[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 23

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Chapter 74: Another Exquisite Mother and Daughter

"Well, of course. We can't leave you and your daughter homeless." Zhang Xiaoyu revealed a strange smile, stood up and said to Liu Shi, "Madam, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave today. If you ever need my help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. What women fear most is loneliness and solitude. A beautiful woman like you shouldn't have to endure loneliness and solitude alone." Liu Shi seemed to understand the implication in Zhang Xiaoyu's words, her heart trembled, her face flushed, and she stood up and gently scolded, "Young master, please don't speak so lightly. I will certainly uphold my wifely virtues. Here, if you're leaving, I'll see you off." Zhang Xiaoyu waved his hands repeatedly, chuckling, "I wouldn't dare trouble you, Madam. I can leave on my own. I'll bring someone over tomorrow morning to handle the necessary procedures." "No problem, you are a distinguished guest of our household, so it's only right that I personally see you off." With that, Liu Shi took light steps and led the way.

Zhang Xiaoyu followed closely behind, his eyes involuntarily following Liu's hips. This mature woman, who had given birth, was not only large-breasted but also large-bottomed. Truly a beauty among beauties.

After Liu and Zhang Xiaoyu returned to the main hall, just as she was about to see Zhang Xiaoyu off, Cuiyun suggested, "Madam, isn't Kexin here? Shouldn't you let Kexin meet the young master as well?" Liu nodded, "Yes, that's right." "Young master, please sit for a moment. I'll go find Kexin and let you meet her." With that, she turned and left.

After a while, Liu came out of the inner room.

"Young master, please wait a moment. Kexin will come out to see you soon," Liu said with a slight bow.

"Yes, I understand." Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes still didn't leave the woman's two sensitive areas. Liu's heart pounded, but she dared not show it in the slightest.

"Young master, are you thirsty? Shall I pour you a cup of tea?" Feeling uneasy under Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze, Liu quickly made an excuse to leave.

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded, indicating he did indeed want tea.

Liu hurriedly got up, brewed a pot of tea, poured a cup for Zhang Xiaoyu, and carried it over on a delicate tray. Reaching Zhang Xiaoyu, she bent down and gently placed the tray on the table, softly saying, "Please enjoy, young master." Zhang Xiaoyu paid no attention to Liu's words; his attention was entirely focused on his eyes. When Liu bent down, he clearly saw the cleavage of the woman's chest, a deep cleavage that spoke volumes about the size of her breasts. After setting down

the tea, Liu stole a glance and saw Zhang Xiaoyu staring intently at her chest. A wave of panic washed over her, and even her body trembled slightly.

Zhang Xiaoyu glanced at her for a moment, seemingly realizing he'd been discovered by Liu Shi. He quickly suppressed his lewd thoughts and picked up the teacup on the table to conceal his desires.

"Mother, where is our honored guest?" Just then, a string of silvery laughter drifted in from the doorway. Then, a beautiful, youthful figure flashed in.

This girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with arched eyebrows, large eyes, and cherry-like lips. She wore a white dress and exuded intelligence. Although young, her breasts were high and well-developed; she was a true beauty. Back in the hall, Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze remained fixed on Liu Shi's round, pert buttocks and full breasts, his eyes even revealing a suggestive look.

"Young master, this is my daughter, Kexin." Liu Shi breathed a slight sigh of relief and quickly rose to introduce her.

"Kexin, this is your Uncle Zhang Xiaoyu. Quickly greet Uncle Zhang Xiaoyu." Liu Shi seemed to have regained her maternal authority and sternly commanded.

"Mother, he's more like my brother," Kexin seemed somewhat unwilling.

"Insolence!" Liu's face darkened, and she said angrily, "Kexin, don't be rude, quickly call him uncle." "It's alright." Zhang Xiaoyu hurriedly stood up, but just one glance at the door made his eyes light up. Like mother, like daughter. Kexin in front of him was like a beautiful, delicate jade maiden. Although she was young, her figure was already very well developed. Her breasts were only slightly smaller than her mother's, and although her round, perky buttocks weren't as large as Liu's, they were just as perky.

Liu smiled slightly and said, "Young master, Kexin lost her father at a young age and lacked discipline. Please don't take offense." "Don't take offense. Don't take offense." Zhang Xiaoyu's gaze had already left Liu and turned to Kexin's chest. Goodness, if he had the chance to have both of these mother and daughter beauties, how exciting that would be!

"Uncle, Mom said you can give me fatherly love. Is that true?" Just as Zhang Xiaoyu was busy fantasizing, Kexin skipped over, hugged Zhang Xiaoyu's arm, and asked affectionately.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt a faint fragrance waft into his nostrils and quickly came back to his senses. He nodded at the beautiful little girl in front of him, "Kexin, don't worry, I will definitely let you feel what fatherly love is." As he spoke, he pretended to be an elder and hugged Kexin, gently patting her back. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoyu originally wanted to pat her chest, but in the end, he was too embarrassed to do it. After all, from now on, he had become Kexin's nominal father.

"Uncle, why are you touching my butt?" Kexin pouted and said coquettishly.

Only then did Zhang Xiaoyu realize that his hands had unconsciously slid from Kexin's back to her pert little bottom.

Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled, concealing his embarrassment, and said seriously, "Kexin, the fabric of your dress is quite nice, perfect for your age." Zhong Ling, standing nearby, thought to herself, "My brother is truly shameless."

"Kexin, let go of your uncle! You're a grown woman now, don't act like a child," Liu Shi said quickly when she saw Zhang Xiaoyu and Kexin hugging.

Kexin then pushed Zhang Xiaoyu away, standing behind her mother, looking like a well-behaved girl.

"Kexin, are you satisfied with this uncle?" Liu Shi asked softly.

Kexin made a face at Zhang Xiaoyu, then said to Liu Shi, "Yes, very satisfied. He's the one. Let him be my surrogate father." Liu Shi nodded, turning her gaze to Zhang Xiaoyu, and said softly, "Young master, my daughter is very satisfied with you. Shall our agreement begin tomorrow?" "No problem." Not only was the house itself quite nice, but Zhang Xiaoyu was also very happy just for the mother and daughter. Just moments before, while the Liu mother and daughter were exchanging opinions, he had even fantasized about how exciting it would be to sleep with both of them at the same time. After negotiating with Liu, Zhang Xiaoyu temporarily moved in with the widowed mother and daughter. Of course, "living together" here only meant sharing a house.

Zhang Xiaoyu and Liu completed the formalities. After the formalities were completed, he originally wanted to spend some time alone with Kexin to build a better relationship. However, the Liu mother and daughter said they had something to do and didn't need his surrogate fatherly love for the day.

Helpless, Zhang Xiaoyu had to give up his idea of taking advantage of the situation. He was going to Xingzilin tomorrow, so he would have Zhong Ling and the others come over to tidy up the house in the morning. After dealing with Xingzilin, he would also renovate the house and add some modern items.

