Matrilocal Son-in-law Is Supreme

0On the bathroom floor, the naked flat-headed man, Black Skin, and the hook nose were all folded together, with their arms and legs intertwined.    

    

This scene was already shocking to begin with. What was even worse was that the three of them had their eyes closed and a subtle smile hung on their faces. The entire scene was as eye-piercing as it could get.    

    

"I... "Damn …" Someone cursed, dumbstruck.    

    

Someone turned their head and held the door frame for support while they retched.    

    

There was even someone who held it in for a few seconds before exclaiming, "That was f * cking awesome! You even want to play like this? "    

    

"Quickly come and see!" Hahaha, open your eyes! " There were also some people who didn't mind the trouble and rushed to the other bathrooms' doors to inform everyone. For a moment, the entire bathroom was bustling with noise and excitement.    

    

After Shen Lang and Que De finished their shower, Que De told Shen Lang that his instructor had said that they could play chess before going to bed at night. Que De had already given them some chess cards and asked if Shen Lang had any entertainment on his side.    

    

Shen Lang smiled bitterly: "We're a bunch that even the instructors despise. How could we get that kind of treatment?"    

    

Que De said in indignation, "I think that Liu Piaopiao has some mental illness and likes to abuse the recruits."    

    

Shen Lang said, "I don't know about mental illness but I feel that this woman should have some problems. The strangest thing is, there aren't even any female soldiers here, and the instructor seems to be male. Why would there be a female instructor like her? "    

    

"Right, this is very strange!" Que De frowned: "Bro, you have to be careful of her. A woman's heart is like a needle in a haystack, don't let her take the opportunity to deal with you."    

    

"Yes, I will pay attention." Shen Lang smiled.    

    

Que De thought about it and said, "Why don't you come with me to my tent for a while?"    

    

Shen Lang shook his head, "That won't do. Didn't you say not to let Liu Piaopiao get the chance just now?"    

    

Que De scratched the back of his neck and grinned, "That's true …" "Heh heh."    

    

"You can go back. I'm relieved to know which class you are in." Shen Lang patted Que De's shoulder.    

    

"Alright!"    

    

After parting with Que De, Shen Lang returned to his tent and went straight to bed.    

    

The muscular man and the others were not around and had gone off for some unknown reason. The rest of them were either in a daze on the bed or reading a book they had obtained from who knows where.    

    

Shen Lang put his hands behind his head and stared at the top of the tent in a daze.    

    

At this moment, the person he was thinking about was his wife, Qin Mingyue.    

    

Although he had someone to protect her, Shen Lang still felt uneasy. To be frank, this feeling stemmed from him not being by her side.    

    

Not only was he not by her side, he couldn't even go back if he wanted to.    

    

The Kunlun Ruins, High Lord. The existence of everything within the Mortal World. But now, he had no way to go home.    

    

Such a feeling of helplessness, it really was equivalent to … Bitterness.    

    

Shen Lang fell asleep in a daze due to his longing for Qin Mingyue.    

    

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Lang suddenly woke up to the sound of someone talking. He opened his eyes and found that it was the muscular man playing with Tu Dou with three or four other people.    

    

"Class Rep Potato, you have two choices. Either put our clothes, socks, and shoes over your head for the night, or wash them for us." The muscular man boasted to Tu Dou.    

    

The bunch of people had just come back from a shower and threw a pile of dirty clothes and smelly socks onto Tu Dou's bed.    

    

Tu Dou sat on the side of the bed with a helpless look on his face.    

    

Although not everyone treated him like this, the others only watched with folded arms, not intending to help him.    

    

What a joke, with the muscular man's figure, how would they dare to provoke him? If they didn't bully Tu Dou with him, then they would have a lot of sympathy for him.    

    

"You f * cking talk!" The muscular man shouted.    

    

Tu Dou was so scared that his body trembled, but he just sat there and didn't move.    

    

"Damn." The muscular man quickly walked over, grabbed a stinky sock and was about to stuff it into Tu Dou's mouth.    

    

"Stop!" Shen Lang reprimanded him: "You dare to bully him if you have something to say? You can't wash clothes even if you have hands and feet! "    

    

The muscular man stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at Shen Lang, "I was wondering why you weren't there. You went to hide in your bed. Do you want to help us wash Tu Dou's clothes? "    

    

Shen Lang lifted the blanket and got out of bed. He walked in front of the muscular man.    

    

The muscular man smiled sinisterly and said, "Brat, I'm telling you, do you think I'll have the face to bully him? What is it? Not only am I bullying him, I'm also bullying you, do you believe me? "    

    

Shen Lang glanced at the stinky socks in the muscular man's hand and said, "Is this thing really fun for the mouth of a Cypriot?"    

    

The muscular man grabbed the stinky socks and waved them in front of Shen Lang: "Of course it's fun, why not …" Try stuffing it into your mouth, you'll definitely like it. "    

    

With that, the muscular man wanted to stuff the stinky socks into Shen Lang's mouth.    

    

The moment he reached out his hand, Shen Lang grabbed his wrist and suddenly slapped his elbow.    

    

The muscular man felt pain and his arm bent inward.    

    

Shen Lang grabbed the muscular man's wrist and stuffed the stinky socks in his hand into his mouth, while also pushing him.    

    

The muscular man didn't even have time to react before his socks were stuffed down his throat and a strong stench rushed to his head. He choked until he felt nauseous and his eyeballs were about to pop out.    

    

This scene left the others dumbstruck. Some of them immediately covered their mouths and vomited.    

    

The muscular man painfully kneeled on the ground, his hands desperately trying to pull out the stinky socks that were stuck in his throat. He looked extremely miserable.    

    

Just by looking at him, the others could imagine how terrible the "taste" was.    

    

Shen Lang looked calm as he walked over and closed the tent door. Then, he slowly returned to the muscular man's side.    

    

The muscular man had gotten his socks out of his throat with great difficulty and was lying on the ground spitting. Not only did he spit out everything he had eaten that night, he even vomited out his bile.    

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A pungent smell filled the air. The others hurriedly covered their noses and mouths to avoid the smell.    

    

Two of them were so disgusted that they could not hold it in any longer. They lay on the bed and vomited as well. For a moment, the entire tent was filled with an extremely unpleasant smell.    

    

"Shen Lang..." "This …" Tu Dou stood up uneasily.    

    

Shen Lang said, "You don't have to worry about that. Just sit on the side and watch. I have to properly reason with this guy."    

    

The muscular man panted as saliva dripped from his mouth. Raising his head with a face full of hatred, he said, "Tell me your mother's truth. You're dead for sure!"    

    

Shen Lang said to the nervous Tu Dou, "Look, I'll show you what it means to be reasonable and use your fists."