"You, you, you, no, no, you heard it wrong, you must have auditory hallucinations in your ears, how can I do it!"
Yue Wushuang blushed, spoke incoherently, and at a loss what to do, swayed left and right, trying to hide her heart.
"Where? I have no problem with my ears."
Luo Xingchen leaped forward, hugged Yue Wushuang's jade body tightly, smelling a fragrance that never faded, unscrupulously, put his hand into Yue Wushuang's chest, wandering freely, Yue Wushuang's body was like an electric shock. Trembling.
"Stop! Stop... Don't... Uh-stop... Um..."
Luo Xingchen held her, stood up to the secret corner of the Dandian, and kissed every inch of her skin wantonly.
Yue Wushuang's arms were so warm and powerful, like a horned dragon, that she couldn't lift her strength at all.
Her gaze, from struggling to resist, becoming blurred, falling into...
"Dangdang!"
The crisp sound of a brass gong interrupted the movements of the two of them.
Then I heard the gong hit the ground with a bang.
Luo Xingchen quickly let go, turned around and turned around in a hurry, Yue Wushuang was frightened, tidying up his clothes, and staring at the person in front of him blankly.
"small… "
"Mother... I want my mother, I want my father—"
Little Buddy, who was less than three feet tall, slipped here without knowing when he came here. He was looking at the two of them with a dazed and aggrieved look. The toy gongs and drums in his hands also fell to the ground.
"Uh!"
Luo Xingchen looked embarrassed, as if he had done something wrong.
"Eh, where's mother?"
Xiao Long Ling pursed his lips, tears flickering, and his pitiful appearance aroused people's pity.
"Wow wow... I want my mother, wow wow—"
Long Ling was howling and crying, lying on the ground and leaning on his head, began to splatter and roll, crying heart-piercingly, stinging his soul.
Yue Wushuang kicked Luo Xingchen viciously, and said in a deep voice, "I blame you! Look, what should I do if the child is scared?"
Luo Xingchen's mouth twitched, and there was nothing to say.
Long Ling was crying and he was almost crazy.
"Lingling... Lingling don't cry, come, hug and hug!"
Yue Wushuang picked up Long Ling in the past, speaking softly like water, maternal instinct, and her heart trembling.
She worked hard to appease the little bit, doing her best, and feeling in her heart. It's really not easy to be a mother.
These days, she has already learned about Long Ling's tragic life. This is definitely a hard-fought baby. Her mother missed her and left her, and her father also made up his mind, reluctantly cut his love and passed away.
If she was placed in the desolate and human prisoner dragon world, she would be starved to death sooner or later.
Hugging Long Ling, Long Ling's cry gradually turned into a choke.
The two-and-a-half-year-old child still has memories. Deep in the memory, of course she remembers who raised her and alienating outsiders is normal.
If you see everyone throwing your arms around, then there is a problem.
At this moment, Luo Xingchen stretched out his hand and pressed it on Long Ling's head, releasing an extremely warm mood.
"Lingling, father and mother are all here, this is your home, you have to learn to survive! Two and a half years old, not too young, in the future, don't just eat milk, in the wilderness, the soil is barren, maybe you can't find it Something that allows you to eat, here, if you want to eat dragon meat and drink phoenix blood, I can also find it for you.
Remember, everyone here will love you very much! I am your father, she is your mother! We are your relatives. "
Long Ling gradually stopped crying, stopped venting, and continued to sob, but his eyes were full of confusion.
Perhaps, at a young age, she still doesn't quite understand it.
Not counting Qin Lang's bastard, Luo Xingchen has also taken in two children up to now. The first one, which looks like a three-year-old child, is actually an unimaginable cunning, mature mind, pretending to be crazy and stupid.
Lingling is really a ignorant and ignorant child.
Although very ignorant, since he stopped crying, it proved that Luo Xingchen's words worked.
Yue Wushuang sang the sound of fairy rhyme softly, coaxing her to sleep.
Luo Xingchen sat in front of Yue Wufang, two pairs of eyes, smiling at each other...
It was dusk in the sky above the school grounds, and everyone else had left, and there were two young boys each holding a sword and fighting each other.
With gauze wrapped around his head, Qin Lang ran over, shrank in a corner, looked around, and saw that there was nothing unusual. Then he relaxed, and touched his painful face, his entire face was swollen. The same as a pig's head.
"Wh-wicked lady, wait for me! When I grow up, I will hang you up and fight every day!"
He was still very curious, and couldn't help but come to see these extremely funny duels in his eyes.
"It sucks! Flaws, flaws, flaws all over! It's your trash that blocked the demon race's path. No wonder you have several times the number of demon races, and you can't beat them!"
The more Qin Lang thought about it, the more resentful he became. He was brought here, saying that he had no bounds on his love, but he was abused.
Thinking of this, he couldn't bear it!
Ever since, Qin Lang, who was wrapped in gauze, rushed forward to taunt even if he was scarred.
"You trash—"
A curse, like the roar of a wild beast, shows how much resentment has accumulated in Qin Lang's heart.
"Look at the trick... Uh!" One of the teenagers heard thunderous irony just as he was about to rush up to fight again while holding a sword!
Suddenly, the two of them turned their heads and frowned.
"Hey! What did you say?"
This first teenager was fourteen years old, two years older than Qin Lang.
He couldn't help but shouted coldly and was scolded. This was a natural reaction.
"Hey! Didn't you hear clearly? Xiaoye repeats it again, I said, you trash! Trash! Idiot! Stupid!"
