[Rewriting Xiao Shiyi Lang's Trap with Feng Si Niang] (1, 2)

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(I)

Early autumn, a bright sunny day. Sunlight shone through the thin window paper, illuminating her smooth, satin-like
skin. The water was just warmer than the sunlight, and she lay lazily in the water, raising her slender feet
high on the basin, letting the sun's rays caress her soles—as gently as a lover's hand.

She felt extremely happy. After more than half a month of traveling, what could be more pleasant than
taking a hot bath ? She felt as if she had melted into the water, only half-opening her eyes, admiring
her feet. These feet had climbed mountains, waded through rivers, walked for three days and three nights in the scorching desert
, and crossed thousands of miles of frozen rivers in the dead of winter. These feet had killed three hungry wolves and a lynx,
trampled countless venomous snakes, and even kicked the notorious bandit "Full Sky Cloud," who had entrenched himself in the Qilian Mountains for years, off a sheer cliff.
Yet, these feet still looked so delicate and graceful, without a single scar; even a pampered
young lady who had never left her chambers might not have such perfect feet.

She felt extremely satisfied. Water was still boiling on the stove, and she added more hot water to the basin; the water was already
hot enough, but she wanted it even hotter—she loved the thrill of heat. She loved all kinds of thrills. She
loved riding the fastest horses, climbing the highest mountains, eating the spiciest food, drinking the strongest liquor, wielding the sharpest knives, and killing the most ruthless
people!

People often say, "Stimulation ages you the fastest." But this saying hadn't applied to her. Her
chest was still firm, her waist still slender, her abdomen still flat, and her long, shapely legs still firm and
rounded ; her skin was completely wrinkle-free. Her eyes were still bright, and her smile was still
captivating. No one who saw her would believe she was thirty-two years old.

For the past thirty-three years, Feng Si Niang had indeed never mistreated herself; she knew
what , what words to say to what people, what dishes to eat with what
wine, and even what techniques to use to kill what kind of people! She understood life and knew how to enjoy it.

People like her were rare in the world. Some envied her, some were jealous of her, and she herself was
almost ; except for one thing—loneliness. No amount of stimulation could fill this
loneliness.

Now, even the last trace of fatigue had vanished in the water, and she used a snow-white silk scarf to wash
herself . The smooth silk scarf rubbing against her skin always brought an indescribable pleasure, but
she wished so much that it were a man's hands. The hands of the man she loved! No matter how soft
the silk scarf , it couldn't compare to a lover's hands; nothing in the world could ever replace a lover's hands!

She stared blankly at her smooth, flawless body, a sudden,
inexplicable melancholy rising within her…

Suddenly, seven or eight holes were smashed open simultaneously in the windows, doors, and wooden walls, and from each hole a head
poked out, each face displaying greedy eyes. Some chuckled grotesquely, while others stared, their eyes
glazed over, unable to even manage a laugh; most men, upon seeing a naked beauty, become like dogs—
hungry dogs!

The hole in the window was the best, the closest, offering the clearest view. The man's face was full of fleshy bulges, with
a large fleshy growth on his head, making it look as if two heads were stacked together—a truly repulsive sight. The others
weren't much better looking. Even a man taking a bath, suddenly seeing so many people burst in,
would likely be terrified.

But Feng Si Niang's expression didn't change at all. She comfortably half-reclined, half-sitting in the basin,
her slender, jade-white feet, which had been perched on the edge, extended out of the basin. Her
smooth, glistening legs were crossed even more leisurely, swaying gently. Her fair, smooth legs, with their graceful curves, made every rough man who peered into the basin breathe heavily,
their eyes bloodshot.

Feng Si Niang continued to gently wash her hands with the silk towel. She didn't even lift her eyelids,
but focused on her slender, spring-like fingers, slowly washing her hands clean before smiling faintly and saying:
"Have you all never seen a woman bathe before?"

Seven or eight people burst into laughter at the same time. A young man with a face full of acne had the widest eyes and laughed the loudest
. He shouted, "I've not only seen women bathe, but bathing women is my specialty.
Do you want me to scrub your back? I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Feng Si Niang also laughed, smiling seductively, "My back is really itchy
! If you're willing, come in quickly!"

The young man's eyes narrowed into slits. He laughed loudly and "bang" opened the window, wanting to jump in.
But as soon as he jumped up, he was grabbed by the big man with the fleshy growth. The young man's smile immediately froze. His face turned ashen,
and he glared at the big man, saying, "Jie Lao Er, you already have several wives. Why are you trying to steal
my business?" Before he could finish speaking, Jie Lao Er slapped him across the face, sending him flying.

Feng Si Niang smiled and said, "If you scrub my back as hard as you hit me, I can't take it." Xie Lao Er glared at her,
his gaze suddenly turning sinister and venomous, like a snake. His voice was even more unpleasant than a rattlesnake's, as he said, word by word,
"Do you know where this is?"

Feng Si Niang said, "If I didn't know, why would I be here?" She smiled again before continuing, "This
is Luan Shi Mountain, also known as Robber Mountain, because the people living on the mountain are all robbers. Even the owner of this little inn
seems honest, but he's actually a robber."

Xie Lao Er said sharply, "Since you know where this is, why do you still dare to come?" Feng Si Niang said,
"I didn't come here to provoke you. I just wanted to take a bath. What's the problem?" Xie Lao Er sneered
, "Why did you have to come here to bathe when there are plenty of other places to go?" Feng Si Niang's eyes flickered, and she said softly,
"Maybe I just enjoy being watched by bandits bathing, isn't that exciting?"

Suddenly, Xie Lao Er slammed his palm against the windowsill, shattering chunks of wood into pieces with a single blow,
demonstrating considerable skill in Iron Palm. Feng Si Niang seemed completely oblivious, merely sighing softly and murmuring...
She muttered, "Luckily I didn't ask this guy to scrub my back, he's so clumsy—" Xie Lao Er roared, "A bachelor
doesn't tolerate injustice! What are you here for? Tell me the truth!"

Feng Si Niang smiled again and said, "You guessed right. I've come all this way,
not just to take a bath." Xie Lao Er's eyes flashed, "Was someone sent to spy on this
place?"

