Listening to Chen Pipi's eloquent talk, Shen Lang was speechless...
He had already made the decision on whether or not to pursue Lin Yue'er. Why did Chen Pipi need to say more?
However, in the past, he was just a libertine who was extremely downcast in the mortal world. He had undoubtedly few opportunities to interact with women, and he never thought that one day he would be like a powerful man, living a comfortable life of being drunk on the knees of beautiful women. More
He had never thought about what kind of living situation and feeling it would be like to live with three or five wives together. Therefore, he was a little confused and a little worried...
"Pippi, I'm not asking you this." Shen Lang said.
"That's not what you're asking? Then what else do you want to ask?" Chen Pipi asked.
"Didn't I ask clearly enough just now? What kind of living conditions do those people with three wives and four concubines live in?" Shen Lang looked at the rippling water in the wine glass, looked at his own reflection in the water, and felt a little confused in his heart.
: "They are all such excellent, affectionate and infatuated girls. In this indifferent world, it would be great luck for such a girl to meet one. But if she happens to meet several of them by some unpredictable chance,
All of them happened..."
Shen Lang was looking at something that happened between a certain cave and Lin Yue'er, and thinking about something that happened in bed last night. Even though he was slightly drunk, he still couldn't tell those things.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Chen Pipi asked.
The east wind came slowly. Shen Lang looked at the branches swaying in the east wind and laughed at himself: "I just want to know how to get along with so many people living together? Those big shots in the world who have three wives and four concubines, or romantic people
How do the dashing geniuses face these things? Do wives of all sizes get jealous every day and have fires in the backyard? If so, how can we avoid such problems?"
"This question..." Chen Pipi was immediately embarrassed. She never expected that Shen Lang, who was almost an idiot in terms of relationships, could ask such a high-end question. She thought, "How should three wives and four concubines get along with each other? This
Damn it, how could I know? I’m just a wife, how could I possibly know?"
Although he was thinking so in his heart, how could Chen Pipi, who always loved face so much, say that he didn't know? If he directly said that he didn't know, where would he put the face of the most handsome kid in the Northern Territory?
"Ahem!" Chen Pipi cleared his throat and said in a pretentious tone: "You want three wives and four concubines to sleep together, and you also want a family to be happy and beautiful? Why don't you dream?"
"Is this difficult? But there is no contradiction in being happy and sleeping together." Shen Lang thought about the happy life that the five of them had built in Bihu Xiao from today, with a trace of fantasy in his heart.
"Is it difficult?" Chen Pipi stared at Shen Lang as if he were looking at an idiot: "Let me tell you this, woman! In this world, you may be able to find some women who don't eat, but you can find some who are not jealous.
There are no women! So, just be prepared for a fire in the backyard!"
After leaving these words, Chen Pipi was afraid that Shen Lang would ask some strange questions to stump him, so he irresponsibly supported Zhou Shushu and slipped away.
"Uh..." Shen Lang was speechless for a long time, thinking about the scene of the fire in the backyard and the jealousy between Fairy Yue'er and Sister Xia.
But for some reason, he just felt that the picture was very unreal. Because he really couldn't imagine the elegant and quiet Xia Qianye looking like when she was jealous. It seemed like such a perfect woman would never be jealous. At the same time, he couldn't imagine it either. What will the very nervous Xia Xiaoniu look like? As for Lin Yue'er, this Kunlun fairy who does whatever she says...
Silently thinking about these messy questions, Shen Romantic walked on the way home carelessly. He didn't know how long he had been walking, but at this moment, a black shadow suddenly emerged from the forest.
"Eh, Zhang Licheng?" Shen Lang felt a little annoyed, but not panicked.
A month ago, he was just a guest temporarily staying in Juxian Villa, not a disciple of Qingyun. At that time, Zhang Licheng might have dared to kill him. Now he is not only a disciple of Qingyun, but also a genius talisman master and the descendant of the fairy. .Even a big shot like Master Chi Xiao would not dare to deal with him openly. Of course Zhang Licheng would not dare to do anything to him.
And the reason why he was upset was obviously because this guy disrupted his original thoughts.
"Hey, I've been waiting for Mr. Shen for a long time." Zhang Licheng said with a smile: "Now that Mr. Shen has finished drinking, you don't mind saying a few more words to me, right?"
"The ghost lingers." Shen Lang frowned and said: "The spiritual garden is my territory. Master Chixiao once said personally that no one from Chixiao Peak will ever step into the spiritual garden again. Zhang Licheng, you trespass on the spiritual garden without permission. Are you afraid of being punished?"
"Haha, the peak master's uncle did say that people from Chixiao Peak are not allowed to enter the spiritual garden in the future." Zhang Licheng chuckled and said, "But now I am not a human either."
Shen Lang was slightly startled, almost angry, and thought to himself that he had seen shameless people before, but this was the first time he was so shameless as to scold himself. So he couldn't help but joked: "No. Man, is it possible that you can still be a dog? If you bark twice first, maybe I will just treat you as a dog and not care about you trespassing in the cemetery."
Zhang Licheng's face turned red and he shouted angrily: "I am a puppet now. Of course I am not a human being! I am not a dog either!"
"Puppet body?" Shen Lang then noticed that the aura on Zhang Licheng's body was extremely weak at this time. This may be because his puppet was of such a low level, not to mention that it was not the same as the golden elixir-level figure in Bihu Xiaozhu. Comparing the puppets, even compared to Xia Xiaoniu's puppets, they are several levels behind.
Xia Xiaoniu's puppet body has at least the strength of the fifth level of true spirit. But Zhang Licheng's puppet body only has the strength of the fifth level of Qi refining. It is obviously the worst and most useless kind of puppet. This Such an existence, Shen Lang could kill a bunch of them with just a slap.
"You are really a puppet. I didn't expect you to do such a thing like taking off your pants and farting. You are really smart. From this point of view, you really haven't disobeyed Master Chixiao's order." Shen Lang laughed. road.
Zhang Licheng's smile was a little proud, as if he felt that he was indeed quite smart. But before his smile could bloom on his face, his expression changed again, because he saw Shen Lang suddenly take out an iron whip.
It was an iron whip that he was very familiar with. Zhang Licheng clearly remembered that there were thirty-two barbs on the iron whip. It was made of black tungsten black iron and was extremely sharp. He had used this whip to kill those who trespassed in the cemetery. The young disciple was beaten until his skin and flesh were torn.
"You didn't disobey the agreement made by Master Chixiao, and he won't cause trouble for you." Shen Lang thought about the thirty lashes Zhou Shushu had received, and the things that bothered him, and naturally regarded Zhang Licheng as a
A punching bag: "But this is my cemetery. No matter you are a human, a dog or a puppet, as long as you break in, I will hold you accountable, so..."
"You...do you want to..." Zhang Licheng seemed to understand something, his expression was full of anger. "Shen Lang! Don't mess around! I am the elder of Chixiao Peak. How dare you hit me and tear me apart completely?
Losing face? And I can tell you, I am here today..."
Snap...
Halfway through his words, Shen Lang raised the iron whip in his hand and struck Zhang Licheng's face mercilessly, leaving a ferocious blood mark on his usually domineering and majestic face...