Qin Lang stomped his feet as he spoke, kicking out a few cracks on the flat ground.
"Uh, uh... I said—brother, look at you, who was beaten like this? Are you okay when you are idle, why are you scolding us?"
They all looked at Qin Lang carefully with weird looks, especially when they were attracted by Qin Lang's pig-headed face.
It's all like this, and you're still licking your mouth. Could it be the best
"Haha! Judging people by their appearance! Don't look at me like this! I still challenge your group!"
Qin Lang has a high morale, since he was young, he has hardly ever shot.
When I was young, I was too young, eight or nine years old, at such an age, there is no need at all.
This is so, he still has the confidence.
These words angered the two young men even more, their fighting spirit burned and blood boiled.
"If you speak madly, then you have to see how good you are!"
"Let's go together, no one is here now, and it's not ashamed to lose."
Qin Lang, who was like a zongzi, curled the corner of his mouth, staying on the spot, waiting contemptuously for the two teenagers to attack him.
"Huh! One is enough!"
After saying that, one of them rushed, the hilt of the sword whirled, and the body jumped out, causing a cold wind, and the sword energy shot three to five feet. His speed was very fast and his agility was perfect. He was basically able to kill in seconds. The same realm.
Just when he was about to approach Qin Lang, the tip of the sword mediated, a move that the flying dragon was in the sky, leaning back and stabbing, the moves were very stunning and fancy.
Qin Lang stayed on the spot, his eyes were sharp, letting the sword pierce him, he finally moved, like a gust of wind, he leaned over and patted the boy's abdomen with his palm!
"Boom!"
Hearing a muffled sound, the opponent was clearly in the same realm as him, but he was beaten to vomit blood and flew upside down. The sword also flew higher, the fallen leaves were falling, and he landed with a "ding-dong".
Suddenly, the remaining young man with a sword was dumbfounded.
"What is your technique?"
He was dumbfounded and could only ask this sentence from his heart.
A hint of contempt was outlined at the corner of Qin Lang's mouth.
"You are mentally retarded!"
He downplayed and said casually.
"Uh!"
"What else can you do, I can tell you, it's nothing! You have to choose a name for me, it's empty-handed!"
Qin Lang held his head high, full of arrogance, his talent seemed to be born in his first battle, he was the proud son of heaven!
Random moves, follow your heart, don't care about so many, this is free and easy.
"Huh! I haven't fallen yet! The sword kills the lunatic!"
The young man has also experienced blood grind and killed many fierce Level 3 spirit beasts. He quickly returned to normal and swept away with a knife. The sword was powerful, like a broken bamboo, cutting out two zhang knife shadows, as a smart move. Circumstances, this is quite remarkable.
His footsteps stomped wildly, a crack was also stepped on the ground, and the fierce and domineering sword force slashed out at a rapid electric speed.
Qin Lang’s eyes were cold, a thunder flower in his hand blossomed, and he waved it out. The thunder flower collided with the knife shadow, and the knife shadow shattered. The thunder flower continued to sweep, hitting the body of the young man. His body trembled suddenly and couldn’t help but tremble. The strength was taken away by a trace, kneeling on the ground, it was so difficult to look up.
"Lei Dao... Thunder... Ah!"
"Puff..." In a blink of an eye, he also vomited a mouthful of blood, passed out directly, and was seriously injured.
"Just your trash, what can you do?"
Qin Lang turned around disdainfully and left.
When the sun was setting, it was late, looking up at the moon, he was a little lonely.
"Where should I belong? The demons are too vicious, and the human races are like bullying with less waste, and their strengths are so uneven.
It’s boring to practice. If it wasn’t for seeing my mother again, I wouldn’t be too lazy to practice. Since my mother gave birth to me, she has disappeared..."
Qin Lang was at a river in the moonlight, looking at the reflection in the water, thinking very much.
As far as he can remember, when he was about one or two years old, his mother died, and he asked his father, but his father never answered.
The loss of my mother may be a mystery.
He only knew that he had an overbearing and mighty father, but he didn't know who his mother was. He was also a child who lacked motherly love, and it was not easy for him to have no shadow in his heart.
"Ugh… "
Touching his face, he began to abuse Luo Xingchen again. He used to live so unrestrainedly in the Demon Race. Here, he became a prisoner in an instant!
Reverse life, sadness urges life, when will it end
"Boy, what are you doing. Dinner is ready, go back to eat."
A masculine voice came, and Qin Lang looked back, this young man, he had seen him, wasn't he the elder brother of the lunatic woman
Qin Lang was taken aback, feeling very surprised, Li Dong's temper was much better than Li Xuan's, it was not like his own.
"Not in the mood, I don't want to eat."
Qin Lang whispered, his tone was frustrated, and his thoughts were serious.
"Your head—who did it?"
Li Dong looked at Qin Lang's head like a dumpling in surprise, it was really miserable!
When Qin Lang heard these words, his heart was in tears. He opened his mouth and just wanted to say something, your sister's handwriting!
Li Dong said: "If you want to talk but stop, speak straight! Who dares to bully you, I will beat him!"
Qin Lang didn't dare to speak anymore, he was afraid that Li Dong was a hypocrite, smiling tiger, if Li Dong protect the calf, wouldn't he be finished
The demons are different from the human races. The demons do bad things upright, and the human race makes you look warm and mean in your heart!
"Nothing... I accidentally hurt myself."
Qin Lang was stubborn and unyielding, bowed his head and said.
Li Dong curled his lips, hugged his arms, and shook his head.
Is it a lie, can Li Dong fail to understand? The experience of the two is different after all.