Feng Si Niang said, "No, I just wanted to see an old friend." Xie Lao Er said, "But there
's no one here!" Feng Si Niang laughed, "How do you know there isn't? Can't I be
friends with bandits? Maybe I'm a bandit myself!" Xie Lao Er's expression changed, "Who is your friend?"
Feng Si Niang said leisurely, "I haven't seen him in a long time either. I heard he's doing quite well these past few years, becoming the
leader of the Guanzhong bandits. Do you know him?" Xie Lao Er's expression changed again, "The Guanzhong Black..." "There are thirteen gangs in the underworld
, and each gang has a leader. I wonder who you're talking about?" Feng Siniang said calmly, "He
seems to be the leader of your thirteen gangs."

Xie Lao Er was stunned for a long time, then suddenly burst into laughter, pointing at Feng Siniang and laughing, "You
woman, do you think you're worthy of being friends with our leader?" Feng Siniang smiled and said, "Why can't I be
friends with him? Do you know who I am?" Xie Lao Er's laughter stopped, his eyes darting over Feng Siniang
, and he said coldly, "Who are you? Could you be that female demon Feng Siniang?"

Feng Siniang didn't answer that question, but instead asked, "Aren't you the 'Two-Headed Snake' that can't be cured?" Xie
Lao Er's face showed a smug look, and he grinned maliciously, "That's right, anyone who sees my Two-Headed Snake will die, and no one can cure
it!" Feng Siniang said, "Since you are the Two-Headed Snake, then I can only be Feng Siniang."

The Two-Headed Snake's head suddenly split open, splitting into four or five. Sitting naked in the bathtub, was
this the infamous Feng Si Niang? The female demon everyone feared? He couldn't believe it,
yet dared not disbelieve. He began to back away, and others followed even faster.

Suddenly, he heard Feng Si Niang's soft shout, "Stop!" Once everyone had stopped,
a gentle, captivating smile returned to her face. She softly chuckled, "You've spied on
a woman bathing, do you think you can just leave like this?"

The two-headed snake said, "You—what do you want?" His voice trembled slightly, but his eyes remained wide open
, unwilling to tear themselves away from Feng Si Niang's alluring body half-submerged in the water. Especially
when he saw Feng Si Niang's towering breasts, half underwater and half above the water, his courage suddenly grew again, and he sneered, "
Do want us to see even more clearly?"

Feng Si Niang laughed, "Oh—so you're bullying me because I'm not wearing any clothes and don't dare to jump up and chase you?"
Intentionally or unintentionally, she sat up straight, her full and towering breasts almost completely exposed above the water, and crystal water droplets
slid down her delicate and smooth skin, which caused the bandits, who were originally terrified, to gasp.

Surrounded by springtime beauty, the two-headed snake felt much more at ease. He chuckled wickedly, "That's right, unless you
bring your weapon with you when you bathe, and can kill while sitting in the tub, otherwise..." He stared intently at Feng Si Niang's
still slightly trembling chest, leering, "You'd have to come out naked to kill. I wonder if you'd be crushed
or squeezed to death?"

Hearing his outrageous words, Feng Si Niang sighed and raised her hands, saying, "Look, do my hands look like
murderous hands?" Her ten fingers were slender and boneless, like orchids. The two-headed snake said, "No."
Feng Si Niang said, "I can't see the resemblance, but strangely, sometimes they do kill!"

She gently flicked her hands, and suddenly more than ten streaks of silver light flew out from between her fingers. Then came a series of screams.
Looking at the bandits present, each of them had a silver needle stuck in their eyes, and the needles were extremely deep,
more than an inch into their eyes. Two-Headed Snake was indeed far more skilled than the others. He reacted the fastest, and upon seeing the silver light shoot out, he hurriedly
rolled over and fell to the ground, almost creating a large crater. Even so, one of his eyes was still pierced by the silver needle,
though it didn't penetrate deeply.

Screams erupted from the room as seven or eight bandits rolled on the ground, clutching their heads. Two-Headed Snake gritted his teeth and
pulled the silver needle from his eye, retreating to the large hole in the wall. Seeing that he had only suffered minor injuries, Feng Niang was quite
surprised. "Hmm, you two-headed snake are not simple either." She gently extended her jade hand, a deadly glint seemingly about
to strike again.

Two-Headed Snake's face paled with fear. He shouted, "Help!" Immediately afterward, seven or eight more people rushed into
the room. This also surprised Feng Niang. Upon closer inspection, she realized these people were different from the previous
bandits ; their movements were agile and their skills swift, clearly not ordinary thieves. In particular, each of these people wore a
bamboo hat, completely concealing their faces.

Feng Si Niang, skilled and daring, found it strange but didn't take it too seriously. She smiled and said, "Peeping at women
bathing will give you 'styes.' I just punished a few, and now new ones have arrived." Before she finished speaking, she lightly flicked her jade hand, and
more than a dozen silver needles flew out. But this time, the silver needles, upon reaching the newcomers, collectively lost their aim,
swiftly piercing the bamboo hats they wore.

Feng Si Niang was startled, but quickly understood; these people's hats must contain some kind of magnet,
attracting all the needles. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly; although she was in a basin of hot water, she couldn't help but feel a chill.
These people had clearly come prepared and were very familiar with her methods; they must have some ulterior motive.

"Who exactly are you people?" Feng Si Niang asked coldly. "I'm afraid you didn't come here specifically to peep at me
while I'm bathing!"

At this moment, the two-headed snake came out from behind. One of his eyes was bloodshot, and his other eye was wide open.
His expression was ferocious. "We're here to watch you, the female demon, bathe. Not only to watch, but to see everything!" He shouted
, "Attack!"

The people wearing straw hats all tied long ropes from their waists. The ropes were so dark that it was impossible to see
what material they were made of, but one end of the rope was a gleaming three-pronged steel hook. The people attacked at the same time. "Throw—throw—throw,"
the steel hooks were driven into the outer wall of the wooden tub at the same time. Feng Niang's heart sank. She knew something was wrong, but before she could react, the
people exerted their strength at the same time. There were "cracks" and "splashes." The wooden tub was torn to pieces, and all the water in the tub
was spilled on the ground.

In a flash, Feng Si Niang had no time to spare. She quickly tied the silk towel she was using to wash herself around her lower body,
leaving the rest of her body completely exposed. However, Feng Si Niang was still Feng Si Niang. Although she was somewhat unsure of herself,
her beautiful face showed no sign of panic, nor did she shrink back to make futile attempts to cover herself. On the contrary,
she stood gracefully naked among a group of men, as if she were wearing a gorgeous dress. A gentle smile graced her delicate face, and
she even relaxed by lightly tossing her wet hair, gently wringing out the water droplets as she softly said, "Since
you want to see, then look to your heart's content."

