Young man, please stay

Chapter 402 The calm before the storm

"So the fox that I saw that could speak human language was the eldest sister...?"

"Exactly."

In Qin Lang's bedroom in the Princess's Mansion, he told Zhuo Beibei everything that had happened since Zhuo Beibei left the capital.

After hearing all this, even Zhuo Beibei felt quite sad.

"I didn't expect that...Qin Lang, you wouldn't even let a fox go..."

"???"

So this is what you are sighing about?

“Ah—it hurts!”

Qin Lang held Zhuo Beibei's forehead while pinching her little face into various shapes.

……

To be honest, Qin Lang hasn't touched Third Senior Sister for a long time.

Once she left, there was really no one around who could replace the feel of the little girl.

So now that Zhuo Beibei is back, Qin Lang is naturally very rude.

Even though she was gnawing on his arm with her little canine teeth, Qin Lang continued to pinch her:
"So what do you think about the various things going on in this Northern Hunt?"

"I won't watch it."

Maybe it was because she had been away from him for too long, but after chewing for a while, Zhuo Beibei actually found Qin Lang to be inexplicably delicious, so she changed her position and slowly chewed on his shoulder, which had a relatively better taste:
"After listening for so long... ah... I knew something big was about to happen..."

"..."

Doesn't this mean nothing was said?

Forget it, Qin Lang gave up. I might as well come over and ask Zhuo Beibei about the situation on the southwest battlefield.

"Tsk~ You want to ask about the situation of my good disciple, right?"

"cough…"

Qin Lang was somewhat embarrassed by her words:

“It’s not just Lingyue’s thing…”

"Ah, yes, yes, and Xuan Ran, of course you won't let him go either."

Even foxes are involved. The relationship between master and servant is a matter of course, and it is nothing to this perverted boy.

"Let me see, king, sister, royal guard, beast, senior sister, mother and daughter...tsk tsk."

Zhuo Beibei counted the elements on Qin Lang's must-eat list with his fingers, and teased in a sarcastic tone:
"Qin Lang, as the biggest pervert in the Great Zhou, what else do you dislike eating?"

"That's wrong!"

Qin Lang is upright and daring. He dares to admit what he has done, but he will definitely not admit what he has not done:

"What the hell is mother and daughter? When did this happen? Why didn't I know about it?"

"Nonsense! Lingyue and I are like mother and daughter, what do you have against it?"

"..."

Qin Lang's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

As Zhuo Beibei was talking, a purple mist flashed on his body.

The next moment, Qin Lang felt the weight on him suddenly increase. He leaned back and a plump and mature woman's body pushed him down on the head of the bed.

"Qin Lang, check your conscience now."

"..."

The large Third Senior Sister had a sweet breath and seductive eyes. Qin Lang raised his hand somewhat stiffly and pressed it on his conscience as she wished.

"Now, tell me honestly..."

Zhuo Beibei opened her lips and gently bit Qin Lang's earlobe: "Have you ever imagined Ling Yue and I serving you together...?"

"..."

broken.

Qin Lang had really imagined this.

Although he had been separated from Nan Lingyue for a long time, he no longer thought about her and only missed her from time to time.

Just like missing Zhu Hongling.

But before, especially during the time in Tianhe Sect, when Qin Lang was bullied by the violent Zhuo Beibei, and when he bullied Zhuo Beibei in return, he would occasionally dream about the scene of Nan Lingyue and Zhuo Beibei sharing a husband.

Seeing Qin Lang wavering, Zhuo Beibei became even more aggressive and whispered:

"Qin Lang...when Ling Yue comes to the capital someday, we can go together as mother and daughter...okay?"

"well…"

Subconsciously, Qin Lang agreed.

There was another flash of purple mist around her, and the third sister, who had turned back into a little girl, lay on top of Qin Lang, looking at him with curved eyebrows and a mocking expression:
"See, I know it~ Perverted Junior Brother... Ugh~"

"..."

“Eh?… Hey, hey, hey! I was just joking, why… why do you look like you’re going to eat me…”

"..."

"Guan...Qin Lang, I'm warning you. I am your senior sister after all. It's okay for you to bully me occasionally, but please don't be rebellious...Hmm?!...Wait! My throat is still sore! You can't...Hmm——!"

……

Logically speaking, Qin Lang naturally couldn't just let it go after being fooled by this little thing.

So I fed her again afterwards.

After she calmed down completely, she began to talk about the events on the southwest battlefield in a stammering and humming voice.

As Qin Lang listened to what was said, his brows furrowed further and further.

Because this seemingly small war was actually very brutal.

In addition to the soldiers from the Great Zhou, many disciples of the Tianhe Sect who joined the battle as assistance also sacrificed their lives.

"The southwestern countries have selected some people. I don't know where they got some Central Plains martial arts, and even their internal energy... Although it's not pure, they have used secret medicines and secret methods to improve it to the extreme, and there are quite a few of them. This not only gives me a headache, but also makes those disciples and soldiers..."

When talking about this issue, Zhuo Beibei, who has always been eccentric and seems to have seen through the world, couldn't help but become gloomy in tone and expression.

Qin Lang glanced at her sideways and silently held her in his arms.

This time, it was not just manpower that was invested, the Tianhe Sect also paid a lot financially.

This is closely related to Qin Lang, and his efforts to make Ningxiang Pavilion rise again.

Even Tingyuxuan, which was also influenced by Qin Lang, provided a considerable amount of temporary military funds this time.

However, even with such a well-trained army and sufficient food, the southwestern tribes who had been planning for a long time still relied on their Central Plains martial arts and their fearless warriors to kill many people from the imperial court and the Tianhe Sect.

"It is said that sometimes the inner demon is scarier than the enemy..."

"Well, Qin Lang, from what you said, Beili may be more dangerous than the southwestern tribes in the future."

"I know."

Qin Lang nodded and looked at his slowly clenched fist.

"So...what are your plans?"

"Now?"

Qin Lang loosened his fist, took a deep breath, and kissed Zhuo Beibei softly on the forehead:
"Auspicious snow and a good harvest, let's enjoy this winter and New Year well..."

The calm before the storm is not worth cherishing rather than panicking about.

(End of this chapter)