Battle Through the Heavens: Nalan Yanran (May 10)

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Chapter Five, Ling Lao,

Canaan Academy Inner Courtyard, Xun'er's Room.

Xiao Yan embraced Xun'er, who was wearing a black and white lotus-patterned dress, his fingers caressing her slender, delicate

legs in white stockings, kissing her fair oval face and tender lips.

Xiao Yan carried Xun'er to the bed and pinned her down.

"No—, this is too early—, don't you have Nalan Yanran?" Xun'er twisted her body,

struggling to refuse.

"Xun'er, you are too charming, I want you so much. As for Yanran, I still have a distance between us—" Xiao

Yan said passionately, sealing Xun'er's mouth with his tongue.

"Mmm—, if you do this again, Xun'er will get angry!" Xun'er puffed out her delicate, full face and gently

pushed Xiao Yan away.

Outside the room, Ling Lao, who had been waiting for Xun'er, was about to speak up to stop Xiao Yan when he was suddenly kicked

to the ground by a slender, long, white-stockinged leg that lifted up from behind.

Lying on the ground, Elder Ling saw that it was Nalan Yanran. He was about to unleash his battle qi to subdue her when Nalan Yanran's

high-heeled foot stomped between his legs, the excruciating pain instantly rendering him weak and powerless.

"Hmm? As a servant, you dare to openly peep at your master and his lover's secret rendezvous?" Nalan Yanran's pure

black high heel stomped and spun between Elder Ling's legs, then she pulled it out and used the blood-stained

sole to press and crush Elder Ling's face, speaking with an intimidating aura.

Elder Ling looked at Nalan Yanran's slender figure in her black and white floral dress, her fair and round face, and her

crystal-clear eyes. For a moment, his heart fluttered, and he felt that the vibrant young woman before him was his master. However, as

a seasoned Battle Emperor, he immediately regained his senses.

"Don't you want some? This is mud from the soles of my high heels mixed with your own blood essence." Nalan Yanran

said with a playful and seductive smile, stepping on Elder Ling.

Elder Ling activated his battle qi, repelling Nalan Yanran. Just as he was about to subdue her, he was suddenly struck by a chain fan

wrapped in soul-deep energy, knocking him to the ground and severely injuring him.

"A Dou Zong?" Elder Ling looked at the old man standing behind Nalan Yanran with a blank expression in surprise.

"Not bad, haha—" Nalan Yanran giggled as she stepped forward, lifting her long, pointed high heels

and kicking Old Ling several times on his body and face. She then used the soles of her high heels to wipe

the dirt off Old Ling's body like a shoe insole, saying with haughty disdain, "Your ancient clan only sent a mere Dou Huang like you to protect Gu Xun'er, the young master? Is

the ancient clan running out of talent, or do the clan members not value her?"

"You are...?" Old Ling looked at the beautiful young woman in front of him in a panic. Knowing that the ancient clan could use soul

attacks thought of one possibility and said nervously, "The Soul Clan?"

"More or less, but not quite." Nalan Yanran nodded with a giggle.

"You were peeping at your master and her lover in secret, so I'll punish you on her behalf." As Nalan Yanran spoke, she swung off

one of her high heels, revealing a jade foot covered in black stockings and sweat and excrement, and stepped on Old Ling's mouth.

A tempting, rich, moist, and pungent stench wafted over, and Old Ling shook his head and struggled.

"Hehe—, although my sweaty feet and excrement smell bad, they're a delicacy for you lowly men

. So, eat them up properly!"

Nalan Yanran said languidly and seductively, shoving her black-stockinged jade foot into the mouth of the heavily injured Elder Ling, forcing his mouth open

. Then, she channeled her fighting spirit, squeezing all the impurities, dead skin, and foot grime from her delicate jade foot, along with the sweat from her black stockings,

into Elder Ling's mouth.

"Ugh—" Elder Ling struggled weakly.

"Hehe—" Nalan Yanran looked at the jade foot that seemed to be wearing white stockings as she pulled it out, slapped Elder Ling's feet a few times

, and then stepped on his legs where a lump was gradually forming.

Several streams of fighting spirit shot out from her slender white jade fingertips, tearing Elder Ling's underwear, and shoving it into his mouth. Her

black- stepped on the round and cute little snake.

