[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Chapter 138

(One)

Withered vines, old trees, faint crows, the setting sun is setting like a dandelion.

A group of vicious bandits besieged a retired official and his family members in an inn.

The rest of the intruders in the inn have already been cleaned up by them.

The house was in a mess, and the ground was red like a bloodbath.

With a "bang bang", two large chests of bay red wood were smashed open with the handle of a knife.

The bandit leader kicked the wooden box over with a loud crash, and countless gold beads and silver ingots flowed out of the box like a river.

Amidst the bandits' laughter like howling tigers and wolves, the bandit leader with a big beard waved his hand, grabbed the arm of the official's only daughter, and dragged her out of his mother's arms.

Regardless of the pleas of the lord and his wife, the bandit leader tore off the girl's clothes and pressed her on the table to show off his animal lust.

Rough palms kneaded the girl's snow-white chest until it turned purple, and a red-black poisonous scorpion slowly climbed down from his shoulder with its curved tail hooked up.

The girl was in pain and fear, unable to struggle, she could only scream and cry bitterly.

However, the more she suffered, the more excited the bandits around her were.They whistled loudly, spoke foul language, shouted, laughed, and cheered for their boss.

Just as the atmosphere was extremely warm, a gentle voice suddenly came from the door.

"The Xiaoer here is really lazy and not decent. Why is there no one to entertain guests when they come?"

All the bandits were startled, and turned to look at the gate.

I saw a person standing at the door.

Gray clothes with straw shoes, a bamboo hat on his head, and his eyebrows tightly pressed, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.He is slender and tall, but slightly thinner than ordinary men, with a three-foot-long iron sword hanging from his waist.Like a knight, but also like a prodigal son.

When the official sees someone coming, he doesn't care what the route is, he grabs at it like a drowning man seeing a straw.

He grabbed the ground with his head and begged the other party to save his daughter.

The bandit leader let go of the girl, gave Master Guan a cold look, and kicked his heart with an iron foot.

Master Guan let out a cry of pain and passed out.

The bandit leader spat on him hard, then turned to the uninvited guest and said, "See for yourself if there is anyone who looks like a mistress here?"

"Get out of here quickly!"

Unexpectedly, the other party smiled slightly and said: "I heard that the 'Old Scorpion' in Pinggang Village is a heroic and righteous man who never killed innocent people indiscriminately."

"From today's perspective, the name is not worthy of the name."

The old scorpion squinted at the other party, and said coldly, "You know me?"

"Who are you?"

The other party said: "Nobody is worth mentioning."

The old scorpion laughed: "Although you know my reputation, you still want to meddle in my affairs. With this courage, you are by no means an unknown person."

"That's all, I'm not interested in knowing who you are either."

"If you still don't leave, don't blame me in Pinggang Village..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party interrupted him suddenly, and at the same time interrupted the bandits' sharpening their knives.

"Old Scorpion, do you dare to play a game with me?"

Hearing this, the old scorpion's eyes lit up.

Anyone who has heard the rumors about him knows that Old Scorpion is a very restless person, and he likes to play strange and thrilling games the most.

He casually teased the poisonous scorpion in his hand, grinned and said, "Is it exciting?"

The other party gave a low laugh, and reached out to take off the bamboo hat on his head.

He has a handsome face, deep eyebrows, and a pair of black eyes that are as bright as stars. The most eye-catching thing is his gentle and lazy smile, like leaves blown by the wind, indescribably bright.

Shen Lang walked up to the old scorpion, took off his gray robe, and covered the girl.

He smiled and said, "The game of betting on two lives will never let you down."

(two)

Everyone looked at the table nervously.

There is an empty wine jar on the top.

There was something alive in the wine jar that was crawling back and forth rustlingly, hitting something against the wall of the jar from time to time, making a crisp sound.

The one that crawled in the wine jar was the old scorpion's poisonous scorpion, and the one that made a crisp sound were twenty golden beads scattered at the bottom of the jar.

Shen Lang and Lao Xiezi took turns stretching their arms into the wine jar to pick up gold beads.

Whoever is stung by a poisonous scorpion and dies from poisoning is the loser of this game.

——This is the game proposed by Shen Lang, a gamble with the lives of both parties at stake!

