Godly Dragon Guard

Feng Luan lost control of her emotions.

Shen Lang helped him get rid of the poison before and saved her life. But not only did he not feel the slightest gratitude in his heart, he actually hated Shen Lang deeply and even thought of killing him several times.

Feng Luan knew in her heart that Shen Lang did not do anything offensive to her, but instead threatened to kill him at every turn.

But now, Shen Lang is willing to sacrifice his life in order to save himself.

A man is willing to sacrifice his life for a woman... Feng Luan's emotional intelligence is not low, and she quickly thought of a possibility.

Her heart was very heavy, and her face was filled with sadness that she could not let go of.

Feng Luan wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and said softly: "I'm sorry Shen Lang. I didn't know that you had admiration for me, and you were even willing to sacrifice your life for me. Logically speaking, if you did that to me, you would be considered to have skin. Dear, but Feng Luan can't..."

"I have been married to my senior brother since I was a child. I cannot fall in love with another man. Shen Lang, please forgive me. I will bury you properly and then step on the Tianji Gate to avenge you!"

Feng Luan sobbed softly, her body trembling slightly.

In the eyes of outsiders, Feng Luan has always been the kind of cold and aloof goddess, and this is the first time she shows such an expression.

Feng Luan thought Shen Lang was dead, but she didn't realize that the black ring on the index finger of Shen Lang's right hand was emitting a trace of black gas and entering Shen Lang's body.

Shen Lang was not dead, but his body was severely traumatized.

Fortunately, Shen Lang's body was protected by the Divine Guidance Sutra, which prevented Shen Lang's injuries from worsening, and his body fell into a short sleep.

Even if this was the case, there was a high probability that Shen Lang would be seriously injured and die.

After the black air entered Shen Lang's dantian, all the black air in his dantian suddenly began to spin at high speed, like a shot of chicken blood.

It seemed that he instinctively sensed that the host's life was in danger, and spontaneously generated a stream of pure black Qi to irrigate Shen Lang's whole body.

With such a stimulus, Shen Lang woke up from his sleep and coughed out a large mouthful of blood.

Shen Lang was seriously injured. Apart from being conscious, he was so weak that he couldn't even breathe.

But Shen Lang heard what Feng Luan just said, and this woman had some conscience after all.

When Feng Luan said that she was married to her senior brother and could not fall in love with her, Shen Lang suddenly felt unbalanced.

Although his good impression of Feng Luan has not yet reached the level of love, Shen Lang still inexplicably dislikes Feng Luan's senior brother.

Haha, Shen Lang found it a bit ridiculous that he was almost dead from injury, yet he still thought about this in his mind.

Feng Luan was digging under a tree at the bottom of the cliff, hoping to bury Shen Lang properly, when she suddenly heard a cough from behind.

"Who!" Feng Luan held down the soft sword at her waist, turned her head and looked back with alert eyes, and saw a hand suddenly stretched out from the deep pit that Shen Lang had fallen into!

Feng Luan was startled. She was sure that Shen Lang had indeed died at that time. Could it be that he came back to life?

She hurriedly ran to the big pit where Shen Lang fell into, and saw blood spilling from the corners of Shen Lang's mouth, nose, and ears, but he seemed to be breathing weakly.

Feng Luan's beautiful eyes lit up, and she quickly picked up Shen Lang from the pit and gently helped him sit on the ground.

Stretching out her jade hand and pressing it on Shen Lang's back, Feng Luan clenched her silver teeth and stimulated the true energy in her body, trying to heal Shen Lang's injuries.

Stimulated by another strong zhenqi, Shen Lang spurted out another mouthful of blood.

Feng Luan panicked and asked, "Shen Lang, how are you feeling?"

"I wasn't dead at first...I was almost killed by you..." Shen Lang said weakly, vomiting blood one after another.

Feng Luan's face turned pale: "Yes... I'm sorry, I... what can I do to save you!"

"There is a box of silver needles in my coat, take it out..." Shen Lang's face was as golden as paper, and it was his limit to be able to speak like this.

Feng Luan immediately took out a jade box from the pocket of Shen Lang's jacket, which contained rows of silver needles, a total of 108.

"Then what!" Feng Luan asked hurriedly, holding the jade box.

"Take off my clothes..." Shen Lang said weakly.

"Ah?" Feng Luan was stunned.

"I want you... to help me with the injection." Shen Lang said word by word.

"good!"

Feng Luan gritted her teeth and hurriedly started to help Shen Lang undress.

Feng Luan took off Shen Lang's shirt, revealing his solid arms and muscles, and his streamlined upper body was perfect.

Feng Luan had never undressed a man before, and her face felt slightly hot.

After taking off her top, Feng Luan looked at Shen Lang's lower body and asked in a low voice: "Do you still want to take it off?"

Shen Lang said: "Of course, don't leave any behind."

If you don’t have anything left, don’t you have to take off your clothes there too? When Feng Luan thought of this, she instinctively resisted.

"If you want to die without saving me...then forget it." Shen Lang said something unhappy.

Feng Luan blushed and saw that Shen Lang had closed his eyes. Feng Luan really didn't want to watch Shen Lang die.

Shen Lang had risked his life to save him, but he still cared about this!

Taking a deep breath, Feng Luan's pretty face had a hint of blush, but she still decided to untie the belt of Shen Lang's pants.

Soon, Feng Luan untied Shen Lang's belt and took off Shen Lang's pants.

But when it came time to take off Shen Lang's last pair of shorts, Feng Luan was so ashamed that she struggled mentally for a while.

"Feng Luan, Shen Lang thinks that touching you is to help you drive away the poison. If Shen Lang hadn't saved you, you would have fallen off the cliff and died."

"Feng Luan, you are so shameless, are you worthy of your senior brother?"

"Feng Luan, you just watched your savior die. You are so cold-blooded..."

After struggling for a while, Feng Luan took off Shen Lang's last pair of shorts. Unavoidably, she saw something she shouldn't have seen, and her face was so red that it could bleed.

Although there was insufficient light at the bottom of the cliff, it was broad daylight, and Shen Lang could still clearly see the expression of extreme shame on Feng Luan's face, which made Shen Lang a little embarrassed. Feng Luan was still more conservative than he imagined.

"The silver needle is inserted into the Changqiang acupoint, Yaoshu, Yangguan, Mingmen, and Xuanshu acupoints to penetrate the true energy and form a node." Shen Lang broke the embarrassment and said a little weakly.

Feng Luan suppressed the shame in her heart, and followed Shen Lang's instructions and began to help him administer the needles to introduce the true energy.

As a martial arts cultivator, Feng Luan naturally knows the acupuncture points of the human body very well.

Feng Luan's green jade fingers slid over Shen Lang's body. The warm and soft feeling suddenly gave Shen Lang a different kind of stimulation, and he even had some physiological reactions.

Of course Feng Luan knew that this was a normal reaction for a man. However, she couldn't help but complain in her heart that Shen Lang was still thinking about dirty things at this time. This man was really sexy.

Although it was a startling glimpse, it was still imprinted in Feng Luan's mind, and she will probably never forget it in her life.

Because she was too nervous and ashamed, a trace of sweat broke out on Feng Luan's white neck, and her face was as hot as fire. She tried her best to avoid Shen Lang's eyes and began to help Shen Lang's acupuncture. (To be continued)