Extraterrestrial Dragon Turns

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Two fingers gently held the rim of the cup, wisps of steam rising gently.
The man remained silent.
His nose was proudly straight, exuding confidence, yet his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes held a hint of melancholy
. A few tufts of short, weathered beard adorned his resolute jaw, and a faint smile played on his lean, handsome face.
From any angle, he was undeniably a handsome man.
Of course, judging from his appearance, he was not young, but perhaps
due to his profound skill or his leisurely demeanor, he retained a semblance of youth, showing no signs of aging.
The candlelight flickered dimly.
The man toyed with the cup, showing no intention of drinking the tea. His eyes were half-open, half-closed, his gaze seemingly unfocused
, his serious expression suggesting he was deep in thought…
Looking around, contrary to his innate air of nobility, the place where the man stood was extremely simple—no, it could even
be described as dilapidated. The small shed, made of bamboo planks, wood, and thatched roof, looked as if it would collapse with a gust of wind. The room was extremely
cramped , but the sparsely furnished interior made it seem slightly more spacious.
The man sat comfortably on a creaking bamboo chair, swaying back and forth with ease.
In , the bamboo chair seemed like a gilded dragon chair, making the tiny room feel like a palace.
Swaying rhythmically, the man's ethereal gaze swept over the wall, gradually slowing…
On the rather sturdy bamboo wall, two scrolls of calligraphy hung side by side: "Two sleeves of pure breeze, a single branch in full bloom,"
along with a sword.
Between the two scrolls, the ink faint, lay a long sword.
Perhaps the most fitting item for this man in the room was this long sword.
The intricately carved scabbard was covered in patterns, and even the hilt was cast in gold, with a piece of
jade , adding to its noble air. Its beauty was more like an ornament than a weapon. Dust covered the walls, even the two calligraphy scrolls
were slightly yellowed, but the longsword was spotless and as bright as new.
The man's right hand, resting on his arm, seemed restless, as if wanting to grasp something, yet hesitated, trembling
slightly .
"The food is ready,"
a melodious soft voice interrupted the man's actions, and the woman gently walked to his side.
Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, followed by a pair of eyes that shone like stars, beautiful and filled with endless
affection, gentle and delicate.
Her fair and flawless face, and luscious cherry lips, formed an exquisite beauty. Perhaps from
the busyness of housework, her cheeks were lightly flushed pink, a bead of clear sweat sliding down her cheek like a ripe peach. Her
beauty was no less than that of a woman; her perfectly proportioned figure was perhaps unmatched even by a fairy in a painting.
Her full breasts flowed down her slender waist to her full, rounded hips, forming a breathtaking curve.
In particular, her alluring body was no longer immature, but full of mature charm, tempting the eye.
The table was set with food, its aroma wafting through the air.
A plate of fried fish, golden and crispy, its snow-white flesh bursting forth from the cross-shaped cuts in the yellowish-brown skin,
lifelike and delicate.
Vegetables, a mix of green and white, the stems braised to perfection, the leaves remaining tender. There was also a pot of steaming
winter melon and pork soup, the broth clear and transparent.
"Eat,"
the woman said, handing the man a bowl about eight-tenths full of rice, a sweet and gentle smile on her face.
"I don't want rice!" the man said, refusing the bowl, a wicked grin on his face. "I want to eat you..."
With a twist of his wrist, he gently grasped the woman's arm, immediately pulling her into his embrace.
"Don't be silly, I put a lot of effort into making this food," the woman said playfully.
The man's hand greedily caressed her slender waist, feeling its delicate, almost fragile shape, as he chuckled
and picked up a piece of green vegetable, putting it into his mouth.
He chewed for a moment.
"Mmm...mmm, not bad, but..." The man's large hand moved to her firm, round breasts, teasingly
saying, "It's a little undercooked."
The soup on the stove had been boiling wildly, and in his haste, he had indeed delayed taking it off the heat. Whether it was
embarrassment at her mistake or the man's unrestrained caresses, the woman's pretty face flushed crimson.
"Hurry...eat...let's eat."
The thin veil was removed, revealing her proud breasts peeking out from her lotus-colored bodice. Her trembling voice
held a seductive quality, and her sensitive body writhed incessantly.
"Let's eat together."
The man scooped up a ladle of hot soup, held it in his mouth, and immediately sealed her cherry lips with his own. Their tongues danced
together , the clear soup mingling with the sweet aroma of saliva, exchanging in their mouths.