Zhang Xiaoyu told Liu that a few women would come over to tidy up the house in the morning, and then he and Zhong Ling went back to the hotel.

"Brother, have you taken a fancy to that Liu woman?" Zhong Ling suddenly blurted out as they walked.

"Who told you that? Don't make wild guesses!" Zhang Xiaoyu felt a chill run down his spine. He had only had a slight thought in his mind, and Zhong Ling had already seen through it. Zhong Ling was the worst at reading people, and even she had noticed. He was truly a failure.

"Hmph, you lecherous brother, the way you looked at Liu Shi just now was like you wanted to devour her. You can't fool me." Zhong Ling stuck out her tongue at Zhang Xiaoyu.

"Little girl, watch your brother deal with you." After saying that, Zhang Xiaoyu reached out to grab Zhong Ling.

"Ah, help! There's a big pervert!" Zhong Ling cried out and ran away.

Zhang Xiaoyu chased after her, and the two happily returned to the hotel.

Zhang Xiaoyu has booked five rooms upstairs: one for himself, one for Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei, one for Liu Ruoyun and her daughter Li Lingyun, one for Azhu and Wang Yuyan, and one for Bihua and Xiangjun. Oh, and the beggar mother and daughter Ge Guangpei brought back should have gotten a room too. He's filled the entire row of rooms on the east side.

Zhang Xiaoyu and Zhong Ling went into their room. Ge Guangpei wasn't there. Zhang Xiaoyu closed the door, took Zhong Ling's hand, and they sat on the bed together. Zhong Ling leaned against Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder and said, "Brother, Ling'er hasn't been in your arms for so many days, hasn't smelled your scent for so many days. Ling'er misses you so much." Zhang Xiaoyu gazed deeply at Zhong Ling. Her expression was innocent and pure, yet her every move was so alluring, so mature and charming. She was like a paradox.

"How could I not miss my precious Ling'er?" Zhang Xiaoyu said to Zhong Ling.

Zhang Xiaoyu wrapped one arm around Zhong Ling's waist, her flesh smooth and supple to the touch, her gentle, fragrant scent filling his lungs. A feeling of comfort and pleasure welled up inside him. Zhong Ling nestled obediently in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms, her fragrance enveloping his entire body… Zhang Xiaoyu's heart swelled with sweetness, and he lowered his head to kiss Zhong Ling's lips.

After giving him a kiss, Zhong Ling held Zhang Xiaoyu tightly, raising her beautiful face to share a passionate kiss with him. Zhang Xiaoyu returned the kiss with his own lips, so soft and delicate, so fragrant, filled with boundless tenderness and love, leaving Zhang Xiaoyu deeply intoxicated.

After a passionate kiss, Zhong Ling slowly pulled away from Zhang Xiaoyu's embrace, took a step back, and gazed at him intently for a moment. She turned slightly away, reached for her hairpin, and let her cascading black hair fall freely. In the candlelight, she looked like a fairy descended from a dream.

The room instantly felt warmer. Just as Zhong Ling was about to remove her outer palace robe, the door was pushed open, interrupting their passionate moment.

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed in regret, but there was nothing he could do; it was a hotel, and daytime at that. He should have locked the door.

The person who entered was Ge Guangpei. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu and Zhong Ling's expressions, she realized she had come at the wrong time. She smiled ambiguously at them, then stepped aside, revealing two women

, one older and one younger. The younger woman—or rather, the girl—was about nine years old, very cute and sweet. Zhang Xiaoyu felt she looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen her before.

He glanced at the young woman again; she appeared to be in her thirties, dressed in a red palace gown that accentuated her beautiful figure. She had a straight, delicate nose and bright eyes. Her body was curvaceous and alluring, her curves perfectly proportioned. Her high, firm breasts pushed the gown up, her rounded shoulders and long skirt clinging to her body, highlighting her long, shapely legs and full, sexy hips—truly a mature and beautiful woman.

Chapter 75: Passion After a Long Separation These two beauties, one tall and one short, looked somewhat alike; they must be relatives. But why were they with Ge Guangpei? Zhang Xiaoyu wondered.

Ge Guangpei, seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's puzzled expression, chuckled. Zhang Xiaoyu, captivated by Ge Guangpei's charming smile, couldn't look away and longed to immediately pin her down.

Ge Guangpei, embarrassed by Zhang Xiaoyu's intense gaze, pulled the two women forward and said to Zhang Xiaoyu, "These are the mother and daughter begging we saw when we went out. Husband, you asked me to bring them back first, how could I have forgotten about them?" Zhang Xiaoyu slapped his forehead. No wonder he felt the little girl looked familiar earlier; it was the begging little girl he saw that afternoon! He just hadn't recognized her because her face was covered in dirt.

And could that girl's mother be this beautiful woman in front of him? This was unbelievable! He never expected a begging woman to be so beautiful. No wonder her face was so dirty; even a beggar wouldn't neglect her hygiene. She must have been afraid her good looks would bring trouble to herself and her daughter. This woman wasn't stupid at all.

"It's understandable that you didn't recognize her. Who would have known that this stunning woman in front of you was the begging woman?" Zhang Xiaoyu said to Ge Guangpei.

Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, the beggar woman blushed and lowered her head.

"After bringing this older sister and little sister back, I gave them a bath, and just now I took them out to buy some clothes. What do you think? This older sister is so beautiful, and this little sister is so adorable, like a porcelain doll." Ge Guangpei said, patting the little girl's head.

"Young Master, thank you for taking us in. We will never forget your kindness. We would be willing to do anything for you." The beautiful woman said gratefully to Zhang Xiaoyu.

"It's nothing. Since you've decided to follow me, I will definitely not let you suffer. We will not treat you as a servant, so you shouldn't think of yourself as one either. Here, there are only different roles, not different ranks. You just need to do what you're supposed to do. I still don't know your name, older sister." Zhang Xiaoyu asked the beautiful woman.

"Young Master, I can't accept this. Please don't call me 'Sister' anymore. My name is Feng Cuilian, and this is my daughter, Zhou Jiayao. She's nine years old this year and will be ten soon." Feng Cuilian answered Zhang Xiaoyu's question, feeling flattered that he called her "Sister.

" "What do you mean 'can't accept this'? I've already said there's no difference in status here. We're all the same. From now on, you can call me 'Young Master' or 'Brother.' I'll call you 'Sister Cuijuan.' If you don't want to, then you can leave." Zhang Xiaoyu pretended to be a little angry.

"No, I... I'm willing, Young Master!" Feng Cuilian panicked when she heard Zhang Xiaoyu tell her to leave and hurriedly said to him, but she still couldn't bring herself to call him "Brother."

"Yes, Sister Cuilian, from now on you'll be with me. I'll not only take care of your food and lodging, but I'll also give you your due wages every month. Whenever you want to leave with Jiayao, just tell me, and I'll let you go." Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu say this, Feng Cuilian was immediately moved to tears. Today, she and her daughter had met a good person. The woman they met at noon was a kind person, and this young master was even more kind-hearted. Feng Cuilian said excitedly, "Young master, you are such a good person! Jiayao, come and kneel down with your mother to thank you." After saying that, she pulled Jiayao, who looked confused, to kneel down.