The beautiful woman's naked body stunned everyone present. From under the bamboo hats came
the heavy breathing that was being suppressed. Feng Si Niang knew that their eyes were definitely fixed on the alluring curves of her body
. Indeed, Feng Si Niang was a renowned beauty in the martial arts world, but these people couldn't have imagined that
her naked body would be so stunningly beautiful that it was impossible for them to resist.

Standing gracefully among them, Feng Si Niang possessed a slender, tall, and voluptuous figure, her snow-
white skin so delicate it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch. At just over thirty, her body was naturally at its peak of maturity,
possessing a captivating charm that few women of sixteen could match, yet showing no signs of aging or sagging. Her two
snow- were so high and full, and remarkably, they
showed no signs of sagging, proudly standing tall on her chest, the two alluring protrusions at their tips a pinkish hue far beyond her years.

Beneath these prominent peaks, her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, yet years of martial arts training had given Feng Si Niang's
waist not a frail frailty, but rather a supple and resilient strength. Although she wore a silk scarf around her waist, it
was barely a foot long, just covering an area below her navel. Her round, full, snowy buttocks were almost completely exposed
, the curves of her back and hips breathtakingly beautiful. The scarf, thin and soaked,
clung tightly to Feng Siniang's skin, offering little in the way of modesty. Even through the scarf, the
dark, dense forest between her legs was faintly visible, and the slight bulge was impossible to conceal before the
men eyes. In fact, the scarf only made Feng Siniang's body more alluring and
seductive.

Beneath the scarf, two long, straight legs displayed exquisite curves, full yet not revealing, firm yet not
bony—a beauty rarely seen in the world.

With such a seductive, naked beauty standing before them, able to freely admire this exquisite sight, the two-headed snake and
these strange men in straw hats must have accumulated countless lifetimes of good fortune. Feng Si Niang cursed these people's ancestors to the core in her heart,
yet her smile grew even more alluring. She even swayed her hips slightly, making her graceful figure even more
captivating . Feng Si Niang was a woman of great experience in the martial world; she knew that only by remaining calm could she have a chance to turn the
tide. Therefore, she deliberately allowed these people to enjoy more of her beauty. However, she was secretly
plotting how to deal with these people after they escaped—gouging out their eyes, cutting out their tongues—she was determined to vent her anger.

The more hatred she felt, the sweeter Feng Si Niang's smile became. She whispered, "Now that you've seen my body,
what will you do next?" But at the sweetest of her smiles and the softest of her voice, a cold glint suddenly flashed in her eyes. Her jade-
white body lunged forward, her jade-like hands reaching for the two strange men in straw hats closest to her. She was determined to
subdue , then use them as weapons to defeat the others.

Unexpectedly, these strange men in straw hats, though blinded by lust, reacted quickly. The two closest to
her, sensing danger, hastily retreated, while the others lashed out with their long ropes—
this time, they used the ends without the steel claws.

These men had clearly practiced their ropes extensively and worked in perfect coordination. The moment Feng Si Niang's hand touched
the hem of one of their clothes, two ropes nimbly wrapped around her arms. Feng Si Niang tried to break free, but two
more wrapped around her, followed by several ropes
binding her legs. Unable to escape, she was now completely bound.

Feng Si Niang desperately tried to break free with her inner strength, but these ropes were made of some unknown material, extremely strong and tough, beyond
her skill. Feng Si Niang's heart sank. She was naked and bound by these men;
anyone could imagine what would happen next.

Feng Si Niang, known in the martial arts world as a female demon, was famous for her boldness and daring. But how could she not be
afraid in this situation? However, she repeatedly told herself, "Feng Si Niang, you must stay calm."

Seeing that her hands and feet were bound, the two-headed snake walked up to her and lewdly chuckled, "Feng Si Niang,
what do you think we should do next?" As he spoke, his greedy eyes swept over Feng Si Niang's perfect body,
his saliva almost dripping onto her snowy peaks.

Feng Si Niang forced herself to appear calm and still giggled, "Why do you have to do this? If you want to help me
scrub my back, I'd be more than happy to! Untie the ropes, how can I scrub like this!"

"Scrub like this!" The two-headed snake grinned and suddenly reached out his palm. "Ah! No!" Feng Si Niang
finally couldn't help but cry out in surprise. The two-headed snake had already grabbed one of her full and firm breasts.

Once the wonderful object was in his hand, the two-headed snake realized how indescribably wonderful the snowy peak in his palm felt. Smooth, soft
, and incredibly elastic, especially in their astonishing size, even his hands, though not small, couldn't
fully encompass Feng Si Niang's ample breasts. His lust flared, and he used even more force, roughly kneading and playing with Si Niang
's jade-like breasts, occasionally flicking the delicate nipples with his fingertips.

Feng Si Niang was utterly despondent. She knew she was destined to lose her virginity to this
lowly thief she considered utterly worthless. Even this feared female demon, who had weathered
countless storms, couldn't help but shed tears. The physical pain of being roughly handled paled in comparison to the
psychological anguish. This "female demon," who didn't mind being seen naked, harbored a deep
secret.

The two-headed snake, naturally, was overjoyed, forgetting his place. One hand remained firmly on Feng Si Niang's breasts,
while the other eagerly reached down to her waist, tearing off the silk scarf.

Just as Feng Si Niang closed her eyes in utter despair, she heard several soft rustling sounds from inside the room, and a few drops of warm
liquid splashed onto her body, followed by several gurgling sounds. Feng Si Niang quickly opened her beautiful eyes,
only to be stunned by the scene before her. The two-headed snake that had been so demonic just moments before had now become a headless snake, a corpse...
The first two fell to the ground, and the strange men in straw hats were all beheaded.

Looking into the room, a new person had appeared out of nowhere—a short man wearing a long black cloak,
but no one would mistake him for a dwarf, for he exuded an aura of power and intimidation!

Upon seeing him, Feng Si Niang almost jumped for joy. "Hua Ping! You've finally come! If you hadn't come,
I almost…" She seemed to have forgotten the near-rape she had just suffered.