"I've learned a new method of absorbing the energy of others. Although it's ten times less effective than using my honeypot and delicate

mouth, it's better than nothing," Nalan Yanran said, her alluring gaze sweeping over Elder Ling. Her slender, smooth, and soft

black silk-stockinged feet caressed and stomped on Elder Ling's penis.

Elder Ling lay quietly, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

After a few stomps and plays, the white, delicate black silk-stockinged feet, like solidified milk,

provided a wonderful, succulent sensation with each stomp.

"Heh, this punishment is quite an enjoyment for you," Nalan Yanran said. Elder Ling chuckled, and

Nalan Yanran's black silk-stockinged feet, like a soft, boneless, slippery water snake, coiled around Elder Ling's stiff penis, squeezing

it.

The taste of Nalan Yanran's sweat and excrement lingered in his mouth, and he suddenly found it quite delicious, a flavor that lingered long afterward.

A wave of intense pain and pleasure washed over him. Ling Lao's long rod, like a faucet, gushed forth thick,

milky-white fluid.

Nalan Yanran, watching Ling Lao's expression of enjoyment, smiled mockingly, "You think I'll let you enjoy this?"

As she spoke, she lifted her other foot, still clad in high heels and black stockings, and swung her beautiful leg, stabbing hard into Ling Lao

's groin.

"Ah!" Ling Lao screamed in agony. His testicles felt like they were about to be crushed by Nalan Yanran, but he felt

countless streams of thick, white fluid gushing out, bouncing and spraying onto Nalan Yanran's youthful, vibrant dress

.

Chapter Six:

Xun'er left and rejected Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan had a feeling that even if Ling Lao and Nalan Yanran weren't outside the window,

she would still reject him.

Seeing Xiao Yan's dejected expression, Yao Chen jumped out of his storage ring and said, "Boy, let me tell

you something. Xun'er's family background is more powerful than you can imagine. She probably has ulterior motives for approaching you. As for Miss Nalan

, she's perfect for you. Cherish her."

Another day passed. Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran spent the night together. Xiao Yan went out to cultivate early, but the little snake

Medusa fell out of his sleeve.

The little snake Medusa blinked its crystal-clear triangular eyes, flicked its bright red tongue, and wrapped its small, smooth

body around Nalan Yanran's fair and delicate legs, sliding and licking.

The little snake grew along Nalan Yanran's fair and beautiful legs, and soon reached the fragrant, muddy

base . Looking at the peach blossom flower covered with sticky white fluid, its little head immediately moved closer, opening its mouth to suck and lick.

Unbeknownst to her, the little snake Medusa had burrowed into Nalan Yanran's delicate cave. Its smooth, glistening scales trembled

against Nalan Yanran's tender, pink skin. The feeling of obstruction caused the little snake to struggle and writhe, and a surge of sweet fluid rushed towards her.

The little snake opened its mouth and swallowed it all, savoring the experience with relish.

"Giggle—, itchy—" Nalan Yanran murmured languidly as she awoke from her dream.

Nalan Yanran opened her alluring, rosy eyes, her gaze seductive and captivating. Her fair, slender hands reached between

her legs , pulling out the little snake Medusa and holding it up to her eyes. "You're so cute like this, licking my genitals

. I wonder if you'll still be willing after you become a bewitching and alluring beauty." As

Nalan Yanran spoke, she pushed the little snake into her mouth and gave it a "smack."

"Ugh—" The little snake thrashed and struggled joyfully before Nalan Yanran's eyes, its head and tail twitching.

"Hehe—, this is fun," Nalan Yanran said with a delighted laugh. "Your little snake is

much more fun than Xiao Yan's. Hmm—, I'll continue sleeping for a while."

Nalan Yanran said, tucking the little snake Medusa between her full breasts, then closed her eyes and

continued sleeping soundly.

The little snake flicked its long, thin tongue, kissing and licking Nalan Yanran's fair, full breasts, then twisted its smooth

, translucent body, sliding down Nalan Yanran's fair, creamy skin.

The little snake crawled over Nalan Yanran's slender, alluring waist, then came to the pink, alluring triangle between her legs.

