Battle Through the Heavens: Nalan Yanran (16-20)

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Chapter Sixteen: Han Feng's

Black Corner Region. Amidst the bustling crowd, Nalan Yanran and Xiao Yan strolled leisurely.

When Nalan Yanran, dressed in a pristine white gauze dress, entered Han Feng's courtyard, the servants and guards mistook her for

their Medicine King's newly acquired maiden, welcoming her with smiles.

"Who are you!" Han Feng barked at the two, hastily emerging from the training chamber into the hall, his face

unfriendly as he scrutinized them.

The young man was handsome and dashing, a beginner-level Dou Wang, carrying the scent of his disliked teacher, Yao Chen. The young woman, in a

short gauze dress, exquisitely patterned white stockings, and transparent crystal high heels, instantly aroused his desire, yet her strength was

unfathomable ; Han Feng could feel the Sea Heart Flame trembling involuntarily within her.

"I'm so tired from walking!" Nalan Yanran plopped down on the soft, comfortable main sofa, crossing

her , slender legs in white silk stockings. She teased her delicate feet with her crystal high heels. "Little Yanzi,

come and massage my feet. If you want to serve me with your mouth, I'll give you that chance."

Han Feng looked at the youthful, radiant girl with her haughty demeanor, and a surge of affection welled up within him

, only to be interrupted by her cold words.

"Medicine Emperor Han Feng, is it? A mere Dou Huang certainly lives up to your title. I'm not here for anything

else, so present your Sea Heart Flame first."

Xiao Yan knelt at Nalan Yanran's feet, cupping her alluring, crystal-high-heeled

feet in his hands, massaging her smooth, delicate ankles and calves, before letting her place her feet on his face and licking them with his tongue

.

As Nalan Yanran spoke, she lowered her head, fiddling with her pair of delicate, fair hands,

the grime beneath her glistening fingernails gleaming, her face displaying a coquettish disdain for Han Feng.

Han Feng was enraged, a sinister smile spreading across his face. "Heh heh, little girl, let's see if you can still be so arrogant in bed."

Han Feng's body trembled, a surge of battle qi mixed with sea flames charging directly at Nalan Yanran, while casually throwing out two soul

chains that circled around and attacked her from behind.

"Some ants always flaunt their limited soul attacks." Nalan Yanran disdainfully and comfortably parried,

grabbing the two incoming chains and binding Han Feng, pulling him to her feet.

"Queen, spare me!" Seeing he was no match for her, Han Feng immediately changed his tune, kneeling and prostrating himself at Nalan Yanran's feet,

his head close to Xiao Yan's, chasing and licking Nalan Yanran's other crystal high-heeled foot.

Looking up at her from such close range, Han Feng truly felt that the girl's feet were unbelievably beautiful. Exquisitely

patterned white silk stockings perfectly encased her delicate yet powerful calves, while elegant, semi-transparent

white high-heeled sandals further accentuated the fair and tender skin of her exposed feet.

Han Feng licked her supple, beautiful feet, wanting to take a bite.

Nalan Yanran kicked Han Feng's head away, giggling sweetly, "Although your

mind is dishonest, your body is very obedient, and I'm quite pleased."

As she spoke, her high-heeled foot pressed down between Han Feng's lower abdomen and legs, causing his already hardened and swollen

penis to rapidly grow under the seductive, teasing pressure of Nalan Yanran's shoe sole!

"Ah!—" Han Feng let out a heart-wrenching scream, because Nalan Yanran stood up directly on his

penis . Although she was wearing flat high heels, the full weight of a young girl

was still a bit too heavy for his fragile penis.

"Hehe," Nalan Yanran giggled, rubbing her blood-stained high heel against Han Feng's face

a few times, "A peak Dou Huang, can't even take this little injury?"

As the pain subsided, his lower body began to swell with blood, and Han Feng felt

waves washing over him.

Nalan Yanran floated there, one leg held and licked by Xiao Yanlou.

