Chapter 1089: The cute little Helan Minyue is deeply loved by Brother Lang

As dusk fell through the carved window lattices, Lin Lang lazily leaned on the couch and smoked a cigarette.

Helan Minyue curled up in Lin Lang's arms, her jade-white skin was flushed with rouge, even her earlobes were intoxicatingly pink, her eyelashes were stained with fine water light, and cast a slightly trembling butterfly shadow on her cheek.

"My dear, you look so shy, like a kitten stealing some fish." Lin Lang chuckled and brushed his fingertips across her slightly swollen lips.

Helan Minyue whimpered and buried her hot face in his chest. Her long, silky hair slid down her shoulders and formed a soft knot around his waist. "It's all your fault, Your Majesty. You only know how to bully me."

The end of her voice trembled, sounding like anger and coquettishness, causing Lin Lang's throat to roll. He leaned over and bit Helan Minyue's red earlobe.

Outside the window, the sunset dyed the sky a honey color. Helan Minyue suddenly raised her face, starry eyes looking at Lin Lang, and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, I still want you to take me back to Shanghai to play."

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and scratched Helan Minyue's hot cheek with his fingertips: "Why, after a trip to Shanghai, are you addicted to it?"

"Is it okay? Your Majesty, Shanghai is so fun, I want you to take me there to play." Helan Minyue twisted her body and snuggled into Lin Lang's arms, looking so cute.

Lin Lang let out a soft laugh, and wrapped his long arms around Helan Minyue's soft waist. He replied lovingly, "Okay, then change into Shanghai Country clothes, and I'll take you back to Shanghai Country to play right now."

Before she finished speaking, Helan Minyue had already happily hugged Lin Lang's neck and pecked him on the lips, her eyes filled with coquettish tears: "That's great! Your Majesty is the best to me!"

"My little cutie, hurry up, change your clothes and let's go." Lin Lang pinched Helan Minyue's upturned nose, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Helan Minyue nodded hurriedly, and said with a playful smile: "Your Majesty, then please take out a dress and shoes from the Kingdom of Shanghai for me from your personal space?"

Lin Lang did as he was told and took out clothes from his personal space.

Helan Minyue broke away from Lin Lang's arms like a light butterfly, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and began to change clothes impatiently. She looked back at Lin Lang with excitement in her eyes.

Lin Lang extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, got up from the bed, and began to change his clothes.

Soon, both of them changed into modern clothes.

Just as Lin Lang turned around to get his coat, he saw Helan Minyue had changed into a bright red floor-length dress. The lace pattern on the hem shone softly under the light.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and turned around gently. The red hem of her skirt drew a graceful arc in the air, like a leaping flame.

"Your Majesty, does this dress look good on me?"

Helan Minyue pouted slightly, her eyes sparkling, and smiled sweetly at Lin Lang, her voice soft and coquettish.

Lin Lang walked forward and naturally reached out to untie the label on her new skirt. His fingertips accidentally brushed against her waist, causing her to tremble slightly.

Then, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Helan Minyue's forehead, with a smile in his eyes: "Beautiful, my beloved concubine is absolutely beautiful, so beautiful that it makes my nose bubble."

Helan Minyue's eyes widened instantly, the blush on her face spread to her ears, and she muttered with a bit of fear and anger: "Your Majesty! How can anyone praise someone like this... What's with the big snot bubbling..." Her little mouth was pouting so hard that it could hold an oil bottle.

Lin Lang chuckled softly and reached out to pinch her cheek: "I just like to use this word to praise people. Why, is it not okay?" He deliberately dragged out the last syllable with a hint of teasing.

"Uh... okay, Your Majesty has the final say." Helan Minyue was amused by Lin Lang and lost her temper. She pushed him gently, but there was an unconcealable sweetness in her eyes.

Lin Lang took advantage of the situation and hugged Helan Minyue tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a low and gentle voice: "My beloved, hold me tight, now, we are about to set off."

"Okay!" Helan Minyue immediately stretched out her arms, tightly wrapped them around Lin Lang's waist, and put her cheek against his chest, giggling, "I can't wait any longer."

The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, and her red figure in Lin Lang's arms was like a warmly blooming flower.

Lin Lang hugged Helan Minyue tightly, triggering the skill of [Space-Time Global Group Transmission]. Helan Minyue felt dizzy and had a strong sense of weightlessness, with the sound of whistling wind in his ears.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw a completely different scene.

"call out--"

The moment Helan Minyue traveled back to the city of Hai in the year 2000, she was shocked by the scene of "demons dancing wildly", flashing lights, and DJ dance music.

"Uh... Your Majesty, what place have you brought me to? It's so scary!"

Helan Minyue timidly tugged at Lin Lang's sleeve, frightened by the crowded dance floor scenes in modern nightclubs.

Lin Lang smiled and replied, "Don't be afraid, my dear. This is a nightclub and disco in Shanghai. It's a place for dancing and drinking. It's fun!"

Helan Minyue hid behind Lin Lang, sticking out half of her face, looking at the crowd in the dance floor where lights and shadows were flashing and movements were wild, her eyelashes trembling.

"Your Majesty, these people...are they truly possessed by some evil spirit? They're twisting and leaping like this, completely without any rhyme or reason. How can there be any grace in their dancing?"

Lin Lang smiled and patted the back of Helan Minyue's hand. His voice, mixed with the deafening music, was a bit playful: "Don't be afraid, my beloved, this is called disco dancing, the most fashionable dance style in Shanghai. Look at them, aren't they all having fun?"

Helan Minyue bit her lip, stole a glance at the figures shaking their heads, and frowned even more tightly.