A rich fragrance wafted over, and the little snake hid in Nalan Yanran's dark, clean hair, licking and sucking

the sweet, pale yellow nectar. Suddenly, it felt a suction, and the little snake looked at that pink, delicate cave, as if

it were being tempted to be devoured.

The little snake trembled with fear, recalling its recent experience, and then slid

down Nalan Yanran's black-stockinged thigh.

It burrowed inside her stockings, reaching her jade-like feet. A strong,

pungent, and slightly salty stench filled the air, initially repulsive, yet upon closer inspection, it

possessed a unique charm, tempting it to continue sniffing.

The snake flicked its tongue, licking the dirty black stockings on the soles of Nalan Yanran's feet, then began licking her

soft, delicate soles, which were covered in sweat and sticky white patches.

Nalan Yanran's sweat and the white patches left by Xiao Yan were both rich sources of Dou Qi energy, which the little snake continuously

licked, digested, and absorbed, its Medusa-like desires stirring within it.

Not long after, Nalan Yanran woke up and looked at the little snake wriggling and playing inside her black stockings.

She patted her feet together, saying, "I'm tired of stomping on Xiao Yan and the others'

little snakes. Hehe, I haven't stomped on a real one yet."

She stood up from the bed and carefully stepped on the snake, slowly pressing her weight onto its slippery surface

.

Nalan Yanran's weight, her fair skin, and the loose, damp black stockings only made the snake more

comfortable , chirping happily.

Suddenly, Nalan Yanran's feet trembled, and the snake grew larger, bursting through her stockings.

A surge of battle qi energy gathered, and Nalan Yanran's feet instantly transformed into the alluring and voluptuous Medusa Queen.

Her fair feet stomped on Medusa's prominent, proud breasts.

"Get off, little girl!" Medusa coldly commanded.

"Oh—, this is the first time someone has spoken to me in such a tone." Nalan Yanran chuckled teasingly,

stomping her jade foot on Medusa's chest, causing the still weakened Medusa

to gasp softly.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're not only weak now, unable to use your Dou Zong strength,

but you also can't maintain your human form for long." Nalan Yanran said, sitting on Medusa's slender and alluring waist,

slapping her seductive face a few times with the sole of her foot. "So you'd better obey me,

or when you turn back into your snake form, I'll keep you in my holy water and fragrant feces!"

"Giggle—" Nalan Yanran's youthful and pretty face laughed triumphantly and seductively, inserting her jade foot

into Medusa's luscious red lips. Medusa's seductive eyes were filled with stubborn tears as she

licked Nalan Yanran's tender, white toes.

Chapter Seven: Zi Yan

spoke of Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan didn't seem too concerned about Xun'er's departure; what comes together must come apart. He gradually

began to suspect Nalan Yanran. Nalan Yanran's sudden change in the capital was already highly suspicious, and Xiao Yan gradually discovered that

apart from her black stockings and jade feet, nothing else could make him ejaculate.

"Brother Xiao Yan!" In front of the library, Zi Yan, in her little girl form, hugged Xiao Yan's arm, unconsciously

rubbing her full breasts against him, pouting her orange-pink lips, and said, "What are you doing here? There aren't any good

books or good medicinal herbs."

Zi Yan wore a pure white, ethereal, low-cut fairy dress, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin, and her feet were encased in smooth, hazy

white stockings, covering her fair and slender legs.

A fresh yet rich and alluring fragrance wafted over. Looking at Zi Yan's youthful and beautiful body, Xiao Yan swallowed

hard, suppressing his desire. He took out a sweet pill and popped it into Zi Yan's delicate mouth. "Hehe—

," Zi Yan sucked on Xiao Yan's finger.

"I came to find you," he said with a smile, picking up Zi Yan and flying to a secluded spot in the forest behind the mountain.

Xiao Yan threw Zi Yan onto the grass, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis

, pointing it at Zi Yan's fair, tender, and plump face. "Come on, lick it!"

"Huh?" Zi Yan hesitated, smiling slightly. Her large, bright eyes looked at the trustworthy older brother before her.

She extended her thin, moist tongue and licked the fiery red tongue.

