【A Fragrance of Flowers】(6)

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06 Like a Dream, Like Lightning. Later, Mr. Liu had a guest who visited Lord Yan.

The guest was the owner of a theatrical troupe.

He was, in essence, a low-class figure, with a slightly hunched back, but his slow, deliberate steps contained a certain strength. He

was supposed to be a sycophant, but his sycophancy carried a hidden edge.

When he saw Lord Yan, he bowed, his body bending low, but his spirit remaining upright. The bow was low, but never servile; it was as low as a deep, dark valley, hazy and somewhat frightening.

"You've lost weight, sir,

" he said, looking at Lord Yan.

"Yes," Lord Yan complained, his tone casual, even coquettish, as if addressing a teacher, friend, father, or elder brother, "I also followed the methods taught by the Daoist Master, practicing the 'replenishment' method.

When I saw she was deficient, I had others replenish her.

Even though I replenished more than I produced, I don't know why, but I still lost weight.

" The theater owner nodded: "She's too powerful; you can't handle her.

" "But with her around, I can't help myself,

" Lord Yan admitted sadly.

"Then what can this humble Daoist do for you, sir?" the theater owner asked.

Lord Yan said in a low voice, "Actually, I've used up all the Golden Spear Pills in that box..." The theater owner finally showed a change in expression: "Then you've only lost this much weight, which already shows you've mastered the art of replenishing your energy.

This has already revealed your talent, and you shouldn't do it again.

" "I only want to ask for it once.

One last time, I wonder if that's possible?" Lord Yan pleaded.

The theater owner hesitated for a long time, and finally took out a pill from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "This will grant you three days of pleasure.

Although it's only three days, it feels like three weeks.

You must give me the Silver Mother to nurture the elixir.

After three days, when the bud is formed, I will give it to you immediately to replenish your vital energy, so as not to damage your foundation.

" Lord Yan thanked the theater owner happily.

Those three days were indeed particularly crazy, making the young girl uneasy.

When she was uneasy, she didn't speak, but just stared blankly at Lord Yan.

When their positions prevented her from seeing his face, she stared blankly at the corner of the room, the armchair, or the sky above the eaves of the window.

She didn't know what was wrong with Lord Yan.

He knew so much, taught her so many things; he was so gentle, never intending to hurt or scold her; he was so patient, always staying by her side.

But now, it was all so hopeless—yes, this frantic action felt like there was no tomorrow.

The young girl dazedly put a finger in her mouth, biting it, feeling the pain.

She hadn't felt pain before.

She hadn't had a body like this before.

She hadn't experienced anything like this even in hundreds of years… Yet she didn't know how many centuries she had lived before.

Even now, she didn't know how many men she had been with. She

didn't know what was wrong with these men.

She still didn't know what was wrong with her body.

When Lord Yan finally ejaculated, they both seemed to be dying.

Yes, dying.

[Website URL: *********.com] Finally, I know what death feels like! How can one know life without knowing death? This trial, it was said, was about dying for life, taking death as life! The little girl raised her head, facing the sky, and let out a clear, sharp cry.

Halfway out of the courtyard, the opera maker's hand paused.

The furnace fire went out.

The elixir was complete.

Six hundred taels of snowflake silver only yielded a one-inch-long silver sprout.

"Your Daoist fortune is not yet stable; you can only refine this much to prolong your life.

" The opera maker regretfully reached out and pinched Lord Yan's chin, "If you could remain chaste and devoted to the Dao for a while longer, perhaps you could refine a silver sprout weighing millions..." "No need.

" Lord Yan's face was ashen, like a dead man, obediently opening his mouth, taking the silver sprout in his mouth, and swallowing it.

His complexion improved slightly, becoming paler, but the pallor was strangely metallic, unlike a human's.

He glanced beside him; the young girl was covered in semen, collapsed, exhausted.

She was naked except for her long, flowing black hair reaching her waist.

He instinctively reached for something to cover her.

The opera troupe reached out and lifted the girl up, his expression calm.

Of course… for a cultivator, any body is merely a vessel.

What need is there for a vessel to conceal or avoid? He had been too attached to appearances.

Lord Yan thought with shame, watching the opera troupe leave, and softly asked, "If I take this medicine, and then take good care of myself and stop causing trouble, is that alright?" The opera troupe paused, then replied, "Yes.

" He had never been so gentle since they met.