The woman mumbled, "The food will get cold..."
Her resisting voice gradually faded under the man's touch. The food on the small table was intact, but already cold. From the side came the woman's intermittent moans and the rhythmic sounds of flesh colliding... "Ah~ ah~ ah, husband... yours... is so... hard, it's killing me!" Her
flawless skin was covered in glistening beads of sweat, forming a trickling stream, revealing a tantalizing white and cherry-red hue, reflecting an incomparably beautiful color. The woman was like a lone sail on the sea, wildly swaying in the wind and waves, crying out. "Is it that good? I haven't even used my full strength yet!" One hand cupped her round breast, the man gently pressing the rosy tip with his fingers; the full breast trembled , extremely alluring. The man couldn't resist taking the beautiful nipple into his mouth, his tongue and teeth teasing it, the nipple nestled between his pearly white teeth as firm as a ruby. He chuckled softly; compared to the woman beneath him, already lost in ecstasy, his movements were gentle and graceful, his exceptionally gifted member slowly sliding in and out of her moist secret place. "You little slut, are you enjoying being fucked by your husband?" The woman's long legs were tightly wrapped around the man's waist, her arms tightly embracing his neck, twisting her slender waist. Her usually neatly coiled hair was now loose, a black waterfall flying with the vigorous movements, adding a touch of allure compared to her usual gentleness. At their point of union, amidst the dense pubic hair, spring tides overflowed, sticky and glistening. The deep purple jade stem parted the pink labia, relentlessly thrusting deeper, copious amounts of nectar gushing out, as if a delicate flower was being squeezed dry. "I'm going to die! I'm fucking Ya'er to death!"

Their lips were tightly pressed together, the movements growing increasingly intense. The beautiful woman's tear-filled eyes were already blurred. In
the instant their bodies were joined in ecstasy, the man forcefully withdrew his hard jade root.
"How...did...you...pull...out, husband...quick...quick!" The woman sobbed uncontrollably, her
whole being collapsing as she cried out, "Don't...bully...Ya'er anymore, Ya'er...is going to...die..."
"Does Ya'er want her husband's love?"
The jade root was covered in sticky, lustful fluid, its tip overflowing with translucent mucus, glistening as it
playfully swayed beside her pretty face.
"Yes...yes, please...please, husband...do...Ya'er."
The woman bit her lower lip, her body twisting naturally, the burning itch within her forcing her to utter these
shameful words.
"Then Ya'er, turn around."
The woman let out a soft moan, turning her jade body sideways, presenting her most shameful pink buttocks to her lover.
In truth, the purest woman is most afraid of bizarre, beast-like acts of intercourse, but now, overcome with lust, she
could no longer restrain herself.
The man smiled, gently caressing her high, full, round buttocks.
Although they had long enjoyed the pleasures of the bedroom, the well-mannered beauty was still as shy as a young girl, unable to
fully indulge in the joys of love. Therefore, the man always did his best to tease his lover, adding to the fun.
The woman raised her pink buttocks high, shamelessly writhing like a female dog aroused by lust. Her strange
posture seemed to bend her slender waist in two; only someone with exceptional agility could achieve such a
difficult movement.
"I love the way you, my little slut, behave in your wanton way,"
the man said, nodding with satisfaction as he looked at his lover's shy and sullen expression. With a "plop!" sound, his engorged member
thrust into her honeyed cave from behind.
The flower path was extremely narrow, becoming increasingly winding and bizarre the deeper one went. Layers of tender flesh rubbed against the penetrating
dragon root. The woman's lower body was particularly strong, and although her legs appeared slightly thicker as a result,
the intense pleasure she gave the man was indescribable. The secret flesh gripped the dragon root tightly, making even the slightest advance extremely difficult, but
the tingling pleasure intensified accordingly.
"Hah!" With a shout from the man, the thick, long dragon root plunged in to its hilt, slamming heavily into the
deepest part . The hard, egg-sized tip relentlessly struck the delicate clitoris, eliciting
a soul-stirring moan from the woman. The man gritted his teeth, thrusting his lower body again and again with abandon, his large hands kneading
the firm mounds of flesh, even slapping the tender white buttocks with force. The moan gradually turned into sweet
groans , and the hot woman's body began to respond to the dragon root's onslaught, writhing with abandon.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah!"
A sound, a mixture of crying and screaming, echoed through the small room, lingering for a long time.