At this point, the game had come to an end, and seventeen of the twenty gold beads had been picked out.There are fewer and fewer golden beads left, and the probability of being stung by a poisonous scorpion is also increasing.

The old scorpion was already covered in cold sweat, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.But Shen Lang was calm and unhurried, that lazy and sloppy smile was still so chic on his face.

Although the opponent was not aggressive, to the old scorpion, Shen Lang's leisurely and calm attitude was actually more oppressive than the sharp edge of the sword.

At this moment in the game, he has lost all confidence.

However, when he thought that the dog official who had misjudged an unjust case and beheaded his innocent old father passed out on the ground, his opportunity for revenge was in front of him.

The old scorpion grimaced, and pulled out a long knife from the bandit's waist behind him.Concentrate on the ear, listen to the sound to identify the position, when the poisonous scorpion walks to the center of the altar, stab it with a knife.

He stretched his arm into the wine jar, fixed his eyes on Shen Lang like a knife, and smiled coldly: "I have stabbed the scorpion to death, and I will take out the remaining three gold beads. You lose this game!"

Hearing this, the bandits onlookers burst into cheers, and some impatiently drew their swords from their waists, waiting for the boss to give an order, and then cut off Shen Lang's head.

Just as they were rushing towards Shen Lang, suddenly there was a sharp sound of wind whistling behind them.

It was too late for everyone to turn around, only to see a ball of cold silver light whirling past, blood splashing, a bandit watched his companion's head roll to his feet.

A slender hand grabbed the clothes of the headless man who was about to fall, and wiped his blood-stained iron fan.

A pair of big and bright, black and white, eyes like jade hooks bent like a crescent moon.

The girl in scarlet clothes was charming and pretty, but she walked up and down with her hands behind her back, shaking the iron fan lightly, with a graceful demeanor like a gentle and elegant young man.

Bright eyes swept the audience, she smiled contemptuously, and said: "Shen Lang, stand up for this girl."

"Leaving after going to bed, is he still a man?"

(three)

Shen Lang had lived for more than 20 years in his life, and this was the first time he was so shocked and absent-minded.

Who have I slept with?

When did I lose my virginity?

Shen Lang was still in a daze, the bandits who had been slaughtered for no reason glared at the girl in red viciously, showing their ferocity, wishing to tear her to pieces.

Facing the overlapping wolves and tigers, the girl in scarlet clothes was not afraid, she smiled lightly and said: "If you have time to stare at me, you might as well go and save your leader."

"He failed to stab his little cutie to death, but was bitten by it instead."

Everyone looked back, and at some point, the old scorpion's face was swollen, his lips were black and crooked on the table.His whole body twitched for a while, he tilted his head, and died in the underworld.

The girl in scarlet clothes looked at the fallen corpse with pity in her eyes, and she looked like a compassionate Bodhisattva, but she spoke heartless words in her mouth.

"Ha, the thing that is unjust, can't let his scorpion go back to its owner."

The bandits in Pinggang Village saw the boss died tragically, the dragons had no leader, and they were devastated. They didn't care about settling accounts with Shen Lang and the girl in Feiyi, they took two boxes of jewels and left in a hurry.

The family members of the rescued lord official quickly helped the lord and the lady up, and after thanking Shen Lang and the girl in Feiyi, they didn't dare to stay for long, and left in a hurry.

Only Shen Lang and the girl in scarlet clothes remained in the empty inn.

The girl in scarlet clothes circled around Shen Lang, sized her up carefully, and said, "You are indeed handsome, no wonder my father has taken a fancy to you."

Shen Lang said: "...your father?"

The girl in scarlet clothes was surprised: "Could it be that you forgot?"

"It's only been a few days since you and that Luoyang Wang Langjun had a spring night, and you've forgotten everything?"

Shen Lang pondered for a moment.

Shenyang... surnamed Wang...

A person suddenly appeared in my mind.

A gentle and elegant man, ageless, the wind knife of the years has never left a trace of scratches on his face.But Shen Lang felt that he was definitely not young, because that kind of grace and calmness could not be cultivated overnight, it needed the influence of time and the precipitation of time.

When Shen Lang first met him, he was also impressed by his charisma, but after getting along with him for a while, he found that this man was extremely sophisticated, and he had schemes against him, and he even used emotion and lust to subdue himself.

Therefore, Shen Lang gradually alienated him.

