

So, Qin Lang straightened his waist, pulled his hair with one hand, and put the other hand on the back of Nangong Zhuo's head again...

"Hmm——! Not... Ahem! … Huh?! …~”

"Don't stare at me, let's look at yourself in the mirror."

“… Uh-huh..."

……

Whimpering again.

After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Zhuo, whose pretty face was drunk, had gradually become a strange wave that was difficult to control.

And when she leaned weakly on Qin Lang's lower abdomen and slowly raised her head, Qin Lang finally felt that she should be able to say what she wanted to hear.

"Got it? Call me what? ”

“……”

Nangong Zhuo's mouth opened slightly, and a touch of pink lilac spit on his lips slightly stupidly, although his consciousness was sober, but in his trance-like eyes, the last trace of divine light full of anger finally softened, and he spit out two words vaguely:

"Lord... people..."

(End of chapter)