Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

(Thanks to ~Xinghui~ for the fourteen monthly tickets and Yirui for the ten monthly tickets)

From the moment the attack was made to the moment it was subdued, it only took the blink of an eye.

The girl's eyes widened: "You...you're not poisoned?!"

She tried desperately to turn her head to see Hong Lang's face, but Hong Lang's arm was like an iron hoop, and no matter how hard she struggled, it wouldn't budge.

The girl bit her lower lip, a hint of annoyance flashing in her amber eyes, and raised her foot to stomp on Hong Lang's foot.

But before her foot could land, Hong Lang's arms around her waist tightened suddenly. She cried out, her breath coming in gasps as she was squeezed, and naturally, she couldn't bring herself to step down.

"Don't move," Hong Lang said coldly.

The girl indeed stopped moving, not because she was obedient, but because she realized she really couldn't move.

The person behind her had an absurdly strong grip. Her various techniques and moves were no match for him. She was like a kitten whose neck had been pinched, and no matter how much she thrashed her limbs, it was all in vain.

Hong Lang looked down at the little girl in his arms, who had been completely subdued.

"What's your name?"

Girl: "..."

"You're not going to tell, are you?"

The girl snorted and turned her face to the other side.

Hong Lang's arms around her waist loosened slightly, and the girl's eyes lit up, thinking she had a chance to take advantage. She was about to struggle...

Snapped!

A crisp sound rang out clearly in the silent night.

The girl froze.

Hong Lang slowly withdrew his right hand from behind her, and then his hand landed heavily on her round, pert buttocks.

The girl's eyes widened, and her fair face flushed red from the base of her neck to the tips of her ears.

"You...you..." Her voice trembled, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"What? You tried to rob me and poison me, so what if I hit you?"

"You bastard!" the girl screamed. "You dare hit me... I..."

Hong Lang slapped her again, this time with even more force, making her round buttocks jiggle.

"So what if I hit you? You're trying to rob and kill me, why should I be polite to you?"

"I...when did I ever mean to kill you!" The girl trembled with rage. "I told you I'd give you a quick death and not let you suffer. Is that what you call killing? That's...that's..."

She talked for a long time, but then she realized that her words were untenable, and her voice grew softer and softer.

"What's it called then?" Hong Lang continued for her, "Compassion?"

The girl fell silent, her cheeks puffed out even more, and her eyes were red, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"You're just a young girl, out here in the middle of the night robbing people and even poisoning them. If your parents found out, they'd probably spank you."

"Shut up! My dad wouldn't hit me! Who do you think you are!"

"Oh, so how did your father teach you? Did he teach you to poison people?"

The girl was speechless and couldn't utter a rebuttal.

She turned her head away angrily, her back to Hong Lang, her whole body trembling slightly.

Hong Lang looked at the stubborn little girl in his arms and suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

"I'm asking you, what's your name?"

The girl remained silent.

"Fine, if you don't want to talk, then we'll just wait it out. I'm not in a hurry anyway."

As Hong Lang spoke, he loosened his grip on her waist, shifted to a more comfortable position, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

The girl began to struggle again: "Let me go! You pervert! You shameless scoundrel! You filthy bastard!"

"If you swear again, I'll hit you again."

The girl's voice stopped abruptly. She bit her lip, her chest heaving violently. She was clearly very angry, but she really didn't dare to curse anymore.

Although the two slaps were through her clothes, the numb and painful shame was still clearly imprinted on her skin, making her both angry and resentful, yet helpless.

After a long while, she managed to squeeze out three words through gritted teeth: "...Wu Xiaoxiao".

"What?"

"I said my name is Wu Xiaoxiao!"

Hong Lang said "Oh," and then asked, "How old are you?"

"……eighteen."

"At eighteen, you're already doing this kind of thing?"

"What do you mean by 'this kind of thing'!" Wu Xiaoxiao exclaimed again, "I'm not a real robber! I just... I just..."

"What is it?"

"I just wanted to see what it felt like to rob someone..."

"Well, you little brat, you don't learn anything good, you just try to rob people!"

Without wasting words, Hong Lang took a rope made of a special material from his horse and tied her up tightly.

Then Hong Lang groped her body to see if she was hiding anything.

Wu Xiaoxiao struggled violently, cursing, "Where are you touching! You pervert! You lecher! You scoundrel! You filthy scoundrel! Try touching me again, and I'll have my dad chop you into mincemeat and make dumplings!"

Hong Lang ignored her and searched her thoroughly, but found nothing except a dagger.

"You dare to rob people with this little bit of possessions?" Hong Lang straightened up, looked at the girl who was tied up like a dumpling, deliberately frowned, and looked her up and down before finally stopping at her chest.

"Oh dear," Hong Lang suddenly drawled, his eyes becoming meaningful, "your chest is so bulging, what treasure are you hiding there?"

Wu Xiaoxiao's face changed drastically, and her voice trembled: "You...you dare! Don't come any closer! If you dare touch me...I...I'll bite my tongue and kill myself!"

Hong Lang squatted down, slowly stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and slowly reached towards her neckline.

Wu Xiaoxiao's eyelashes trembled violently, her amber eyes quickly filled with tears, and her lips quivered, but she bit them down hard to keep from making a sound.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but finally couldn't be held back any longer and fell with a "plop".

Hong Lang's hand froze in mid-air. He looked at those red, swollen eyes and suddenly pulled his hand back.

"Just kidding, I'm not interested in little girls."

Wu Xiaoxiao froze for a moment, then her tears fell even more fiercely: "You...you bastard! You scared me on purpose! You wait, I'll remember you, I'll make you pay sooner or later!"

"Okay, okay, I'll wait." Hong Langman replied casually, his gaze falling on her hands that were tied behind her back.

Those hands were fair and delicate, yet they wore ten rings, each with a different design.

"Why are you wearing so many rings?" Hong Lang asked casually.

Wu Xiaoxiao turned her head away, snorted, and ignored him.

"Not going to talk?" Hong Lang squatted down, tilted his head to look at her, and reached his hand towards her chest.

"I'll tell you!" Wu Xiaoxiao reacted quickly this time, "This is a storage ring! You must have heard of storage rings, right? You country bumpkin who's never seen anything like it!"

Hong Lang's eyes lit up.

Storage rings are really good things; legend has it that they can hold several times the size of the user's belongings. You often see these things in novels.