Zhang Xiaoyu stepped forward, stopping Feng Cuilian from kneeling before him. Suddenly, he felt his hands grasping two soft, elastic objects. He couldn't help but squeeze them. Looking at Feng Cuilian's flushed face, Zhang Xiaoyu finally realized what those two large, round objects were. He quickly released them, shamelessly saying, "I've probably been too tired lately; I haven't been seeing things very clearly." He then pretended nothing had happened, a clear case of protesting too much.

Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei secretly chuckled.

Feng Cuilian was so ashamed she almost buried her head in her ample bosom. Since her husband's death, no other man had touched her body. Even when her husband was alive, he had hardly touched those treasures Zhang Xiaoyu had just grasped. The way he had squeezed and squeezed them had made her feel as if all her strength had left her, almost causing her to collapse to the ground. "Young Master is such a kind man," she thought, "he must not have meant it. He must have really mistaken me."

"Mommy, Mommy, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." Although the adorable Jiayao saw her mother's flushed face and lowered head, she didn't know much. Feeling sleepy, she said to her mother.

Zhang Xiaoyu hugged Jia Yao in his arms, gently pinching her pert little nose as he said, "Our Jia Yao is so cute. Go to sleep if you're sleepy. When you wake up, your sister will prepare something delicious for you." "Uncle's imitation is so good!" Jia Yao kissed Zhang Xiaoyu on the cheek. Zhang Xiaoyu felt a surge of annoyance. Why was she calling him "uncle" again? He had just told Jia Yao that Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei were his sisters, and now he was the uncle. Well, the generations were all messed up. Feng Cuilian

lowered her head, got up, picked up Jia Yao, and quietly said goodbye to Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhong Ling, and Ge Guangpei before turning and fleeing as if she were running away.

Zhang Xiaoyu watched Feng Cuilian's swaying, plump buttocks as she left, feeling a pang of reluctance. He couldn't help but raise his hand to his nose and smell it. There was a mature woman's scent, with a faint hint of milky fragrance.

"Brother, I thought you were such a good person, rescuing that beggar mother and daughter. Turns out you've taken a fancy to them! Poor Sister Cuilian was so grateful to you, but she's fallen into a trap. How pitiful!" Zhong Ling said quickly, seeing Zhang Xiaoyu's infatuated look as he smelled her hands. Ge Guangpei, standing beside him, also looked at him with a disapproving expression.

"Well, well, I haven't disciplined you for a few days, and you've become quite arrogant, even daring to come and tease your husband. Let your husband teach you a lesson!" Zhang Xiaoyu said, locking the door behind him. He then turned and pounced on the two women onto the bed. The temperature was rising rapidly. Just as Zhang Xiaoyu was about to take off Ge Guangpei's clothes, Ge Guangpei pushed him away. "

Husband, don't do this now. It wouldn't be good if someone saw us," Ge Guangpei said, blushing.

"My husband has locked all the doors; no one can get in." "But there are people living in the rooms next door. They can hear us! That would be so embarrassing! We're not even that familiar with each other yet." Zhang Xiaoyu thought about it and realized it was true. Although the women living in the rooms next door were women he knew, not all of them were his wives. And he wasn't very familiar with Zhong Ling and Ge Guangpei. If they heard him, given Ge Guangpei's personality, he really wouldn't dare to show his face again.

This made Zhang Xiaoyu feel depressed. He thought of the amazing protagonists he had read about in books who could not only block out sound, but some could even block out other people's sight. He wondered if he could do that.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoyu quickly released his true energy and then focused his consciousness into his dantian, controlling the flow of true energy. Slowly, a true energy shield formed around him, though it was invisible and only he could feel it.

Zhang Xiaoyu led Ge Guangpei to the door, then exchanged a few words with Zhong Ling. Ge Guangpei noticed that Zhang Xiaoyu and Zhong Ling's mouths were moving, but no sound was coming out, which puzzled her. She quickly asked Zhang Xiaoyu what was going on.

Zhang Xiaoyu proudly told the two women about the true qi shield he had created. With it, he could do whatever he wanted, anytime, anywhere.

Now that he didn't need to worry about anything, Zhang Xiaoyu impatiently pinned Ge Guangpei down. Looking at Ge Guangpei's alluring face, Zhang Xiaoyu could no longer control the fire in his heart.

Zhang Xiaoyu caressed Ge Guangpei's tender body, and a fragrant scent wafted into his nose. Stimulated by the fragrance, Zhang Xiaoyu's desire was completely aroused. Ge Guangpei's small mouth suddenly pressed against Zhang Xiaoyu's lips, her fragrant tongue plunging into his mouth, greedily sucking the intoxicating saliva. Holding her soft, hot body, Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her delicate lips passionately. His tongue pried open her mouth and slid in, chasing after her smooth, fragrant tongue. Zhang Xiaoyu stirred wantonly in her small mouth, plucking the sweet, sticky saliva.

After a moment, Ge Guangpei was completely naked. Her smooth face, with its arched eyebrows, delicate nose, and perfect cherry lips, formed a captivatingly beautiful face. Combined with her long, flowing black hair and snow-white, delicate neck, she was simply as beautiful as an angel. Her snow-white neck was fully exposed, her high, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath, her eyelids were slightly closed, and her nostrils flared slightly. Her cheeks were as red as a sunset glow. Her slender, delicate neck, her soft, rounded shoulders, and her ivory-like hands were all exposed.

Her exquisite breasts, shy yet lively, emerged, a pair of delicate, dewy orbs like jade peaches, their fullness revealed in a slight tremor. The semi-circular mounds were remarkably large, with exceptionally soft lines and an exceptionally white complexion, the smooth, delicate skin shimmering with a luminous sheen. The tips of her nipples were slightly upturned, the two small, round, rosy points like two blooming red plum blossoms proudly standing under the dazzling lights amidst a blanket of white snow. Her snow-white, slender waist, smooth and delicate as a willow branch, felt like jade to the touch, crystal clear, exquisitely sculpted, soft and tender, as beautiful as silk, as smooth as satin.

Ge Guangpei's two jade-like legs were fair and full. The calves are smooth and delicate, revealing fair and neat toes, smooth and rounded ankles; the white ankles, the silky and soft insteps, the delicate skin on the instep with faintly visible veins; the exceptionally soft soles; between the honey-scented toes, five jade-like toes, the pale white half-moons faintly visible, the jade-green nails shyly and charmingly raised; the round and soft toe pads like five curled-up little rabbits, seemingly flustered yet happy; the soft, white and rosy soles are like a soft, fragrant pillow, the curved soles like a clear and gentle stream; the fair and pink heels, when gently rubbed, reveal a slight yellow tinge, the rosy bumps and depressions, making one want to cherish and love them.