Shen Lang looked at the face of the girl in scarlet clothes for a while, and said hesitantly, "Are you Wang Langjun's daughter?"

The girl in scarlet clothes said with a smile: "That's right, my surname is Wang, and my name is Lianhua."

She rolled her eyes, leaned in front of Shen Lang, and said with a smile: "Actually, if you are a woman, I don't object to you getting along with my father."

"It's a pity that you are a man."

"And he is such a handsome young man, if he hangs out with men, wouldn't it be a waste of money?"

As she said that, she moved closer and closer, her soft lips almost brushing against Shen Lang's face.

The sweet breath sprayed on Shen Lang's lips.

Wang Lianhua's eyes were hazy, and she said, "What's so good about a tough man?"

"Where is a woman comfortable to hold?"

"Let me drive to help you experience the fun of women."

As she spoke, she pulled Shen Lang's belt and gently tugged it.

Shen Lang pursed his lips tightly, and stretched out his hands to gather his chest before the skirt of his clothes fell apart.

Flipping backwards, like a leaf, it floated out of the door.

Wang Lianhua chased after him, but found that Shen Lang had already disappeared without a trace.

She tilted her head, picked up the belt in her hand, looked at it again and again, and murmured: "I didn't expect such a shy person."

Under the moonlight, Shen Lang crossed his arms and sat on the roof, thinking about something.

Panda passed by under the house, saw him, rolled up into the room, and sat cross-legged beside him.

Panda looked at Shen Lang again and again, and said, "Did you meet a robber today?"

"Why is the robe gone, and the belt gone?"

Shen Lang sighed slightly, and said, "It's a long story."

He will describe in detail what happened during the day.

After hearing this, Panda laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, and even the pair of winter melon-like breasts on her chest were trembling.

Panda Er said: "You are not too young anymore, it's time to get married."

"After getting married, it would be nice to have many daughters."

Shen Lang shook his head helplessly, and said, "Brother Cat, Brother Cat, don't make fun of me."

Although I feel sorry for Shen Lang, but the opportunity to laugh at him is really rare.

While saying "Sorry", Panda laughed loudly for a while, and suddenly realized belatedly: "Hey, that girl doesn't know you are a woman?"

(four)

Panda took a look at Shen Lang, then at Zhu Qiqi, the youngest son of the "Live God of Wealth" who was leaning on her arms with his eyes closed, and was hugged by her shoulders and knees, and touched his chin And touch, touch and touch.

Shen Lang smiled helplessly, and said, "Brother Cat, if you have anything to say, just say it."

On Panda's face, the two long eyebrows were twisted into a ball, she said: "You just hug him like this and come to me all the way across the city?"

Shen Lang thought for a moment, then asked puzzled, "Is there a problem?"

Panda Er said: "Oh no, don't you feel that the way you hold him is not right?"

"You look like..."

Panda raised his arm, clenched his fist, and bulged the muscles on his arm.

"And he looks like this..."

Panda's figure was adjusted, and he took three steps and swayed, making a gesture of Xizi holding his heart, and a weak willow supporting the wind.

"Aren't you afraid that the 'Live God of Wealth' will think that you will make Mr. Zhu die and die, and it will be bad luck for you?"

Shen Lang was stunned for a while when he said this, not knowing how to answer.

She has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for many years, and she is free and unrestrained by nature, unconstrained, coupled with her inconspicuous body characteristics, she is always mistaken for a man.

She never took such a misunderstanding to heart.

Therefore, she really didn't consider Panda'er's worries at all.

Shen Lang coughed slightly in embarrassment, and said, "Brother Cat, now is not the time to talk about these things."

"Young Master Zhu's injury should not be delayed for a long time, quickly take me to find that wonderful doctor you mentioned."

In the welcoming hall, Shen Lang, Panda Er, and Wang Lianhua sat in three places, forming a trio, and a subtle undercurrent surged in the hall.

Panda's left looked at Wang Lianhua's white fur and red dress, the white hair on the fox fur made her look as icy as jade.She had crooked eyebrows and was full of smiles, but she just kept silent, just sipping tea and admiring the flowers, very rudely ignoring the two guests.

Seeing from the right, Shen Lang has a gentle expression, calm and calm, without the slightest anxiety or anger, with a faint smile on his lips, like the breeze and the moon, indescribably free and unrestrained.

