Lang Shuoyang saw that he was in the middle of the pool, with the sun shining brightly above his head. The pool was not big, with a radius of dozens of meters, and the mist on the water surface made it difficult to see very far.
He vaguely saw someone lying on the edge of the pool. He hurriedly paddled over and climbed onto the shore to take a look. He didn't even need to look at his face, but just by looking at his clothes, he knew that this was a little Taoist nun.
I saw that the water had pushed her robe above her waist, and her thin pants were soaked through by the water. They clung tightly to her buttocks, and the groove between the two plump gluteal muscles could be clearly seen.
This little Taoist nun's butt is quite big! Although she didn't know why she suddenly came here and was still suspicious, this was Lang Shuoyang's first thought.
He looked around, but there was no sign of anyone. He quickly turned the little Taoist nun around and saw that her face was pale, her big eyes with long eyelashes were tightly closed, her bangs were wet on her forehead, and there was a lot of sand on her cheeks.
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All but one button of her robe had fallen off, her arms were open, and the white bra covering her breasts was stained with sand.
Lang Shuoyang screamed several times, but the little Taoist nun closed her eyes and didn't answer. It seemed that she was drowning, and she would definitely die without first aid. Lang Shuoyang didn't care much, unbuttoned the only button that the little Taoist nun was wearing, and took off her bra.
A slightly less plump tender breast popped out, and it was really dazzlingly white in the sun.
Lang Shuoyang did not pick up the plane to take advantage. He had studied medicine with his godfather, and he wanted to save the life of a drowning person first. He untied the Taoist nun's clothes and bra in order not to oppress her rib cage, and then laid them flat on the ground.
He pressed his chest more than thirty times, during which his hands inevitably touched the two soft and towering balls. Lang Shuoyang tried not to let himself think about it, but he still looked at the two soft balls that followed his hands intentionally or unintentionally.
A little jumping thing.
As Lang Shuoyang squeezed her chest, the little Taoist nun spat out some water, coughed a few times, and opened her eyes.
Against the sunlight, she didn't see Lang Shuoyang's face clearly. She was so frightened that she sat up suddenly, kicked her legs back a few meters, covered her chest with her hands, and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "My name is Huozi, and I saved you!"
"Fire boy? Are you Lang Shuoyang?" The little Taoist nun came over with big eyes, saw Lang Shuoyang's face clearly, and let out a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death. I thought I met a bad guy! How could we be here?
Here, where are Senior Sister Zixuan and Yi Nan?"
Lang Shuoyang scratched his head strangely: "Do you know me? Why don't I remember you?"
The little Taoist nun said angrily: "Since when are you still playing? Tell me, where are they?"
Lang Shuoyang smiled: "Are you stupid? Are you confused by the water? I obviously don't know you. What do you mean, Senior Sister Zixuan? Who is Yi Nan?" Lang Shuoyang was confused!
The little Taoist nun was startled and came over and asked: "I am Wanrou, tell me you are telling a joke, don't scare me, I am already scared enough!"
Lang Shuoyang smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, my home is at the bottom of the mountain. I will take you back to my home. You may have been frightened, so your nerves were damaged."
Wanrou slapped her across the face and scolded: "You are mentally damaged, and you are still joking at this point!"
Lang Shuoyang was stunned by her beating, and muttered: "What a pretty little girl, what a fucking temperament, she just hits someone with her hand! I won't play with you anymore, let's go home!" After that, he stood up and left.
Wanrou also felt strange, so she stopped arguing with him, tied up her Taoist robe, and followed Lang Shuoyang, wanting to see what tricks he would play when he fell to the ground.
Lang Shuoyang walked into the forest, looked around, and suddenly felt something was wrong. He thought it was the Laolongkeng on Heifeng Ridge just now, but it seems not! Every plant and tree on Heifeng Ridge was very familiar to him, but it seemed that he had never been here before.
I haven't been here before, so I couldn't help but scratch my head again.
He said to himself: "It's broken. I'm lost. No wonder I'm dizzy. Why can't I remember what happened last night?"
Wanrou stretched her head from behind and said, "Lang Shuoyang, don't tell me that you have lost your memory!"
Lang Shuoyang was startled: "Why are you coming with me? You just lost your memory. I have a good memory! I'm just a little confused for a moment!"
Wanrou said: "Okay, why don't you pretend to have amnesia? I'll beat you until you remember!" As she spoke, she punched Lang Shuoyang on the back. Lang Shuoyang grinned in pain, jumped forward and said: "
If you hit me again I will hit you back!"
Wanrou said: "Okay, I'm afraid you won't fight back!" As she said that, a set of tricks in the shape of an Emei crane came out, and Lang Shuoyang dodged repeatedly: "What are you doing? Don't think I dare not hit you!"
Wanrou didn't say anything. She wanted to force Lang Shuoyang to fight back. You know Lang Shuoyang's skills. He could subdue Wanrou with just a few moves. But the Lang Shuoyang in front of her was beaten to a panic by her. Although he was agile, he was different from the previous one.
Lang Shuoyang can be described as a world of difference.
Lang Shuoyang was beaten several times, and he had no idea why this little Taoist nun whom he met for the first time was beating him like crazy. He was unwilling to hit a little girl back, and finally ran away, saying: "Good men don't fight with women.
I'm leaving!"
As soon as he ran away, Wanrou couldn't catch up. Lang Shuoyang grew up in a small mountain stream and practiced flying legs. Wanrou was no match for him. He threw Wanrou away in three to five minutes. He didn't care.
Wanrou called loudly from behind.
When Wanrou saw Lang Shuoyang's shadow disappearing in the forest in the blink of an eye, she couldn't help but become anxious. She sat on a rock and covered her face and cried.
I don’t know how long I cried, but suddenly someone spoke in my ear: “Stop crying, not only can you not find your home, I can’t find my home either!”
When she looked up, Lang Shuoyang was back again, squatting two meters in front of her.
Wanrou burst into laughter and said, "I knew you were teasing me. I won't hit you anymore, and you can't scare me anymore!"
Lang Shuoyang said: "I'm not scaring you, but please stop hitting me. If it weren't for the fact that you are a girl, I would have hugged you and tripped you. Even the little busy cows in our village can't throw me."
Wanrou said disappointedly: "You are still playing tricks on me!"
Lang Shuoyang raised his hands to the sky sincerely: "I, Lang Shuoyang, a little famous fire boy, swear to God, I really did not lie to this little girl. If I lied, I would drown in the bath, fall to death on the mountain, and be gored to death by wrestling with a cow.
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Wanrou was really scared. She covered Lang Shuoyang's mouth with her hand, looked into his innocent eyes, and asked: "Lang Shuoyang, have you really lost your memory?"
Lang Shuoyang shook his head: "Oh, you girl seems to be really ill. You'd better go home with me and let my godfather treat you!"
Wanrou looked at Lang Shuoyang's serious look and couldn't guess whether he was joking or if he really had amnesia, and she started to shed tears again.
"Don't cry, I won't say you are sick anymore, okay? Well, I hate women to shed tears. Let's go, let's find a way down the mountain together, and then go back to our homes, how about that?" After saying this, Lang Shuoyang took Wanrou.