Snapped!
Heisha slapped Heifeng Tianzong's dirty hand off, and glared at Heifeng Tianzong: "Why did you promise me!"
"Huh? What did you promise?" Heifeng Tianzong started to act stupid.
"I made it clear before that it would only be once a month." There was a hint of blush on Heisha's pretty face.
Heifeng Tianzong blinked: "Isn't this a special situation? There will definitely be no chance if we enter the Blood Mist Valley. Now we have to practice."
Heifeng Tianzong suddenly pushed the black yarn and threw it on the thick felt blanket. He didn't care about the "struggle" of the black yarn and moved his hands up and down through the clothes.
At first, Heisha could barely tolerate Heifeng Tianzong's "intrusion" on her.
But as Heifeng Tianzong's hand became stronger and stronger, the clothes on the two of them became less and less.
Heisha's mouth gradually couldn't hold back anymore, and she began to gasp quietly.
Heifeng Tianzong lowered his head and held Heisha's lips in his mouth. Heisha groaned, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing in the tent...
…
outside the tent.
Long Xiaopang was still sitting beside the previous campfire, looking at the sky and paying attention to the changes in the weather.
With a thought, he felt what Heifeng Tianzong and Heisha were doing. Long Xiaopang shook his head slightly: "This little Hei, really, he doesn't know how to be gentler to girls..."
On the other side, the fat man was sitting on a tree branch, looking up at the stars, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a string of jade beads in the other.
This jade bead is of average color and of no use for cultivation. It is just the kind of bracelet sold by stalls on ordinary streets, bought for decoration.
The fat man rubbed the jade beads in his hands and took a sip of wine from time to time.
This bead was bought by Qing'er and given to the fat man when he and Qing'er were on the street.
His head was leaning against the tree trunk, and a glimmer of light flashed in the corner of the fat man's eyes.
"Fat man, come down and sit down for a while." Long Xiaopang finally stopped being in a daze.
The fat man shook his head, put away the wine bottle and jade beads in his hands, rubbed his fat face, and jumped down from the tree.
"Master Long." The fat man called, sitting by the bonfire with his face downcast.
"Fat man, are you worried?" Long Xiaopang asked.
"No." The fat man responded.
Fatty Long looked at Fatty: "You have a story."
"Huh?" The fat man raised his head.
"A person who looks cheerful on the outside has a story of his own in his heart, and..." Long Xiaopang smiled confidently: "Your technique is not from the Binglan Kingdom. If I feel right, it should be from a family in the Central Plains. Pass on the exercises.”
The fat man's expression became shocked: "Master Long, do you know?!"
"Don't look at me like that. I'm just bored and looking for someone to talk to. If you don't tell me, I will help you keep this secret." The smile on Long Xiaopang's face gradually narrowed: "As long as... you don't do anything harmful to my little sister. It’s a girl’s business!”
"No, the boss is very nice. I respect her." Fatty didn't mind the change in Long Xiaopang's attitude.
"With your family background and skills, how did you end up in this situation?" Long Xiaopang was a little curious.
Hearing this, the fat man smiled helplessly: "Master Long didn't fall into the Tianshan Mountains, I..."
"Ah!" Heisha interrupted the fat man with an unsuppressed exclamation.
Immediately afterwards, I heard vague conversations coming from Heisha and their tent.
"You are going to die, use so much force!"
"Shh, keep your voice down, master and the others will be disturbed later." Hei Fengtianzong's despicable voice reached Long Xiaopang's ears.
"You still... um~~"
Heisha's mouth was blocked by something, and the two people in the tent continued to hug each other deeply.