Panda rolled her eyes and said to Wang Lianhua, "Aren't you the most beautiful person?"

"Today, I specially sent two beauties here for you to take a look at. It's fine if you don't thank me. Why don't you even say a word, just leave us both dry?"

Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "If you only send that beauty who fainted to see me, I will treat you with wine and tea, and maybe I will send you a matchmaker gift in a few days."

She glanced at Shen Lang, sneered and said, "However, you brought him here..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows at Shen Lang as if he had changed his face, and said with an ambiguous smile: "Mr. Shen came here to ask me to get my belt back? Or do you want to leave all the rest of the clothes with me?" ?”

Facing Wang Lianhua's teasing, Shen Lang shook his head with a smile and said: "I came here this time to ask Miss Wang to heal the wound on Master Zhu's face."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "It's not difficult to heal the wound."

"However, although I'm not a doctor, I still need a consultation fee."

"I don't know whether you are willing to give it to Mr. Shen."

Shen Lang said: "As long as I can afford it."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "You can definitely afford it."

She said slowly: "Actually, I didn't ask for this consultation fee for myself."

"If you want to heal the wound on that young master's face, the best way is to use skin to skin..."

Her beautiful eyes focused on Shen Lang, her smile was graceful, but her words were harsh.

"So, I want a piece of skin from your body!"

Shen Lang said: "Okay."

"Wang Lianhua, you! Ehhh?" Hearing Wang Lianhua's harsh request, Panda was about to get angry, and was choked back by Shen Lang's answer as soon as a word came to his mouth.

At the same time, Wang Lianhua didn't expect Shen Lang to agree so readily, and she was slightly taken aback.

Panda stood up abruptly, the twin peaks on his chest trembled.

"Shen Lang, don't be impulsive!"

Shen Lang put his arms around Panda's shoulders, pushed him back on the chair, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, a piece of skin can't kill a person."

With a sound of "shua", the folding fan was closed, Wang Lianhua smiled and said: "Refreshing!"

She stood up, lifted the curtain of the inner room with her slender hands, looked back and smiled, and said, "Please follow me."

In the inner room, purple smoke is curling up, and pepper orchid musk is burning.

Wang Lianhua stuck to Shen Lang's ear, and said softly: "Shen Lang, Shen Lang, I really like you more and more."

"As long as you want, you can come to me anytime...in private."

After finishing speaking, he smiled lightly, shook his fur robe, and leaned lazily on a red sandalwood couch.

Looking at Shen Lang, he smiled cunningly.

"Shen Xianggong, take off your clothes."

Under Wang Lianhua's fiery gaze, Shen Lang didn't feel the slightest bit of shame, and calmly pulled down his belt from his waist, and unbuttoned his robe.

When the last layer of white clothes was on the ground, the panda sitting in the outer hall drinking tea and eating cakes heard a scream like a cat whose tail was stepped on——

"Are you a woman?!"

(Fives)

Panda squatted by the river, humming and washing clothes while Shen Lang sat beside him basking in the sun with his legs propped up.

Suddenly, like a fallen leaf, a black shadow lightly landed behind Panda'er, raised a foot, and kicked her ass.

The unsuspecting panda fell into the water with a "plop".

Crash, the panda popped its head out of the river, with cat-like eyes, glaring viciously at Wang Lianhua, who was standing by the river and kept laughing.

Seeing that Wang Lianhua didn't stop laughing at all, she jumped out of the river with a sharp sound, grabbed Wang Lianhua's skirt, and cursed with a smile: "Good girl, you've grown up!"

The panda was a full head taller than Wang Lianhua, and Wang Lianhua was lifted slightly on tiptoe.

She smiled and said, "No, this cat is getting wilder."

Panda loudly said: "Hmph, I want you to see today, whether it's a wild cat or a panda, you can't mess with it!"

As he spoke, he threw Wang Lianhua to the ground, and the two of them fought on the bank of the river purely by their physical bodies without martial arts.

Shen Lang watched with a smile for a while, and the two of them fought all the way from the slope to the river, and then from the river to the tree.

Smiling and shaking his head, he closed his eyes and continued to bask in the sun.

Suddenly, two wet hands grabbed her ankles and pulled her violently.

Crashing, Shen Lang emerged from the icy cold river and coughed fiercely a few times.

