Looking at the bright smile of the woman in the mirror, Shen Lang suddenly felt that this matter seemed to be possible, and couldn't help but laugh.
However, Leng Yanji was not in a hurry to agree to his request for mutual pleasure and mutual benefit. She just shrugged her shoulders after arranging her hair and said: "My sleeping posture was not very good last night. I seemed to have a stiff neck and my shoulders were a little sore.
"
"Um..." Shen Lang was so smart that he naturally understood what she meant, but he did not frown or show any displeasure. He naturally stood behind her and gently massaged her shoulders.
Leng Yanji looked at Shen Lang's obedient look, and the smile on her face was even brighter than before, and she asked proudly: "Hey, what on earth do you think? I am your enemy. If I massage the enemy's shoulders, you won't
Do you feel ashamed?"
Shen Lang looked at the big red happy words on the wrist next to the mirror and said, "But you are also my wife, what should I be ashamed of?"
"Tch." Leng Yanji knew Shen Lang's true intention very well and continued: "But you said the night before yesterday that trading with the witch was very dangerous. Now you, the master of the Sunlight Sword, don't think I am dangerous anymore?"
"This is one moment and the other is that. At that time, I was just a prisoner in Buzhou Mountain. What is the difference between Buzhou Mountain and my backyard now?" Shen Lang said with a smile: "Besides, you should know that I have never been a standard monk.
I don’t have any obsession that good and evil are incompatible. Besides, the demon bone has always been in my body. If I am really hostile to the devil, wouldn’t I be hostile to myself?"
"Are you trying to reassure me?" Leng Yanji asked.
Shen Lang said: "No, I'm just telling the truth."
"After all that, you still want the Devil's Heart Pill?" Leng Yanji didn't believe Shen Lang's words at all. Instead, she showed a sly smile and said, "But the more you want it, the less I will give it to you."
"Then you don't need Haoran's Heavenly Finger to dissolve the cold in your blood?" Shen Lang asked.
"I admit that feeling is very beautiful and comfortable." Leng Yanji said with a heart: "But, I have survived all these years, and I can still survive it even if you don't need Haoran Yutianzhi to help me in the future. So.
, I’m not too curious about your ability.”
Shen Lang's movements on his hands paused for a moment, thinking that this was indeed a cruel woman. Not only was she cruel to others, she was also so cruel to herself. She was really a difficult person to deal with.
Leng Yanji looked at Shen Lang's helpless expression through the mirror, but the smile on her face was even more proud.
Shen Lang looked at her proud expression, and after thinking about it seriously, the awe-inspiring energy in his body suddenly condensed on his fingertips. Since Leng Yanji didn't care about it, he wanted Leng Yanji to care about it, and since Leng Yanji was unwilling to agree to him now
request, then he would give Leng Yanji some benefits for free.
Because Shen Lang, who had grown up in hardship since childhood, understood a truth very deeply.
That principle is: From simplicity to luxury, go from luxury to simplicity.
If a poor person has never made a fortune, he can endure the cold weather and the feeling of hunger, and he can continue to live even if his life is unsatisfactory.
But if you make him a rich man, let him have a group of wives and concubines, let him have good clothes and food, let him enjoy all the glory, and then suddenly make him a poor man with nothing, this result will be difficult for people to accept, and many people would rather commit suicide.
None of them want to accept this fact.
Man can endure poverty, as long as he has never been rich.
Man could have endured the darkness if he had never seen the light...
What Shen Lang has to do now is to let Leng Yanji, who has endured the cold for decades, enjoy the feeling of warmth more, and even let her adapt to the feeling of warmth.
But when Leng Yanji got used to the warmth and he stopped helping Leng Yanji...
"Hmph! I don't know who will beg whom and who will conquer whom." With this thought in his mind, Shen Lang unleashed his awe-inspiring energy without hesitation and tried his best to let her enjoy the journey of conquering the witch.
Keep moving forward.
The powerful pressure of the five fingers combined with the peaceful Qi of Haoran made Leng Yanji couldn't help but let out a comfortable hum, and once again immersed herself in the same comfortable feeling as last night.
In the process of enjoying this, there was actually a trace of struggle and hesitation in her heart. Because she had realized that this might be a gentle trap. If Shen Lang hadn't taken the magic heart pill, she would have been alert enough.
If so, he would definitely suppress his desire to enjoy it.
However, Shen Lang has already taken the Devil's Heart Pill and will be controlled by her in the future. Even if she doesn't enjoy it now, she will still give Shen Lang the Devil's Heart Pill in the future.
So what reason does she have for not enjoying it?
Thinking of this, Leng Yanji completely let down her guard and said with a smile: "You are quite smart. You have learned to take the initiative to please me so quickly. If you are as good as you are today every day in the future, making me comfortable and happy, the devil will
It doesn’t hurt if I give you some more heart elixirs.”
After saying this, Leng Yanji no longer wanted to speak, because the feeling at this time was too wonderful, as if every word she said would disturb that beautiful feeling, so she simply closed her eyes slightly, her body as soft as
He relaxed completely like a boneless person and leaned gently on Shen Lang behind him.
If she hadn't really wanted to move at this moment, she would have walked to the bed, lay down comfortably on the bed, and asked Shen Lang to give her a full-body massage.
Shen Lang looked at her who was completely relaxed and unsuspecting, and looked at the innocent smile on her little face at this moment, but he was a little dazed.
On this day, she rarely wore a black skirt or a black robe. Instead, she wore a green skirt. Naturally, her temperament was less cold than in the past and more charming.
Elegant and generous. Her long black hair, like a waterfall, was not scattered on her shoulders, nor was it randomly tied behind her head. Instead, it was meticulously tied up and formed into a sideburn.
Moreover, it was not the common hairstyles of girls such as small bun, double bun, double bun or ring bun. There were no flowers or beads inserted next to the bun. Instead, the long hair was tied up, with hairpins inserted into the bun.
A red thread is tied around the bun, which means that the person is bound to the body and the heart belongs to someone. From then on, he will live in the boudoir without contact with other men.
That was actually the way a woman would wear her hair after she got married. Whether Shen Lang admitted it or not, Leng Yanji's hair style was specially made for him. The red line on her temples was like the moon in the legend.
The old red thread has already entangled the two people together...
Shen Lang looked at the red thread and unknowingly felt a real sense of tenderness in his heart. He couldn't help but think of the innocent and touching smile that Leng Yanji showed when she first returned to Buzhou Mountain. He thought to himself: In fact, if we put aside their respective positions,
She may not be a bad person... If she didn't have to go to great lengths to deal with me, why should I deal with her in such a cunning way?
But he didn't know that Leng Yanji, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, was also thinking in her heart: If this naughty and hurtful boy is not an emperor and has nothing to do with the righteous way, but is just the Holy Son of the Demonic Way, what will happen to me?
Why bother to deal with him? Besides, marrying such a person and enjoying his gentle treatment every day, this little life is really wonderful."
However, God always likes to joke with people. Yue Lao irresponsibly tied a red thread, but God also set up a gap between him and her. Who can know where fate will go?