Zongman: A Traveling Journey Starting From The Supreme

Nangong closed his eyes that month and raised his head, letting the warm water from the shower fall down.

Warm water dripped down her black hair onto her smooth back, and the witch enjoyed a rare relaxation.

She is petite and looks like a little girl on the outside, but her cold temperament and mature behavior make her a little bit out of some immature feelings.

Nangong's skin was flawless that month, and he could not find any blemishes or body hair.

Although the exquisite curve of the figure is less feminine, the delicate face and delicate figure like a doll also have another cute taste.

Nangong tried hard that month not to care about the sight behind him.

However, no matter how wildly she was thinking, she couldn't really pretend that that line of sight didn't exist.

He could only keep his face as straight as possible without showing the slightest emotion, lest he be ridiculed by the devil again.

I still remember the embarrassment when I took a bath for the first time, and was laughed at by that demon for a whole night. Since then, Nangong tried his best to keep no expression in that month, so as to numb his nerves.

Compared with bathing, the stigma of going to the bathroom is stronger.

The weird feeling that all his secrets are exposed in front of others made Nangong even wonder if his spirit would collapse that month.

She had a strong personality, but it was precisely because of her strong personality that Nangong cared more about this self-esteem than others that month.

So Nangong can only comfort herself that month, the one hiding in her shadow is just a demon, even if it appears in human form, it has nothing to do with humans.

Even if it's a bit self-deceiving to think so, it's better than doing nothing.

Ever since she was not used to going to the bathroom for the first time, Nangong felt a little bit broken that month.

Girls love to be clean, but Nangong couldn't stand not taking a bath for a few days that month.

When you think that you don't even have privacy when you go to the bathroom, why do you care about taking a shower?

It was with this thought in mind that Nangong spent that month, which she considered to be a very scary few months.

Sometimes Nangong also thought that month, or he should finish the last part of "Prison Enchantment" quickly and fall into a deep sleep.

At least by doing so, she can use magic power to make a real doll to walk outside instead of herself.

As a magical polymer, she has no need to go to the bathroom or take a shower.

The only regret is that when acting as a puppet, her senses such as taste will also be greatly degraded.

This would take away a lot of the joy of being a human being for Nangong that month.

After washing, Nangong was wrapped in a bath towel that month, revealing the snow @白香肩.

The small, white and tender jade feet walked on the carpet in the high-end apartment without shoes.

When she came to the mirror of the dressing table, she took out the hair dryer and dried her freshly washed hair little by little. The water vapor from her body drifted into the room, carrying the fragrance of a girl.

"Would you like me to blow dry your hair?"

Saigo just watched her from behind Nangong that month, rubbing his chin and wondering what he was thinking.

Nangong looked at Saigo with a pensive expression through the mirror that month, thinking that the demon was thinking of something to mock her again.

For example, the body is boring, it looks like a child and so on.

Nangong wanted not to care about these things that month, but she really cared.

People are always interested in what they don't have, and they want it most.

Nangong, who couldn't grow because of the technique, naturally had a strong sense of expectation for "femininity".

But even though her temperament is trying to get closer to maturity, her unchanged figure and immature voice make her still sound like a baby to outsiders.

Seeing that Nangong kept his mouth shut for life and death that month, Saigo was also a little bored.

In fact, what he was thinking just now was the difference between Nangong that month and Shalltear.

In the end, Saigo came to the conclusion that there seemed to be no big difference between the two except that Shalltear's skin as a vampire was like wax, not human.

And both have some complaints about their bodies.

"Little Nayue, you are going to college too. What job do you want to do after graduation?"

Saigo asked without words.

"That's after college, not something I'm thinking about now."

Nangong responded indifferently that month.

"You have to keep in mind that when you are young, human life is short, so you should plan your life in advance so that you will not regret it."

"...Only long-lived species like us treat time as a burden and don't care about the passage of time."

Hearing that Saigo started to talk about some great principles again, Nangong put down the hair dryer in his hand that month.

She turned around, grabbed the bath towel on her body with a pair of small hands, and asked curiously: "...as a demon, how many years have you lived?"

Although this demon doesn't speak well, sometimes what he says really makes sense.

Saigo pretended to show a thoughtful expression, and slowly said: "... who knows, I won't remember such boring things as how many years I have lived."

"...It's like you never count how many grains of rice you eat."

In fact, Saigo is only a few dozen years old in two lifetimes, and in this life, he is only in his twenties.

"Why do you ask me this, Xiao Nayue?"

Saigo asked with a smile.

"I just feel that you are a little different from the three true ancestors who have lived for thousands of years. According to the information of the artificial island management commune, the three true ancestors of the Empire of the Night have different behaviors and thoughts because they have lived for too long. Very weird."

"...But I think you seem to be different."

Nangong said his feelings contemplatively that month.

Saigo laughed softly: "...time is the most terrible thing, and the immortal race will also lose their sanity and self under the 'wear and tear' of time."

"...This can only show that the three True Ancestors are too weak compared to me!"

Saigo said boldly, anyway, he has not lived for thousands of years, so he doesn't know how those people feel.

"Back to the previous topic, what kind of work do you want to do that month?"

Saigo then turned the subject back.

Nangong Nayue, who opened the thread, did not refuse to answer at this time, but said: "... If I really want to say what I want to do after graduating from university, it should be to be a teacher."

"oh?"

Saigo showed a weird smile, "...it's great to be a teacher. Thinking of Xiao Nayue, in the eyes of a group of students, you moved the chair to the podium with sex."

"...and then, amidst the laughter of a group of children, standing on a chair with a pointer and giving a lecture, that scene really makes people laugh!"

Seeing Saigo start teasing her again, Nangong snorted Nayue, she glared at Saigo and said: "...I'm sleeping!"

After finishing speaking, she ignored Saigo and walked directly into the bedroom. As for the door, she didn't need to close it, since it couldn't keep the demon shut anyway.

When I came to the bedroom, I took off the bath towel on my body, changed into a simple pajamas, covered the quilt and closed my eyes, begging to be out of sight and out of mind.

Saigo smiled and sat on a chair beside him, staring at Nangong's cute doll-like face that month, watching her sleep.

...

In the dead of night, Nangong suddenly woke up that month, and she felt the fluctuation of magic power!