Stimulated by both his visual nerves and sensory system, Zhang Xiaoyu felt a surge of excitement. He grasped Ge Guangpei's firm, soft breasts, kneading them gently and slowly. The firm, supple, and incredibly elastic flesh against his skin sent shivers down his spine. His fingers gradually closed, gently caressing the tips of Ge Guangpei's proud breasts with two fingers, circling and pressing lightly until he found the delicate, perky nipple—two fingers gently pinching and kneading the tender bud with skillful gentleness. Ge Guangpei felt a strange sensation emanating from the sensitive nipple, as if being devoured by insects.

Under Zhang Xiaoyu's passionate teasing, Ge Guangpei, her eyes glazed and her body limp, allowed him to do as he pleased. As Zhang Xiaoyu's large penis pressed against her waist, she let out a soft moan and tightly embraced his back.

After a few moments of playful teasing, Zhang Xiaoyu moved his head up, kissing her neck, collarbone, chin, nose, and then her forehead. In her moist, inviting space, a surging desire burned within them, their two fiery bodies intertwined. One hand gently moved down, slipping between her legs and lightly pinching her pink nipple. With Zhang Xiaoyu's movements, Ge Guangpei let out a soft moan, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, while she looked up and embraced his head. They kissed deeply again.

After another few kisses, Zhang Xiaoyu gently pulled her body over, turning her to her side. "Ugh, it hurts so much, husband, give it to me!" Ge Guangpei's sensitive body was greatly stimulated by Zhang Xiaoyu's skillful technique. She let out a soft moan and grabbed Zhang Xiaoyu's large hand that was moving between her legs. Zhang Xiaoyu easily freed her small hand, his hands caressing her pubic hair and entering her mysterious valley. Gently pinching the love bean on the petal, Ge Guangpei's body trembled involuntarily.

Zhang Xiaoyu gently pressed on Ge Guangpei's lower body, feeling a slight flow of slippery fluid. He gently positioned Ge Guangpei's body, spreading her legs into a V-shape. He knelt between her legs, aiming at her flower garden, and his massive member entered Ge Guangpei. He immediately felt an unimaginable tightness enveloping him, and a strong pressure emanated from his lower body. With a slight thrust, Zhang Xiaoyu heard Ge Guangpei softly cry out, "It hurts, husband, be gentle. Yours is so thick and big. We haven't done it in so long, I can't take it." He kissed her face, and Zhang Xiaoyu thrust in forcefully. Accompanied by Ge Guangpei's cry, Zhang Xiaoyu finally entered her body.

"Husband, hurry...hurry up!" Ge Guangpei, whose desire had been aroused, urged anxiously after getting used to Zhang Xiaoyu's size. Her almond-shaped eyes, filled with lust, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu anxiously, and her bright red lips kissed his face indiscriminately.

"Okay, Senior Sister Pei, Junior Brother is here!" Zhang Xiaoyu began his scathing attack. Ge Guangpei swayed her hips and waist in response to Zhang Xiaoyu's movements. The nectar in her flower path was either squeezed out by Zhang Xiaoyu's huge dragon or drawn out by his withdrawal. A large amount of love juice flowed down Ge Guangpei's buttocks, soaking her entire crotch with her own love juice. The sheets were already soaked with water. The

usually dignified and beautiful Ge Guangpei had now become a complete harlot. She tightly hugged Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders with both hands, spread her legs wide, wrapped them around his waist, and shook her body violently, making Zhang Xiaoyu feel as if he were on a small boat in a stormy sea, rising and falling wildly.

Slowly, Zhang Xiaoyu, like Ge Guangpei, immersed himself in this most primal and pleasurable game. Zhang Xiaoyu's cheek pressed against Ge Guangpei's tender, almost juicy face, gently nibbling at her round, pearly earlobe. His strong arms wrapped around Ge Guangpei's smooth back, holding her tightly. Her full, firm breasts, like small mountains, were flattened by Zhang Xiaoyu's chest, each thrust stimulating her hard, vibrant, and alluring nipples.

Stimulated by Zhang Xiaoyu, Ge Guangpei abandoned all her previous inhibitions and reserve, moaning incessantly, shamelessly responding to Zhang Xiaoyu's thrusts. Her jade-like legs almost crushed Zhang Xiaoyu's waist. Ge Guangpei's passion made him forget everything. His movements changed from quick and light to slow and heavy. He stared wide-eyed at Ge Guangpei's flushed face, afraid of missing a single subtle expression. He gritted his teeth and thrust with all his might, his dragon pounding rhythmically and powerfully into Ge Guangpei's no longer mysterious paradise.

Finally, Ge Guangpei sighed comfortably. Her delicate body, held in his arms, trembled as if in a spasm. Her warm, tight petals suddenly contracted as she gushed out a large amount of fluid. She experienced her first orgasm. Zhang Xiaoyu, following the suction of Ge Guangpei's uterus, thrust in forcefully. Ge Guangpei screamed as her flower core was penetrated. Her plump waist arched, and she clung to Zhang Xiaoyu like an octopus. The contractions and throbbing within her petals became even more frantic. Having released the fire of passion, Ge Guangpei's body, still flushed with desire, could no longer bear it and fell asleep in Zhang Xiaoyu's arms. Seeing her flushed with excitement and satisfaction, he lovingly kissed her luscious lips. He covered her with the sheet and tidied her disheveled hair.

Zhang Xiaoyu then glanced at Zhong Ling beside him. Zhong Ling's cheeks were burning, her body limp, exuding a seductive charm and brimming with springtime allure. Her robe was half-undone, revealing a glimpse of her smooth, creamy breasts. Her petite figure, once so small, had now developed a fuller shape after his exploration, and the half-concealed, half-revealed state was even more alluring. Her shy, hesitant demeanor made her lower her head, making her even more tempting.

Her cascading hair was loosely draped, and beneath her delicate, arched eyebrows were large, slightly upturned eyes that were like autumn water, full of tender affection. Below her high, straight nose were two cherry-red lips, perfectly proportioned and glossy. Her eyes held a hint of spring, her gaze subtly alluring, a far cry from her usual innocent, lively, and obedient demeanor. Instead, she exuded a wanton, seductive, and captivating charm.

The neckline of her elegant palace-style gauze dress, barely concealed by a pink bodice, barely revealed her large, white breasts. A deep cleavage and rosy nipples peeked slightly from beneath the bodice. Her two small, exquisite breasts resembled inverted jade bowls, or delicate flower buds just beginning to bloom in the spring sunshine, their crimson tips radiating a dazzling light that made Zhang Xiaoyu gasp. Her smooth, jade-like abdomen, slender waist, and pert, full buttocks were framed by two layers of short, black and white striped skirts that revealed her long, shapely, and sexy legs—so perfectly rounded and smooth.

