Eat my pear flower needle

Tang Song paused, turned his head, and looked at Dongdan Linglong with strange eyes.

Just for a moment, the green dot on the system map turned red, what did Dongdan Linglong think of?He was actually judged by the system to be a threat to him.

Seeing Tang Song turn around suddenly, Dongdan Linglong leaned forward and waved to him enthusiastically. The whole person squeezed against the wall of the barrel, and the tub covered most of his body. He was even more dressed than Dongdan Linglong When tidy, the skin exposure is even lower.

Thinking of this, Tang Song couldn't help but smile in his eyes, and said softly: "Don't you say the water is cold? Come out, don't catch a cold."

"It's just right when the water is cold." Dong Dan Linglong murmured in his throat, the voice was so low that it was hard to distinguish.

Tang Song asked "Huh?" in doubt, asking questions.

Dongdan Linglong raised his head in an instant, and pressed his palms on the water surface to stimulate his inner strength.

The sound of water bubbles bursting came, and a layer of moist water mist quickly filled the room, like a stage with dry ice, and people could not be seen clearly.

His way of doing this made Tang and Song confused Zhang Erjingang. Dongdan Linglong showed a smile on his face, and his lips moved slightly on his blurred face covered by water mist, and he said loudly: "I want to soak for a while Yes, it won't be cold."

Tang Song looked helplessly at the mist in the room, nodded stiffly, walked back to the bed with both hands and feet, and lay down straight.

He couldn't help but think in his heart: the temperature of water vapor is far more than 100 ℃, Dongdan Linglong really likes to take a "hot" bath, or maybe martial arts masters have their own humidifiers, which can vibrate water at low temperature and high frequency steam?

A series of words such as "thick skin and thick flesh" and "dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water" broke into Tang Song's mind. Thinking of Dongdan Linglong's honey-colored and attractive figure, Tang Song couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. Contrast laughed out loud, and made up a Q-version picture of a roasted suckling pig with Dongdan Linglong's head on its head.

The more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it became. Even though Tang Song knew it was impolite, he still couldn't help turning over and covering his mouth and nose with a pillow, laughing one after another.

"What are you laughing at?" Dongdan Linglong didn't know when he came out of the tub, but he didn't make a sound before he opened his mouth.

He made Tang Song tremble with fright, turned around stiffly, and looked up at the young man from Miao Jiang who was asking questions.

As soon as Tang Song met, he knew that Dongdan Linglong had a tall and strong figure. After all, he was dressed shirtless, showing his entire upper body clearly in front of everyone.

But now that he has taken a bath, his skin still has an oily luster, tightly wrapping every muscle in his body, so Tang Song can't help but pay attention.

A man with such an eye-catching figure standing directly in the candlelight, combined with a bed full of ancient charm, is even more tempting than modern male models shooting underwear advertisements. After all, the "content" is also amazing... big.

He stands quietly in front of Tang Song like a ferocious beast resting, full of original ecological beauty that makes people unable to take their eyes off.

Although the system map can see the status of people around him, it is not facing the computer screen. It is impossible for Tang Song to stare at the system map all the time, and only call it out when he has nothing to do.

Therefore, he was taken aback because he knew nothing about Dongdan Linglong's approach.

Dongdan Linglong also noticed his stiffness, stood naked in front of the bed, stared at Tang Song with doubts in his eyes, and asked directly: "Are you unprepared for me?"

Tang Song thought carefully for a while, shook his head, and said concisely: "Yes."

"But you have never mobilized your inner strength in front of me. I know you have inner strength." Dongdan Linglong pointed out the problem in a burst of blood, and then quickly wiped the water droplets on his body with a cloth towel, and squeezed onto the bed , sitting next to Tang Song and pulling him up from the bed.

Three slender fingers with well-articulated joints pinched Tang Song's wrist, and Dongdan Linglong only let go after touching it for a while.

He looked up at Tang Song with a surprised expression, raised his voice slightly and said, "I'm pinching your veins, why don't you know how to resist at all? Do you know how dangerous it is!"

"...I don't think there is a problem." Tang Song paused for a while before speaking.