Hua Ping kept his eyes tightly shut, seemingly unable to bear looking at Feng Si Niang's naked body. He whispered, "You've been out
of seclusion for six or seven years, and everyone thought it was peaceful. Why did you come back?" Feng Si Niang had reverted to
her former self, giggling, "Because I missed you." Hua Ping fell silent again.

Feng Si Niang said, "You don't believe I missed you? If I didn't miss you, why would I come looking for you?" Hua Ping
sighed . Feng Si Niang said, "Why are you sighing? Do you think I came to see you for no good reason? Does becoming successful mean
you don't even want to see your old friends anymore?" Hua Ping finally couldn't help but speak up, "Put on your clothes
before we talk."

Feng Si Niang said, "I'm already dressed, open your eyes." Hua Ping opened his eyes, only to see Feng Si Niang
still naked like a baby, and his face seemed to suddenly turn even paler. Feng Si Niang giggled,
"Those people just now were trying to take advantage of me, and they all died. You didn't want to see, but I'm going to make
you see anyway." Hua Ping shut his mouth again.

Feng Si Niang continued, "I heard you killed 'Taiyuan Sword' Gao Fei a few years ago, is that right?" Hua Ping said,
"Yes." Feng Si Niang said, "I also heard the 'Taihang Twin Blades' Ding brothers were defeated by your blade, is that right?"
Hua Ping said, "Yes." He not only dared not look at Feng Si Niang, but he also refused to say a word more. Feng Si Niang laughed,
"Gao Fei and the Ding brothers are both top-tier martial arts masters. The fact that you were able to kill them shows your
swordsmanship has become increasingly fast." Hua Ping remained silent this time.

Feng Si Niang said, "I entered the pass this time precisely to see your swift blade!" She smiled sweetly, "You
don't need to be nervous. I didn't come to challenge you to a sword duel, because I neither wish to die under your blade nor would I bear to kill you."
Hua Ping's expression took a long time to recover, and he coldly said, "Then you don't need to watch." Feng Si Niang asked, "
Why ?" Hua Ping replied, "Because my blade is only for killing, not for showing off!"

Feng Si Niang's eyes flickered, and she smiled, "What if I insist on watching?" Hua Ping remained silent for a long time, then suddenly
said, "Alright, then watch!" Although Hua Ping spoke slowly, he only uttered five words.
It wouldn't take long for anyone to say five words, but by the time he finished speaking, his blade was already drawn and then sheathed again.
In a flash, a wooden bench placed by the door was cleaved in two. Hua Ping's swiftness was indeed astonishing.

Feng Si Niang chuckled, shaking her head, "I want to see your killing technique,
not your wood-chopping technique. Why hold back in front of an old friend?" Hua Ping asked, "Hold back?" Feng
Si Niang replied, "Although your swordsmanship is ambidextrous, who in the martial world doesn't know you use
your left ? Your left hand is at least twice as fast as your right."

Hua Ping's expression changed again, and after a long silence, he said in a deep voice, "You insist on seeing my left-handed sword?" Feng
Si Niang said, "I'm determined." Hua Ping sighed bitterly and said, "Fine, watch!" Suddenly, he forcefully ripped off
his cloak!

Feng Si Niang's laughter suddenly froze, and she could no longer laugh. Hua Ping, renowned throughout the martial world as the "Left-Handed Divine Sword,"
hailed as the fastest swordsman in the Central Plains, had his left arm severed at the shoulder. After a long while, Feng Si Niang
let out a long sigh and exclaimed in surprise, "W--was this...cut in half?" Hua Ping replied, "Yes."
Feng Si Niang asked, "Was it a sword? Or an axe?" Hua Ping answered, "A knife!" Feng Si Niang was moved and said,
"A knife? Whose knife is faster than yours?"

Hua Ping closed his eyes and said, "Only one person!" Although his expression was desolate, there was no grief or indignation
. He was clearly convinced of the man's skill and felt that his death at the hands of this man was not unjust. Feng
Si Niang couldn't help but ask, "Who is this person?" Hua Ping gazed into the distance and said, word by word, "Xiao Shiyi Lang!"

Xiao Shiyi Lang! Upon hearing these four words, a very strange change immediately appeared on Feng Si Niang's face.
It was impossible to tell whether it was anger, joy, or sorrow.

Hua Ping murmured, "Xiao Shiyilang, Xiao Shiyilang!... You should still recognize him." Feng Siniang slowly
nodded and said, "That's right, I recognize him... Of course I recognize him!" Hua Ping's gaze
returned , focusing on her eyes, and he said, "Do you want to find him?" Hua Ping sighed and said, "You
'll have to find him sooner or later." Feng Siniang angrily said, "Bullshit."

Hua Ping said, "Actually, you don't need to lie to me. I knew all along that you came to the pass this time to do something." Feng
Siniang glared and said, "Who said that?" Hua Ping said, "Although I don't know what you're going to do, I know
it must be something big. You're afraid that your strength alone isn't enough, so you want to find a helper." He smiled sadly
and continued, "That's why you..." "You've come to me, but unfortunately you've come to the wrong person."

Feng Si Niang sneered, "Even if you're right, I can still go to someone else. Why must you go to
Xiao Shiyi Lang? Are all the masters in the martial arts world dead?" Hua Ping said, "But besides him,
who help you?" Feng Si Niang jumped up nakedly and shouted, "Who said there isn't? I
'll go find someone to take a look at you right now."

Hua Ping immediately closed her eyes again and slowly said, "Who do you want to go to? Could it be Doctor Fei?" Her
eyes shone, and she said, "In what way is Doctor Fei inferior to Xiao Shiyi Lang? Not only is his lightness skill superb,
but his finger skills are probably unmatched even by ten Xiao Shiyi Langs combined."

Feng Si Niang left to go find Doctor Fei, but Hua Ping remained in the room. A moment later,
a person jumped down from the roof. It seemed that this person had been hiding on the roof all along, and Feng Si Niang's martial arts skills
had prevented her from noticing his presence. Although this man possessed superb martial arts skills, he appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary
middle-aged businessman.

Hua Ping clearly knew of his presence and showed no surprise at his appearance. "Have you
seen ?" Hua Ping asked coldly. The man smiled and said, "Fourth Sister is truly a peerless beauty. Whether it's her appearance, figure, or..."
"Her temperament and personality are exactly what I desire." Hua Ping snorted and said, "Then why didn't you make your move just now? How could she possibly defeat you with her
martial arts skills ? Why did you have to cause so much trouble?" The middle-aged businessman seemed to still be savoring the previous scene
. "How could you understand the fun in it? Like a cat playing with a mouse, you have to catch and release it three times to get the taste. Although Feng Si Niang will
definitely be at my feet, how could I bear to swallow her whole?"