With her other foot stomping on Han Feng's underwear, the exquisite and noble crystal high heel squeezed and pierced Han Feng's underwear,

leaving it a blurry mess of bloodstains. His taut testicles and unusually large penis were swollen. Nalan

Yanran stomped on them with the long, thin sole of her high heel, gradually developing the urge to use Han Feng's long rod to service her delicate

flower.

At this moment, Xiao Yan, who had been kneeling on the sole of Nalan Yanran's shoe, ejaculated. "You slut!" Nalan Yanran

kicked him with her high heel, which was covered in Xiao Yan's semen. "You're so shameless in front of outsiders. Can't you have any self-control?"

Although it was a reprimand, Xiao Yan understood that it was a reprimand directed at one of her own.

The air was filled with a lewd and aphrodisiac scent. Han Feng, lying on the ground, looked at Nalan Yanran's high and

delicate body and her languid and noble temperament. His penis, which had been swollen and blocked for a long time, suddenly

ejaculated with great joy and stimulation.

In the midst of that endless, abnormal pleasure, Han Feng cried out in agony, "Ah!" as Nalan

Yanran was extracting the Sea Heart Flame, a strange fire fused into his soul.

"Does it hurt?" Nalan Yanran quickly finished extracting it. "Then I'll give you a little more sweetness!" she said,

thrusting her jade leg forward, her crystal high heel piercing Han Feng's anus. Her delicate, white, bare foot was withdrawn,

but the high heel was now deeply embedded in Han Feng's body.

Han Feng collapsed helplessly to the ground, the constant waves of pain and pleasure causing him to convulse uncontrollably.

"I'm taking this Sea Heart Flame. Han Feng can stay and be used as a whetstone for Xiao Yan," Nalan Yanran

said, looking at Xiao Yan, though she was actually speaking to Yao Chen.

"Haha, beautiful little girl, stay here!" The old man Mu Gu, who had been hiding for a long time, suddenly appeared and attacked Nalan

Yanran, believing her to be only a beginner-level Dou Zong.

"Overestimating yourself." Nalan Yanran unleashed her full power, the Fallen Heart Flame, modified by the Void Devouring Flame, surged forward,

engulfing the soul-state Elder Mu Gu and burning him.

Soon after, the screaming Elder Mu Gu was burned into pure energy by the Fallen Heart Flame and absorbed by Nalan Yanran.

Meanwhile, in the Soul Palace far away in Zhongzhou, a soul lamp went out.

Chapter Seventeen: Yun Yun and

Xiao Yan's Bedroom. Nalan Yanran sat on Medusa's plump and soft breasts,

teasing and playing with Xiao Yan's hot and hard little brother kneeling at the foot of the bed with her delicate and charming black silk jade feet, while integrating and digesting

the Void Devouring Flame Seed, Cold Bone Spirit Fire, Fallen Heart Flame, and Sea Heart Flame within her body, murmuring, "Already at

the peak , although I can break through to Dou Zun, I'll wait a little longer."

Medusa, serving as the mattress, was still stubbornly cultivating, and Nalan Yanran's low rain made her somewhat desperate.

The bedroom was filled with the rich, alluring scents of Medusa and Nalan Yanran, and Nalan Yanran's thin, black dress...

The silk stockings and manicured nails scraped against Xiao Yan's sensitive, burning skin. The friction of the densely meshed stockings and

the smooth, delicate touch of her feet alternated, overwhelming Xiao Yan.

"Yanran, Master Yanran, please release your pent-up desires," Xiao Yan pleaded with Nalan Yanran.

"Brother Xiao Yan's endurance is quite good, isn't it? Then just bear with it," Nalan Yanran giggled,

lifting her alluring black-stockinged legs and thrusting her silk-stockinged feet, glistening with a few drops of liquid, into Xiao Yan's mouth.

A soft, jade-like sensation entered his mouth, and Xiao Yan immediately began to gently suck and lick, kissing and licking

Nalan Yanran's dark stockings and fair skin with his tongue and lips, savoring her fragrant, sweaty feet and

the salty . It seemed even more pleasurable than having Nalan Yanran serve him with her feet.