She brushed back her drenched forehead hair, saw Panda and Wang Lianhua floating in the water, and laughed so hard.

Shen Lang rolled his eyes, pressed the heads of the two, and pushed them into the water with a "wow".

At night, the three of them lit a bonfire under the tree and dried their wet clothes on the branches stretched over the bonfire.

The bright flames reflected Wang Lianhua's cheeks like Shi Zhi, she propped her head and looked at Shen Lang.

Ape-armed wasp waist, slender body, there is a thin layer of muscle on the arms and waist, and an old scar is embedded on the right arm.

She compared Shen Lang's chest that was too flat compared to ordinary women, looked again and again, and said: "If you don't look down, you are really no different from a man."

Pointing to one side, she tied up her towering chest with a cloth belt one after another, but still showed a majestic panda, and said with a smile: "Look, this wild cat is more feminine than you."

This sentence made the panda's mouth crooked.

While putting on the dry underwear, Shen Lang said casually: "Brother Wang is right."

Turning his head to Wang Lianhua and smiling slightly, those pitch-black eyes were a little radiant under the reflection of the flames.

She smiled and said, "Just treat me as a man without a handle."

(six)

Zhu Qiqi ran up to Shen Lang angrily, with a tinge of annoyed blush floating on his handsome face.

As soon as he saw Shen Lang, he yelled and cursed: "Shen Lang, I really misjudged you!"

"I thought you were an honest person, but I didn't expect you to be merciful and merciful!"

"That's all for the panda, you're flirting with the disfigured Jin Wuwang! Even, even that witch Wang Lianhua!"

"You, you, you... why aren't you a broken sleeve?!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Qiqi wiped away tears with his sleeves, and ran away.

Shen Lang was left alone: ​​"Actually, I... oh."

Just as Shen Lang was hesitating whether to chase after him or not, and when he was explaining to Zhu Qiqi that he was a woman, all of a sudden, flowers fell before him.

She looked up.

A head popped out of the peach blossoms that were steaming like a haze.

Wang Lianhua's bright red face is more beautiful and moving than that peach blossom.

Sitting on the branch, Wang Lianhua waved her folding fan and said with a smile, "Why don't you chase after me?"

She pretended to be wronged and said: "If you catch up with him, you can help me ask. What's wrong with me, why does Mr. Zhu look down on me?"

Shen Lang smiled, and was about to answer, when Wang Lianhua suddenly said "Oops", the hand holding the branch slipped, and the whole person fell back from the tree.

Shen Lang rushed under the tree with a stride, ready to catch it.

Unexpectedly, Wang Lianhua's falling figure stopped suddenly - she hooked the branch with her knees.

On that upside-down smiling face, a pair of apricot-like pupils are black and bright.

She looked at Shen Lang triumphantly, and said: "Ha, it turns out that Shen Lang was also deceived sometimes!"

Shen Lang smiled helplessly, and stood under the tree with his arms folded, looking up at her.

She smiled and said, "What's wrong with being cheated by you?"

Hearing this, Wang Lianhua's eyes moved slightly.

She took a volley in the air, and landed beside Shen Lang lightly like a bird.

Shen Lang suddenly took a step forward and reached out to touch the corner of her eyes.

Wang Lianhua was taken aback and said, "What are you doing?"

Shen Lang sighed: "Is there anything sad?"

Wang Lianhua looked at Shen Lang with a smile: "Where is it?"

Seeing that Shen Lang didn't believe it, she smiled and said, "Don't you know that I'm a witch?"

"Who dares to make me sad?"

Shen Lang didn't refute, but just stared at her, his eyes were silent and vast, like the deep sea under the moon, shining with sparkling light.

She said: "Cry out if you are sad, don't let it rot in your heart..."

Before she finished speaking, Wang Lianhua pounced, crashed into Shen Lang's arms, and buried her head deeply on her neck.

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "You really like guessing..."

Shen Lang felt the wetness gradually fading away on his shoulders.

Stretching out his hand to stroke her hair, he said, "Well, I'm used to guessing."

A few days later, Shen Lang went to Wang Langjun's funeral and offered a stick of incense.

(Seven)

Wang Lianhua rolled onto the bed with Shen Lang in her arms.