Hua Ping turned and left without looking back. "I don't care how many times you catch and release her, I've already done what I promised you."
After saying that, he left straight away. Only the middle-aged businessman was left standing there, seemingly still recalling Feng Niang's jade-
like skin.

(II)

Almost an hour had passed, and the outstanding woman still hadn't arrived. Tu Xiaotian took a sip of wine and
shook his head saying, "This woman certainly has quite the airs." The One-Armed Eagle King also shook his head and laughed, "You old codger
, you really don't understand women. No wonder you'll be a lifelong bachelor—do you really think that woman is just putting on airs?"
Tu Xiaotian said, "Isn't she?" The One-Armed Eagle King said, "She's not really putting on airs; she's
just to get." Tu Xiaotian said, "Playing hard to get?" The One-Armed Eagle King said, "That's right. She
knows men are all fickle; the longer they wait, the more curious they become, and the more precious they feel this woman is. A
woman who comes as soon as she's invited is boring to men."

Tu Xiaotian clapped his hands and laughed. "Brilliant insight, brilliant insight... I never imagined Brother Sikong was not only a peerless martial artist, but
also so knowledgeable about women." The One-Armed Eagle King laughed loudly, "To truly understand women is far more difficult than practicing martial arts."
He suddenly stopped laughing, pricked up his ears to listen, and whispered, "They're here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of light footsteps sounded outside the door. Even Hai Lingzi couldn't help but
turn his head to look; he really wanted to see what kind of outstanding woman this was.

The door was open, but a curtain was drawn. A pair of feet were visible beneath the curtain. Although these feet wore only ordinary
blue cloth shoes, they were delicately made, making the feet appear quite graceful. Even though he only
saw a pair of feet, the One-Armed Eagle King was already very satisfied. His enormous head began to shake, and one glowing
eye stared unblinkingly at the shoes, its pupils almost bulging out.

A voice outside the curtain said, "May I come in?" The voice was icy, yet clear and melodious like
a nightingale's . The One-Armed Eagle King laughed loudly, "Of course you can come in, quickly... quickly, please come in." Without moving his feet,
another hand reached in from behind the curtain. The hand was very white, with long, slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails
, unlike the usual embellishments of women who like to dress up, such as those with henna. This hand was not only beautiful but also
had character. Just looking at this hand, one could tell that this woman was indeed extraordinary.

The One-Armed Eagle King nodded repeatedly, laughing, "Good! Very good... excellent..."

The hand slowly lifted the curtain. This extraordinary woman finally entered. In Tu Xiaotian's
imagination , a woman with such an air of importance would surely be dressed extravagantly, heavily made up, and perhaps even adorned with jewels. But
he was wrong. This woman wore only a very light-colored, well-fitting blue cloth dress, her face showing no
trace of makeup, except for a small pearl in her ear.

Tu Xiaotian was astonished; he couldn't believe that a woman of the night would dress so simply, almost
without any adornment. He was astonished because, despite his age, he knew little about women, while this
woman seemed to understand men's psychology all too well. She knew that the less she dressed up, the more outstanding and refined she appeared.
Men's psychology is indeed strange; they always hope that prostitutes don't resemble prostitutes, but rather resemble gentle ladies from respectable families
or noble ladies. But when they encounter a decent, innocent woman, they inexplicably hope
she acts like a prostitute. Therefore, a prostitute who resembles a woman from a respectable family will undoubtedly become
incredibly popular , and a woman from a respectable family who resembles a prostitute will certainly have many suitors.

Although Zhao Wuji was afraid of his wife, even henpecked men can "steal a bite"—there's no
man , just as there's no cat who doesn't steal a bite. He had been with prostitutes many times, and in his memory, every prostitute who
entered had a sweet smile on her face—a professional smile, of course.

But this woman was different. Not only did she not smile, but she didn't even speak. She entered, sat down in a chair, and
sat there coldly, like a wooden doll. This wooden figure was undeniably beautiful.

She appeared to be of a certain age, yet certainly not too old, right in the prime of a woman's life, brimming with charm and
allure . Her eyes were bright, with a slight upturn at the corners, adding to her allure. Especially
striking was her height; her simple blue cloth clothes couldn't conceal her ample bosom, slender waist, or
long, straight legs. Although her clothing wasn't deliberately revealing, anyone could see the mature
and graceful figure beneath. She simply sat there, the curves of her body captivating enough
to make any man's eyes linger.

The one-armed eagle king's eyes narrowed, inwardly gloating over his good fortune tonight. He chuckled and said,
"Good! Very good...please sit, please sit." The woman didn't even glance at him, coldly replying, "I'm already
seated." The one-armed eagle king laughed, "Very right! Very right! You're already seated, and you sit very well." The
woman said, "Then look on. I'm meant to be looked at."

The one-armed eagle king slammed his hand on the table, laughing loudly, "You old geezer, look...look how interesting this woman is. Even
her words are different from others; she dares to give me a hard time!" If anyone else gave him a hard time, he'd
probably smash their head, but this woman giving him a hard time, he found it amusing. Ah! Women are truly
remarkable .

Tu Xiaotian smiled and said, "May I ask if this young lady could tell us her name?" The woman replied,
"My name is Si Niang." The One-Armed Eagle King laughed loudly, "Si Niang?... No wonder you're so unhappy. So you're
missing your mother. Is your mother as beautiful as you?" Si Niang didn't speak, but stood up and walked out.

The One-Armed Eagle King shouted, "Wait, wait! Where are you going?" Si Niang said, "I'm leaving."
The One-Armed Eagle King exclaimed, "Leaving? You're leaving? You just got here and you're already leaving?" Si Niang coldly said, "Although I'm a
woman who sells smiles, my mother isn't. I didn't come here to listen to you joke about my mother
."

She truly understood men. She knew that the higher the status and the more capable a man was, the more he liked disobedient
women, because they were used to seeing too many obedient women. Only men who rarely saw women
enjoyed being flattered by them. The One-Armed Eagle King, as expected, wasn't angry at all; instead, he laughed even more heartily, saying, "Yes, yes, yes,
from now on, if anyone dares to joke about your mother, I'll break their neck first." Only then did Si Niang reluctantly
sit down again.