"I miss Teacher Yunyun, I'm going back to see her, do you want to come?" Nalan Yanran smiled sweetly

at Xiao Yan, her youthful and radiant appearance like that of a pure little girl. Her other black-stockinged foot was

rhythmically patting Xiao Yan's erect penis.

"Yunyun, she?—" That feeling surged into Xiao Yan's heart, and he was momentarily confused, but the

delicious, perfect black-stockinged foot still in his mouth immediately pulled him back to reality.

Nalan Yanran lowered her head and played with Xiao Yan's penis, which was gradually becoming slightly bent. "Teacher is such a graceful and gentle

woman, so gentle that it makes you lose interest, right?" As Nalan Yanran spoke, her

black- , twisted and bent, completely covering it, and her two crystal-clear, full toes gently pinched the base of it.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath, and immediately, streams of viscous white fluid gushed out from Nalan Yanran's black-stockinged feet and legs

, gradually being absorbed by the stockings and skin.

"Really, Brother Xiao Yan didn't even tell me beforehand," Nalan Yanran

wiped Xiao Yan's face with her muddy, sticky, and fragrant silk-stockinged legs. "Those pure slaves can only ejaculate on someone's feet as nourishment,

but Brother Xiao Yan can still ejaculate inside someone's flower. Or, she can be manipulated at will."

Nalan Yanran twisted her youthful and beautiful body, sitting on Medusa's face. Under her floral skirt,

fragrant nectar dripped out. Medusa involuntarily tasted it, feeling a sense of intoxication.

When the puppet Yunshan guarded Nalan Yanran back to the Yunlan Sect, the entire sect naturally welcomed her.

The Grand Elder Yun Ling looked at Nalan Yanran's youthful and beautiful body, which exuded a mature and alluring aura, and his heart was stirred.

He did not hide his burning gaze at her.

In the sect square, Nalan Yanran frowned, pulled Yun Leng across the air, and

stomped him to the ground with her pure silver high-heeled foot, grinding him between his legs. "An ant like you

doesn't even deserve to lick my shoes."

The crowded square was filled with Yun Leng, who was rolling and screaming on the ground. Inside

the secret room.

"Teacher," Yun Yun said, looking at Yun Shan behind Nalan Yanran.

"Oh dear," Nalan Yanran chuckled, stepping forward to embrace Yun Yun's soft, slender body,

pulling her down onto the bed. "He's just a mindless puppet. I brought him back for you, Teacher."

"Isn't that inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate? Yanran loves Teacher the most." Nalan Yanran said, her arms around Yun Yun's

soft, slender waist, caressing her smooth skin, her luscious red lips

moving closer to Yun Yun's cheek.

Yun Yun shyly turned her head away from Nalan Yanran's kiss, but Nalan Yanran planted a kiss on Yun Yun's fair cheek,

making Yun Yun's heart flutter.

Nalan Yanran's slender, jade-like hand then slipped between Yun Yun's legs beneath her pure white gauze dress and tickled her. Then she lay on

Yun Yun's chest, sucking and nibbling at Yun Yun's exquisite peaks and luscious nipples.

"Yanran, don't do this," Yun Yun said shyly and gently.

Nalan Yanran replied, "Teacher must miss Xiao Yan too, right? Yanran can lend him to Teacher to play with.

Don't take him too seriously; he's just a slave you find pleasing to the eye."

Before Yun Yun could reply, Nalan Yanran's luscious red lips sealed hers. "Mmm, mmm, mmm," Yun Yun struggled

, only making it easier for Nalan Yanran's nimble little tongue to slip into her mouth, licking and savoring Yun Yun's fragrant, moist

lips and tongue.

Nalan Yanran took Yun Yun's tongue into her mouth, sucking a mouthful of sweet saliva and swallowing it.

