Feeling the strange changes coming from the palm of his hand, the thing grew longer and bigger like Sun Wukong's Ruyi Golden Cudgel, and Qin Chu's face turned red.

Just as he was about to retract his hand, his wrist was grabbed. Qin Chu was shocked and struggled to get rid of it, but Wang Lang's hand grabbed Qin Chu tightly.

The two were very close and their posture was quite strange. Qin Chu was holding the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand.

Wang Lang's eyes were blurred, and he looked at Qin Chu's cheeks with a painful expression. He reached out to hold Qin Chu's face. Wang Lang said with a tremolo, "Yezi, is it you Yezi?"

Qin Chu looked flustered and didn't know how to continue, but he saw Wang Lang as tears as if he was a child.

"Yezi, I miss you." Wang Lang hugged Qin Chu and choked softly.

A man doesn’t cry easily, but he hasn’t reached the sad place.

Qin Chu felt the man in his arms like a child, gradually let go of his resistance and gently patted Wang Lang's back. He didn't know who Ye Zi could make this cold man cry like a child.

He felt something was wrong while hugging Qin Chu. Wang Lang's breathing became heavier bit by bit. He exhaled a breath of heat in Qin Chu's ear.

Qin Chu's whole body became soft.

He was pushed directly, Wang Lang carried his gun up and entered one after another.

Qin Chu's fingernails were deeply trapped in Wang Lang's back, and they were in pain and happiness.

Wang Lang collided gently, and Qin Chu resisted from the beginning to the final cater to the end.

When it was almost dawn, Wang Lang fainted and lay on Qin Chu and slept soundly. His original yellow face was already angry.

Qin Chu, who was covered in tears, wanted to push Wang Lang away, but found that he had no strength. He was sleeping sounding in his ears, which made people feel at ease.

Qin Chu, who was also quite tired, fell asleep slowly.

At almost nine o'clock, the dogs and men and women in the next room stood up one after another.

When Huang Fei Rat was wearing his pants, he grabbed two pieces of meat that Widow Zhao had proudly raised.

It attracted Widow Zhao's charming eyes, "Damn, did you hear any sound next door last night?"

Huang Feishi lifted his pants and said, "Sound? No, I fell asleep after handing over the food. What's the sound?"

"It's like the sound we made last night." Widow Zhao put on her dress and got off the kang, then went to the next house.

When he pushed the door, he found two people overlapping on the kang. He tiptoed to look up and took a look, covered his mouth and went out. Huang Feishi then came and fiddled with his hair.

When the two left the house, Huang Feishu sincerely exclaimed, "It's good to be young, but they are all so capable."

At noon.

Qin Chu woke up and was completely awake now. He realized what had happened before. He handed over a woman like this for the first time, but he was still a man he didn't know at all. This man even regarded her as another woman.

Thinking of this, Qin Chu felt very upset.

But when Qin Chu saw Wang Lang's side face, he couldn't help but remember Wang Lang, who looked like a child yesterday, and couldn't help feeling distressed again. He reached out to pinch Wang Lang's ears.

After having strength on his body, Qin Chu pushed Wang Lang away, looked down at the bright red on the kang, and his pretty face rose.

He looked at Wang Lang who was sleeping again, Qin Chu bit his lip, leaned over and kissed Wang Lang on his side.

After putting on his clothes, Qin Chu returned to his usual expression.

Qin Chu, who wanted to leave the kang, suddenly frowned and sat back on the kang. Qin Chu gritted his teeth when he was tearing and hurt.

After resting for a long time, Qin Chu took a short walk out.

Huang Feimao, who was smoking in the yard, grinned, "Dr. Qin woke up?"

Qin Chu nodded, "Mr. Huang."

"It's getting late, it's past twelve o'clock." Huang Feishi said with a silly smile.

Qin Chu's eyes dodged and sat on a small bench, "I was too tired yesterday."

“Understand, understand.”

Obviously, Huang Feishi had a broken understanding.

Qin Chu changed the topic, "Where are the others?"

Huang Feishi fiddled with his hair, "Master Shizuka is gone, and everyone else is still fiddling with the things in the tomb."

Qin Chu nodded and said nothing.

After lunch, Qin Chu went back to the house, but Wang Lang was still asleep.

Qin Chu turned around and left.

Huang Feishi didn't expect Wang Lang to sleep for so long, and couldn't wait for Wang Lang. Huang Feishi asked Widow Zhao to take good care of Wang Lang and went to the tomb himself.

This made Widow Zhao very happy. After Huang Feishi left for a while, Widow Zhao diligently wiped Wang Lang's body. She played with Wang Lang's gun for a long time.

A day later, Huang Fei Rat, covered in soil, came back and found that Wang Lang was still sleeping, so he asked the mute to go to the town to take Baoye over and take a look.

After taking the pulse, Master Bao checked Wang Lang's wound again.

"It's nothing serious. I've come alive and am in a coma. I won't be able to wake up soon."

After seeing off Master Bao, Huang Feishu breathed a sigh of relief, sat next to Wang Lang, reached out to take out a card, a purple-gold card from his pocket.

The thing that the yellow fat rat touched out of the coffin in the first tomb that day.

Hu Zhenshan came once in the middle, and he was still thinking about killing Wang Lang, but this time Huang Fei Rat didn't stop him, as if you were apt to kill him.

Obviously, the tiger was timid.

All the things that could be taken in the tomb were taken away. Mr. Lu and Hei Bai Wuchang never came out again after they entered. Qin Chu finally left. Before leaving, he looked at Wang Lang, obviously having something to say, but Wang Lang had not woken up yet. Qin Chu had to leave with loss.

Two days later, Wang Lang woke up and sat in a daze on the kang.

After sleeping for a few days, Wang Lang felt like he had gone through the past half of his life again.

Physically and mentally exhausted, Wang Lang was unprecedentedly weak at this time, and he felt that he was exhausted to speak.

Widow Zhao, who originally wanted to come in to take advantage of the situation, saw Wang Lang awake.

"Little brother is awake?" Widow Zhao giggled.

Wang Lang nodded weakly. For some reason, the nose was filled with the perfume smell from Widow Zhao.

"How many days have I slept?" Wang Lang asked, his voice hoarse.

"Oh, these days have been around for a few days, and there will always be four or five days." Widow Zhao smiled.

Wang Lang lowered his head, and he really had no strength. "Do you have any food?"

Widow Zhao nodded quickly and soon laid a basin for Wang Lang.

After eating a pot of lightly, Wang Lang handed it to Widow Zhao, "Come more."

After eating six bowls of rice, Wang Lang said he would not eat it anymore.

Widow Zhao was already in chaos. She lived in her thirties and had never seen such a edible food.

Huang Feishi, who heard that Wang Lang had woken up, hurriedly ran back and breathed a sigh of relief, "Master Long, you are finally awake." He turned around and shouted at Widow Zhao, "What are you doing while standing there? Go and cook for Master Long."

Widow Zhao pointed to the basin that had not been washed yet, "He has eaten six basins."

Looking at the basin that was large on the side of the washbasin, Huang Feimao twitched his eyes and asked, "Master Long, are you full?"

Wang Lang nodded and wanted to get up, but found that he still had no strength. He lowered his head and saw the cross-shaped wound on his wrist, "Thank you."

"I mean nothing."

"Where are the others?" Wang Lang asked.

"Apart from Mr. Lu, everyone has left?"

"He is still in the tomb?" Wang Lang asked back.

Huang Feishi nodded.

"I have to catch that red snake, right?" Wang Lang said angrily.
Chapter completed!