Zhao Wuji couldn't help but ask, "Since you don't like joking, what do you like?" Si Niang replied,
"I like everything and I like nothing." The One-Armed Eagle King laughed loudly, "Well said, well said! It's
even better than others' singing."

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "Since you speak so well, you must sing even better. I wonder if you
could sing a song so that we can all enjoy it." Si Niang said, "I can't sing." Zhao Wuji said,
"Then... you must be able to play the zither?" Si Niang said, "No, I can't." Zhao Wuji said, "The pipa?" Si
Niang said, "I can't play either." Zhao Wuji couldn't help but laugh and said, "Then... what exactly can you do, Miss?"

Si Niang said, "I came here to accompany you while you drink, so naturally I can drink." The One-Armed Eagle King laughed loudly, "Excellent, excellent!
Being able to drink is enough. I like women who can drink." This "Si Niang" could indeed be described as "able to
drink." Zhao Wuji originally intended to get her drunk and expose her embarrassing behavior. The more Si Niang drank,
the brighter her eyes became, showing no signs of intoxication whatsoever. Zhao Wuji, in turn, dared not offer her any more drinks.

The One-Armed Eagle King also didn't force her to drink—he was a man who knew how to "appreciate" things; he only wanted his
woman to be slightly tipsy, not truly drunk. He also knew how to time things.
When the time was right, he pretended to be drunk himself.

Zhao Wuji, being tactful, smiled and said when the time was right, "Brother Sikong has been working hard
these I'm afraid he's already a little too drunk, isn't he?" The One-Armed Eagle King immediately stood up, saying, "Yes, yes, yes,
I'm drunk and want to sleep…I'm drunk and want to sleep…"

Zhao Wuji hurriedly said, "Manager Ma has already prepared a quiet room for Brother Sikong in the backyard; please trouble
this young lady to take him there." Si Niang glared at him fiercely but surprisingly didn't refuse. She helped the One-Armed
Eagle King out, seemingly quite used to this kind of thing.

Tu Xiaotian chuckled, "I thought she was really different, but in the end, she's
just like any other woman." Zhao Wuji also laughed, "In the end, all women in the world are the same, especially this kind of
woman They're only in this business to 'sell' themselves; if they don't sell, they're just wasting their time." Tu Xiaotian laughed,
"It's just that this woman's method of 'selling' is a bit different from others." Zhao Wuji sighed softly, "With
such a beauty by your side, Eagle King is truly blessed tonight." There was a hint of jealousy in his tone.
Upon hearing this, Tu Xiaotian couldn't help but nod slightly. It seemed he also couldn't wait to bring this special woman back to his room tonight
.

The room that Ma Huihui had prepared for the One-Armed Eagle King was indeed very quiet. As soon as he entered, Si Niang pushed the One-Armed Eagle King away
forcefully , coldly saying, "Your drunkenness should be sober by now, right?" The One-Armed Eagle King laughed, "Sobering up isn't
that fast!" Si Niang sneered, "You weren't drunk at all; do you think I don't know that?"

The One-Armed Eagle King's drunkenness had indeed "sobered up" a bit, and he laughed: "Wakefulness is drunkenness, drunkenness is wakefulness. Life
is but a play, why make such distinctions?" He found the teapot, took a few sips, and muttered, "Wine is stronger
than water, and water certainly doesn't taste as good as wine." Si Niang coldly stared at him and said, "Now that I've brought you back,
what else do you want from me?" The One-Armed Eagle King took her hand with one hand, squinted, and smiled, "
Don't you understand what a man wants to do at a time like this?"

Si Niang shook off his hand and shouted, "What makes you think I'm that..." "You woman, what makes you think I'd
do that kind of thing with you?" The One-Armed Eagle King laughed. "I'll do it because of this." He laughed loudly, took out a large ingot
of gleaming gold, threw it on the table, and glanced at Si Niang, saying, "Do you want this?"

Si Niang said, "We come out here to make money. If it weren't for making money, who would want to be used
as a drinking vessel?" The One-Armed Eagle King laughed loudly, "So you still want money. That makes things much easier." He
grabbed Si Niang's hand again, but she shook it off and said coldly, " "Although I need money, I still need to choose the right person."
The One-Armed Eagle King's expression changed. "What kind of person do you want? A pretty boy?" Si Niang sneered, "
I've seen plenty of pretty boys. I want a real man."

The One-Armed Eagle King smiled and said, "That's right. You won't go wrong choosing me. I am a real man."
Si Niang looked him up and down and said, "I want an extraordinary man. Are you one?" The One-Armed Eagle
King said , "Of course I am."

Si Niang said, "If you really have something extraordinary about you, let me see it. If you can move my heart, even
without a single penny, I will willingly follow you..." The One-Armed Eagle King laughed loudly, "You don't know me,
so you naturally don't know what's so extraordinary about me. But when people in the martial world hear my name, if I tell them to go east, they
won't dare to go west." Si Niang said, "Everyone can brag." The One-Armed Eagle King said, "You don't believe me? Fine, I'll
show you!" With a light slice, he cut off a corner of the table, as easily as cutting tofu.

Si Niang said calmly, "Fine, you're quite capable, but in my opinion, it's not enough..." The One-Armed Eagle King laughed,
"Whether you're capable or not, I can't wait any longer. Come on." He gently pulled, and Si Niang's soft body fell into
his arms. Si Niang closed her eyes, not moving, and said, "You're strong enough to rape me, and I can't resist.
But a real man should make a woman willingly submit to him."

The One-Armed Eagle King didn't reply. He stopped talking and started to act. Although he only had one hand, he
moved more powerfully than a man with two hands. His single hand was much larger and more agile than an ordinary person's. He simply
slid it past the hem of Si Niang's upper body, and a row of buttons were already undone.

Si Niang's ample breasts were already about to burst out of her clothes, and with the hem open, her high breasts were even more prominent. Si Niang was still wearing a plain satin bodice
underneath , and her two full breasts were clearly
visible in the delicate, thin fabric, their rounded shapes even showing the tiny protrusions at their peaks. As the bodice opened, a wonderful, exotic fragrance
wafted from her high, beautiful mounds into the nostrils of the One-Armed Eagle King.