A pair of snow-white, smooth, round, and full, delicate thighs, with one hand still caressing her mysterious and sensitive garden, had her two-layered short skirt, black with white stripes, half-lifted. Her provocatively purple transparent panties were already soaked with glistening nectar, and a pink stream could be vaguely seen flowing from her pink valley within her dark pubic hair. The smooth, delicate inner thighs were wet and sticky with copious amounts of love juice, her beautiful area unmistakably displayed before Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes.

Zhong Ling followed Zhang Xiaoyu's thighs, brimming with masculine allure, upwards. A massive, hard object, like an iron rod, stood proudly erect, like a raging horse or a hungry dragon, its base covered in glossy black hair. The thick, long, pinkish-white shaft and the round, large, crimson-pink head looked incredibly alluring, standing long and erect below her line of sight. The immense size of his member so close to her made her blood rush to her head, as if she couldn't breathe. Looking at his enormous manhood, she thought, "My husband is truly amazing."

Zhang Xiaoyu watched as Zhong Ling gazed at his massive member with shy, alluring eyes, her gaze both bashful and awe-inspiring. He chuckled inwardly, taking advantage of the moment to bend down and grasp Zhong Ling's hand, placing it on his erect member.

Zhong Ling's breath hitched, her heart fluttering. Her face flushed crimson, as delicate as a flower. Although it wasn't their first time touching it, the fact that she hadn't touched it for over ten days still made her hand tremble. She smelled the lingering scent of Zhang Xiaoyu and his friend Ge Guangpei's lovemaking, and within that scent, she detected a faint, sweet fragrance. Her mind involuntarily recalled the intense battle they had just fought.

Slowly, her soft, white hand involuntarily grasped it. The touch was hot and hard, sending a strange stimulation through Zhong Ling's body, which was already aroused. She couldn't help but tremble, and a warm current flowed from her flower path.

Zhang Xiaoyu's hands reached for Zhong Ling's full breasts, caressing and kneading her snow-white, firm nipples. His hips moved in and out with Zhong Ling's movements, and her breathing became more rapid. She had never experienced such an obscene scene before, and her juices flowed more and more. As the dragon in his hands grew larger, her body became increasingly hot. She parted her alluring lips, panting and moaning softly.

Taking advantage of her relaxed hands, Zhang Xiaoyu pressed his thick dragon against her bright red, soft lips, and began to writhe.

"Mmm..." Zhong Ling let out a shy moan. She quickly closed her beautiful eyes, her heart filled with shyness. She felt the thick, enormous dragon pressing tightly against her soft red lips, kneading them in waves, releasing the lewd scent left behind by Zhang Xiaoyu and his friend Ge Guangpei after their lovemaking into her nostrils, making her feel both excited and strangely stimulated.

Zhang Xiaoyu lewdly pinched the bud on Zhong Ling's jade peak. Zhong Ling's cherry lips parted slightly, and before she could even let out a soft cry, the already impatient dragon thrust in hard. As he entered, Zhong Ling blushed deeply, her beautiful face turning a deep red. Her cherry-like mouth, newly accustomed to the sight of such a large member, was forced open to contain the massive "uninvited guest." At this moment, Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers continuously kneaded her snow-white, full, swollen, and towering breasts. The shy Zhong Ling, aroused by this strange stimulation from both above and below, became even more passionate. She tightly held his lower abdomen, which was pressed against her face, with her small, white hands, while he simultaneously began to gently thrust the dragon inserted into her mouth. Zhong Ling was filled with shyness, her beautiful face flushed like fire, but at the same time, she was also feeling a tingling sensation in her heart from the strange stimulation. Her small, white hands reached into the dark bush of pubic hair, playing with the dragon's root.

Her delicate, snow-white hands, almost like mutton fat, formed a strikingly alluring contrast with his dark, bushy pubic hair. Her small, adorable hands finally shyly and gently grasped the base of the thick, enormous dragon that was throbbing in her cherry-like mouth. Her slender, bamboo-like fingers, like bamboo shoots and scallions, timidly and cautiously gripped the robust shaft.

Zhong Ling's starry eyes closed slightly, her heart filled with shy reverence as she "savored" its wonder. As his teasing of her lower body intensified, Zhong Ling unknowingly sank deeper into the sea of carnal desire. The beautiful woman's warm, smooth, and tender tongue shyly and gently licked its enormous size. Once again, she was captivated by its size and power, her heart filled with both hatred and love, shame and fear. She no longer found the dragon dirty; instead, she felt an extraordinary sweetness. She opened her mouth wide, trying to suck the enormous dragon deeper.

Zhang Xiaoyu's enormous dragon began to thrust violently in and out of her cherry-red mouth, wave after wave of surging lust crashing against Zhong Ling's heart. The stunning beauty also grew increasingly frenzied, her small, snow-white hands tightly gripping the fiercely thrusting dragon within her mouth. Her lips instinctively and unconsciously sucked and licked the massive head... At the same time, she constantly twisted her beautiful head, gently licking the dragon's thick body. At this moment, Zhong Ling's eyes were filled with the heat of spring, her body slightly damp with fragrant sweat, her exquisite face radiating passion. Her naked, soft, boneless snow-white body writhed and twisted more and more restlessly and wildly beneath him.

Zhang Xiaoyu, aroused by her fiery and passionate reaction, suddenly held Zhong Ling's head firmly, thrusting his erection into her mouth, penetrating to the hilt. Just as Zhong Ling was about to vomit, he withdrew his fully erect member, turned around, and saw her looking at him with a shy, bewildered, and uneasy expression. He leaned down onto Zhong Ling's soft, snow-white body and kissed her fragrant lips.

Zhong Ling, extremely shy, quickly closed her beautiful eyes, her face flushed crimson. After a moment of half-hearted resistance, she adopted a bashful and hesitant demeanor, parting her teeth slightly to allow his lewd tongue to enter. Zhong Ling's unusually different expression only intensified Zhang Xiaoyu's stimulation.

Zhang Xiaoyu enveloped Zhong Ling's delicate, shyly revealing tongue in a frenzied kiss, simultaneously removing any resistance from her body with her cooperation.

He caressed her soft, tender breasts, covering them with his own warm, fragrant tongue, his thumb teasingly tracing her firm nipples. He showered her neck with passionate kisses, his tongue lightly licking her smooth skin, his head pressing against the soft flesh deep within her honeyed depths as he swayed his hips. She could only respond to Zhang Xiaoyu, her breath sweet and soft.

Zhang Xiaoyu embraced her flawless, delicate body, leaning down to cover her burning lips. His tongue explored between her fragrant lips and teeth, teasing and swirling, enticing her sweet, fragrant tongue. He held her slender waist tightly, cradling the back of her head in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed teasingly along the graceful curves of her body. He reached for her full, round breasts, kneading the smooth skin of her sensitive, full nipples. These recent passionate encounters had left Zhong Ling hopelessly immersed in Zhang Xiaoyu's love. Shyly, she stretched out her arms to encircle the back of his neck, trying to press her fair body and luscious red lips tightly against his.

