The giant python suddenly opened its mouth and ran towards Lang Shuoyang and bit him down. Fortunately, Lang Shuoyang was quick and rolled over the sofa. He jumped again and reached the door. When he looked back at the giant python, he didn't chase him. He just rolled on the ground.
The furniture was smashed to pieces.
Seeing this scene, Lang Shuoyang couldn't bear it and asked: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you pee? Why did it become like this? Could it be that you ate too much in the hotel just now?" When he mentioned eating, he suddenly had an idea.
Now: "Did you eat that jade pendant?"
The giant python was rolling on the ground, and no one could hear what he was saying. At this time, even Wanrou upstairs was awakened, lying on the stairs and asked: "Is it an earthquake?"
Lang Shuoyang was afraid that she would be scared, so he shouted: "Go back to the room quickly, Miffel and I are competing in martial arts, no peeking!"
Wanrou said angrily: "Whoever likes to peek at you, please keep your voice down!"
Wanrou did not go downstairs. At this time, the giant python was much quieter. It lay motionless on the ground and just gasped with its mouth open.
Lang Shuoyang slowly approached, and saw that the python's head gradually changed, and gradually grew soft and long hair, and turned back to Miffel's appearance. She was still so beautiful, but her face was pale, and there was sweat on her face, as if she had taken off her hair.
The force is the same.
The body of the python is still changing, with rounded shoulders, a pair of towering legs, and a slender waist. Further down, it gradually separates into two branches. Below the groin, a pair of slender jade legs appear, completely changing back to the touch of the little witch Miffel.
Just like that, except that the clothes on his body were nowhere to be seen.
Miffel was lying on the ground sweating constantly, her hair stuck to her face, and her eyes were extremely weak.
Lang Shuoyang squatted in front of her and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Stop...nonsense, the ground is so cold...carry me...to the sofa..." Miffel couldn't even muster the strength to speak, and she said one sentence for a long time.
Lang Shuoyang looked at her naked body and hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand and carried her onto the sofa. He pulled the curtain on the back of the sofa to cover her vital parts, and then poured her a glass of water.
Miffel calmed down for a while, then regained some strength, and said with a smile: "It didn't scare you, did it?"
Lang Shuoyang nodded: "I was scared."
Miffel said: "Maybe it's because the jade pendant hasn't been washed. I had a severe stomachache just now, but it's much better now."
"Maybe so. You must wash yourself next time you eat." The two looked at each other and smiled. Miffel stretched out her hand, and Lang Shuoyang held her hand. He felt that her hand was cold, so he moved his true energy and gradually injected it into her body.
Miffel felt a warm current coming, which was extremely helpful. She closed her eyes, stretched her limbs, and enjoyed Lang Shuoyang's energy massage all over her body.
After a while, Miffel closed her eyes and fell asleep. At this time, Wanrou came down rubbing her eyes. She was shocked when she saw the mess in the room. Then she looked at Miffel who was lying on the sofa with only a curtain covering her chest and abdomen.
Fei'er was even more shocked and asked Lang Shuoyang: "You guys want to compete in martial arts, don't you need to make the house such a mess? And... you don't need to lose all your clothes... to compete, right?"
Lang Shuoyang let go of the sleeping Miffel's hand, stood up, and said softly: "She just went crazy. Don't disturb her. Let's go upstairs."
Wanrou asked: "What are you doing upstairs?"
"We have something to discuss." After finishing speaking, Lang Shuoyang went upstairs.
Wanrou followed and asked, "What's so mysterious?"
Lang Shuoyang thought for a moment, made up his mind, and asked: "Wanrou, I have something to ask you, but I don't mean any harm."
Wanrou smiled: "Why are you so polite all of a sudden? Just say it."
Lang Shuoyang stammered and asked: "I want to ask you...are you a virgin?"
He was so embarrassed to say this that he didn't even dare to look at Wanrou's face. After he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing past him, and a crisp slap hit his face with a "pop" sound.
"Why did you hit me?" Lang Shuoyang asked, covering his face.
"Dirty!" Wanrou's face turned purple.
"I just want some of your urine!" Lang Shuoyang was very innocent. He thought about his words for a long time before speaking, but he still got beaten.
"Shameless!" Wanrou said two more words to him, turned around and entered the bedroom, closed the door with a bang, leaned against the door, covering her chest with her hands, feeling her little heart beating wildly, and she was very panicked.
Lang Shuoyang covered his face and went back downstairs, sitting next to Miffel, waiting for her to wake up. After a while, Miffel stretched out, and the small curtain on her body almost fell down, and two peach blossoms were exposed.
, Lang Shuoyang quickly helped her cover it.
Miffel blushed and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Can you go get me some clothes?"
Lang Shuoyang got up and went upstairs. Since Wanrou came to live, Miffel has been living in Sister Jing's practice room. Lang Shuoyang used to set up a bed in the building.
Lang Shuoyang was looking for clothes while she was saluting. Suddenly a small box fell out of the box. He opened it and saw two silver needles inside. He was familiar with these needles. They were used by Sister Zixuan for acupuncture treatment.
I don’t know why Miffel has this thing in her luggage, and she always picks up important things when she comes out of the house. She has two needles, and she doesn’t know acupuncture, so she doesn’t know what to use them for.
He picked out a short one-piece skirt and was about to go down. After hesitating, he picked up another set of underwear and wrapped it in the skirt. Then he went downstairs and handed it to Miffel. He excused himself to go to the toilet and avoided it.
After tidying up the messy toilet, he came out. Miffel had already put on a skirt and was sitting there shyly. Her expression was so unfamiliar that Lang Shuoyang was not used to it.
Lang Shuoyang came over and sat next to her and asked, "Are you feeling better now?"
"Well, okay, thank you very much just now!"
"I told you you're welcome."
The two of them had never been so polite since they met. Lang Shuoyang felt that Miffel seemed like a different person, so he tentatively said: "Aren't we going to meet Guo Mingjing tomorrow?" Miffel asked: "
So what?”
"I want to use your piss..."
"Nothing serious!" Miffel said angrily.
"No, what I want to say is, are you... a virgin...?"
Miffy stood up and walked upstairs: "Are you swearing?"
Lang Shuoyang finally spoke again. How could he let Miffel shut the door on him again like Wanrou? He jumped up the stairs and stopped Miffel: "Can you just listen to what I say?"
"Okay, tell me!" After all, she is a little witch, not as shy as Wanrou.
Only then did Lang Shuoyang have the opportunity to elaborate: "It is recorded in Hunyuan Dafa that mixing the urine of virgins with the urine of virgins will greatly reduce the evil magic power, so I want to use Guo Mingjing to get close to the head-down master pretending to be his son.
With this convenient condition, the mixed urine of male and female children mixed with yin and yang is added to his bathtub, allowing him to come into contact with it every day. In this way, his magical power will definitely weaken. When the time comes, we can take him down in one fell swoop, wouldn't it?