A thrilling, stimulating sensation washed over her. Xiao Yan's penis throbbed joyfully, its ferocious

shape slapping against Zi Yan's plump, fair face.

"Ahhh!" Zi Yan burst into tears, her delicate, jade-like fists pounding Xiao

Yan's chest, quickly injuring him.

"Pfft." Xiao Yan coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.

"Brother Xiao Yan? Are you alright? Don't scare Zi Yan. Just do as you say." Zi Yan

straddled Xiao Yan, spreading her fair legs, and used her slender fingers to dredge the blood from his cheek into his mouth.

"Cough, it's alright. Let's continue the experiment," Xiao Yan said, turning Zi Yan's small, delicate body around him

.

Zi Yan sat on Xiao Yan's chest. "Don't be afraid. Take it in your mouth. It's okay if you bite it."

Zi Yan lay on top of him, Xiao Yan's head nestled between her smooth, full buttocks, completely

hidden beneath her pure white lace skirt.

A hazy, dreamlike feeling washed over Xiao Yan, who was intoxicated by the rich, pure scent of virgin milk.

Soon, he felt his blood surging and rushing to his groin; his penis had swelled

to its maximum size, and Zi Yan's delicate lips could barely hold the tip.

The moist, warm sensation of Zi Yan's lips was incredibly pleasurable, and he fantasized

about staying inside her forever. However, it couldn't provide any further stimulation.

Xiao Yan frowned, thinking that Zi Yan was still a little girl, not even licking him. "Come on, stand up and step

on your brother!" Xiao Yan said, picking up Zi Yan.

Zi Yan wasn't wearing shoes; a pair of white, knee-high stockings encased her delicate little feet, specks of

sand clinging to them, yet emitting a fresh, elegant, and invigorating fragrance. Xiao Yan grabbed one of Zi Yan's white-stockinged feet and

licked it .

"Hehe—, it's so dirty." Little Zi Yan stomped on Xiao Yan's chest, giggling, and

slapped his face twice with the soles of her white-stockinged feet.

"Not dirty, how could my Zi Yan be dirty?" Xiao Yan said, releasing Zi Yan's white-stockinged feet. "

It's still that long rod, use your white-stockinged feet to stomp, smash, and play with it."

"Okay!" Zi Yan happily agreed, her white-stockinged feet standing between Xiao Yan's lower abdomen and thighs, wantonly stomping and ravaging

the stiff snake, spitting out a mouthful of crystal-clear, sweet saliva as revenge on the snake.

Zi Yan stomped and kicked on Xiao Yan's lower abdomen, involuntarily twisting her white-stockinged feet and dancing gracefully.

The hazy gauze skirt and Zi Yan's graceful body complemented each other, and her exquisite dance moves captivated Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan thought

that Zi Yan would probably always remain in this little girl form, and keeping her by his side as a little girl who would never grow up was

quite nice .

Zi Yan's delicate jade feet and the mesh white stockings gave Xiao Yan a particularly comfortable and wonderful stimulating pleasure. Zi Yan even used her crystal-clear toenails to poke at the small eyes on the long snake through the white stockings.

Zi Yan's toenails pierced into the eye holes, twisting and injuring Xiao Yan's bright red and sensitive flesh and nerves.

Intense pain accompanied by surging pleasure washed over him, and Xiao Yan's body trembled. Streams of life-giving white fluid

surged and rushed into Xiao Yan's lower abdomen. However, as if blocked, the surging white fluid couldn't break through the tip

of the long spear.

"Black stockings and white stockings are no different, it really is that bitch Nalan Yanran!"

Feeling extremely blocked and irritated, Xiao Yan had the illusion that his long spear had been forcibly stretched to twice its original size.

"Brother Xiao Yan, are you feeling unwell? Did I do something wrong?" Zi Yan asked timidly and sweetly.

"No, you did very well," Xiao Yan said softly. He sighed, took out

the damp black stockings that Nalan Yanran had changed out of, wrapped them around his spear, and stroked them a few times. The shaft absorbed the smelly sweat from the black stockings, and immediately,

thick white fluid gushed out.

Xiao Yan collapsed to the ground, embracing little Zi Yan, and fell into a deep sleep, exhausted.

Little Zi Yan blinked her big, watery eyes, took the smelly black stockings stained with thick white fluid, and began to eat them.