The One-Armed Eagle King took a deep, ecstatic breath, and then eagerly plunged his head into her, rubbing his old face vigorously against her plump breasts.
Although there was a thin bodice between them, what good could the gossamer-thin silk do? The incredibly pleasurable sensation
made the One-Armed Eagle King's breathing become heavier. Conversely, his rough beard prickled painfully against Si Niang's chest.

The One-Armed Eagle King's large hand had already reached around Si Niang's body to untie the bodice's thin straps. Si Niang appeared
unmoved, but her mind was in turmoil, frantically searching for a solution. Just as the One-Armed Eagle King was about to succeed, she
suppressed the urge to slash him away with her palm. Gritting her teeth, she sneered, "You dare call yourself a man? All you do
is bully women. Men who bully women are not only shameless but also the most pathetic. I never thought you were
this kind of person."

The One-Armed Eagle King, panting heavily, didn't lift his head from Si Niang's chest. He just mumbled while enjoying the sensation,
"What kind of person do you think I am?" Si Niang said, "I think you're ugly, but you have some manly spirit,
which is why I came here with you. If it were those three, even if they were drunk on the ground, I wouldn't have helped them up."
She sighed softly and said, "Who knew I would misjudge you? But I can only blame myself, not others
... Alright, hurry up and do it. Anyway, this kind of thing doesn't take long."

The One-Armed Eagle King's hands finally stopped trying to untie her clothes, and his face stopped rolling around in that warm, plump area. He seemed to
be in a daze after what she said. After a long pause, he jumped up and shouted, "What exactly do you want from me?"

Si Niang breathed a sigh of relief, cursing inwardly, "You old thief, you've taken advantage of me for so long." She
sat up, quickly covering her clothes, and said, "I know you're capable, you can kill, and everyone is afraid of you, but that's
nothing special." The One-Armed Eagle King asked, "What would be considered special?"

En Niang said, "I've heard people say that the more capable a person is, the more they hide their abilities. Han Xin suffered the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs, and
only later did people realize how great he was. If he had killed that rogue back then, who would still admire him?" The One-Armed Eagle King
laughed , "Do you want me to crawl between your legs?"

Si Niang couldn't help but laugh too. When she wasn't laughing, she was just a "wooden beauty," but when she laughed,
she was truly vibrant and alluring, and any man who didn't fall for her was surely a dead man. The One-Armed Eagle King,
of course , wasn't dead. 　　He stared straight ahead and laughed, "I, Sikong Shu, have ruled the world, but if you really want me to crawl between your legs, I'll
do it." Si Niang smiled sweetly, "That's not what I meant, it's just..." Her eyes flickered, and she continued, "For example, even if I can't beat you, if you let me hit you and don't retaliate, that truly shows you're a man, that truly shows your manly spirit." The One-Armed Eagle King laughed loudly, "That's easy! What's wrong with me being slapped ?" Si Niang asked, "Really?" The One-Armed Eagle King said, "Of course it's true. Go ahead and hit me, even if it's hard ." 　　Si Niang smiled, "Then I really will hit you." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a section of her jade-like wrist. The One-Armed Eagle King actually didn't move, willingly taking the beating. That's what men are like. Poor men, to show they're "great" and "courageous" in front of women, men will do anything . 　　Si Niang giggled and gently slapped him. Her movements were light and slow, but just as she reached the One-Armed Eagle King's face , her five fingers suddenly flicked out in quick succession, striking four of his vital points with lightning speed. The One-Armed Eagle King clearly hadn't expected this move, and by the time he realized it, it was too late—he had become a wooden puppet. 　　Si Niang giggled sweetly, chuckling, "Good, One-Armed Eagle King, you truly have the spirit of a great man! I admire you!" The One-Armed Eagle King glared at her, his eyes practically spitting fire, but he couldn't utter ; his entire face was completely numb. Si Niang said, "Actually, you don't need to be angry, much less upset. No matter how clever a man is, he'll become a fool when he sees a beautiful woman." She continued with a sweet laugh, "That's why some seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls can easily fool some cunning old lechers; there are many such cases in the world..." 　　As she spoke, she continued to assault the One-Armed Eagle King. The One-Armed Eagle King was wearing a very large robe. The yellow cloth bundle he had been carrying was hidden inside his robe. Si Niang found the bundle, her eyes lighting up even more. Unwrapping it, she revealed a knife case. The blade within gleamed like snow! 　　Si Niang stared intently at the knife, murmuring, "Xiao Shiyi Lang, Xiao Shiyi Lang, did you think I could n't take this knife by myself? You not only underestimate me, but you also underestimate women. Men …" 　　Ah, what a remarkable woman! Feng Si Niang is truly a remarkable woman! But Feng Si Niang is, after all, still a woman . When a woman sees something she likes, she becomes blind to danger. Most lecherous men know this weakness, so they use dazzling gifts to mask their dangerous attacks. 　　Feng Si Niang's entire focus was on the knife; she didn't even see the sinister smile on the face of the One-Armed Eagle King. By the time she tried to leave, it was too late! The one-armed eagle king's ape-like long arm suddenly shot out with lightning speed, seizing her wrist. Half of her body immediately went numb, and the knife in her hand clattered to the ground! The speed of this move left her no room to dodge. 　　The one-armed eagle king sneered, "If you think I'm really a fool, you're not only underestimating me, but also underestimating men . Women can never imagine how capable men truly are!" Feng Si Niang's heart sank to the bottom, but she still wore a smile on her face, because she knew that her only remaining weapon was her smile. 　　She glanced at the One-Armed Eagle King out of the corner of her eye, smiling sweetly, "Why are you getting angry? Isn't it quite interesting for a man to be tricked by a woman once in a while ? If you take it too seriously, it'll be boring." The One-Armed Eagle King grinned maliciously, " Isn't it quite interesting for a woman to be raped by a man once in a while?" 　　His hand suddenly tightened, and Feng Si Niang's whole body went numb, leaving her without any strength. He then slapped her down, knocking her onto the bed. The One-Armed Eagle King was already grinning maliciously as he walked towards her. She gritted her teeth, mustered all her strength, and kicked at him. 　　But before the kick could even land, his eagle-claw-like hand caught it. With a slight twist, her ankle felt like it was about to break, and tears welled up in her eyes from the pain. Although many in the martial arts world would feel a headache , it wasn't because she was particularly skilled in martial arts. Now, facing a true master like the One-Armed Eagle King, Feng Si Niang was no match for him in a direct confrontation. 　　At this moment, the thin blue cloth shoes that the one-armed eagle king had been holding tightly in his palm had also turned into tattered cloth, revealing...