Lord Yan felt relieved, his mind becoming hazy.

Perhaps he needed a good, good rest… The opera troupe placed the girl in the carriage, took out his penis, and inserted it into her still-slicked-with-semen orifice.

The little girl flinched in fear.

This penis was too hard, too cold, unlike any human's.

She was a little scared.

"Indeed... Liu Ji!" the theater owner exclaimed, his hips swaying, the fleshy blade reaching its full extent.

After that, no one called her "little girl" anymore.

She grew up and became a master in the opera troupe.

People called her "Liu Guan'er," and slowly it became "Mr. Liu."

In this era, even in this era, a woman who truly mastered a certain skill could still be respectfully addressed as "Mr."

In fact, because they became respected gentlemen, they were even more coveted and welcomed.

Liu Guan initially played supporting roles.

For example, in the Legend of the White Snake, she played a snake in the background.

She was so soft.

Soft yet strong.

Resilient.

With her there, even the protagonist's aura was overshadowed.

Later, she warmed up her voice, which was exceptionally clear and melodious, and finally got her own role.

A new play created by a famous Beijing tycoon, "Green Pearl Falls from a Building," was perfectly suited to her.

Because she was so alluringly flexible, yet ultimately chose to remain chaste as she fell—this contrast was incredibly captivating—no, more accurately, because of her exceptional flexibility; the final fall scene seemed tailor-made for her.

The tumbling skills that the famous Beijing tycoon had practiced so arduously were, for Ms. Liu, as easily as closing her eyes and jumping down, twisting her waist in mid-air, landing as lightly as if it were nothing, without any injury whatsoever.

The wealthy men lifted her clothes and asked her with concern, "How are you? Does it hurt?" She shook her head.

The wealthy gentry touched her snowy back to make sure she was alright. Then

they thrust their penises inside.

Because she didn't moan much, they all worked extra hard to help her reach climax with her delicate, youthful voice.

Then they ejaculated quickly.

Wherever the opera troupe went, Mr. Liu was always presented with great fanfare.

Some of the troupe's performers used to dislike this kind of socializing, but now Mr. Liu had it all.

(Website address: ************.com) They were even starting to get jealous. After

they finished, they would send Mr. Liu back, sometimes with the servants even standing in the carriage the whole way.

Although the bumpy ride made it easy to ejaculate

, they didn't have many opportunities to ejaculate normally, so they had a lot of energy and could ejaculate multiple times.

And Mr. Liu never refused anyone.

The opera troupe owner wouldn't allow her to refuse.

After she finished with the others, the theater owner personally carried her out of the carriage, politely bidding farewell to the semen and exhausted men, then carried her back, washed her clean, and inserted his penis.

Such thoughtfulness was very much like Lord Yan.

But what did Lord Yan look like? Ms. Liu found she couldn't quite remember.

She only remembered the feel of his firm, large hands.

And his penis… This didn't seem like the theater owner's.

No one had ever been as cold-blooded as the theater owner, never having ejaculated.

When he died in the city at sunset, she wondered if he regretted never letting himself indulge.

Never.

The city, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, its multi-tiered eaves seemed to radiate golden light.

A city so clean it seemed otherworldly.

The theater owner's expression suddenly changed; he urged the coachman to hurry, even grabbing the whip himself and lashing the horse's back, as if trying to escape.

Ms. Liu, with a jade dildo inserted in her vagina, stared blankly into the swaying carriage.

Everything before her eyes trembled, seemingly unreal.

She didn't know what was more real.

The silence of a thousand years ago, or the cultivation of today.

Theoretically, this cultivation should have made her understand more clearly what reality was.

But now, she seemed even more confused.

The theater owner had always kept a penis inside her, his, theirs, or a fake one.

He never wasted any space that could be used as a stage.

Correspondingly, after the performance, her vagina wouldn't be wasted either.

"No matter how many times it's inserted, it can recover to be so tight..." he and they remarked.

Her muscle elasticity might recover, but her hymen never had the chance to recover.

The theater owner seemed even more enthusiastic about cultivation than she was.

So why run away now? The shadow of the city's double eaves pressed down heavily.

The city was flying.

It was chasing them.

Until it was right in front of them.

"Boom!" Dust fell in a cloud of dust, like an overbearing fate.

She saw it, a plaque of black sandalwood under the golden eaves, with several large characters: Flying City.

The strokes seemed capable of piercing the air and flying away.

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