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Night fell.
Completely dressed, he gently stroked his sword, his usual carefree smile vanishing, replaced by seriousness and focus.
He sheathed the sword, its blade gleaming, the sharp edge inscribed with two ancient characters: Invincible.
In the shimmering light of his beloved sword, the man seemed to be stirred by a surge of fighting spirit, his eyes opening and closing with an unusual
gleam , as if he had become a different person.
"Junhao."
A gentle voice came from the bed. Long Junhao's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly turned his head.
Usually, after passionate lovemaking, they should be fast asleep.
But today was different…
"Ya'er knows that Junhao often sneaks out after Ya'er falls asleep…"
The tone was perfectly calm, without a trace of surprise, as if recounting the most ordinary of trivial matters. Long Junhao couldn't help but
smile bitterly.
"How did Shiya know?" Long Junhao dared not look directly into those emotionally charged eyes, and
simply said, "I was very careful when I went out; Shiya must have been asleep."
Bai Shiya sighed softly and slowly said, "There was a thin thread tied to the wall; it broke when the sword was used."
Although he was always confident in his intelligence, he hadn't expected his confidante to have seen through his little trick.
"If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place," Long Junhao sighed, gently stroking his stubble.
Bai Shiya lay on the bed, not getting up, her heart churning no less than her lover's.
With Long Junhao's unparalleled martial arts skills, how could such a trivial trick go undetected?
She had only tested him slightly, and sure enough…
"A man always has things a man should do," Bai Shiya suppressed her emotions and said calmly, "Although
I feel uneasy, I cannot and do not wish to interfere."
Long Junhao listened quietly, without uttering a word.
In recent years…
in the provincial capital, a notorious lecherous thief has been committing countless crimes against respectable women, earning him the nickname "Playboy." He even committed crimes on
three nights, but his exceptional martial arts skills rendered the authorities helpless.
One night, in the boudoir of Miss Shen, the daughter of a wealthy man named Shen, a horrific scream suddenly rang out.
When everyone rushed to the scene, the Playboy's body was already cold.
According to the perpetrator,
he had been fatally wounded with a single sword to the throat, but through skillful manipulation, the villain did not die immediately. Instead, he was castrated, causing him to bleed to death in agony.
The Three Heroes of Anhui, deceived by this villain, committed a grave error.
Although they sought justice from Yi Xingtian, the leader of the Huashan Sect, they returned disappointed, finding themselves in the wrong. The three had no choice but to travel to Sichuan
to seek revenge. Many in the martial arts world knew the truth, but out of a sense of justice, no one offered assistance.
The Nineteen Eagles of Bianchuan…
Even in a three-on-three situation, the Three Heroes weren't confident they could withstand the power of the Mighty Eagle Claw Technique, capable of tearing wood and shattering stone. Three against nineteen
was even less likely to succeed. They had even prepared for their fate, never expecting...
nineteen people, nineteen swords.
They came and went as swiftly as they came.
"Junhao, do you still remember why we retreated here?"
"How could I forget..."
The scene seemed to reappear vividly before Long Junhao's eyes. His heart trembled, and the longsword he
gripped loosened . His handsome face was filled with helplessness.
"Ya'er doesn't want to talk about the past, and Ya'er never intended to bind Junhao." Bai Shiya's
voice grew softer, her tone tinged with tears as she spoke each word clearly: "But this time, please, Junhao, don't
go no matter what..."
"Are you afraid I won't come back?" Long Junhao forced a smile. "You have so little faith in me?"
"Ya'er knows Junhao has been restless lately. Although Ya'er doesn't know the truth, she's secretly worried about
her husband ." Bai Shiya looked at her beloved seriously and said, "Ya'er doesn't want any heroes or
invincible figures, she just wants her husband to live well."
Long Junhao's smile froze for a moment, but then he smiled brightly again and said, "This time
is different from before, I have to go..."
Bai Shiya stood up, looked at her beloved, and quietly removed an earring from her ear.
The crude brass was mostly rusted, revealing a deep bronze color. Even with careful wiping, it
had no luster at all. The beads on it were also imitations. Its workmanship was ordinary, no, it should be called clumsy. It was
probably the cheapest earring in the market.
Long Junhao looked at the worn-out ornament, and memories gradually surfaced in his mind:
on the Magpie Bridge, a peerless beauty in white gauze was watching from the bridgeside.