"But this kind of 'dance' has no rhythm, and no manners... I really cannot appreciate it."

"Come on, my dear, follow me and move." Lin Lang took Helan Minyue's hand and swayed his body gently to the beat of the drum. "Swing your arms left and right, and tap your feet to the rhythm—yes, that's it."

Helan Minyue was led by Lin Lang. She was a little stiff at first, and her skirt swayed slightly with the movements, like a frightened deer.

But after all, she had been practicing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, music and dance since she was young, and the sense of rhythm had long been engraved in her bones. In just a moment, she found the trick of rhythm, and her steps gradually became looser, and even the movements of her wrists became more agile.

"My dear, don't be so reserved, move a little more boldly!" Lin Lang shouted as he jumped, his arms drawing exaggerated arcs in the air. "There are no rules here, just do whatever makes you happy!"

Helan Minyue's cheeks flushed. She first tentatively raised her arms, and then simply spun half a circle to the beat of the drum, with the hem of her skirt raised in a beautiful arc.

Soon, under Lin Lang's guidance and in the warm atmosphere, she became less restrained and more free and unrestrained.

"Your Majesty, how can you dance like this?"

Helan Minyue muttered to herself, but the corners of her mouth could not help but rise. Her steps became more and more brisk, and she even shook her head along with the crowd. The pearl flowers on her temples trembled slightly with her movements.

Lin Lang laughed out loud: "That's right! My beloved, look, isn't it very enjoyable to dance freely?"

Helan Minyue blinked and looked at the excited faces around the dance floor. Suddenly, she felt that this "unruly" dance actually contained an unprecedented sense of freedom.

She followed Lin Lang's rhythm, raising her hands, twisting her waist, and jumping. Her crisp laughter mixed in with the music, like a handful of silver coins, and was particularly beautiful.

The dance floor was filled with chaotic lights and shadows. Helan Minyue raised her hands and spun along with the rhythm, but she didn't notice someone approaching her. When she raised her wrist, it happened to hit the face of a girl with heavy smoky makeup.

With a crisp "pop" sound, the smoky-makeup girl was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened, she pointed at Helan Minyue's face and cursed: "Are you fucking blind? How dare you hit me!"

Helan Minyue turned pale with fear and hurriedly shrank behind Lin Lang, her fingertips tightly grasping the corner of his clothes, her voice trembling: "I, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it..."

The girl with smoky makeup wanted to throw a tantrum, but a boy with dyed yellow hair came up with a dozen ruffians. The boy put his arm around the girl's shoulders and raised his chin nonchalantly towards Lin Lang.

"What the hell are you looking at? You want to stand up for her? Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Lin Lang's face turned cold, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

He said nothing, but slowly moved his fingers, triggering the weather summoning technique.

In an instant, a thick fog came from all directions without warning, and swallowed up the entire nightclub in the blink of an eye. The lights were reduced to blurry halos in the fog, visibility was less than half a meter, and only a vast expanse of white remained on the surveillance screen.

"Fuck! What's going on?"

"Fog? Where does the fog come from?"

"Is this dry ice fog created by the nightclub to create an atmosphere?"

Exclamations came and went.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lang took action with domineering power and began to beat up the gang of thugs who offended him and Helan Minyue.

A series of shrill screams came from the fog, mixed with the "crackling" sound of bones being broken and the muffled thud of heavy objects falling to the ground, making people's scalp numb.

Helan Minyue was so frightened by this sudden change that she was trembling all over. She couldn't see Lin Lang's figure clearly in the mist. She groped forward and reached out, tears welling in her eyes. She cried out in a sobbing voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, where are you?"

"I'm so scared...I can't find you...Your Majesty..."

The screams in the fog were like icicles piercing people's ears. The people in the dance floor were completely panicked. The screams, collisions, and the sounds of tables and chairs falling to the ground mixed together, making it a mess.

Some people stepped on each other's feet as they rushed to the door, while others were pushed to the ground and crawled forward crying. The originally noisy dance floor instantly turned into a chaotic quagmire.

Helan Minyue shrank in place, her whole body shaking like a sieve, tears welling up in her eyes, and even her breathing was sobbing.

At this moment, a warm hand suddenly passed through the mist and held her. A familiar voice sounded in her ears, carrying the power of comfort: "My beloved, don't be afraid, hold me tight."

Helan Minyue threw herself into Lin Lang's arms as if grabbing a life-saving straw, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her face buried in his chest, her voice choked with sobs: "Your Majesty..."

Lin Lang didn't say anything else. He put one hand on Helan Minyue's back and used the other hand to push away the chaotic crowd. His steps were astonishingly fast.

Those who were running madly seemed to be pushed away by an invisible force, and no one could hit them at all.

In just a moment, Lin Lang protected Helan Minyue through the crowded disco exit and stepped into the night outside the nightclub.

The chaos behind him was still going on, screams could be heard through the door, and Lin Lang had already walked a long way with Helan Minyue.

When the evening breeze blew, Helan Minyue came to her senses a little. When she looked up at Lin Lang, there was still a layer of tears in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, what just happened? I was almost scared to death!"

Lin Lang raised his hand to wipe Helan Minyue's tears and replied arrogantly, "Just now, I only made a slight move and crippled those who disrespected you."

"Uh... Your Majesty, did you also summon the fog just now?" Helan Minyue blinked her tears, her face full of disbelief.

The moment Lin Lang opened his palms, a heart-shaped white mist was summoned out from his palms. Purple lightning flashed in the mist, which looked very beautiful in the night.

"Wow! Your Majesty is so awesome!" Helan Minyue instantly turned into a little fan girl, and her smile from tears was so beautiful.