Chapter 693 Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 53
Naituanzi adhered to the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and loving the young. He did not argue with him, but remained motionless, waiting for him to bring the bowl.
“Cough cough cough…”
Chen Lang had just stood up, and before he could sit up, his wound was affected, his lungs were throbbing with pain, and he was coughing continuously. His face was pale, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.
Milk ball was afraid of accidentally touching his wound, so he didn't dare to pat his back and could only give him a look that said he deserved it.
"What's that look in your eyes?"
Chen Lang had no choice but to lie back on the bed. When he raised his eyes, he met Naituanzi's complicated gaze.
Naturally, Naituanzi wouldn't tell the truth: "The look of respecting the old and loving the young."
Men are just acting like that.
Chen Lang lay on the bed, only his eyes moved flexibly. He pursed his lips:
"I'm not stupid."
So I won’t believe it.
Milk ball changed the subject, raised his pillow, and fed him medicine:
"Do you like her?"
Chen Lang: "Children should stay out of the adult business."
He must be crazy to discuss the issue of love with a child who still smells of milk.
"I can't just ignore her affairs."
Naituanzi's tone was not firm, but if you listened carefully, you could hear it was full of assertiveness.
It was the first time that Chen Lang was fed medicine. He felt unnatural and embarrassed. He hesitated for a long time before slowly opening his mouth.
The medicine was too bitter, so the embarrassment was suppressed.
He returned the focus to what Milk Balloon had said: "What is your relationship with her?"
Today's group of assassins were obviously here for the milk dumpling. It was impossible for Meng Changxi not to see it. Faced with a situation where the enemy outnumbered us and we could die at any time, she still chose to stand in front of him. It was completely inexplicable that the former princess of Meng Kingdom protected the future crown prince of Northern Qi with her life.
Milk ball blinked: "It's like a mother-son relationship."
He used the word "like".
Like, means not.
While Shen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, he fell into even more confusing doubts.
So why did Meng Changxi protect him?
"Be good, open your mouth and drink the medicine."
Seeing him keep silent and think, Milk Balloon tried hard to shoulder the responsibility of being a little man.
Just as Chen Lang frowned, Naituanzi spoke again in annoyance:
"You're so difficult, it's really hard for me to do this."
Chen Lang like this always reminds Naituanzi of a stray cat he once rescued.
He fed it medicine, but instead of knowing what was good for it, it kicked over his medicine bowl with a look of disgust, and finally left proudly with its tail up.
Shen Lang clearly felt that he was different from his peers. He was more mature and his way of speaking was more formal:
"Children are better off being well behaved and lovable."
Milk ball: "I don't need to please you."
Chen Lang: "Who do you want to please?"
Naituanzi raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face translated as - "Is there any need to ask?"
Chen Lang: “…”
He really didn't want to get jealous of a baby.
"Alang, I have to take care of her and you as well. It's very tiring. Please cooperate with me."
Milk ball held up the spoon and fed it to his mouth.
Chen Lang: “…”
He killed countless people, but in the end, he was taught a lesson by a baby.
When Quan Jiu entered the room, the bowl of medicine was almost empty. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes:
"So cooperative?"
Naituanzi quickly cleaned up the medicine bowl and didn't forget to wipe Chen Lang's mouth:
"Changxi, Alang is very obedient, you don't have to worry."
Quan Jiu: “…”
Watching Milk Ball wiping Shen Lang's mouth, a scene inexplicably emerged in her mind.
The old father, paralyzed by a stroke and unable to take care of himself, lies motionless on the hospital bed, and his filial son takes care of his eating, drinking, defecation and urination.
A filial son...
Quan Jiu looked at the five-year-old baby boy and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"The arrow hit you in a very tricky spot. If you hadn't heard the noise and moved your body in advance, the arrow would have 100% pierced your heart."
Shen Lang finally saw her figure and didn't want to look away, staring at her straight.
"Do you hear what I'm saying?"
Seeing that he didn't respond, Quan Jiu came to the bedside and looked down at him.
Shen Lang stared into her eyes with his dark eyes:
"I knew I couldn't dodge that arrow."
Everything happened so fast that even though he was a martial arts expert and tried his best, he could only barely avoid the fatal wounds.
"The moment I was shot, I had only one thought in my mind: if the arrow had been smeared with the Seven Breaths Deadly Powder, I would probably have died here today."
The Seven Breaths Life-Snatching Powder took effect in too short a time. Within seven breaths, it could take a life. On the brink of death, the last thought in his mind was...
Fortunately, he was the one who was injured. If she had been shot by a crossbow with her fragile body, she would have been in so much pain that she would have almost died.
Shen Lang did not say the rest of the sentence, but Quan Jiu automatically discerned his unfinished business from his gentle eyes.
"Does the wound still hurt?" Quan Jiu sat beside the bed.
Chen Lang: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Quan Jiu curled his lips:
"You're lying. Arrows fired from a mechanical crossbow are four to five times more powerful and forceful than those fired by hand. A tree trunk as thick as a grown man's waist can be pierced by a single arrow. Why are you trying to show off your prowess to me now?"
The arrow was only a few millimeters away from hitting Shen Lang's heart. Even with her excellent medical skills, she was powerless to save him.
Chen Lang was indeed in pain all over, especially on his left chest. The mechanical crossbow had too much killing power. He felt like he was split in half by an axe at the chest. He was just chatting with Naituanzi just now, but he was just trying to hold on.
Of course, he is not trying to be strong on purpose. The living environment he has been living in since he was a child has made him accustomed to concealing all his emotions, which has almost become an instinct engraved in his bones.
Shen Lang's eyes moved slightly, staring at the bed frame above his head, avoiding her sight:
"It does hurt a little, but I can still bear it."
Quan Jiu: "Master Shen, have you ever heard the saying, 'Only the crying child gets candy?'"
Shen Lang's eyes dimmed slightly.
Heard of it.
But this has nothing to do with him.
If he cries, he will only die faster.
Quan Jiu naturally knew his inner thoughts:
"Sir Shen, please be kind enough to speak up."
Shen Lang looked down and saw a brown candied fruit lying in her palm.
"It's really hard to find snacks in your East Factory. I searched the entire East Factory and only found this small bag."
Quan Jiu picked up the oil-paper bag and waved it in front of him.
"I've been looking for the fruits of my labor for a long time. Do you want them?"
Shen Lang would naturally take what she gave him.
The candied fruit tasted sweet but a bit greasy. Normally he didn't like sweets, but today, perhaps because it was too bitter, the greasy sweet candied fruit finally seemed acceptable to him.
Quan Jiu handed the oil-paper bag to Naituanzi: "Would you like one?"
Naituanzi thought about it and shook his head: "Alang is so pitiful, you should give it to him."
He said this willingly.
Shen Lang's bottomless black eyes fell on his chubby face, and inexplicably felt a little warmth.
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