Wanrou followed Lang Shuoyang and suddenly saw the divine light on his waist and the deerskin pocket on his back. She reached out and pulled out the divine light: "You don't remember me, then you always remember the name of your weapon, right?"
?”
Lang Shuoyang was startled: "Let me strangle you, what is this? Why am I so diaphragmatic!" Looking at the deerskin pocket again, he saw the soaked talisman paper, red rope and copper coins in it. He took out one and threw the other.
, he also threw away the Hunyuan Dafa Kung Fu book that was soaked in water, leaving only a bag of silver needles that he recognized and said: "This is mine!"
Wanrou was dejected: "Forget it, you are really stupid! Then can you tell me what you remember about yourself?"
Lang Shuoyang smiled stupidly: "Of course I remember everything about myself. I remember that my father is Lao Langtou, an old Chinese medicine doctor in Hushan Village. I am a hot boy. I know a little bit about treating diseases, but I am also so-so about treating animals. I am the best at it.
It's like shooting birds with a magical needle with a snap of your fingers."
"Is that all?"
"There are many more, countless."
"How old are you this year?"
"Eighteen! My godfather said that I was picked up from the Leopard Cave. The birthday is written on this sign hanging around my neck. I don't know if it is mine. Anyway, I passed it by this."
Wanrou snorted: "Boss, you are already twenty-two, but after taking a dip in the pool, you are still four years younger!"
Lang Shuoyang looked back at Wanrou and muttered: "I don't know how old I am, really..."
Wanrou asked again: "Then you should always remember Senior Sister Lang Zixuan, right?"
"What?" Lang Shuoyang turned his head sharply, startling Wanrou, "Do you know Sister Zixuan? That's my cousin. She is said to be very beautiful. I always want to take a look at her, but I have never seen her!"
Wanrou said angrily: "Shut up, shut up, I won't say a word to you from now on!"
"Why?"
"..." Wanrou passed Lang Shuoyang and just walked down the mountain, really ignoring Lang Shuoyang.
Lang Shuoyang followed behind and babbled: "You are angry. You must be jealous because I said Sister Zixuan is beautiful. Let me tell you, you are also very beautiful. Didn't others tell you that? No matter how beautiful Sister Zixuan is, it is what others say.
When I see others in the future, I will say that I saw a really beautiful little Taoist nun, more beautiful than Chang'e in the moon, more beautiful than a movie star..."
He was following behind, praising Wanrou, and taking a peek, Wanrou had already turned up the corners of her mouth and was secretly smiling.
The two of them walked not far away when they heard the sound of water in front of them. As they walked further, it became louder and louder, and the wind became stronger and stronger. They passed through a forest and there was a beach in front of them. Looking further away, the two of them
They were all stunned. In the distance was the endless ocean!
Lang Shuoyang opened his mouth wide: "Oh my god, where did Hushan Village go? Didn't it become Haishan Village? Let the sea flood it?"
Wanrou also scratched her head: "Where is this?"
The two of them walked east along the beach until they were exhausted. They still found the beach, with mountains on the left and the sea on the right. After walking for an afternoon, the sun set and the scene remained roughly the same. It was still the mountains on the left and the sea on the right!
Lang Shuoyang lay down on the beach and shouted: "I'm not leaving anymore. It seems like I've seen a ghost and I can't get out of this circle!"
Wanrou was also very frustrated. She left Lang Shuoyang and walked forward for a while. It was really like what Lang Shuoyang said. The scenery in front of her was still the same. She didn't know how far she had to go before the end!
Wanrou came back again and said: "There is no purpose in walking like this. In my opinion, this might be an island. If we walk any further, we will walk in a circle. Unfortunately, after a while, we will see a trace of footprints in front of us, but when we go over, we will see nothing."
It’s what we left behind!”
Lang Shuoyang looked at Wanrou: "You really have imagination, you must have read too many novels!" He turned back to the left and looked at the dark mountains under the night, and said: "No, let's go to the top of the mountain, stand high and look far away, and see
Look what the hell we are in! It would be weird if it really was an island!"
Wanrou was tired and hungry at this time, but she felt that what Lang Shuoyang said was reasonable, so she gritted her teeth and followed him.
After walking up the mountain for a while, Lang Shuoyang noticed that Wanrou was out of breath and asked, "Are you tired?"
"Yeah." Wanrou nodded.
"Then let's set up camp. There's no rush anyway. I used to be tired from playing in the mountains and didn't go home all night. My godfather just scolded me a few times and even slapped me on the soles of my shoes. I don't care. If you don't go back, your mother will
Aren't you in a hurry?" Lang Shuoyang said, taking Wanrou to the foot of a big tree and sitting on the bluestone leaning against the tree.
Wanrou said: "I was abandoned by my parents when I was a child. It was my master who raised me. The master said that I was too weak, too kind, and easily fooled, so he didn't let me go down the mountain, so he let me learn some Taoism on the mountain.
And martial arts, firstly for physical fitness and secondly for self-defense.”
Lang Shuoyang smiled and said: "Your master is wrong. The eaglet will never fly unless it is released. If you are fooled more often, you will naturally learn to master it!"
If someone else said that her master was wrong, Wanrou would definitely be angry, but when Lang Shuoyang said it, Wanrou just smiled softly and said, "What you said is very similar to Senior Sister Zixuan."
Lang Shuoyang said: "It seems that you are very familiar with my sister Zixuan, right?"
Wanju said: "You're not familiar with that either!"
At this time, Wanrou also believed that Lang Shuoyang had lost his memory. She couldn't figure out why the amnesia occurred, but Lang Shuoyang thought that Wanrou was mentally ill.
The two of them chatted for a long time, and in the middle of the night, they fell asleep leaning against the big tree.
It was very cold at night on the island. When Lang Shuoyang woke up, he found that Wanrou had crawled into his arms and was sleeping holding his arms. She must have used herself as a stove in her sleep.
Lang Shuoyang's memory went back to before he met Lang Zixuan. He felt that no girl had ever been so close to him. Although he had imagined kissing Lan Xiaoshan in the village before, it was just an imagination. This time it really happened.
A real little beauty slipped into his arms. He couldn't stand it anymore and felt a little restless in his heart.
His hand involuntarily pressed on Wanrou's butt, oh, it's so soft! He pinched it again, and instead of waking up, Wanrou crawled into his arms.
Lang Shuoyang felt a strange feeling in his heart. He had an idea like pressing this beautiful little Taoist nun to the ground at this moment, then riding up, tearing off her clothes, and "clicking" hard...
But at the same time, there seemed to be another voice in my heart, saying: No, you are a human being, not an animal, you must take into account the feelings of others!
He was leaning against a tree, holding Wanrou in his arms, two voices quarreling in his heart, two forces competing.
For a moment, he put his hand into Wanrou's skirt and touched Wanrou's delicate skin, and then quickly pulled it back and put it aside.
Wanrou was probably too tired and didn't realize it. She slept soundly and murmured to herself: "Shuoyang, I like you too, you... know, hold me tight..."
Lang Shuoyang was still struggling, but as soon as he heard Wanrou's call in her dream, he could no longer restrain himself. He reached out and opened Wanrou's robe, put his right hand into her pants along the waist of her trousers, and held it tightly with his palm.