Just as Yang Qionghua's plain hands were about to touch the Tianlang face towel, Tianlang's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were full of coldness. He turned his head and looked at Yang Qionghua: "What do you want to do?"

Yang Qionghua turned around in fear, her face was hot, which made her suddenly think of the embarrassing thing that she ran to the kitchen to steal food and was discovered by her master when she was a child: "No, nothing, I just, I just..."

Tianlang's tone was filled with evil spirit: "If you want to see my face clearly, you will soon take your virginity - Of course, you have to remember the man who fucks for the rest of your life, right?"

Yang Qionghua felt angry, and turned her head to point at Tianlang and cursed: "Shameless lewd, you, go to die!"

Tianlang smiled and the light shone in his deep eyes: "If I really die, will you be sad?"

Yang Qionghua's face was flushed with shame, turned her head, and turned her back to Tianlang, and anger appeared in her voice: "You shameless lewd, I wish I had never seen you in my life, so how could I be sad?! If you die, I'm not happy yet, but before you die, I must save my senior brother Zhan and then promise to die."

Tianlang suddenly sighed: "Women are so scary. If they are far away, they will be resentful; if they are close, they will be dissatisfied." After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, like an old monk entering into meditation, without any sound.

A loud snoring sound came, and Tianlang actually snored. The sound was as if a thunder had hit in the air. Yang Qionghua had never heard such a snoring sound since she came out of her womb. This was even more unbearable than his feet that smelled.

Yang Qionghua had no choice but to sit up and silently practice the Bing Xin Art to let herself enter an ethereal state. Soon, she was forgetful of things and her senses were completely closed.

After the luck of the two Zhoutians, Yang Qionghua opened her eyes and suddenly found that the room had been lit. Tianlang was still lying on the bed with his head resting on his hands, staring at the beam of the room without moving.

Yang Qionghua's first reaction was to touch her clothes, and everything was as usual. A knot she deliberately tied when she went to bed was still there. It seemed that this Tianlang did not take advantage of her exercises to make her weaker. Yang Qionghua breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt that the man around her was not so annoying.

She looked at Tianlang and shouted angrily: "Hey, what do you mean?"

Tianlang's eyes didn't turn for a moment, and his tone was full of biting cold: "Last night, I planned today's action plan and came up with fourteen or five, but I was not sure. I fell asleep as I thought about it. It was that simple."

He suddenly sat up, turned his head to look at Yang Qionghua, with a smile in his eyes: "Are you very happy now and escaped a disaster?"

Yang Qionghua's pink face suddenly became hot. Although Tianlang was told to her, the woman's shyness still made her feel at a loss. She lowered her head, her voice was low, and she felt a little grateful: "Tianlang, it seems that you are still a gentleman. I misunderstood you. Have you thought of a plan to save people now? I'll go with you."

Tianlang laughed: "Just your skill and unsustainable temperament, you will only drag me back when you go. Stay here honestly. And I thought about it all night and my head was blown up, and I haven't come up with a good plan yet."

Yang Qionghua suddenly felt anxious, and quickly raised her head and said, "Then keep thinking, it's dawn, I can go and cook for you."

Tianlang looked at Yang Qionghua with a smile: "You are not saying that saving people is like putting out a fire now? It seems that your relationship with Zhan Mubai is not so deep! Or, I slept with me, Tianlang, and I will fall in love with you all night?"

Yang Qionghua's heart was infuriated and she spat under the bed: "The dog can't spit out ivory."

Tianlang's eyes suddenly became sharp, and his voice suddenly returned to his usual coldness: "Mr. Yang, you were lucky yesterday. I, Tianlang, kept my word. You slept with me all night, and I will go to save Zhan Mubai now. But don't forget that you still owe me one night. When I save the Zhan surname, I will definitely ask you for it. I have always had a good memory, and I won't have to oversleep at that time."

After Tianlang finished speaking, under Yang Qionghua's angry eyes, he jumped out of bed, put on his boots, and walked straight to the door without looking at Yang Qionghua.

With his hand stretched out and pulled the door, Tianlang's tall figure blocked the light coming from outside, and his words clearly reached Yang Qionghua's ears: "Mr. Yang, you can wait here for ten days. At this time in ten days, if I haven't come back yet, you can leave."

When he brought it to the door, Tianlang breathed a sigh of relief. His head was a little swollen because of his excessive thinking yesterday, but he thought to himself: I will tell you, are you and your Senior Brother Zhan now becoming a piece of chess piece in my plan? You only have your Senior Brother in your heart, and what I want is much bigger than this.

Eight days later, the northern desert and Juyanhai were located in the desert. There were more caravans coming and going, forming a large nomadic market with nomadic style. There were no city blocks, only a few thousand tents. There were trading stalls of large and small sizes in front of each tent, with a wide variety of goods on it.

Although the Ming and Mongolia are in a semi-war state and official trade is suspended, the smuggled goods are still everywhere. On the two largest stalls, you can even see the top-notch silk embroidered with gold thread when Tianlang smuggled a few days ago.

Tianlang changed into a Mongolian dress, with a leather hat and robe, and a pair of human skin masks on his face. Disguise was a craft he learned in Sanqingguan, Huangshan many years ago. Over the years, he has gone deep into the dragon and tiger den countless times. This craft has long been perfect in his hands. It is not as lifeless as ordinary masked people. It can even express various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness with the face behind the mask.

It has been the eighth day. Tianlang has been to the Hero Sect Headquarters in Juyanhai several times. Although it has not been exposed, Zhan Mubai is not only in a strict place to guard the place where he is detained, but also has two places to be detained every day. Therefore, Tianlang has never had the chance to take action. Seeing that there is not much time, he began to plan his last response plan.

The two doors of the Hero Gate's main rut opened with a creaking sound. Huang Zongwei, whom I saw last time, walked out with more than 20 subordinates, including Tartars and Han people, and even two bald monks and a bull-nosed Taoist priest.
Chapter completed!