Zhang Xiaoyu held her delicate, slender wrist tightly, and after a passionate, lingering kiss, he cupped her fair face, embracing her burning, white body. Zhong Ling wrapped her arms around Zhang Xiaoyu's back, eagerly responding to his kisses. Zhang Xiaoyu buried his head in her full breasts, inhaling the sweet scent of her milk.

Zhong Ling trembled slightly, holding his head buried deep in her fair breasts, letting out soft, expectant moans: "Mmm...ah...oh..." murmuring her love for Zhang Xiaoyu.

Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her alluring red lips, cupped her smooth, fair face, and gazed into her watery, starry eyes. Her shy yet excited expression aroused Zhang Xiaoyu's desire. He bent down to suckle her trembling nipples, eagerly thrusting his massive member into her moist, honeyed cave. Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her jade-like, smooth breasts, thrusting even more violently.

"Quick...come in...good brother," Zhong Ling cried out urgently. Just as she was about to faint from exhaustion, the dragon's head suddenly slammed into the deepest part of her flower path, beginning to throb amidst her soft cries. Zhang Xiaoyu made Zhong Ling lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high. He inserted his massive member from behind, bent down to grasp her full breasts, and began to move violently. Excessive lust left Zhong Ling's body limp. Zhang Xiaoyu turned her plump body around and pecked at her pink cheeks. "Mmm..." Zhong Ling whimpered softly, filled with sweetness and endless shyness, nestled against Zhang Xiaoyu's chest. "Brother... you looked so scary just now!" Zhang Xiaoyu cupped her face and kissed her red lips. "How was I scary?" "Like you were going to eat me up." Zhong Ling shyly buried her blushing face in Zhang Xiaoyu's warm embrace. "But I like it so much! Even if you really ate me up, I would be very happy." "I think it was your 'little mouth' that 'ate' me!" Zhang Xiaoyu stroked her smooth, black hair and chuckled mischievously.

Zhong Ling's eyes sparkled, and she said coquettishly with a mixture of shyness and resentment, "Don't talk nonsense, it's all your fault." "I wonder who did such a seductive thing." Zhang Xiaoyu's heart stirred, and he kneaded her high, firm breasts with his right hand. "I don't care, it's all your fault." Zhong Ling remained silent, her face flushed like a peach blossom, and her breathing became more rapid. Zhang Xiaoyu didn't say anything more to Zhong Ling. He wrapped his arms around Zhong Ling's small waist, his nose brushing against her earlobe, and said with a wicked smile, "Since that's the case, then I'll hurt you one more time and continue to complete the unfinished 'sexual bliss'!" Zhang Xiaoyu sat up and wrapped his arms around her slender and alluring body. His hand stopped on her tender, smooth, round buttocks, supporting the elastic flesh, and lifted her up against his chest. Zhong Ling took Zhang Xiaoyu's hand and pressed it against her high, full breasts. Zhang Xiaoyu grasped her soft, round breasts and slowly kneaded them, the proud, erect pink nipples being pinched between his fingers.

Zhong Ling trembled slightly, her breath quickening. Zhang Xiaoyu's hands left her full, round breasts, pulling her back into his arms as he turned her around. Her bare back pressed against his. Zhang Xiaoyu lowered his head, kissing her long neck and smooth shoulders. His left index and middle fingers gently rubbed her pert pink nipples, while his right hand slid across her flat stomach, his fingertips touching her warm, moist petals. "Oh... ah," Zhong Ling moaned softly as Zhang Xiaoyu's middle finger penetrated her wet, secluded paradise. His erection rubbed against the smooth skin of her back, and Zhong Ling sighed softly, closing her eyes and spreading her two snow-white, delicate thighs wider. Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers caressed her swollen, engorged petals.

"I want it," she moaned sweetly, "I especially want you, brother." Her voice trembled slightly as Zhang Xiaoyu's left hand pinched and gently squeezed her pink nipples, while his right middle finger inserted into her warm, tight paradise. His tongue licked Zhong Ling's earlobe, swirling inside her ear canal. Zhong Ling closed her eyes, her body limp, her left hand wrapped around his waist, her right hand resting on his knee.

Zhong Ling involuntarily swayed her slender waist back and forth, matching the thrusting motion of Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers. Zhang Xiaoyu's fingers probed her tight, secluded paradise, and Zhong Ling's breathing quickened. Her delicate skin flushed a pale rose, her nails leaving red marks on his body, her dainty toes twisting and turning on the sheets, her soft, smooth body arching gently against Zhang Xiaoyu's, her round, white buttocks swaying back and forth, her long legs twitching gracefully with each effort. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, the swaying of her round, pert buttocks more pronounced, and Zhang Xiaoyu increased the speed of his fingers.

Zhong Ling bit her lip, her body tensing, her smooth, white abdomen convulsing, love fluid flowing down her thighs. He carried the limp Zhong Ling to the bedside, his hand gently stroking her thighs. Her eyes were closed, a tear glistening on her long eyelashes, her full, round breasts trembling alluringly with her rapid breathing. Beneath the neatly trimmed pubic hair, the plump petals were as delicate as roses about to bloom. Glistening nectar coated the petals, emitting a sweet and sour lemon scent.

Zhang Xiaoyu had Zhong Ling lie face down on the bed, legs spread wide, supporting her round buttocks. He thrust his massive member into her pink, peach-like cave, pumping rapidly... "Ah... oh..." Zhong Ling shyly covered her beautiful eyes, her cheeks flushed, savoring the entry of his massive member. Zhang Xiaoyu pressed down on Zhong Ling's soft, boneless body, thrusting his massive member in and out of the dark pubic hair. He bent down and took Zhong Ling's fragrant shoulder into his mouth. "Mmm...oh..." Zhong Ling's panting breaths were filled with desire as she contracted the narrow, warm, and smooth walls of her peach blossom cave. Her buttocks trembled and twisted in response. "Mmm...oh...so good...ahhh..." she suppressed soft moans.

Zhong Ling buried her blushing face deep in the sheets. His massive member moved in and out of her peach blossom cave rapidly, her smooth buttocks undulating enticingly with each powerful thrust, her round breasts swaying incessantly. The lewd sounds of "splat...splat" filled the air, her peach blossom cave splashing with each intense impact. Zhang Xiaoyu reached down and squeezed her round, beautiful breasts. "Ah...oh..." Zhong Ling gritted her teeth, her lips tightly closed, finally unable to resist, moaning seductively in rhythm with Zhang Xiaoyu's movements.

Zhang Xiaoyu bit into Zhong Ling's full breasts, savoring the smoothness and elasticity of her skin, then reached out and kneaded the soft, firm mounds of flesh. Watching the languid allure on Zhong Ling's shy, weary face, her moans turned into sobs. The folds of flesh within her Peach Blossom Cave convulsed in wave-like spasms, tightly gripping his dragon. Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoyu was filled with intense pleasure, and hot semen shot from his dragon head, shooting into Zhong Ling's womb.