Shen Lang, who had not recovered from his injuries, lay on his back among the soft quilts, feeling a little dizzy.

Wang Lianhua sat on her body, stretching her graceful figure.

She reached out with bare hands, and pulled out the hairpin on her head little by little, and the cumulus-like black hair fell down like a waterfall.

With a flick of a finger, the hairpin flew out, cutting the rope holding the gauze curtain.

The cyan gauze slowly slid down like a puff of green smoke, enveloping the two of them in it.

She took off the crimson gauze and her underwear, one side was piled around her waist, and the other side was hung loosely on her arm.

The young and tender skin is white, like fresh snow in early winter, the beautiful collarbone sinks deep with the inhalation, the waist is thin and firm, and there is a faint outline of the abdominal muscles, the waistline is beautiful and attractive, smoothly disappearing in the accumulated Between the red gauze.

Wang Lianhua's soft fingers walked on Shen Lang's chest, rubbed her firm abdomen, and inserted into the bottom of Shen Lang's pants like a fish swimming.

Shen Lang frowned, took a breath, Wang Lianhua took her hand with the other hand, pressed it on the snow-white thigh under the raised red skirt, and led her to swim to the depth of her legs. place.

Shen Lang's eyes were deep, he reached out to support Wang Lianhua's back of the head, and pressed down the person's head.

The entanglement between the lips and teeth was like sparks splashing, burning all over the body in an instant, and even the air began to become scorched.

Slow panting, and suppressed groans, spread out in the silent night.

The flickering candlelight melted the overlapping figures in the tent.

Just when the two were in an unbearable relationship, Wang Lianhua gasped: "...What should I do next?"

Shen Lang was slightly taken aback, hesitantly said: "You don't know?"

Wang Lianhua said: "Why would I know?"

Shen Lang thought to himself, didn't Brother Cat say that you can take all men and women?

Although he didn't say this, but with Wang Lianhua's intelligence, he could see the clue from Shen Lang's face at a glance.

She pushed Shen Lang away, her face turned blue and red, held back for a long time, and finally cursed out a word——

"Shen Lang, you bastard!!!"

(Eight)

Two figures, one gray and one red, ride a white horse together, galloping in the yellow sand of the desert.

Behind it is the raging fire that ignited in the ancient city of Loulan.

The red light rises, setting fire to the sky.The magnificent flames are cruel and hot, burning all the way from the ground to the sky, as if they are going to burn the entire sky.

The rough yellow sand was rolled up by the strong wind and slapped on the face like a whip.

Wang Lianhua, who was dressed in ragged clothes and covered in a mess, laughed loudly and said, "Shen Lang, we killed her! We finally killed her!"

Shen Lang's chest was pressed against her back, not soft, but solid and reliable enough to cover all wind and waves.

"En." Shen Lang laughed softly, under the howling wind, the voice was so clear that it seemed to be in his ears.

Wang Lianhua sighed: "It's a pity that we have not had time to enjoy the joy of success, so we have to be exhausted under the pursuit of the wind and 36 cavalry."

She snorted coldly: "I've never seen a winner in my life who wins with such useless people as us!"

A soft laugh came from the top of her head again, and the warm breath blew the ends of her hair.

Shen Lang smiled and said: "Why do you need to care about such details? As long as we win."

Hearing this, Wang Lianhua laughed again.

"Yes, as long as we win!"

Willful and flamboyant, even more crisp and melodious than the camel bells and sand drums in the desert.As soon as it exited, it was taken away by the strong wind, and it was swept all the way to the distance by the wind singing sand.

The laughter gradually died down, Wang Lianhua said softly: "Shen Lang, will we die here?"

Shen Lang said: "No."

Wang Lianhua said: "But, I have already heard the sound of horseshoes behind."

Shen Lang said: "They can't catch up with us."

Wang Lianhua said: "However, the horses we ride are already getting tired."

Shen Lang said: "This is a lazy horse, when I whip it, it will run faster than the wind."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "Ha, this is the stupidest lie I've ever heard."

Shen Lang looked down at the person in her arms, she could feel the slight trembling on the slender body, obviously worried and fearful, but the trembling person was like a stubborn child, desperately trying to be brave.

Shen Lang's eyes were affectionate and soft, as if filled with the tranquil lake light.

She stretched out her hand, passed through Wang Lianhua's waist, took her hand, held it tightly, and interlocked her fingers.