He gazed at her delicate, translucent, and almost flawless feet. The One-Armed Eagle King,
seemingly , murmured, "Such beautiful feet, so beautiful..." He lowered his head, kissing
the soles of her feet with his nose, taking her jade-like toes into his mouth, and teasing between them with his tongue.

No woman's soles are immune to tickling, especially Feng Si Niang. The One-Armed Eagle King's unkempt
beard prickled her soles, his nimble tongue brushing and sweeping between her toes. His hot
breath seemed to penetrate her very soul. Though she felt shock, fear, anger, and nausea... she
couldn't bear .

Her heart was about to explode, yet she couldn't help but giggle, tears streaming down her face.
Between cursed, "Beast, beast, you old, undead beast, let me go..." She
uttered all the most vile words in the world, yet she still couldn't stop laughing. Not only was she laughing, but her entire body was writhing
and struggling, her slender, supple form transforming into a goldfish emerging from the water.

The One-Armed Eagle King stared at her alluring body, accentuated by her desperate struggle, and lust surged to his head. He reached out
his long arm and, with a "rip," tore Feng Si Niang's upper garment. This time, he didn't bother with untying the ties
; with another swift motion, he roughly ripped off her undergarment and tossed it aside.

Thus, Feng Si Niang's snow-white breasts were completely exposed to the One-Armed Eagle King's eyes. Those
two large, snow-white mounds rippled with her struggles, creating mesmerizing waves. Due to tension and stimulation,
the tips of her nipples swelled and hardened, like two cherries adorning them.

Watching the violently heaving waves of Feng Si Niang's chest, the One-Armed Eagle King's blood boiled, and his Adam's apple bobbed. His
tongue finally released Feng Siniang's slender toes, but instead lowered his head and bit into her breasts, wantonly licking and playing with their
beautiful fullness. The One-Armed Eagle King was not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also an expert in toying with women.
The stimulation from his tongue roaming over Feng Siniang's chest surpassed even his previous fondling of her feet.

Feng Siniang had never had her breasts played with like this before. Although she seemed unrestrained, not minding bathing and changing clothes in
front of , Feng Siniang was not a promiscuous woman; her boldness was merely
a weapon she used to protect herself. Now, all her defenses had been torn to shreds by the demon within her. Her body, which she had always cherished, had become a plaything and a feast for
the One-Armed Eagle King's tongue. Fear, anger, shame… all sorts of emotions assaulted her heart,
rendering the usually resourceful Feng Siniang unable to think of how to escape the torment of her fate. She could only scream and struggle
helplessly , "Beast! Let me go!" But her voice grew weaker and weaker.
Fighting against an enemy whose martial arts were far superior to hers, the One-Armed Eagle King, had gradually exhausted her.

The One-Armed Eagle King enjoyed Feng Si Niang's wonderful breasts for a long time before reluctantly raising his head. At this moment, Si Niang was
too weak to struggle. She was panting heavily, her body limp. Her two breasts, which had been ravaged, still stood erect, but
the teeth marks left by the One-Armed Eagle King's frenzied biting were visible everywhere on her delicate skin. Combined with Feng Si Niang's own sweat and
the dirty saliva left by the One-Armed Eagle King, her once crystal-clear breasts now gleamed with a lewd light under the lamp
.

The One-Armed Eagle King lewdly laughed, "You stinking woman! You asked for this!" He quickly stripped off all his
clothes , revealing his old but still strong body. Especially his manhood, dark and hot,
looked truly ferocious and terrifying.

Seeing him strip naked, Feng Si Niang let out a soft cry, her body shrinking back in terror. She closed her
eyes in fear, as if she couldn't bear to witness the grotesque scene.

Having undressed himself, the One-Armed Eagle King naturally didn't want any more clothes on Feng Si Niang's body. With a few
quick rips of his iron palm, Feng Si Niang's outer trousers and underpants were reduced to shreds scattered at the foot of the bed.
Feng Si Niang's mature and perfect body was laid bare before him.

"You woman, you truly have a beautiful body!" the One-Armed Eagle King exclaimed in admiration. If he had known this woman
was the renowned Feng Si Niang of the martial arts world, he would have been even more delighted. Only then did he realize how wasteful it was to have only
one hand, for there were so many parts of Feng Si Niang's body worthy of caressing and playing with; even eight arms
wouldn't have been enough.

At this moment, his one arm roamed over Feng Siniang's large, round, snowy buttocks. Under his shameless fondling, Feng
Siniang trembled like an incredibly weak lamb, showing no trace of the fearsome female
monster .

The One-Armed Eagle King didn't want to waste any more time; his naked body pressed down on the equally naked Feng Siniang, about to truly
experience ecstasy. Feng Siniang closed her eyes tightly. Whether it was the iron palm that had just been so brazenly on her buttocks, or
the man's body now pressing down on her, both caused her heart to ache. But at this moment, she had no
means and could only let everything take its course. "I will definitely kill you! I will definitely..." she cried weakly in her heart
, but outwardly, only two lines of clear tears streamed down her face...

Although the One-Armed Eagle King possessed such martial arts skills, he was completely unaware that a middle-aged man with an ordinary-looking businessman was
standing . The middle-aged businessman peered through the crack in the window, his eyes fixed on
everything in the room. Nothing had escaped his notice since the two entered.

Before, no matter how the One-Armed Eagle King toyed with Feng Siniang, the businessman remained unmoved. But now,
seeing the One-Armed Eagle King about to truly possess Feng Siniang, a flash of anger crossed his face. "
How dare you, a cripple, lay a finger on my treasure!" He glanced into the distance, thinking, "Why is Xiao Shiyi Lang so
slow? It's already so late, and he still hasn't found me!"

In desperation, the businessman pointed through the window at the back of the One-Armed Eagle King, who was already straddling Feng Siniang and spreading her
legs. At the most crucial moment, the One-Armed Eagle King suddenly felt a gust of wind from the finger
. He cried out and quickly rolled away, no longer caring about Feng Siniang who was about to be devoured.

"Who!" the One-Armed Eagle King shouted. The middle-aged businessman ignored him, only glancing up at the figure that was rapidly approaching from
the rooftops , thinking to himself, "Finally here!" The figure vanished from the courtyard in a flash. At that moment,
Xiao Shiyilang, arriving late, finally rushed into the courtyard…

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