Chapter Eight,

Evening. Xiao Yan walked back to the courtyard and faintly heard Nalan Yanran's seductive moans coming from the room. Xiao Yan frowned

, rudely pushed open the door, and saw Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing, both ranked among the top ten on the inner courtyard's strength list, completely naked in

the room.

The robust and muscular Liu Qing lay flat on the couch, used as a human cushion by Nalan Yanran, while the elegant and

handsome Lin Xiuya knelt at her feet, kissing and licking the soles of her exquisite silver high heels.

"You're back," Nalan Yanran said, playfully poking Lin Xiuya's

face Wearing a silver short-skirted undergarment and with her long, reddish-brown hair cascading loosely over her shoulders, she chewed on her glossy fingernails,

her eyes filled with a tender, loving gaze as she spoke to Xiao Yan.

"You!" Xiao Yan was instantly enraged, grabbing the giant ruler behind him, ready to strike Nalan Yanran, but then

he turned and saw Lin Xiuya kneeling at her feet, looking at him with a mocking and disdainful smile. Xiao Yan calmed down.

"You stole my dirty, smelly black stockings?" Nalan Yanran asked languidly and delicately.

"Yes," Xiao Yan replied, trying to remain calm.

"Oh—," Nalan Yanran said in a coquettish voice, "It seems you've already figured it out. Now I'll give

you two choices. Either, like him, obediently become my dog at my feet," she said, slapping Lin Xiuya's head with the sole of her silver

high heel . Lin Xiuya responded affectionately like a puppy. "Or, get out!"

Xiao Yan turned and slammed the door shut without a word, leaving. Nalan Yanran said from afar, "Let me remind you, what can unblock

things isn't the stockings, but my sweaty feet. So if you want to wear my stockings for the rest of your life,

you can't wash them."

The little snake Medusa bounced and wrapped around Xiao Yan's arm.

Xiao Yan left, but the room was still filled with the fragrance of spring, a blush of crimson.

The strong young man Liu Qing was sitting on Nalan Yanran, his legs forming a huge, long rod, standing erect

under Nalan Yanran's short silver skirt, tightly clamped by her elastic and charming thighs.

"So hot—so comfortable—" Nalan Yanran cried out softly, her fair hands kneading Liu Qing

's thick, long spear and its burning tip, twisting her body as she guided it towards her fragrant flower beneath her thick pubic hair.

A jolt of electric stimulation washed over him as Liu Qing's spear plunged into Nalan Yanran's body. The tender, soft

touch, the slippery, sweet juices, and the tight, oppressive feeling of her vagina brought him immense pleasure, causing all the heat in his body to

rush between his legs.

Nalan Yanran's soft moans, "Mmm—, so big—so full—," lingered in his ears. Her loose,

fragrant hair brushed against his cheeks. Liu Qing reached out and embraced Nalan Yanran's proud, fiery body,

caressing her slender waist and firm, full breasts, thrusting his hips in and out.

A moment later, Liu Qing ejaculated, streams of white semen being completely absorbed by Nalan Yanran's luscious orifice. He breathed heavily,

exhausted .

Lying on top of Liu Qing, Nalan Yanran squinted, savoring the tenderness for a while, then rolled over and straddled him .

Her delicate hands pinched Liu Qing's chin as she said, "Is that all? I haven't had my fun yet,

let's continue."

"Uh—, Master, let me rest for a while," Liu Qing asked timidly.

"Slap." Nalan Yanran slapped Liu Qing across the face, spitting out a mouthful of cloudy, fragrant saliva.

"Am I negotiating with you, you dog slave?"

Nalan Yanran said, twisting her serpentine waist and her full, tender breasts lovingly...

As Liu Qing rubbed against her body, the soft, long spear tightly gripped by her smooth, rounded legs and hips suddenly stiffened and

became .

"No—Master—" Liu Qing begged for mercy. He could feel Nalan Yanran's alluring and seductive cave

tightening its grip, giving him immense pleasure and pain. All the heat and fighting spirit energy in his body gathered there,

and then like an explosion, it was absorbed by Nalan Yanran.

Liu Qing instantly became ten years thinner and older, and fell into a deep sleep.

