In the depths of Qin Lang's memory, there are many strange things in short.

For example, when he gave advice to Tingyu Xu in front of the empress before, the "beauty fragrance" business and the design of stockings and high heels were excavated from Qin Lang's messy deep memories.

Now, another sentence from the depths of his memory popped up in Qin Lang's mind.

[No matter how hard you are, you can't be a girl, no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in sex education]

“？”

Hey... It doesn't seem to smell right...

After thinking about it again, it's really wrong, it should be:

[No matter how hard you are, you can't be bitter about your children, and no matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education]

Qin Lang looked at the menacing little girl with two ponytails in his arms, as the Tianhe Sect Master, she must not be bitter, and Qin Lang was reluctant to let her suffer anything.

But in terms of education, Qin Lang believes that it is necessary to remind Nangong Zhuo to be a girl with a broad heart and generosity.

So in the face of her questioning, Qin Lang didn't choose anyone.

"The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, the second senior sister and the third senior sister are both senior sisters, if you have to choose the good and bad, I can't do it. In this matter, I only hope that Beibei, until you find conclusive evidence, you will stop targeting Senior Sister Mu, and take some time to slowly resolve the grievances between the two of you..."

"That's her! …”

"I know, I know! On Senior Sister Mu's side, I will say the same. ”

"Don't you say, you just don't see her again, with this seat... Together... I'll do as you say. ”

"North."

Qin Langxiao is affectionate and reasonable:

"Good things need to be shared to become better, this is called the pattern, and it is the atmosphere that the sect master should have."

"Cut..."

Nangong Zhuo rolled his eyes directly:

"It's just a Qin Lang... I don't think I'm a good thing..."

“……”

"Tsk~ Now that the injury of this seat has been healed, do you think that you can still do whatever you want to this seat like you did in the Water Cloud Palace~?"

“……”

Looking at the narrowness in Nangong Zhuo's eyes and the ridicule at the corners of his lips, Qin Lang also once again realized the unique character of the big and small sect masters after they merged into one, and originally said that they would take good care of themselves in the next few days, but in the face of such an arrogant ghost, Qin Lang felt that if he didn't spur her well, he really couldn't bear it.

"North-north."

"What?"

"Give me the feet."

“？ You... Again... Ahh

Although Nangong Zhuo can indeed pinch Qin Lang flat with one finger, the relationship between the two is extraordinary after all, and Qin Lang can be regarded as "fearless" that Nangong Zhuo can only say hi and can't make any substantive threats to himself, so he didn't hesitate to catch her slender ankle.

Nangong Zhuo also subconsciously said in a hurry:

"Wait! You... Don't you be so sudden, can you? I... I'll just take it off..."

As she spoke, the black foot-stepping stockings that tightly wrapped her legs began to disappear from the bottom to the top like melted sugar water, but Qin Lang stopped her:

"Don't take it off."

“？”

"Socks... Do not take it off. ”

"Huh?"

Nangong Zhuo tilted his head, a little strange.

……

Qin Lang likes to play with girls' feet, and Nangong Zhuo knows this best.

She didn't cooperate with the play of not taking off her socks.

As a natural and charming body that is not stained with dust, when Nangong Zhuo was by Qin Lang's side, especially in those days in Yangzhou, he was very diligent when he changed his socks.

There is no other reason, Qin Lang is to blame.

For example, sometimes after coming back from shopping outside the night market, Qin Lang would often pretend to cough twice, which was actually a secret signal to Nangong Zhuo.

And the meaning of the code is [while it is hot]

As soon as I came back from walking, the soft white socks wrapped around the tender little feet, which would be warm and sweet.

Qin Lang likes to do some perverted things to the feet of the sect master at this time, so much so that by the next day, the little white socks that are obviously clean and clean will always seem to have a hard shell for some reason.

……

But it's different right now.

Nangong Zhuo didn't wear ordinary small cloth socks, and his white and tender little feet were basically smooth except for the strip of cloth that was stung in the center of his feet.

If you still don't take it off like this, not only will you not experience the unique touch like cloth socks, but you should be panicked.

Qin Lang... Really like that?

……

Nangong Zhuo tilted his little head and blinked his eyes, he really couldn't think of what tricks this kind of socks could play, he only felt that Qin Lang's brain was not even good for the perverted part.

But Qin Lang, as a "contented and happy" [Taste Pleasure Gong], can be said to be a mountain man with his own clever plan, and he didn't say much, and directly held one of Nangong Zhuo's little feet in his hand.

Gently pull the small strip of cloth that is strangled in the center of the foot, just enough to clamp something to the soft soles of the feet.

In this way, Qin Lang used this pair of small strips of cloth for stepping on foot stockings, and at the same time, he could free his hands to do other things.

Nangong Zhuo also didn't expect Qin Lang to be so creative in this regard, his little face was red for a while and white for a while, and he was brought into a state by the two pig's trotters vacated by Qin Lang after a while.

——————————

And after being spurred, Nangong Zhuo bargained with Qin Lang again, and finally agreed to one thing.

"This seat promises that before Mu Xuanli recovers from her injury, he can not kill her."

"It's not okay if the injury is healed..."

"Hmph, stupid boy, what do you know, when she's healed, I think it's hard to kill her, at most, it's just a fight once... Beat until she is willing to cut her hair as a nun, and then kneel in front of the tomb of the master to admit her mistake! ”

“……”

Okay, here's... Let's talk about it.

At least for now, Nangong Zhuo in a complete state can be stabilized, and it is good not to let her go to Tianshan to find Mu Xuanli.

"And Ah Qin Lang..."

"How?"

"You come here..."

“？”

The two of them were warm in the bed, Qin Lang leaned his face over with a single jaw, and then his ears hurt suddenly, and he was almost pulled off by Nangong Zhuo's little hand.

"Shhh——! It hurts! Hurt! What are you doing Beibei! ”

"It's all your fault, pervert! It's all your fault! ”

When Qin Lang, who grinned his teeth, saw the sect master's flushed cheeks and those eyes that were sparkling with tears because of shame and anger, he was completely confused:

"No, what's the matter? What's wrong with me? ”

"You... When you were right to this seat just now... Everyone else saw it! ”

"Someone else?"

Qin Lang looked out at the layers of curtains at the entrance of the pavilion here, and he was even more confused:

"It's... Isn't it your private residence? Who else can trespass? ”

"What do you say?"

Nangong Zhuoyin's teeth were clenched, and they all made a clicking sound, and the crimson halo on his face had already stained his ears and neck:

"It's Lingyue! She's just snuck in to see you again! Outcome... The result is..."

“……”

(End of chapter)