Chapter six hundred and one: immobilization method
Lang Shuoyang drank a glass and seemed to be drunk. He looked at the monster with half-open eyes and said, "Monster, what do you want to do?"
The demon girl brushed her skirt, frowned, and seemed a little unhappy and said: "You little Taoist priest, you said that this girl is not a monster."
"Then, girl, where should I sleep tonight?" Lang Shuoyang put down his wine glass and asked while eating meat.
"Isn't there a bed there?" The enchantress pointed to the room next to her, where there was a mahogany carved bed.
"But there is only one bed, how can two people sleep?" Lang Shuoyang asked.
"It's not easy, just sleep together." The enchantress giggled.
"But I don't like sleeping with strangers, let alone you are a woman." Lang Shuoyang said this deliberately.
The witch blushed and said, "But in your eyes, I am not a woman, just a monster."
"Then I can't go to bed with a monster." Lang Shuoyang said again.
Lang Shuoyang pulled some soft grass for firewood, piled it in the corner, hugged himself and curled up on it, and said to the enchantress: "Don't disturb me, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep. Remember, don't touch my things, especially
That ebony sword."
"What if I touch your sword?" the witch asked.
"If you are a mortal, you can do whatever you want. If you are a monster, if you touch that sword, you are seeking death." Lang Shuoyang added.
The witch looked at the ebony sword on the table, feeling a little timid.
Lang Shuoyang slept in the bamboo house all night. When Lang Shuoyang woke up, he felt that he had spent the most ridiculous and shameful night in his life here. Because his clothes were messy, he must have been slept with by that beautiful succubus.
Lang Shuoyang lifted up his crotch, but there was nothing strange. He didn't know if he was a boy. He looked outside the room and saw the succubus sitting in front of the mirror dressing up. The way she dressed up was so beautiful that Lang Shuoyang secretly wanted to be slept with by her.
Well, aren't you so lucky?
"Hey, where has my ebony sword gone?" Lang Shuoyang exclaimed when he found that his ebony sword was missing.
"Monster, tell me quickly, where did you take my ebony sword?" Lang Shuoyang stepped forward and asked.
"I have a name, please don't call me a monster casually. Even if I am a monster, I have already transformed into a human form. Do you see the difference between the flesh and skin on my body and that of a human being?" As she said that, she raised it slightly.
On the collar of the dress, the two little white rabbits are looming again."
"Then can you tell me, what is your name?" Lang Shuoyang asked.
"My name is Wanqing."
"What?" Lang Shuoyang didn't seem to hear clearly.
"Wanqing!"
"Good name, then I want to ask Miss Wanqing, where is my ebony sword?" Lang Shuoyang softened his breath and looked at Wanqing.
Wanqing sighed and said: "Hey, you said that I am a girl, and you, a little Taoist priest, what use is the sword? It fell into the pyre last night and was burned." Wanqing pointed to the pile of melted swords.
The firewood for the ashes said to Lang Shuoyang.
"How can you burn my sword? You must know that it is a sword made for me by my master." Lang Shuoyang was so angry that he really wanted to go up and slap Wanqing. But as soon as he raised his hand, he let it go.
Go back. He felt that he could not do anything to such a beautiful woman.
"Little Taoist priest, give me back your sword!" Wanqing stretched out her hand out of thin air, and a sword appeared in her hand out of thin air.
Lang Shuoyang took the ebony sword, stabbed Wanqing with the sword and said: "Monster, look at the sword!" After saying that, with quick eyes and quick hands, he pointed the sword at Wanqing's neck.
Wan Qing clearly saw Lang Shuoyang stabbing him with the ebony sword, but she didn't avoid it, and didn't even blink. Lang Shuoyang also felt strange. When Lang Shuoyang's ebony sword stabbed Wan Qing, the sword in his hand had turned into
A reed.
"Giggle", Wanqing's laughter was very sweet. Lang Shuoyang felt that he was being played, and was so embarrassed that he blushed from his face to his ears.
"You little Taoist priest, you actually want to use something I conjured to stab me. You are so cute." Wanqing raised her orchid finger, and Lang Shuoyang stood there unable to move. It turned out that Wanqing had used a body-holding technique on him.
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Lang Shuoyang struggled for a while, and his body felt like it was tied up with a rope, unable to move, so he angrily said to Wanqing: "Demon girl, if you don't let me go, my master will come over and you will suffer a lot."
"I have told you so many times not to use my name. Since you are rude to me, I will not care about you anymore. Just wait here." Wanqing said and walked downstairs.
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"Sister Wanqing, my good sister, let me go quickly!" Lang Shuoyang was pinned in the corner of the building and shouted to Wanqing who was walking away.
Qiyun was secretly amused. She turned back from a distance and said, "Don't worry, my kind-hearted girl will let you go." After saying that, her shadow flashed and disappeared into the morning light.
Time passed slowly, and the sun gradually rose. The sunlight shone on Lang Shuoyang's body, making Lang Shuoyang feel the heat wrapped in his Taoist robe. He also began to feel thirsty. He looked at the dazzling sunlight.
"Do you want to drink water?" A very friendly girl's voice sounded in Lang Shuoyang's ears, which reminded Lang Shuoyang of Feier. But when Lang Shuoyang turned his head, he found that the girl was not Feier, but a beautiful girl.
A suffocating girl.
Lang Shuoyang felt his heartbeat speeding up.
"Here, there is water in this pot. Have a drink." The girl handed a kettle made of bamboo to Lang Shuoyang.
Lang Shuoyang didn't respond. The girl pushed Lang Shuoyang and said, "Actually, you can move."
Lang Shuoyang tried to raise his hand, and it turned out that he could move a long time ago. He took the kettle, raised his head and drank some water, and cursed: "It's that damn smelly monster that has been obsessed with me for so long."
The girl frowned and said, "Little Taoist priest, don't scold my sister like that."
"Sister?" After hearing this, Lang Shuoyang was startled at first and almost choked on the water. Then he stared at the girl and looked at her. The girl was wearing a green dress. Her attire was very elegant. She had a golden hairpin with a phoenix carved on her head, and her face was full of color.
Shi Langfen has sad eyebrows, eyes as clear as clear springs, and a face as open as a peach blossom. She is really beautiful. Is she Wanqing's sister? The fairy sister is so beautiful.
"Yes, Wanqing is my sister. I am her sister. My name is Wanrou." The girl's voice was very soft, like water flowing over her ears.
"So, you - you are also a monster?" Lang Shuoyang felt that he had asked the wrong question and covered his mouth.
Wanrou smiled slightly and said: "What's wrong with monsters? Although we are monsters, our thoughts are the same as humans. Besides, my sister and I have never harmed anyone."
Wanrou looked at Lang Shuoyang's Taoist robe and said, "Are you a Taoist priest on Xianyun Mountain?"
Lang Shuoyang nodded, shook his head and said, "It used to be, but it's not now."