Chapter 473: Let Auntie pinch my dick

Qin Lang reacted quickly and climbed up the shore as soon as he heard the reminder.

During this process, he found something wrong. The surrounding scene seemed to have suddenly become much larger. The shore of the sacred spring, which he could touch with a single hand, also became far away. He had to work very hard to climb up.

"Oh no, this is..."

When Qin Lang realized what was happening, the witch had already approached him. Her originally well-proportioned face looked quite huge in Qin Lang's eyes at this moment.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that you are a human being and cannot soak in the sacred spring for a long time."

The witch picked Qin Lang up and held him in her arms.

The mocking bird poked its head out from behind and said with a grin: "Oh, the little bug looks quite unique..."

Through the reflection of the calm lake, Qin Lang saw his appearance clearly: a white and fat cute kid with horns on his head and a red tail behind his butt.

"Fuck..."

This appearance shocked Qin Lang for a hundred years.

A long time ago, he entered an underground palace called Childhood. In that underground palace, he temporarily regained his youth, but he looked at least seven or eight years old at that time. Now he is only three or five months old at most, and the joints between his arms and legs are like lotus root nodes.

"Little friend, you came out in time. If you soak for a while longer, you will probably disappear into thin air." The Mocking Bird was particularly mean. Even at this time, he still did not forget to tease, and took the baby Qin Lang from the witch's arms, smiling and saying: "Oh, actually, you are quite cute from this point of view. Come, let aunt pinch your dick."

"Sizzle!"

"Ouch!"

Qin Lang was not polite, and directly sizzled the Mocking Bird's face, then somersaulted to the ground, pinched his waist, and said in a baby voice: "You still have the mind to joke, how can I change back? Damn, I can't even exert one tenth of my combat power with this body, let alone build a divine bridge to take you back to the surface world."

Hearing Qin Lang's words, the Mocking Bird, realizing the seriousness of the situation, quickly shut up and stuck out his butt to wash his face in the spring pool.

The witch comforted him, "You know you are anxious, don't worry. Remember the time rain we encountered before? You can recover after just a few drops of time rain."

"So simple?"

Qin Lang nodded, that's fine.

The witch looked serious, "But according to ancient records, sometimes the divine domain can have several rains a day, sometimes it doesn't rain for several months or even several years..."

"You...did you do it on purpose?" Qin Lang got anxious when he heard it. It happened that his legs couldn't stand up, so he sat down on the ground with a plop, kicking his white and tender thighs hard, "I don't care! I don't have so much time to wait! Hurry up and find a way to change me back."

"Don't worry."

The witch comforted Qin Lang's emotions, "As long as we are in the Holy Oasis, we are safe, even if you become a baby, it doesn't matter, nothing will hurt you, we just need to be patient..."

Before she finished speaking, the spring-filled plants around suddenly began to wither, and the green land also gathered in a certain direction at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just three or five seconds, the Holy Oasis disappeared without a trace.

There was only desolate wasteland under his feet, and there was no trace of the Holy Oasis.

Mocking Bird: "Oh..."

"What do you say now?" A vein popped out on the forehead of the little baby.

The witch's mouth twitched, "This, this..."

"Boom..."

A burst of hurried running sound came from the distance. Although they were far away, the three of them still felt the powerful breath of the ancestor god.

The witch hugged the baby Qin Lang and ran away, saying nonsense: "Don't be afraid, Mommy will protect you..."

Baby Qin Lang: "God damn Mommy!"

Mocking Bird: "Maternal love is also love."

""

"Not good, there is an evil hungry hurricane ahead. Even if the ancestor god is swept into it, he will completely lose his mind and become a monster that only knows how to forage!"

""

"Oh no, the desire poison swamp will release the evil thoughts in the hearts of creatures infinitely, and the ancient gods can't resist it."

""

"Ah, why is our luck so bad? The nest of the divine mosquito can suck an ancestor god to death in an instant"

In the next period of time, such exclamations happened from time to time.

At first, Qin Lang was nervous, but later he just lay down.

When a person dies, the bird flies up to the sky. If he doesn't die for ten thousand years, he will die. In his current body, to put it bluntly, a fallen leaf from the upper divine realm can seriously injure him. Nervous? What's the point of being nervous!

Two days later, late at night.

The fire flickered in the cave.

After two days of escaping, the witch had already become a sloppy refugee woman, with messy hair and even some hay. She gently stroked Qin Lang's chubby face, and her eyes were silently crying. The despair on her body could be smelled from a long distance.

If you don't know the specific situation, just look at this picture, you will definitely mistake the witch for the mother of the baby, and this poor mother and daughter are being hunted by the enemy. In order to save her child's life, the mother plans to use herself to lead the pursuers away...

"Let's just say..."

Qin Lang sat up and sighed, "Can you stop crying? Even if you shed all your tears, it won't change anything. With this time, you might as well take a good rest and continue to look for the place where the time rain is falling tomorrow."

"Time Rain is something that depends entirely on luck. The three of us... are probably doomed." The Mockingbird sat at the entrance of the cave and sighed heavily. He got a sign with a pattern on the back from somewhere, and on it were written the Tomb of the First Legendary Existence in History, the Mockingbird Master, and Two Minions Who Don't Deserve to Have Names.

Qin Lang was furious. He rushed over to grab the wooden sign and tried to break it with his knees. But after trying several times, he found that the wooden sign was very strong and could not be broken. So he had to give up and threw it to the ground, cursing: "Don't talk nonsense. Although we encountered many dangers in the past two days, we got through it, didn't we?"

The mocking bird rolled its eyes, "What does the experience of the past two days have to do with you, a little kid who hasn't even grown all his hair?"

Qin Lang: "Hey, you"

"Wait a minute!"

The witch suddenly picked up the wooden sign excitedly, "Where did you get this thing?"

The mocking bird was a little puzzled, "I picked it up."

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Just... I passed by the burnt forest before, and I saw this sign was pretty good, and there was a pattern on the back, so I thought of using it as a tombstone."

"Is there a story about this sign?" Qin Lang asked tentatively. The witch usually wouldn't be so excited, there must be something wrong.

"This is part of the teleportation array!"

The witch cried with joy, "We are saved. Tomorrow morning, we can go home through the teleportation array!"

"Wait a minute!"

Qin Lang yelled at the top of his voice, "How can I go back in this state? Are you kidding me?"