Deep within Zhong Ling's Peach Blossom Cave, receiving a large amount of warm semen, she trembled and gasped, "Ah ah!" Her climax seemed far from over; her Peach Blossom Cave continued to contract. Zhang Xiaoyu savored the pleasure of watching his dragon throb, and when all the semen was drained, he pressed his entire body against Zhong Ling's back. Zhong Ling was utterly exhausted. Even the slightest movement of her body caused her muscles to spasm sensitively.

After ejaculating, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't withdraw his penis. He turned Zhong Ling around, letting her lie on his back. Zhong Ling, still tingling with pleasure, lay on top of him, her body still warm from the afterglow of her orgasm. Zhang Xiaoyu stroked Zhong Ling, who was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, his fingertips tenderly kneading her high breasts repeatedly.

Zhong Ling turned her head and shared a long kiss with Zhang Xiaoyu. When their lips parted, saliva still formed a long thread. "Baby, you've worked hard. Go to sleep!" Zhang Xiaoyu kissed her again fiercely, patting Zhong Ling affectionately.

Seeing Zhong Ling fall asleep, Zhang Xiaoyu lay on the bed, opened his eyes, and felt a sense of clarity and overflowing energy. Now, even sleeping with multiple women again wouldn't be a problem for him.

The next morning, Zhang Xiaoyu got up early. He was going to the apricot grove today. Looking at the two women still fast asleep, Zhang Xiaoyu quietly dressed and left the room.

Zhang Xiaoyu originally intended to go alone, but upon leaving, he encountered A'Zhu. Knowing Zhang Xiaoyu was going to the Apricot Grove, A'Zhu also wanted to join the commotion. Knowing that several of Murong Fu's men were also there, Zhang Xiaoyu had A'Zhu disguise herself, and then, after asking the innkeeper for directions, they headed directly to the Apricot Grove. After

traveling several miles along the road, passing through an apricot grove, they heard a strange, sarcastic voice coming from within the blossoms: "My brother Murong is going to Luoyang to meet your leader, so why are all your Beggars' Sect members in Wuxi? Isn't this deliberately avoiding us? You're all cowardly and afraid of trouble, but that's fine, but it makes my brother Murong's trip a complete waste! Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" Upon hearing this "No, no, no," Zhang Xiaoyu immediately guessed that the speaker was Mr. Bao San. Seeing a large tree not far ahead, he flew with A'Zhu directly to a thick branch. "Watching the show? Going out right away would be too boring," Zhang Xiaoyu thought, clearly understanding his meaning, and smiled at him.

Zhang Xiaoyu hugged A'Zhu and kissed her, whispering in her ear, "A'Zhu, my darling wife, you're truly my precious darling. We're so in sync! I don't even need to explain; you know what I mean." "Of course, so you must cherish me," A'Zhu said, giving Zhang Xiaoyu a charming look. After

a moment of tenderness, they looked down at the situation below. A man with a northern accent shouted, "Did Young Master Murong make an appointment with our Beggars' Clan Chief Qiao beforehand?" Bao San replied, "It doesn't matter whether we made an appointment or not. Now that Young Master Murong has come to Luoyang, the Beggars' Clan Chief can't just walk away and let him come up empty-handed. That's outrageous, utterly outrageous!" The man asked, "Did Young Master Murong send a formal invitation to our clan?" Bao San retorted, "How would I know? I'm neither Young Master Murong nor the Beggars' Clan Chief, how would I know? Your question is completely unreasonable, utterly outrageous, utterly outrageous!" Zhang Xiaoyu saw that as he entered the forest, a group of ragged beggars stood opposite Bao Butong in the apricot grove. The leader, seeing Qiao Feng arrive, beamed with joy and immediately stepped forward to greet him. The Beggar Clan members behind him bowed in unison and shouted, "Your subordinates greet the Chief!" Qiao Feng clasped his hands and said, "Greetings, brothers!" Bao Butong, with an arrogant expression, said, "Hmm, you are Qiao Feng of the Beggar Clan?" The Beggar Clan was the largest clan in the world, and the Chief's status was extremely prestigious. Bao Butong's rudeness greatly angered the Beggar Clan members, who all placed their hands on their sword hilts, eager to fight.

Qiao Feng calmly replied, "If it is my fault, please enlighten me, Mr. Bao." Bao Butong said, "My brother Murong knows that you, Chief Qiao, are a remarkable person, and that there are many talented people in the Beggars' Clan. Therefore, he specially went to Luoyang to pay a visit to you. How could you come to Jiangnan so leisurely? Heh, outrageous! Outrageous!" Qiao Feng was not angry and smiled slightly, saying, "If I had known in advance that Young Master Murong would be visiting our clan in Luoyang, I would have certainly been waiting for you. I apologize for not welcoming you properly." Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself... He secretly praised, "Second Brother's words were quite appropriate; he truly has the demeanor of a gang leader. If we were to argue with Bao Butong, wouldn't we lose our dignity?" Unexpectedly, Bao Butong accepted it without question, nodding and saying, "I must apologize for not greeting you properly. Although there's a saying: ignorance is no excuse, the final decision on punishment rests with others!" "I've long heard that Bao Butong of Jiangnan has a foul mouth; indeed, his reputation is well-deserved." At this moment, four old men emerged from behind the forest, laughing loudly, and stood at the four corners, surrounding Bao Butong and his companions. Bao Butong, however, possessed a stubborn streak. Seeing that his opponents outnumbered him, his fighting spirit only intensified. His face showed no fear, and he even disregarded the presence of Wu Long beside him, saying, "Fine, want to fight with Mr. Bao? Very well, very well. Mr. Bao's greatest love is fighting." Suddenly, a voice from mid-air said, "The one who loves fighting most in the world isn't Mr. Bao, no, no, that's Feng Bo'e from Jiangnan." Everyone looked up and saw a man standing on an apricot tree, thin and about thirty years old, with an ugly face.

Feng Bo'e tumbled down from mid-air with a flip, his single-edged sword swirling in circles as he slashed at the fourth elder of the Beggars' Sect. This fourth elder had very long arms, and in his left hand he held a soft weapon. Seeing Feng Bo'e's attack, he lifted his left arm, revealing a rice sack. The sack billowed in the wind, its opening opening, and it fell over Feng Bo'e's head.

Feng Bo'e dodged the blow by tilting his head back, and was about to retaliate with his sword to stab the old man's groin when he realized the long-armed old man had mastered the extremely advanced "Tongbei Fist" technique. His fist seemed to have exhausted its power, yet new strength arose from its very end, and his fist extended forward another half a foot. Fortunately, Feng Bo'e was a lifelong fighter, having experienced thousands of battles, large and small. His experience in adapting to changing situations was unparalleled in the world. In the midst of the chaos, he opened his mouth and bit down on the old man's fist. The long-armed old man was confident this punch would knock out several of his teeth, but to his surprise, just as the fist was about to reach his mouth, a mouthful of white teeth bit down. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, but it was too late. He cried out "Ah!" as blood flowed from the base of his finger. Some onlookers cursed, while others laughed heartily.