"Teacher, get ready—" Nalan Yanran lay on Yun Yun's mature and delicate body, their eyes meeting, and "spit"

mouthfuls of crystal-clear, fragrant saliva into Yun Yun's mouth.

"Teacher is so beautiful, even Yanran is moved." Nalan Yanran then sealed Yun Yun's plump, fragrant lips

with , her exquisite and noble fingers teasing and kneading freely between Yun Yun's legs under her white dress.

Chapter 18 Zhongzhou

Nalan Yanran pressed down on Yun Yun, wantonly playing with and caressing her delicate body, "Ah, Teacher is so sensitive, she's already

wet."

Nalan Yanran said, taking out her wet fingers, which were covered in Yun Yun's saliva, and looking at her mature, shy,

charming, and pure teacher, she put her fingers into Yun Yun's mouth, "Lick them clean." Her exquisite and noble

fingers gently pinched and played with Yun Yun's tongue.

"Mmm, Yanran, you've really gone bad." Yun Yun gently rolled her eyes at Nalan Yanran, then took her

wet fingers into her mouth and began to lick and suck them.

"Hehe, Teacher's fragrant, white lips haven't served a man yet, have they? Yanran is going to give you

a surprise now." Nalan Yanran moved and knelt down on Yun Yun's face, her pleated white gauze skirt covering a

protruding member, which she grasped and thrust into Yun Yun's mouth.

Yun Yun was forced to suck a few times, her fair face flushed, and she said weakly, "Yanran,

how did you get this?"

"Hehe—," Nalan Yanran lifted her skirt, revealing a special pair of panties underneath, with a

long, soft rubber rod draped between her plump, round thighs, contrasting beautifully with her over-the-knee patterned black stockings, her alluring waist, and her breasts

, making her look incredibly seductive.

Looking at the aloof Nalan Yanran, Yun Yun suddenly felt a desire to be conquered. She leaned forward and

began to suckle Nalan Yanran's long, delicate breast.

"Teacher is so good—" Nalan Yanran patted Yun Yun's head with her small hand, feeling satisfied as she watched Yun Yun's dignified and aloof

face serve her.

"Ah—, so comfortable—" Nalan Yanran's body trembled, and clusters of nectar

flowed from the depths of her flower, spraying into Yun Yun's mouth through the tube in the soft vibrating stick.

Yun Yun gave Nalan Yanran a charmingly reproachful look and swallowed all of her sweet and delicious nectar.

"Let Yanran serve the teacher!" She got up, hugged Yun Yun, and pressed her onto the bed. Their two pairs of fair and

beautiful long legs intertwined and entwined. The soft rubber rod on Nalan Yanran's panties slowly pierced into

the depths of Yun Yun's flower core.

"Ah—, it's going to wear—"

...And so, Nalan Yanran and Yun Yun lived a very comfortable and enjoyable life in the capital of the Jia Ma Empire

. The two of them were inseparable like lovers, strolling around and sleeping every day.

Until one day, a dark shadow completely enveloped the capital, and everyone felt their souls

tremble fear.

Yun Lan Sect, the Soul Hall Master Hun Miesheng, who had come from afar, scanned

the appearances of Nalan Yanran and Yun Yun, whose faces were as cold as frost, and said to Yun Leng, whom he was holding, "You want to join my Soul Hall, right? How about I make you the

head of the Northwest Branch?"

"Thank—thank you, Master." Yun Leng said tremblingly. His strength as a Dou Wang was far inferior to that of Hun Miesheng, a four-star Dou Sheng

.

"Hiss," Hun Miesheng waved his hand, and Yun Leng turned into a wisp of ethereal Dou Qi energy. "A mere Dou Wang,

already learning to betray his master and ancestors."

"Nalan Yanran, at your age, being at the peak of Dou Zong is quite remarkable. It's normal for Mu Gu to lose to you.

I never expected that coming to this Northwest for a bit of fun would lead me to a beauty like you as a concubine." Hun Miesheng

said with a chuckle, and with a wave of his hand, he took Nalan Yanran and Yun Yun into the space tunnel leading to Zhongzhou.