Nalan Yanran teased her beautiful feet in silver high heels, poking at Lin Xiuya's face and chest as he knelt at her feet.

"Envious of him? He did penetrate Master's tender cave, although his fighting spirit and life force were almost completely wasted."

She used her toes to lift Lin Xiuya's chin and looked at him as she spoke.

"No," Lin Xiuyai shook his head, "I'm satisfied with serving my master with my tongue."

"Hehe—, then come on." Nalan Yanran said, pulling Lin Xiuyai

between her wet, muddy, and murky legs. Lin Xiuyai smelled the decadent and alluring fragrance, and before he knew it, a long rod had hardened on his lower abdomen.

The small eye on the fiery red head of the rod was open, as if breathing in and out the lewd and sweet scent in the room.

Lin Xiuyai obediently buried his head under Nalan Yanran's thin skirt, licking and cleaning, serving and swallowing her.

"Hehe—, lick it well, this is all a great tonic." Nalan Yanran giggled,

pressing Lin Xiuya's head down with her hand. Looking at the long rod between his legs, she lifted her ultra-thin silver high heels and stepped

down, the heel directly piercing Lin Xiuya's hole. Lin Xiuya convulsed and trembled, thick white semen gushing

out . Nalan Yanran pulled out the high heel and used the sand-covered sole to stomp hard on and block Lin Xiuya's tender and

sensitive fiery red snake head.

Chapter Nine: Queen Medusa's Illusion

Xiao Yan entered a room in the Flame Tower, calmly thinking, "That bitch. She's still too weak."

Xiao Yan sat cross-legged, plucking strands of Fallen Heart Flame to temper his Dou Qi. The little snake Medusa wriggled around his arm

, its triangular head flicking its alluring tongue as it chirped at Xiao Yan. Xiao Yan looked down at Medusa, its

crystalline snake eyes radiating seven-colored light. "And here you are, little thing, keeping me company."

Xiao Yan recalled the snake's origins—the alluring and beautiful snake queen, the golden, arid desert, the sky

filled with Azure Lotus Earth Core Flames—all so blurry, as if he had never experienced them.

"Giggle—, what are you thinking about?" A clear, melodious, and seductive laugh interrupted Xiao Yan's dazed

thoughts .

"This—?" Xiao Yan stared at the pale blue lotus flame enveloping the entire bottom of the pool. The pure white lotus platform

radiated rich Dou Qi energy before him. Further ahead, Queen Medusa reclined languidly on her throne,

her brown cheongsam outlining her mature and fiery figure. Her shapely legs, clad in black stockings, swayed alluringly. "You, you've

successfully evolved?"

"Otherwise what? Do you think a mere Dou Shi like you can stop me?" Medusa trembled, her alluring smile

radiating a mature and seductive queenly aura.

Yet, looking at Medusa's smooth, pale yellow skin, pale pink lips, and deep, dark eyes, Xiao Yan felt

a sense of familiarity, like that of an older sister from the Ling family.

Compared to that damned bitch Nalan Yanran and the ethereal Xun'er, this queen seemed more suitable for

him. Xiao Yan thought.

"Kneel down and lick my feet! Seeing how obedient you are, I'll reluctantly take you as my male consort, and I can also

reward you with a wisp of Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame to help your Flame Technique evolve." Queen Medusa lifted her long legs in lace-trimmed black stockings,

speaking with a seductive and languid air.

"Yes! My Queen!"

Xiao Yan obediently knelt before Medusa, picked up her noble, chunky-heeled,

pure licked the spotless sole, and then reverently and gently removed her high heels, holding Medusa's black-stockinged

feet and sucking and licking them.

Xiao Yan could feel Medusa looking at him languidly and contentedly, her

seductive giggles lingering in his ears. As Xiao Yan licked Medusa's black-stockinged jade feet, the mesh black stockings were like clusters of teasing

thorns , the smooth and delicate skin having a soft, boneless feel.

However, Queen Medusa's black-stockinged feet were like lotus flowers just emerging from clear water, without a trace of salty sweat or

grime , nor any pure smell or odor. Xiao Yan inexplicably missed Xun'er's

bare feet, glistening with fragrant sweat, or perhaps Nalan Yanran's delicate, alluring, and addictive black-stockinged, smelly feet.