Dongdan Linglong looked at Tang Song with disapproval, as if he had said something heinous.

Tang Song didn't know how to explain this problem to Dongdan Linglong—his body was given as a gift card.

Injuries that are difficult to heal for ordinary people are just a matter of a few bottles of red medicine or sitting cross-legged on the spot for him.

"I really don't know who would raise a killer like you." Dongdan Linglong complained and raised his head.

He looked at Tang Song seriously, grabbed his wrist again with his palm, and spoke as straightforwardly as ever: "I just penetrated an internal force along your meridian, but you didn't resist at all. It must not be that you are particularly relieved of me , It can only show that you have a deep internal force in your body, but you can't use it at all-this is not good! Walking in the rivers and lakes, no one will tell whether your internal force is cultivated by yourself, or whether you can use it. As long as you have martial arts, you can only do things in the world. Since you are a member of the Tang Sect, why don't you go to them and let them teach you-this is the responsibility of the Tang Sect, even if they only teach It doesn't matter if you have superficial internal skills. Internal skills can be mastered in everything, especially kung fu of the same school."

Tang Song nodded after listening. Although he heard the following content for the first time, he also knew that the problems he faced were difficult to solve.

Tang Sect's skills, whether it's Feather Shocking Jue or Tianluo Guidance, all rely on crossbow arrows and hidden weapons, and after he has used up those arrows and hidden weapons in the thousand receivers, he can't find a substitute at all, and he can't use them for the time being. Looking for mineral sources to manufacture, once the weapon is exhausted, he will no longer be able to use Tangmen skills.

It is a very dangerous thing.

Seeing that Dongdan Linglong was concerned about this, he organized his language, combined the setting of Tangmen in the game and his appearance, and made up a more real life experience, explaining his current situation: "I followed my mother in the Western Regions since I was a child. Life, she is from the Central Plains. I was still young when my mother passed away, and was adopted by an organization. They taught me to use the hidden bow and crossbow weapon, but before I left the army, the organization disappeared without a trace. Later, I went everywhere Wandering, I met a desolate old man at that time. He took me away and insisted on teaching me the exercises. After the teaching was over, he suddenly became gray-haired and looked like he was about to die. He explained His last words were to let me go to Tangmen to find an old lady."

The background, experience, sect, and internal strength are all explained clearly, combining many classics of martial arts classics, and I can't help but give myself 32 likes.

Thinking about it this way, I can't help being a little excited!

Dongdan Linglong had no doubts about Tang Song's words.

After all, apart from himself, Dongdan Linglong had never seen other silver-haired people, and the color of his eyes could not be changed no matter how disguised he was.

As for the organization that Tang and Song said originally adopted him, it was probably destroyed by the expansion of the Holy Fire Gate. According to the time, there is really no doubt. The only possible problem is whether the "mother" of Tang and Song is his own.

However, he couldn't help Tang Song with the issue of using internal force.

The internal strength of the Poison Immortal Sect follows a feminine and treacherous route. He has been supplemented with various poisons since he was a child, and he often needs to intertwine with a woman's feminine body to release yang energy when breaking through the shackles.

Afterwards, those women will undoubtedly die.

As the holy son of the teaching school, his way of practicing kung fu is absolutely insidious as one can imagine. There were as many as 55 children who practiced the secret poison classics. Dong Danlin hoped that this group of boys would be trained by someone other than him Poison power, so as to get rid of him.

But in the end, he was the only one who was able to accomplish great feats and win the title of Holy Son.

When performing exercises, the meridians flow backwards and the blood qi surges. If other Jianghu people are like this, they must go mad and die from bleeding from the seven orifices. On the other hand, Dongdan Linglong has never practiced other internal skills, so naturally he has never tried the normal way of exercise. .

Therefore, Dongdan Linglong didn't know how to guide Tang Song to use the coveted deep internal force in his body.

"You have been mistaken for me by the gang of beggars. They are numerous and powerful, and their eyeliners are all over the world. I am afraid that your portrait has been spread all over the world as the son of the Poison Immortal Sect. If you don't learn how to use your internal strength, you will never be able to walk away alive." Go back to the Tang Sect." Dongdan Linglong felt that he should help Tang Song to recognize the reality and know what is important.

