A girl's first kiss is always unforgettable, and Wen Ziling met the experienced Ximen Lang, which made her even more excited and obsessed. She hugged him back with her arms and warmly greeted him, but felt that her mind was blank.
Wen Ziling seemed to be a natural beauty. She knew the skills just after a few instructions from the other party. She performed very well, which made Ximen Lang excited. However, when the passionate kiss ended, she pushed the other party away hard and whispered: "Xiao Lang
, don’t be like this..."
After experiencing his senior sister's first kiss, Ximen Lang felt satisfied and pretended to be ashamed and whispered in a low voice: "Sister, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
"I don't blame you, actually I..." Wen Ziling hesitated and stopped.
"how?"
"There is destined to be no result between us, so don't start. Xiaolang, you are never allowed to do this to me again, okay?"
Ximenlang said anxiously: "Senior sister, I really like you."
"That's not okay. You promise me not to do this again. We are still good siblings. Otherwise, I will leave forever and never see you again."
She said these words very firmly, which made Ximen Lang very flustered and said hurriedly: "Senior sister, you must not do this. I promise you that I will not do this again in the future."
Wen Ziling in the darkness smiled bitterly, "This is my good brother, go to sleep quickly."
"Well, sister, you should sleep too."
The two of them were not talking, but they were not asleep. They were just lying quietly, both of them worried.
More than two hours later, Ximen Lang listened carefully and felt that his senior sister seemed to be asleep, so he lifted the quilt and got up, quietly passed over her body, went down to the ground and started to put on clothes, and tied the leather bag full of willow leaves and flying knives to his body.
.Then he walked to the small bedroom on the west side, opened the black lacquered cupboard, took out a crossbow and a bag containing thirty hunting arrows, and quietly walked out of the room.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse outside. Ximen Lang looked around and felt that the roof was the best hunting place. He took a few steps back and ran forward. He suddenly jumped into the air and rushed to the roof. The black tiles under his feet made a sound.
There was a soft click.
Trying to keep his pace as light as possible, Ximen Lang walked towards the north on the black tiles, passed the back of the house, leaned down and lurked on the north slope, as if waiting for a rabbit, waiting quietly, he was planning in his mind the murderer Li Pengfei
He and several members of the Shanhe Gang died in this courtyard. Zheng Shanhu will definitely not give up and will probably send more personnel to wash away the blood here.
Suddenly, there was a soft sound from behind, and a figure landed lightly next to Ximen Lang. He was startled, and he turned around, sat up, raised the crossbow in his hand, and asked in a low voice: "Who..."
The figure chuckled lightly and said, "Don't be nervous, it's me."
Only then did Ximen Lang see clearly that standing in front of him was Wen Ziling, who was blooming with tuberose. He asked in surprise: "Senior sister, why are you here? Aren't you sleeping?"
Wen Ziling smiled and said: "You made such a big noise on the roof. How could I sleep? So I came up to take a look. Why, you didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came to the roof to admire the moon?"
Ximenlang chuckled and said, "It's not about admiring the moon, it's about hunting. I calculated with my fingers that there will be many jackals, tigers and leopards coming to attack tonight, so I'm waiting on the roof to prepare for hunting."
Wen Ziling knew that the beasts he was talking about were the enemies. She snorted and said with some dissatisfaction: "Why don't you call me for such a fun thing as hunting? It's not fun to hide on the roof and play by yourself."
Ximen Lang said hurriedly: "Aren't I afraid of delaying your sleep? Since you're here, just stay here with me. I'm bored."
Wen Ziling said excitedly: "Okay." She looked at the crossbow in his hand and asked curiously: "Where did you get this thing?"
"I bought it before and it has been sitting idle here. I didn't expect it to come in handy today."
"Then take off the knife pouch and give it to me. I will kill a few vicious beasts in a while."
"That's good. With the help of senior sister, we can definitely kill all these beasts." Ximen Lang put down the crossbow in his hand, untied the knife bag tied to his body and handed it over.
Wen Ziling took it and tied it to her body, leaning over the ridge of the house. The two of them were lying in wait, looking forward, waiting for the beast to arrive.
A long time passed without even seeing a single person. Ximen Lang secretly wondered if he had made a mistake in his judgment. He yawned and said, "I'm so sleepy. I guess these guys won't come."
Wen Ziling responded with a smile: "Can you be patient? Don't be impatient. Hunting is not that easy."
"Why, have you ever hunted?"
"Of course, I killed a hyena myself when I was very young."
Ximenlang asked curiously: "There seems to be no such beast in country Z, right?"
"Well, I hadn't come to country Z yet at that time."
"Sister, I'm so sleepy!"
"Then you should sleep for a while first."
"Is it okay if I sleep on your pillow?"
"No, what will it look like?"
"But I can't sleep without a pillow. Sister, you can do it, okay?"
Wen Ziling hesitated for a moment, then said helplessly: "Oh, why do you look like a child? Well, I'll just let you sleep for a while."
Ximen Lang rested happily on his senior sister's soft body. After training for a hundred days and suffering from bone refining soup, he was tired and exhausted, and soon fell asleep.
I don't know how much time passed, but Wen Ziling's soft call came to my ears, "Xiao Lang, wake up quickly, those beasts are coming."
Ximenlang hurriedly opened his eyes, turned over in the courtyard and looked over. Under the pale moonlight, he saw many figures carrying various gleaming knives and climbing over the courtyard wall with great skill. There were as many as a hundred people. It seemed that
Zheng Shanhu was indeed angry and did not hesitate to send a large army of troops to come over to take the life of this thorn in his side.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ximen Lang's mouth, and he whispered: "Well done."
Seeing so many people coming to attack, Wen Ziling had a surprised look on her face, pulled out a willow leaf flying knife, and was about to throw it down.
Ximen Lang hurriedly stretched out his hand to block it, and whispered: "Don't be anxious, wait and talk."
Although Wen Ziling was a little confused, she still followed his suggestion and lowered her Qianqianyu hands.
Many members of the Shanhe Gang lurked towards the house in the grass that was half a man tall. Suddenly, someone screamed, "Ah..."
This shrill scream was particularly harsh in the silent night, as if he had seen a ghost.
As a result, the original sneak attack was no longer concealed, and a guy who looked like a leader cursed loudly: "Damn it, what the hell is your name? I'll chop you if you scare away the target..."
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a scream from beside him.