"Why do I remember Nalan Yanran's smelly feet? No, this is an illusion!"

Xiao Yan's mind cleared, he shook his head, and looked up at Queen Medusa's alluring and voluptuous body. Her tight-fitting brown

patterned cheongsam was slightly torn, revealing her smooth, snow-white skin.

Medusa's slender waist, full and seductive breasts, and crystal-clear, seven-colored eyes all captivated Xiao Yan

, yet he felt even more lost in a dreamlike illusion. She, a high-ranking Dou Zong expert, was actually

speaking to him, a mere Dou Shi.

"Slap!" Medusa's slap interrupted Xiao Yan's reverie. "In front of this queen, you're still thinking about

other women?"

"No—, Queen, spare me!" Xiao Yan buried his head between Medusa's black-stockinged legs, begging for mercy, his face

burning with pain.

"Look up. Open your mouth."

Xiao Yan shakily raised his head, looking at Medusa's alluring, majestic, yet somewhat cold and delicate face, a face that was both

seductive and disdainful yet stubborn. He would never forget it.

"Spit!"

A mouthful of thick, cloudy, fragrant saliva was spat from Medusa's pale pink lips into Xiao Yan's mouth,

which he savored with relish.

Medusa lifted her black-stockinged legs, threw Xiao Yan to the ground, then got up and spread her plump, rounded thighs

and short cheongsam skirt, sitting on Xiao Yan's face.

"Lick it properly for me, you lowly slave!"

A rich, alluring, moist fragrance wafted over, pressing against Medusa Queen's firm, shapely thighs.

A thick, neat tuft of hair rubbed against his face, making him unbearably itchy.

Xiao Yan took Medusa's tender, sensitive area between her legs into his mouth, licking and savoring her alluring sweat

and sweet nectar. His lips sucked and chewed, his tongue venturing into Medusa's cave, rubbing and teasing the pink, sensitive

flesh.

Medusa, straddling Xiao Yan's face, let out a soft, seductive moan. She lifted Xiao Yan's trousers,

her drunken mature face shyly gazing at Xiao Yan's fiery red rod. She extended her small, delicate tongue and licked the hot rod

, then took it into her mouth, chewing and breathing heavily.

Xiao Yan's heart fluttered, and he served Queen Medusa even more diligently, enjoying her service.

Before long, the blood and fighting spirit within Xiao Yan's body circulated wildly, and he felt his body growing increasingly hot.

"This is... that bitch Nalan Yanran's stinky foot sweat? I'll just have to swallow it!"

Medusa uttered a sound, and Xiao Yan felt Queen Medusa's delicate tongue instantly transform into a

thread-like snake's tongue, piercing the hole in Xiao Yan's long rod.

"Ah!" Xiao Yan let out a painful yet pleasurable scream as thick, viscous white fluid gushed

into Medusa's mouth, which she disgustingly forced herself to swallow.

In Chapter Ten

, in the Flame Tower room, Xiao Yan looked at the mature and alluring woman sitting cross-legged opposite him—the humanized Queen

Medusa .

"Just now, it wasn't an illusion, was it?" Xiao Yan said timidly, then

regretted it when he saw the white fluid stains on Medusa's luscious red lips.

"What do you think?" Medusa gave him a seductive, shy glance, her allure as captivating as that of lovers.

"Actually, I suffered the same humiliation as you, at the hands of that bitch Nalan Yanran. Would you still want me to be your

queen?" Medusa spoke in a coquettish manner, teasingly stepping on Xiao Yan's exposed penis and

fair feet.

Xiao Yan looked at Medusa, her pink snakeskin floral dress barely covering her thighs, her alluring

face , her curvaceous figure, and her long, snow-white legs. Her pink

high heels resembled a pair of triangular snake mouths, yet they stirred within him an urge to kneel down and caress them.

Xiao Yan glanced down at his pulled-down trousers and underwear, his wet penis still erect, and he

knew that at least the last part of the illusion was real.

"I do! You are my queen, my queen alone!" Xiao Yan said, then pounced on

Medusa's fragrant, soft, and beautiful body, pinning her to the ground.

