Lang Zixuan and Miffel rushed in and saw Lang Shuoyang holding a nurse in one hand with a weird smile on his face. Seeing them coming in, he smiled and said: "Sister Zixuan, Miffel, let's come together
Please hold the ball for me." He said with both hands, throwing the two nurses over.
The female nurse was so frightened that she screamed "Wow!", her hands and feet were weak, and she couldn't even stand up after being caught by Lang Zixuan and Miffel.
Lang Shuoyang said: "You guys have helped me, I'm going to play ball."
As he spoke, he punched one of the female nurses in the chest. Lang Zixuan was so frightened that she quickly pushed the female nurse away and reached out to punch Lang Shuoyang. This punch sent Lang Zixuan flying backwards, knocking Gang from the outside.
The doctor who came in was knocked out again.
Miffel shouted: "Hot boy, you broke Sister Zixuan!"
Lang Shuoyang was stunned, and quickly went over to support Lang Zixuan, looked around at her plump breasts, stretched out his hand to touch, then turned back to Miffel and said: "Nonsense, it's not bad at all!"
Lang Zixuan originally raised her hand to slap Lang Shuoyang, but looking at the innocent look on his face, she knew it was not a disguise, it must be Yi Nan's death. The blow to him was too great, and he was suppressed by the soil for so long.
In addition, after fighting for so long, the body is extremely tired, and this is another case of madness!
Lang Zixuan said softly: "Shuoyang, don't make trouble, listen to Sister Zixuan, let's go home."
Lang Shuoyang nodded and called to Miffel: "Let's go, little one, let's go home!"
At this time Nazha rushed over, saw this scene and asked: "What's wrong with Mr. Lang?"
Lang Zixuan said: "It should be due to excessive fatigue and some mental stimulation. It will be fine if you take a rest."
Nazha said: "I'll book a room at the State Banquet Hotel, you go and have a rest."
Lang Zixuan shook his head: "No, it's more convenient for us to go home."
"I'll see you off!" Nazha said. She had already heard Su Yu talk about the process of falling down the tower. From this fierce battle, he admired the Lang family siblings even more.
"No need," Lang Zixuan said, "The Ghost King has not been eliminated, so you should make more preparations in case he comes back with his carbine. He has killed and injured so many of his men, so he probably won't let it go!"
"Be careful too!" Nazha nodded and said.
Lang Shuoyang passed by Nazha and suddenly pinched her exposed half-sphere. He smiled at Lang Zixuan and said, "Sister Zixuan, her balls are bigger than yours!"
Nazha trembled and looked at Lang Shuoyang. Lang Zixuan blushed and said, "I'm sorry, he really has some problems and I can't help you for the time being."
"It's okay." Nazha rubbed her chest and sent them out of the hospital.
Back at Lang Zixuan's house, Lang Shuoyang was clamoring to play ball. Along the way, he pinched Lang Zixuan with both hands from time to time. Lang Zixuan had had enough, so she pulled him upstairs and into the back room. There was a "bang" sound.
When Miffel came to the door, she heard Lang Zixuan shout: "You want to play ball, right? OK, I'll give you as much fun as you want!"
Miffel was shocked, no way, Sister Zixuan was so generous, she quickly pushed the door open and shouted: "If I want to play, I can't just play with yours, I also have a pair!"
At first glance, Lang Shuoyang was sitting on the ground, playing with a pear ball for boxing speed training in his hand. Lang Zixuan looked at him with her hands on her hips.
Listening to Miffel's noise, Lang Zixuan asked: "What did you say? What do you have a pair of?"
Miffel smiled awkwardly: "I mean... he has a pair of balls of his own. Although they are smaller, it is better than playing with other people's balls. It is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others!" He pointed to the base of Lang Shuoyang's legs.
Lang Zixuan glared at her: "You are sick, you are talking nonsense."
Miffel pulled Lang Zixuan with a smile and said, "Sister, let's go outside and chat for a while. Let him play by himself first and see if he can recover after taking a rest."
Lang Zixuan looked at Lang Shuoyang, who was concentrating on playing with the ball, and sighed. She didn't know why this kid had such a special liking for round objects. She couldn't help but think of that time in the Qingtan Valley of Xianxian Cliff, that time Lang Shuoyang went crazy in the middle of the night, because
I calmed down after seeing my own pair of balls. Fortunately, this time I wasn't as crazy as last time!
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but blush. I didn't dare to look at Lang Shuoyang anymore. I followed Miffel out of the room and went downstairs to the hall.
Lang Zixuan lay back on the sofa and stretched her body. After fighting all day and night, she was already exhausted. She was very happy to see Lang Shuoyang becoming more and more mature and his Taoism became more and more advanced, but she didn't expect that she suddenly became
Having a child is really worrying.
Miffel took Lang Zixuan's arm and asked: "Sister, when do you think the hot child will be healed?"
Lang Zixuan looked at Miffel and asked: "When did you grow up? Your father and I are good friends and we are brothers. Is it appropriate for you to come and call me sister?"
Miffel giggled and said, "Aren't I just shouting like a child? Besides, when I call you sister, doesn't it make you look younger? People in the world say, 'shoulders and heads are brothers!' It's easy to talk like this."
Lang Zixuan said: "It's up to you. It's just a title. It won't make anyone lose weight, nor will it make anyone gain weight." Then he explained to Miffel, "The blood in Huo Zi's body was changed by his biological father.
So he has a special physique since he was a child, but it also has side effects. He occasionally suffers from crazy illnesses. I don’t know if it has something to do with his blood. But when he had it before, he would get better after sleeping overnight. This time it is different from before.
There are some differences. I don’t know if he will recover automatically. If he doesn’t accept the condition tomorrow morning, I will take him to see a neurologist.”
Miffel asked: "What was it like when he got sick before?"
"It's very scary, so you'd better not get close to him until he recovers!"
Miffel nodded and said, "I watched him outside the door to prevent him from running out and getting lost."
Lang Zixuan said: "It's up to you. I'm very sleepy and I'm going to sleep. If you look at him, go to the room next to him and sleep. If necessary, call me, but I warn you again, before he wakes up,
Don't get close to him, or you will be the one who gets hurt!"
Miffel nodded in agreement and went upstairs. Lang Zixuan was sleepy and tired, so she fell asleep on the sofa.
I slept for a long time, sleeping from noon to the next morning. Suddenly I heard Miffel scream, and I quickly turned over and sat up.
It turned out that Miffel was also the same. She said she was sleepy and tired when she got upstairs because she was looking at Lang Shuoyang. She entered the next room without closing the door, and slept until the next morning.
Before Miffel opened her eyes, she suddenly felt that someone was playing with her. When she opened her eyes, she saw Lang Shuoyang squatting on top of her with a red face. He had already untied his bra with both hands. A pair of snow-white babies were in Lang Shuoyang's hands.