Tang Song nodded, but his lips were tightly closed, and he didn't say a word.

He thought to himself: In martial arts novels, anyone who practices martial arts has to learn from a master, and then the master will be the "father". It is a cold and painful thing that the master can't refute.

It's okay to have a master like Xiaolongnv, if he recognizes the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River, he really can only live with Brother Diao in this life.

The two couldn't help but fell silent on the issue of martial arts practice. After a while Tang Song came back to his senses, seeing Dongdan Linglong sitting naked on the edge of the bed, he hurriedly rubbed himself in, moved him out of the warm blanket, and got into the bed. In another quilt.

"Come in, it's cold." Tang Song lay on his side, facing Dongdan Linglong and patted the bed.

Dongdan Linglong got into the quilt neatly, frowned, got up and piled the quilts of the two together, and stood next to Tang Song, and said: "The quilts in the inn are too thin, and they will definitely fall in the middle of the night." shivering from the cold."

Tang and Song had never been to southern Xinjiang, and knew nothing about the temperature difference between day and night. Hearing what Dongdan Linglong said, instead of refuting him, he even put his hand on his arm.

The skin in his hand was slightly cool, Tang Song thought to himself: It is indeed quite cold at night.

When Dongdan Linglong saw Tang Song's reaction, his heart blossomed with joy, and he stretched out his arms to hug Tang Song, and entangled his limbs rudely.

Tang Song was not used to such close contact, his body couldn't help but froze, and then he relaxed his body, just as if Dongdan Linglong was really frozen, he put his hand on Dongdan Linglong's back, and continued to touch it, it was indeed cold of.

"Is it still cold?" Before Dongdan Linglong could explain, Tang Song had already found the reason for him.

Dongdan Linglong buried his head in Tang Song's neck and rubbed it, the corners of his mouth curled up, his fingers curled his long hair back and forth, and his voice revealed a laziness: "It's so warm."

The slightly curly hair scratched Tang Song's cheek, and he couldn't help sneezing. Looking at the dark hair in front of him, recalling Hua Qinnan's description of the appearance of the son of the Poison Immortal Sect, he asked, "You Why is your hair black?"

Dongdan Linglong's voice was laziness, revealing the smell of drowsiness: "The magic skill is great, it has turned purple."

Purple!Not black?

Tang Song was taken aback, and carefully searched for a strand of hair that had fallen out. He looked carefully at the candle for a long time, and finally found a faint purple in it.

It turned out that because the purple was too rich, his hair color was almost pure black.

"After success, the deeper the internal strength, the deeper the purple hair." Dongdan Linglong grabbed Tang Song's palm held in front of her with his backhand, inserted five fingers between his fingers, and tucked him back into the bed, His chin rubbed against the top of Tang Song's head, "It will hurt."

Tang Song: "..."

It turned out that the hair was longer, didn't it already fall out?

Shame on Orz!

Tang Song quickly closed his eyes, and Dongdan Linglong patted his waist lightly, which quickly made him relax and fall asleep.

Dong Dan Linglong, who had been keeping his eyes closed all this time, opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, without any sleepiness, he looked at the sleeping person in his arms, his fingers were drawn on his facial features, and finally they landed on the Adam's apple of his neck and rubbed gently.

"...um...uh, huh~?" Tang Song frowned slightly, panting repressedly in his throat, feeling oppressed for a while in the mist.

Gently patted his back, Dongdan Linglong smiled with satisfaction, got up and dressed and walked out the door.

He stopped abruptly, looked down and saw the panda suddenly hanging on his lap, bent down and reached out to touch the thick fur on the top of its head, put his fingers on his lips to make a silent gesture, then picked up the panda quietly. Noisily walked out of the room.

"What's the matter, Master Shengzi?" Hua Qinnan sat in front of the chess table, with a black stone sandwiched between his slender fingers, and put it on the chess board with a "da!" Dongdan Linglong.

☆, life experience is a mystery