"Damn it, if I had broken through to Dou Zun earlier, I would still have a chance," Nalan Yanran murmured

weakly . "Teacher, I've dragged you down this time."

"No, it's your teacher who dragged you down. If it weren't for your teacher, you would still have a chance to escape." Yun Yun

said, pushing Nalan Yanran away with her jade hand, and then fell into the space tunnel. "

...

Girl, you're awake."

Yun Yun awoke from her slumber to find herself lying on an exquisite jade bed. "Grandma, you saved me, didn't you?

Ah, Grandma, why are you licking my feet?" She saw an old woman in elegant, luxurious clothes nestled at her feet.

"This old woman thinks you resemble my long-lost mother, and I wanted to get closer, but I didn't dare to be presumptuous,"

said Granny Jin Hua of the Flower Sect.

"Alright," Yun Yun said gently, examining her injuries. Granny Jin Hua then took Yun Yun's

translucent feet into her mouth, licking and sucking them a few times. The ticklish pleasure made Yun Yun's face flush red.

Granny Jin Hua released Yun Yun's delicate feet and moved up her long, fair legs and thighs,

pressing against the pleated hem of Yun Yun's white gauze skirt, her smooth, flat abdomen, and her high, tender breasts. She slowly and deeply inhaled the fragrance,

a milky aroma, the smooth, warm feeling, which filled Granny Jin Hua's aged face with enjoyment,

making her seem a few years younger.

Yun Yun's gentle face flushed crimson. The old woman's lips touched her breasts, and the rosy

nipples hardened slightly.

"Grandma?" Yun Yun asked cautiously.

"What is it, young lady? Just say it. In my twilight years, to have the pleasure of beholding your unparalleled beauty,

to lick your delicate feet, and to inhale your warm, sweet milky scent, I desire nothing more."

"I need to urinate," Yun Yun said, finding herself weak and unable to move.

"I'll serve you! Right here," the old woman said excitedly. She stepped forward, lifted Yun Yun's

white gauze skirt, and removed her thin undergarment. Looking at the delicate petals and stamens, the fair skin with a rosy

tinge contrasting with the clean, dark hair, "So beautiful!" the old woman exclaimed.

Her head nestled between Yun Yun's legs, pressed against the warm, damp bed. A cool breeze swept over, and Yun Yun's delicate body trembled

. A gush of fluid gushed from her beautiful flower, splashing onto Granny Jin Hua's wrinkled

face . The room was filled with the pungent, sweet scent of Yun Yun's holy water.

"I'm so sorry—, Granny—" Yun Yun said apologetically, looking down to see Granny Jin Hua's head

buried between her smooth, white legs, her dry, wrinkled tongue licking the fluid from the jade bed.

Several pearls, like glistening pearls, clung to her face, and she looked completely satisfied.

Chapter Nineteen: Little Fairy Doctor

said that Xiao Yan, while cultivating at Canaan Academy, learned from Han Feng, who came seeking revenge, that Nalan Yanran had been captured by the Soul Palace

Master . He immediately prepared to set off for Zhongzhou to find Yanran and Xun'er.

Medusa, dressed in a crimson cheongsam with a waist-high slit revealing alluring lace-up black stockings, her slender,

enchanting legs and jade-like feet clad in pure black high heels, trampled on the wounded Han Feng.

"Witch, unless you kill me today, I'll make you pay a thousandfold!" Han Feng

screamed , his eyes still burning with desire as he gazed at Medusa's mature and seductive body.

"A mere Dou Huang is so arrogant," Medusa said disdainfully,

pressing against Han Feng's mouth, twisting it a few times. "Then I'll torture you until you beg for death."

The murky mud fell into Han Feng's mouth, poked and prodded by Medusa's high heel, making it impossible for him to vomit.

Then, unknowingly, Han Feng licked Medusa's high heel; the salty taste and exquisite sensation immediately captivated

his senses, and he began to savor it.