Shen Lang said: "Who do you say I am?"

Wang Lianhua laughed and said, "Why, are you so scared that you even forgot your own name?"

"You are Shen Lang."

"Yes, I am Shen Lang!" Shen Lang laughed loudly.

Her expression was majestic and her words sonorous.

"Is there anything in this world that Shen Lang can't do?"

"Wang Lianhua, don't worry."

"I've saved your life!"

Hearing this, Wang Lianhua couldn't help but widen her eyes.

Shen Lang, oh Shen Lang, Shen Lang who seems to be always calm and relaxed, this is the first time she has heard her say such arrogant words!

Dongdongdong—the heart beat wildly, even faster than the horse's hoof, stronger than the gust of wind.

Boom boom boom—the blood is burning hot, hotter than the fire, hotter than yellow sand!

Wang Lianhua wiped her eyes fiercely with her hand.

She laughed loudly and said, "Shen Lang, don't break your promise!"

Ahead, at the end of the long yellow sand, a round of red sun slowly rose, imprinting the backs of the two galloping horses in the red light.

Fang Xinqi, who led Blast 36 and followed closely behind, listened to the wanton laughter and looked at the figure galloping in Blast, with regret in his eyes, slowly raised his hand, and ordered the archer behind him: "Shoot!" !"

In an instant, thousands of arrows were fired, like an overwhelming rainstorm——

Wang Lianhua stared blankly, and the shadows that suddenly fell on Yu and Shen Lang murmured: "Is it raining?"

(nine)

The white horse lamely carried the two of them, walking slowly in the long yellow sand.

Wang Lianhua couldn't help crying and laughing at the fear and joy of the rest of her life after the catastrophe.

The hand she held tightly to Shen Lang has never let go. At this moment, the palm of her hand is full of sweat, but it is still warm and reassuring.

Wang Lianhua shouted excitedly, "Shen Lang, we survived!"

Shen Lang said: "Yes."

"Shen Lang, you are amazing! From now on, I don't have to worship gods and Buddhas, I just worship you! Hahaha, you can save a lot of incense money!"

"Ah."

"Shen Lang, what are your plans when we get out of the desert? Do you want to go back to Luoyang with me, or should I wander the world with you?"

"Um……"

"Shen Lang, why don't you go to Luoyang to see flowers first? Luoyang's Peony Festival is coming soon, and every family will bring out their own peonies to compete for the king of flowers. I also have a plant, which is as green as jasper..."

"it is good……"

Wang Lianhua was chattering, the chest behind her was still warm and firm, reliable enough to cover all wind and waves.

Shen Lang's head rested gently on her shoulder.

The sound of copper bells, the rattle of horseshoes.

The young master in scarlet clothes talked and laughed, and the hero in gray clothes embraced her.

Behind Shen Lang, bright red blood trickled down from the wound where the three feathered arrows were inserted, soaked his clothes, stained the horse's tail red, and fell into the sand drop by drop, paving a road of red plum blossoms.

(ten)

Shen Lang exhaled lightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

It seemed like a lifetime away, and what he saw was Wang Lianhua who was nestling in his arms like a kitten.

Wang Lianhua stared at her with black eyes, her face sank like water, and she didn't gnaw a word.

Shen Lang laughed lowly, his voice was hoarse and hoarse, but it was as warm as a fire on a midwinter night, warming his heart all the way.

Shen Lang stretched out his right hand with difficulty and placed it on Wang Lianhua's head, messing up her smooth black hair.

She said softly: "Good boy, don't be sad, don't be sad, I..."

Wang Lianhua put up a finger and gently sealed her mouth.

She lay on Shen Lang's chest, listening to the steady beating heartbeat, said: "I want to sleep."

"Shen Lang, I want you to sing to coax me."

Shen Lang patted her on the back and hummed softly.

Wang Lianhua couldn't hear the words clearly, she only knew that Shen Lang's singing became lower and lower, until she fell into a dark dream again.

When the singing stopped for a while, Wang Lianhua just raised her head.

She leaned over to look at Shen Lang, pale and haggard, with two lines of tears streaming down her face.

The warm lips contained bitter tears, which fell gently on the forehead of the sleeping person.

Who is calling with the heart——

"Shen Lang..."

【End】