Looking at the bright smile of the woman in the mirror, Shen Lang suddenly felt that there seemed to be a way to do this, and couldn't help but laugh.

But Leng Yanji was not in a hurry to agree to his so-called mutual pleasing and mutual benefit. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, "I didn't sleep well last night, it seemed like I had a stiff neck and my shoulders were a little sore."

"Uh..." Shen Lang was so smart that he naturally understood what she meant, but he did not frown or showed any displeasure. He naturally stood behind her and gently massaged her shoulders.

Leng Yanji looked at Shen Lang's obedient and obedient appearance, and her little face smiled even better before, she asked proudly: "Hey, what do you think? I am your enemy. Wouldn't you feel very shameful to help the enemy massage their shoulders?"

Shen Lang looked at the bright red joy words on the strong side next to the mirror and said, "But, you are my wife too. What shame do I have?"

"Tsk." Leng Yanji knew Shen Lang's true intention very well and continued: "But what did you say the night before yesterday that it was very dangerous to trade with the witch? Now, you, the master of the Sun Sword, don't you think I'm dangerous?"

"It's time and time. At that time, I was just a prisoner in Buzhou Mountain. What's the difference between Buzhou Mountain and my backyard now?" Shen Lang smiled and said, "And you should know that I have never been a standard righteous monk, and I have no obsession with both the right and the demons. Besides, the demon bones have always been in my body. If I really do hostile to the demons, wouldn't it be hostile to myself?"

"Are you trying to calm my heart?" Leng Yanji asked.

Shen Lang said: "No, I'm just telling the truth."

"After saying so much, don't you want the Demon Heart Pill?" Leng Yanji didn't believe Shen Lang's words at all, but instead showed a cunning smile and said, "But the more you want, the less I will give it to you."

"Then you don't need Haoran Yutian Finger to resolve the cold air in your bloodline?" Shen Lang asked.

"I admit that feeling is very beautiful and comfortable." Leng Yanji said ruthlessly: "But I have survived so many years. In the future, you can still survive without Haoran Yutian finger helping me. So, I don't care too much about your ability."

Shen Lang paused slightly, thinking that this was indeed a cruel woman. Not only was she cruel to others, but she was also so cruel to herself. She was really a difficult person to deal with.

Leng Yanji looked at Shen Lang's helpless expression through the mirror, but the smile on her face was even more proud.

Shen Lang looked at her proud expression and thought about it carefully, the qi in his body suddenly condensed in his fingertips. Since Leng Yanji was not interested, then he would make Leng Yanji rare. Since Leng Yanji was unwilling to agree to his request now, then he would give Leng Yanji some benefits for free.

Because Shen Lang, who grew up in suffering since childhood, understood a truth very deeply.

The principle is: it is easy to go from simplicity to extravagance, and it is difficult to go from extravagance to simple.

If a poor man has never made a fortune, he can always endure the cold weather and the feeling of being hungry and not filling his stomach, and can continue to live even if his life is not satisfactory.

But if he is made a rich man, a group of wives and concubines, a rich family, and a rich family, and a rich family, and a rich family, he will suddenly become a poor man with nothing, this result will be difficult to accept, and many people would rather commit suicide than to endure such a fact.

A man could have endured poverty as long as he had never been rich.

People could have endured darkness, if he had never seen the light...

What Shen Lang has to do now is to let Leng Yanji, who has endured the invasion of cold for decades, enjoy the warmth feeling more, and even make her adapt to the warmth feeling.

And when Leng Yanji got used to warmth, but he no longer helped Leng Yanji...

"Hmph! At that time, who may beg for whom and who will conquer whom." Thinking of this in his heart, Shen Lang urged Haoran to breathe without hesitation, and tried his best to let her enjoy it, and continued to advance on the road to conquering the witch.

The powerful pressing of the five fingers combined with the peaceful Haoranqi in the middle made Leng Yanji unable to help but let out a comfortable hum and immersed in the comfortable feeling as last night again.

In this process of enjoyment, she actually had a little struggle and hesitation in her heart. Because she had realized that this might be a gentle trap. If Shen Lang had not taken the Demon Heart Pill and had she been alert enough, she would have forced to suppress this desire to enjoy.

However, Shen Lang had already taken over the Demon Heart Pill and was also subject to her in the future. Even if she did not enjoy it at this time, she would still give Shen Lang the Demon Heart Pill in the future.

So what reason does she have not to enjoy it?

Thinking of this, Leng Yanji completely let go of her guard and smiled and said, "I'm quite smart. I'll learn to please me so quickly. If you are so obedient every day like today, making me comfortable and happy, it would be okay for me to give you more magic heart pills."

After saying this, Leng Yanji no longer wanted to speak because the feeling was so wonderful at this moment, as if every word she said would disturb the beautiful feeling, so she simply closed her eyes slightly, relaxed completely as if soft and boneless, and leaned gently against Shen Lang behind her.

If she hadn't even moved at this time, she would have walked to the bed, lie comfortably on the bed, and then asked Shen Lang to give her a full-body massage.

Shen Lang looked at her who was completely relaxed and unsuspecting, and looked at her innocent smile on her face at this moment, but she felt a little dazed.

On this day, she rarely wore a black dress or a black robe, but instead wore a green skirt. Her temperament naturally became less cold as before, and more elegant and generous as a man. Her long black hair, which was like a waterfall, was not scattered on her shoulders, and she was not tied behind her head at will. Instead, she meticulously curled up and formed a temple.

Moreover, it was not a common hairstyle for a girl, such as a small snail bun, a two snail bun, a double snail bun or a ring bun, and there were no flowers or beads inserted beads next to the bun. Instead, she tied her long hair, tied her bun and tied a red line to her hair, indicating that her body is tied and her heart is part of her. From then on, she lived in the boudoir room and did not contact other men.

That is actually the hairstyle that a woman will combed after marriage. Whether Shen Lang admits it or not, Leng Yanji's hairstyle is specially combed for him. The red thread on her hair is like the red thread of the Moon Old in the legend, which has already entangled the two of them...

Shen Lang looked at the red thread, and before he knew it, a little real gentleness came to his heart. He couldn't help but think of the innocent and moving smile that Leng Yanji had when she first returned to Buzhou Mountain. He said in his heart: In fact, if she put aside their respective positions, she might not be a bad person... If she hadn't had to deal with me with all her thoughts, why would I deal with her so sinisterly?

But he didn't know that Leng Yanji, who was enjoying her eyes closed, was thinking in her heart: If this kid who was sloppy and would love others, was not a king, and had nothing to do with the righteous path, but just the Holy Son of the Demonic Path, why should I deal with him? And marrying such a person and enjoying his gentle treatment every day, this kind of life is really wonderful."

However, God always likes to joke with people. The Moon-Old irresponsibly tied a red thread, but God set a gap between him and her. Who knows where fate should go?
Chapter completed!