"Pfft!" Medusa's high heel slammed down, and blood gushed from Han Feng's mouth as his tongue was severed.

"You seem to be enjoying this, aren't you? Dream on."

"Ugh!" Han Feng screamed as Medusa's pure black high-heeled foot slid down, the

sharp heel leaving marks on his body.

Medusa's high heel stomped between Han Feng's legs, the gleaming, noble heel

stabbing several times at his groin, penis, and testicles. Han Feng screamed as his penis swelled and hardened.

"So good," Han Feng thought to himself.

The jungle was filled with the fresh scent of water and grass. Medusa's alluring, mature body and languid, noble face were

the most beautiful scenery, her deep black high heel pressing down on Han Feng's erect penis.

The soft soles of her high heels stomped hard

on

Han Feng's penis, causing it to stiffen and bounce violently. Then, thick, white fluid mixed with blood gushed out. Medusa smiled seductively, her high-heeled, black-stockinged feet pressing between Han Feng's legs, nourishing his delicate skin with her life-giving fluid.

Xiao Yan stepped forward, knelt, and buried his head under Medusa's cheongsam, wanting to savor her vibrant

flower and noble holy water. Medusa stepped on Han Feng, her other high-heeled foot lifting Xiao Yan's head gently,

saying softly, "You should set off."

Xiao Yan headed alone to Zhongzhou.

The journey was long and arduous. Still in a canyon in the Black Corner Region, he saw a group of bandits in the distance, grinning as they surrounded

a young girl in a simple white dress.

"Little Fairy Doctor?!" Xiao Yan exclaimed in surprise and delight.

Little Fairy Doctor's charming face was framed by flowing silver hair reaching her waist. She wore pure white stockings and high heels, her youthful

body radiating a hazy, alluring aura.

"Don't come any closer!" Little Fairy Doctor weakly pleaded with the bandits, who swarmed forward lecherously,

only to fall dead.

Little Fairy Doctor coldly and numbly stepped forward, her slender, white fingers extending translucent silver nails, digging into

the corpses of the bandits, turning them into dried-out bodies.

"Is this really necessary?" The elegant Little Fairy Doctor looked at his delicate hands,

the blood on her glistening nails being absorbed and dried, bright tears welling in her kind eyes. "Xiao Yan?"

Xiao Yan stepped forward and embraced Xiao Yi Xian's soft, delicate, and alluring body. "Don't come closer, it's poisonous," Xiao

Yi Xian gasped and struggled.

"It's alright—" Xiao Yan covered himself with his strange fire.

"Mmm." Xiao Yi Xian smiled through her tears, "It's so hot," she reverted to her mischievous self.

Xiao Yan looked at Xiao Yi Xian's flawless face and thin red lips, and leaned in to kiss her.

"Giggle—, you try to take advantage of me the moment we meet," Xiao Yi Xian giggled and pushed Xiao Yan away, lifting her purple gauze skirt

and stepping on him with one foot. "I'm a Dou Zong now, hee hee—you're

only ."

"Alright." Xiao Yan picked up the pure white silk high heel that Xiao Yi Xian had placed on his chest, pressed his nose against

the shoe's surface, and took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet and moist fragrance.

Then Xiao Yan put the high heel in his mouth and began to suck and lick it.

"It's so dirty—" Little Fairy Doctor struggled, her beautiful legs and jade feet twitching, but Xiao Yan held them tightly and slapped them into

his mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry," Little Fairy Doctor said sweetly.

Xiao Yan took the sole of Little Fairy Doctor's high heel into his mouth, swallowing the sticky mud. He then licked

the thin sole, feeling the tenderness and softness of Little Fairy Doctor's beautiful feet. He teased her

jade feet with his tongue.

"Giggle—, you've really become naughty." Little Fairy Doctor's fair cheeks flushed beautifully. She let Xiao Yan bite

her cloth shoe, then slipped out a pair of warm, white jade feet, gently stepping on Xiao Yan's face, slapping them a few

times, and stroking his thin cheeks.