A large crowd surrounded her, making a great commotion. Perhaps it was because of her otherworldly beauty, or perhaps
it was because she was none other than Bai Shiya, the renowned "Snow White Heroine" of the martial arts world.
Although the noise was deafening and the heat unbearable, the tightly packed crowd did not disperse; instead, it grew
even larger. However, they dared not approach Bai Shiya, only daring to keep a few steps away, secretly observing and gossiping.
An incense stick's worth of time had passed since the last young man jumped into the lake, and the calm surface remained completely
still, without a single ripple, let alone a shadow.
"Perhaps he couldn't find it and was too embarrassed to come up, so he secretly ran away," the girl
in red said softly.
"Splash!" Instantly, another young man leaped into the icy lake.
Bai Shiya quietly gazed at the lake, indifferent, as if it were none of her business. At this moment, a handsome
young man with a jade-like face, carrying a brocade box, rushed up to her, panting.
"Miss Bai, please choose one that suits you."
Several pairs of earrings lay in the brocade box, dazzlingly bright, almost blinding.
The words "Baoyu Zhai" were engraved on the surface. The boy's cleverness and intelligence were indeed rare.
Bai Shiya remained expressionless, glancing at the boy, then at the brocade box, but making no comment.
The boy blushed, unsure whether to accept the box or not, caught in a dilemma.
"Ha~ha~ha!"
A villager beside him couldn't help but laugh. The boy, with nowhere to vent his pent-up resentment, unleashed it all on
the villager , throwing a punch without a word.
Although the villager didn't know martial arts, his youth and strength allowed him to retaliate. In the blink of an eye, several people were tangled together.
Just as the scene became chaotic, a young man in brocade robes stepped out from the crowd, walking slowly forward, accompanied by several
burly men , all of whom appeared to be experts.
"I am Nangong Yu, known as 'Young Master Yu.' I have long admired the name of the Snow Mountain Heroine in the capital. Meeting you today,
I can die without regret."
Nangong Yu was handsome and spoke with elegance, truly deserving of the name Young Master Yu.
"Please, Heroine Bai, take a look at these earrings. Do you find them pleasing?"
A dazzling pure gold phoenix, with a large pearl set in the center, its brilliance mingling with the shimmering light of the pearl.
The entire audience fell silent, their eyes fixed on the rare treasure before them.
"A fine sword for a martyr, of course only such a treasure is worthy of Heroine Bai's elegance."
Just as Bai Shiya parted her cherry lips to reply, an object arced through the
air , landing perfectly in front of her.
An earring.
The cheapest kind of earring found in the market.
Just as everyone was stunned by the exquisite technique of tossing the earring,
they burst into laughter upon seeing it clearly. Even Nangong Yu couldn't help but cover her mouth.
At this moment, a figure slowly emerged from the crowd.
The figure was slender and elegant, his clothes not particularly extravagant, but perfectly fitting and comfortable.
A silver dragon pattern was embroidered on his pure white robes. On others, these clothes would appear either vulgar or
ostentatious , but on this man, they exuded an air of superior nobility.
"How can the light of a firefly compete with the brilliance of the moon?"
The man walked towards Bai Shiya, his eyes filled with confidence, seeing nothing but her beautiful figure.
"Before your radiant beauty, all treasures pale in comparison. Why should I waste my efforts?"
The laughter of the crowd abruptly ceased. Nangong Yu's expression was as if she had swallowed the earring and now it was stuck in
her throat .
...Long Junhao.
"Invincible Divine Sword," Long Junhao.
They strolled arm in arm, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the lake and mountains.
That night, at the highest pavilion in Longjiazhuang, "Shooting the Moon Tower," Bai Shiya offered her most precious virginity.
For the young and romantic Long Junhao, it was just an ordinary night, and little did he
know that the beauty beside him was very similar to his many lovers…
Gradually waking from his memories, the beauty before him remained, though her earrings were now worn and tattered.
Long Junhao's heart warmed, and he said earnestly, "I promise Ya'er, I won't go on this date!"
"Really!"
Bai Shiya's voice couldn't hide her joy.
Long Junhao nodded gently and said tenderly, "But, your husband wasn't quite satisfied just now, Ya'er,
let's do it again!"
"No, we're talking about serious matters, my husband is the worst…"
Ignoring Bai Shiya's protests, Long Junhao pulled back the thin blanket, raised his magnificent lower body, and their bodies
became one again.
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