"Mmm—" Medusa struggled tenderly.

Suddenly, the room trembled violently.

"Oh no! The Fallen Heart Flame trapped here is being attracted by the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame and the Cold Bone Spirit Flame, and it's about to break through the Flame

Tower's seal!" Yao Chen jumped out and said.

"Ah! Teacher, what do we do?" Xiao Yan said, still holding the beautiful Medusa in his arms. Medusa, still

weak powerless to help. "Poof!" The inner stone wall of the Flame Tower shattered instantly, leaving only a fragile barrier between

Xiao Yan and the other students and the burning Fallen Heart Flame. Medusa instantly transformed back into her snake form. Yao Chen, with his back to Xiao Yan, stared at the endless void, appearing as a calm aging man preparing to sacrifice himself. However, in his heart, he was desperately pleading, "Master— , save me!" Outside the Flame Tower, Su Qian and the others were hastily carrying out whatever rescue work they could. Meanwhile, inside Xiao Yan's residence, Nalan Yanran, Lin Xiuya, and Liu Qing were still deeply in love. Nalan Yanran sensed this and murmured, "The Fallen Heart Flame has broken its seal? Xiao Yan is probably still in the Flame Tower." After saying this, she flew away. Having continuously absorbed the essence of life, Nalan Yanran was now a Dou Huang. "Master—, you still care most about Xiao Yan!" the strong Liu Qing said weakly. "Yes," Lin Xiuya, with his dashing and elegant demeanor, suddenly had an idea. "I remember Xiao Yan has a cousin, Xiao Yu. If we could do this and that..." Inside the Flame Tower, Xiao Yan and Yao Chen silently watched the Fallen Heart Flame roaring towards them. Undoubtedly, what attracted the Fallen Heart Flame most were the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame and the Cold Bone Spirit Flame on their bodies. Yao Chen took out a few pills. "These are for you to devour the Fallen Heart Flame. In the current situation, it's hard to tell who's devouring whom." Just as Xiao Yan was about to take them, a beautiful white hand suddenly grabbed the pills and stuffed them directly into her delicate, pink mouth. Nalan Yanran scoffed, "Tch, you two, aren't these pills meant to nourish it?" Yao Chen looked at Nalan Yanran, who wore a black, openwork floral dress, exuding a seductive and alluring fragrance. The pure black snowball lace skirt trailed on the ground, making her resemble a bewitching, languid, noble, and alluring queen of the night. Yao Chen was thrilled; he almost knelt before Nalan Yanran in front of Xiao Yan and called her "master. " "Slave, wait for me to return and serve my feet!" Nalan Yanran said noblely, extending her slender jade finger to pierce the barrier, then flying to the very center of the Fallen Heart Flame. "Haha, have those old men like Mang Tianchi and Su Qian already died of old age? Let a little girl like you stand up for yourself!" The Fallen Heart Flame transformed into a ferocious and violent fire spirit and said arrogantly. "Little girl?" Nalan Yanran smiled alluringly, her youthful and pretty face captivating. "I think you've been hiding from the light of day for too long. As a strange fire skilled in soul manipulation, you can't even see through my true nature?" Yao Chen and Xiao Yan, watching from afar as Nalan Yanran confronted the Fallen Heart Flame, felt a surge of emotion. Although Xiao Yan knew Nalan Yanran had other motives, she, as a woman, risked her life to stand before him. Having such a Nalan Yanran as their master didn't seem so bad. Yao Chen gazed at Nalan Yanran's frail figure amidst a sea of crimson flames. A pure black lace dress draped over her fiery and alluring body, her youthful radiance and languid nobility were so captivating. Yao Chen now truly wished he could transform into a ball of essence energy, completely enveloped by Nalan Yanran's black dress, and be completely absorbed by her. "Ah! This is..." Yao Chen exclaimed, looking at the . He could feel the Cold Bone Spirit Fire, ranked eleventh in his body , trembling in fear, like a lowly ant facing a superior. "Emptiness—?" Inside the Flame Tower, Fallen Heart Flame looked at the black shadow behind Nalan Yanran, trembling and not daring to move. Even with his Dou Zong strength, he could only numbly and humbly watch his burning body .

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