"Hehe—, it feels good, doesn't it?" Little Fairy Doctor's milky white jade feet stepped on Xiao Yan's body, gently massaging

and pressing on his tense, stiff muscles and acupoints.

Then, she moved between Xiao Yan's legs and playfully stomped a few times, causing his underwear

to and become hot. Little Fairy Doctor's delicate, fair face turned shy and adorable as

she pinched Xiao Yan's erect penis with her two plump, luscious toes.

Looking at Little Fairy Doctor's refined, elegant, and gentle face, Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief, leisurely enjoying

the hot and lingering itchy pleasure emanating from his lower body.

Chapter Twenty:

The Soul Palace is the strongest force besides the hidden families. In

the damp and desolate underground palace, mournful wails, seemingly human yet ghostly, echoed intermittently, filled with the delicious and tempting smell of

blood .

Pale ghostly flames reflected on the faces of the Soul Palace elders, dressed in black robes that exposed their heads, standing in two rows.

Nalan Yanran, dressed in a vibrant floral gown, walked leisurely behind Hun Miesheng. A hazy black chiffon

veil draped her alluring figure, and her elegant, alluring white high heels pattered

softly on the broken cobblestones, revealing a few inches of her slender, fair legs—a unique sight in the underground palace.

The Seventh Elder stepped forward and asked, "Palace Master, how are things going in the Northwest?"

Hun Miesheng raised a cold brow, glaring at him, "Does this Palace Master have the right to command?"

"Well, we still hope that Palace Master will consider the clan leader's grand plan," the Seventh Elder said meekly.

"The Soul Clan Chief? That old man, I've had my hated him for ages." Soul Extinction frowned, gritting his teeth,

his fingers clenched into fists, radiating the aura of a four-star Dou Sheng. The Seventh Elder, still a Dou Zun, crouched

on the ground . "As for you, hehehe,"

a fair and slender, beautiful leg stepped on the Seventh Elder's hunched back. "This Soul Clan lackey,

if the master can't handle it, then leave it to Yan Nu." Nalan Yanran smiled sweetly at Soul Extinction, her youthful face and lips

radiating a moonlit brilliance and chilling coldness.

Her beautiful legs and jade-like feet, pressing gracefully and slowly against the Seventh Elder's back, swayed and twisted. The pure white, spotless

human skin high heels, reflecting the pale ghostly fire, were incredibly alluring and beautiful. The long, sharp triangular

heels had already dug into the Seventh Elder's flesh, the soles, covered in sand and grit,

tearing his robe with a few rubs, leaving a dense network of crisscrossing wounds on his back.

"Giggle," Nalan Yanran giggled, her delicate red lips licking her fragrant,

tender lips with her alluring tongue. The other elders who had been watching discreetly retreated into the shadows.

"Not bad," Hun Miesheng laughed heartily, turning to approach Nalan Yanran. He reached out and pinched her flawless

, delicate face, inserting two fingers into her mouth. Nalan Yanran obediently sucked and licked, and Hun

Miesheng withdrew his fingers, leaving behind drops of fragrant saliva. "This dog is yours now.

Be my flesh slave well, and in front of others, you will still be a beautiful and noble queen." In

the cold and desolate underground palace, there was an exceptionally exquisite and comfortable bed made of the finest materials. Nalan Yanran

lay weakly and listlessly on the bed, her delicate body still covered by the torn black chiffon floral dress. Hun

Miesheng, pressing down on her, looked at her youthful, pretty, and alluring face, breathing in

the delicious fragrance from her soft breaths, as he rode and penetrated her.

After their passionate encounter, Hun Miesheng's broad arms held Nalan Yanran tightly in his embrace. Nalan Yanran

squinted, concealing her discomfort, and focused her mind on absorbing and digesting Hun Miesheng's life essence.

"Ah!—" Nalan Yanran let out a sharp cry of pain, fragrant sweat pouring down her fair and smooth skin

. She turned her head, enduring the excruciating pain, and saw Hun Miesheng pulling out her primordial flame and playing with it in his hand.

