So if Shen Lang really did something to Leng Yanji last night, and became married to her, then the next day, would Leng Yanji kick him to cut off his children? Or would she kiss him gently, and then
Are you willing to be a little wife by leaning on his shoulder?
Shen Lang felt that this sentence seemed to be full of temptation, because in his opinion, if Leng Yanji was very disgusted with him, she would never say this to him.
Since Leng Yanji specifically said these words, she seemed to be hinting that he could be more bold and bold.
However, when Shen Lang looked at Leng Yanji's familiar little tiger fangs when she smiled, he suddenly felt a little unsure. Because Leng Yanji was not an ordinary woman at all, and he could not use common sense to speculate on her thoughts.
For example, when she laughs, she may be really laughing, or she may be on the verge of getting angry, which is always difficult to understand.
And it is precisely because of her incomprehensible nature, the coexistence of temptation and danger, that she has a unique charm that makes people want to get close, but they must always be vigilant.
Suddenly, Shen Lang couldn't help but think of the metaphor he made when he met Leng Yanji in Ye Qiongyuan.
She is just like a thorny rose, with bright and attractive colors blooming all over her body, but if you really want to get close to pick it, you will most likely be bruised by the thorns on her body...
And just when he was thinking about all this, Leng Yanji had tied up her hair again and walked out of the room, leaving only a scent of fragrance that made people linger, and they couldn't help but secretly hate the incomprehensible style last night.
Shen Lang shook his head and walked out of the room. Only then did he realize that the sun had already risen very high, and Du Er Shura and Kui Wu Shura had long disappeared. They must not have wanted to disturb him and Leng Yanji.
, so the troops were divided into two groups and went to Jiangning City and Nansha City first.
After a hurried breakfast, Shen Lang calmed down and said to Leng Yanji: "Let's go. According to the original plan, we will go directly to Haiyu City and then meet them near Yushan Mountain."
Leng Yanji nodded, but instead of flying with Shen Lang's sword, she opened her arms and waited for him to come over.
"What are you doing?" Shen Lang looked at her doubtfully.
"Waiting for you to carry me and fly." Leng Yanji said.
"Have you made a mistake? My cultivation is limited and my true energy is not strong enough. I am not good at traveling long distances and flying with a sword." Shen Lang looked at the map and said: "It is at least five thousand miles from Xianyu Town to Yushan.
Do you want to die from exhaustion?"
Leng Yanji said: "Then I'm even worse at it. Didn't you notice? Last night you sealed the devil's energy and it hasn't recovered yet?"
"Um..." Shen Lang helped Leng Yanji check her pulse with some disbelief. Sure enough, he found that the Haoran Qi still existed in her body. He couldn't help but said in confusion: "It seems to be a little weaker. You can't forcefully break through the sealed body."
Acupuncture points?"
"Don't you know, the Haoran Qi seems to have a restraining effect on me, and I don't dare to forcefully open those acupuncture points." Leng Yanji looked soft and weak.
"I believe you, you idiot." Shen Lang shook his head. He couldn't believe that a powerful witch could be dealt with so easily, without any resistance.
Leng Yanji said shamelessly: "I don't care anyway. It was all your fault last night. You must be responsible for it. Now that I can't fly, you have to carry me on your back."
"I..." Shen Lang was speechless, and he couldn't be sure whether Leng Yanji was really unable to recover for the time being, or whether she was deliberately playing tricks on him. After thinking for a moment, he said helplessly: "I really admire you, Xian Zai I will fly with you for a while, and when your cultivation level recovers, you will be the one to fly with me."
Hearing this, Leng Yanji happily grabbed Shen Lang's neck and jumped on his back, with a smile like victory on her face.
Shen Lang was helpless, and suddenly discovered that when Leng Yanji was strong, he could often find ways to get some advantages from her. However, when she was weak and trusted him very much, he lost completely and had nothing to do with her. Half a solution...
"That's it...this little girl isn't heavy anyway." With this thought in his mind, Shen Lang made a casual gesture, took out an ordinary flying sword, and carried Leng Yanji across the sky and left Xianyu Town.
In terms of cultivation, Shen Lang has reached the Demonic Cultivation Nether Lotus Realm for a long time, and his demonic energy is actually quite strong. However, there are undoubtedly more righteous monks on the mainland. If he uses demonic energy to fly with a sword, it would be too ostentatious.
Moreover, not only does he look arrogant when using magic energy, he also looks arrogant when flying with a fairy sword. In order to cause many unnecessary troubles, he can only keep a low profile.
And in this case, with his cultivation of the sixth level of true spirit in terms of righteousness, and supplemented by an ordinary high-grade spiritual weapon to fly, that kind of speed can't really be called lightning speed. More importantly, his The staying power is a bit lacking.
I recall that when Kuiwu Shura drove a flying sword for seven days and seven nights without even taking a breath, Shen Lang only lasted half a day. After walking less than a thousand miles, he was out of breath and exhausted.
Leng Yanji, however, lay gently on his back, looking carefree and at ease.
Shen Lang was furious, and in order to avoid falling off the cloud due to exhaustion, he had no choice but to press the cloud head in advance and land on an ancient trail in the forest.
"You won't die so soon, right?" Leng Yanji wiped his sweat with a handkerchief and encouraged him softly: "You have to work hard, I believe you won't let me down."
"Don't do this...don't do this." Shen Lang put her on the ground, looked at the sun above his head and panted: "Even if an old cow plows the land, or a horse has to travel a long distance, it still needs some food. Something, I’m hungry.”
"It turns out it's already noon." Leng Yanji looked ahead and said, "When you landed from the sky just now, I saw there seemed to be a posthouse not far ahead."
"Really?" Shen Lang reluctantly cheered up, and after walking with her for more than ten miles, he saw a post house, so he ate two bowls of Yangchun noodles there.
At this time, the sun at noon was very fierce, but the wind blowing into the thatched pavilion was very cool, making people feel very comfortable.
Shen Lang leaned on a pillar, feeling the pleasant feeling of the cool breeze blowing on his face. He half-closed his eyes to rest comfortably. He didn't want to continue on his way, so he asked Leng Yanji: "Half a day has passed, you should have recovered." .”
Leng Yanji put down the noodle bowl, blinked at him, and said in a delicate voice: "No, I have to rely on my husband to take care of me from now on."
"I'll choke you! What a sin!" Shen Lang couldn't help but sigh, deeply feeling that Leng Yanji deliberately sealed sixteen acupoints last night. This was simply a gentle trap.
While Shen Lang was whining and sighing, the horses in the stables of the posthouse suddenly snorted and lay on the ground tiredly...