Bao Butong said solemnly, "Fourth Brother Feng, your 'Lü Dongbin Bites the Dog' move is truly worthy of its name. You have indeed mastered it to a divine level. It's no wonder you've spent ten years practicing diligently, killing 1,800 white, black, and spotted dogs to achieve your current level of skill." The long-armed old man retreated three steps, then quickly moved to the side. Seeing Feng Bo'e swing his knife and cut him down, he immediately raised his left foot and kicked at the old man's right wrist. Feng Bo'e swung his knife diagonally, directly cutting at the old man's left foot. The long-armed old man followed with his right foot, a double kick, and his body was already in mid-air. Seeing that he was so old but still agile and strong, not much younger than him, Feng Bo'e couldn't help but shout, "Good!" He threw a punch with his left hand, aiming for the old man's knee. Seeing that the long-armed old man was in mid-air and unable to move, if this punch landed, even if the knee didn't shatter, the leg bone would definitely break.

Seeing his punch near the long-armed man's knee, yet his opponent remained unmoved, Feng Bo'e suddenly felt a sharp gust of wind as the sack in his opponent's hand opened wide, about to fall over his head. Although his punch could break the long-armed man's leg, having his head trapped inside a sack was a terrible prospect. He hastily changed his punch to a sweeping motion, trying to deflect the sack. The long-armed man slightly tilted his right hand, and with a twist of the sack's opening, it had already trapped Feng Bo'e's fist.

The sack's opening was far too large for Feng Bo'e's small fist; it was easy to slip through, but it certainly wouldn't hold him. Feng Bo'e pulled his hand out of the sack. Suddenly, he felt a slight pain on the back of his hand, like being pricked by a fine needle. Looking down, he was immediately startled to see a small scorpion embedded in the back of his hand. This scorpion was smaller than a normal scorpion, but it was multicolored and had a terrifying appearance. Feng Bo knew things were going badly, so he tried to shake it off, but the scorpion's tail was firmly stuck to the back of his hand, and he couldn't shake it off no matter what he did.

Feng Bo'e hurriedly flipped his left hand, slapping the back of his hand against the back of his single-edged sword. With a soft scraping sound, the five-colored scorpion instantly turned into a pulp. But since the Long-Armed Old Man had released this scorpion from the sack, it was definitely not something to be trifled with. Even an ordinary member of the Beggars' Sect could use extremely potent poisons, let alone one of the six elders. He immediately leaped back about ten feet, took out an antidote pill from his robes, and swallowed it.

The Long-Armed Old Man didn't chase after him, but put away the sack.

Bao Butong was very concerned and hurriedly asked, "Fourth Brother, how are you feeling?" Feng Bo'e waved his left hand twice, finding nothing unusual, and was greatly puzzled: "There must be something strange about hiding a five-colored scorpion in the sack." He said, "Nothing..." He only managed to say these four words before suddenly collapsing forward with a thud. Bao Butong hurriedly helped him up, asking repeatedly, "What happened? What happened?" He saw that the muscles on his face were stiff, and his smile was extremely forced.

Bao Butong was shocked and hurriedly reached out to press the acupoints on Feng Bo'e's wrist, elbow, and shoulder joints to stop the poison from rising. However, the five-colored scorpion's venom was extremely fast-acting. Although it wasn't "instant death," it was still incredibly responsive, acting even faster than the venom of ordinary snakes. Feng Bo'e opened his mouth to speak, but only managed to utter a few extremely unpleasant, hoarse sounds.

Qiao Feng said to the long-armed elder, "Elder Chen, please cure this Master Feng's poison!" Elder Chen was taken aback and said, "Chief, this man is extremely rude, but his martial arts are not weak. Saving him will cause considerable trouble later." Qiao Feng nodded and said, "That's true. But we haven't even met the real boss yet. Injuring his subordinate first would seem like bullying the weak. Let's first establish our position and be in the right." Elder Chen said angrily, "Vice Chief Ma was clearly killed by that brat surnamed Murong. What's the point of talking about righteousness and reason when it comes to revenge?" Qiao Feng's face showed slight displeasure. "You should detoxify him first," said Elder Chen. "We can discuss the rest later." Elder Chen was unwilling, but he dared not disobey the leader's order and said, "Yes." He took out a small bottle from his robes and tossed it to Bao Butong. Bao Butong picked up the bottle and asked, "How do I use this antidote?" Elder Chen said, "After sucking out all the poison from the wound, apply the antidote." He paused, then added, "If the poison isn't completely sucked out, applying the antidote will be more harmful than helpful. You must know this." Bao Butong turned around, picked up Feng Bo'e's hand, and began to suck out the poison from the wound on the back of his hand.

Suddenly, Feng Bo'e moved and said, "Third brother, it's you!" Bao Butong said, "Fourth brother, you can talk now." The black blood gradually faded, slowly turning purple, and after flowing for a while, the purple blood turned deep red. Bao Butong quickly released his acupoints and then applied the antidote. In an instant, Feng Bo'e's swollen hand had flattened, and he could speak and move as before.

Feng Bo'e took the small bottle from A He and threw it at Elder Chen, saying, "Here's your antidote back." He then clasped his hands in a fist salute to Qiao Feng, saying, "Chief Qiao is exceptionally benevolent and righteous, truly worthy of being the leader of the number one gang in the martial arts world. I admire you greatly." Qiao Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying, "I dare not!" Feng Bo'e picked up the single-edged sword, pointed at Elder Chen with his left hand, and said, "I concede defeat to you today. I, Feng Bo'e, am completely defeated. We'll fight again next time we meet. We won't fight today." Elder Chen smiled and said, "I'll gladly oblige." Feng Bo'e leaned to one side and called out to the elder holding the mace, "I'd like to learn your skills." Qiao Feng's anger flared upon hearing this, and he said, "Let me exchange a few blows with you." With that, he made a grabbing motion in the air, and a gust of air propelled the single-edged sword stuck in the tree. The sword actually jumped out with a "crack" and flew towards Qiao Feng. Qiao Feng didn't reach out to catch it; he deflected it in the air, and the sword reflected back towards Feng Bo'e, the hilt reversed, and he presented it to Feng Bo'e's chest.

Feng Bo'e froze on the spot, stammering, "This...this is the 'Dragon-Capturing Skill'! There's actually someone in the world who knows such a wondrous skill..." Qiao Feng smiled slightly, "I've only just begun to grasp its essence; I'm quite a laughingstock. Brother Feng, please." Bo'e shook his head, saying, "I can't beat you. The difference in strength is too great; fighting would be pointless. Goodbye, Chief Qiao." He conceded defeat without a trace of dejection. He was a man of "joy in victory and joy in defeat," content with just a fight, a fight that was intense and exciting. Whether he won or lost, he was completely unconcerned. He truly understood the essence of "the way of fighting."

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