It had already fused with the Cold Bone Spirit Flame, the Fallen Heart Flame, and the Sea Heart Flame.

"This is a sub-flame of the Void Devouring Flame? Heh heh, I knew I wasn't wrong," Hun Miesheng's little brother was still

burning hot and stiff against Nalan Yanran's delicate flower, his expression now cold and delighted. "It seems you are Hun Miesheng."

"A high-ranking descendant of the clan left outside, who knows what kind of princess she might be. Now, this strange fire of yours, I'll

absorb ."

"Master—, Yan Nu is yours now—," Nalan Yanran said weakly, clinging

to , panting lazily, "This strange fire should of course be offered to Master, ah—so comfortable—"

"Not bad," Hun Miesheng twisted his body and pressed Nalan Yanran down beneath him, his little brother between his legs slowly

wriggling into her wet honey hole, enjoying the pleasure of friction and squeezing, while pinching Nalan

Yanran's fair and thin chin, breathing in the fragrance of her dripping sweat, "Such a beautiful and charming flesh slave like you,

Master will certainly not mistreat you. If you have any other ideas, hehehe,"

...

Several months later, the Seventh Elder of the Soul Palace could no longer live without Nalan Yanran's high heels.

The desolate and bleak underground palace had been renovated, with golden walls and dazzling lights.

On the soft, spacious couch, Nalan Yanran reclined languidly and aloofly on the edge of the bed. A thin black

chiffon dress barely concealed her curvaceous and beautiful body. Beneath the alluring black skirt,

her slender, enchanting legs were encased in lace-trimmed white stockings. Pure white leather high-heeled boots, worn by

the Seventh Elder kneeling on the ground, rested on his shoulders. The soles, covered in pebbles, teased and played with the Seventh Elder's head.

"Lick the soles clean," Nalan Yanran said coldly, her alluring white high-heeled boots pressing

against the Seventh Elder's face. Her legs, partially hidden beneath the black skirt, moved, releasing an enticing fragrance.

"Yes, Master," the Seventh Elder hummed earnestly, sucking and licking the soles of the boots, swallowing the pebbles.

Soon, Nalan Yanran's soles were covered in a glistening layer of saliva.

"Okay, hmm—" Nalan Yanran's slender hand reached between her legs, rubbing and

kneading her delicate, fragrant flower bud through the hazy skirt. She lazily and elegantly lifted her high-heeled leather boot, the cylindrical heel

protruding into the Seventh Elder's mouth. "You lowly dog's mouth is only fit to serve my heels."

"Hmm hmm." Nalan Yanran's tall heel poked a wound in the Seventh Elder's mouth, but he still endured

the pain holding her tall heel in his mouth, his tongue entwining around it, licking and sucking.

Nalan Yanran reclined on the exquisite, soft bed, looking at the obedient Seventh Elder. Her beautiful, bright eyes

gazed into the distance as she murmured, "Hun Miesheng's resources are certainly making me quite comfortable, but being trapped

here and deprived of my freedom is so annoying. However, the difference in strength is too great, and I can't escape for now."

At her feet, the Seventh Elder trembled as he said, "Master—, Hun Miesheng said you are a princess of the Soul Clan.

How about I contact the higher-ups of the Soul Clan?"

"The Soul Clan? That's not as good as Hun Miesheng." Nalan Yanran smiled brightly, lifting her slender , alluring legs

. Her other high-heeled leather boot foot stepped on the Seventh Elder, moving and probing between his legs.

The Seventh Elder's little brother stood stubbornly erect, being trampled and crushed by Nalan Yanran's shoes, bringing

waves of stimulating and pleasurable pleasure. The soft, high-heeled leather boot soles rubbed and collided with the hot, sensitive snake head. The Seventh

Elder breathed heavily, weak but enjoying it, as transparent, viscous life fluid flowed out, sticking to

the soles of Nalan Yanran's boots, and was gradually absorbed until only crystal-clear residue remained.

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