Jiangnan Demon Sealing Record

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Jiangnan.

Traveling south along the river, the scenery becomes breathtaking, as if one were stepping into a painting. After passing Shili Ferry, one is already considered to be in the Jiangnan region. A small boat floats on the water, with distant mountains shrouded in mist on both sides, like fairies veiled in gauze.

Inside the boat's awning, a thick blanket is laid out, and on it lies a short, stout Hu man. In his hand, he holds a precious sword, its blade gleaming coldly.

"Severing ties...cutting off the sorrow of parting..." Balaji murmurs softly.

Having traveled all the way from the foot of Yanzhi Mountain to the Central Plains, Balaji took the waterway, traveling south along the river. Reaching Shili Ferry, he could no longer find Han Bingxiu. He always thought that Han Bingxiu would still be waiting for him there.

The ferry, the beauty—this was a scene that often appeared in his dreams, beautiful yet unreal.

To find someone in the world with only a precious sword in his hand was like finding a needle in a haystack, but Balaji refused to believe it and continued south from the ferry.

Such beauties could only be found in Jiangnan.

A figure touched the lake's surface like a falling leaf, drifting and swaying, only creating ripples in the water before landing steadily on the bow of the boat.

A straw raincoat, a veiled face.

Balaji saw the figure and sat up in the cabin, asking, "How is it?" The man in the raincoat replied, "Manager Balaji, heading south along the Yangtze River, another twenty li will bring you to Yunlu City! But… but the beauty you're looking for still has no clue!" "Good! I understand, go!" Balaji said.

A manager like Balaji, wherever he went, people would obey his orders. Money, indeed, was a good thing in many ways. Money could make the devil turn the millstone. Connections were also his way of navigating the world, cultivating friendships with heroes from all corners of the land. When money and connections were combined, one was invincible, even if one traveled the world.

However, Balaji's portrait-drawing skills were rather mediocre. Although the beauty was in his mind, he couldn't quite put pen to paper. He hastily sketched a few pictures, which were even uglier than ghosts. He managed to pick a few that he was somewhat satisfied with and distributed them to his friends throughout Jiangnan. But with those inhuman and ghostly images, how could he possibly find Han Bingxiu's whereabouts?

This outcome seemed to be what Balaji had expected, and he couldn't help but sigh.

For some reason, Balaji always felt that the beauty from his dreams would appear in Yunlu City.

After the man in the straw raincoat left, he lazily turned over, still holding the sword in his hand, constantly examining it, muttering, "A fine sword... a beautiful woman..."

Outside Yunlu City, in the Liang Prince's Mansion, in a secret room.

Although Han Bingxiu's hands and feet were tightly bound, her body was unrestrained. She kept squirming in the chair, as if her back was unusually itchy, but she couldn't reach it with her hands, so she could only keep rubbing and scratching.

Although Han Bingxiu had said what King Liang wanted to hear, Liu Fen was still unsatisfied, muttering to himself, "I want to see if this woman is teachable or not.

" "Your Highness, Xiuxiu… Xiuxiu has said it, please, quickly insert it into Xiuxiu's little hole, please, Your Highness…" Han Bingxiu's voice sounded pitiful, yet full of longing.

"This…" King Liang said with a smile, "I can't help you!" "No, Your Highness!" Han Bingxiu suddenly cried out upon hearing this, her body rubbing even more intensely against the pleasure chair.

King Liang suddenly loosened the rope on Han Bingxiu's right hand, and without a word, stepped aside. Although he too was eager, he hadn't taken any aphrodisiacs and could still restrain himself. In this respect, King Liang was quite adept, unwilling to rush things.

Han Bingxiu's right hand was freed from the rope, but it was useless. Although she desperately wanted to comfort herself with her hand, there were many people around; how could she do such a despicable thing?

"If you can't hold back, just take care of it yourself!" the old woman standing beside the chaise longue said rudely.

"No..." Han Bingxiu's voice had turned into a moan, but she refused to put her hand on her private parts, only stroking and rubbing her lower abdomen and thighs. But these areas were no match for Han Bingxiu.

"Bingxiu, don't be shy! If you don't do it today, you'll do it someday!" Liang Wang whispered in Han Bingxiu's ear again.

Liang Wang's hot breath burned against the back of Han Bingxiu's ear, further stimulating the desire in her body, which was now out of control.

Although Han Bingxiu kept resisting, her only movable right hand slowly touched her mons pubis, her palm pushing down on the slightly raised mons pubis. The closer it got to her private parts, the stronger the stimulation became.

"Ah..." Han Bingxiu took a deep breath, her body couldn't help but spasm, her buttocks and back lifted off the chair, arching high upwards. As her body trembled, the two large breasts pressing against her chest churned and rippled, spreading outwards in concentric circles.

It seemed the time wasn't right yet! King Liang sighed inwardly, knowing that an invisible force within Han Bingxiu's body was desperately resisting the effects of the aphrodisiac, preventing her from making the lewd gesture he desired.

"Then I'll help you!" King Liang feigned reluctance, his hands already reaching out like eagle claws, covering Han Bingxiu's breasts and kneading them incessantly.

This exertion finally broke down Han Bingxiu's last line of defense, and her right hand fingers involuntarily dug into her vagina. Once she started, she couldn't stop. The immense emptiness within her body was finally fully satisfied, causing her index and middle fingers to dig uncontrollably.

"Uh...ah!" Han Bingxiu groaned as she forcefully bent her two fingers. She had no idea what kind of finger technique she should use on herself; she just did whatever pleased herself. Her fingers were already inside her vagina, making a thrilling squelching sound.

"How is it? Does your own finger feel good?" Liang Wang was like a victorious general, full of pride.

"Ugh..." Han Bingxiu closed her eyes in shame. Although she had been sleeping with Lin Yu for over ten years, Lin Yu had always been impotent. Sometimes, when she was overcome with desire, she would use her fingers to relieve herself, but she did this secretly, because she didn't want her husband to see her lewd and depraved side. But now, she was actually masturbating in front of so many people, making her so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into the ground. Yet, her body was like a magnet, deeply attracting her fingers, making it impossible for her to let go for even a moment.

"Your Highness, please let go of Xiuxiu... Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu is so shameless..." Han Bingxiu was so ashamed she was almost crying, her fingers still moving incessantly, her whole waist writhing up and down in response.

The Prince Liang's hands remained tightly gripping Han Bingxiu's breasts, squeezing hard, the two white mounds of flesh instantly flattened into a pancake shape, as if releasing the desire accumulated within them, instantly filling her entire body.

"Ah! Your Highness, no!" Han Bingxiu cried out, but her fingers moved even more violently.

"Let her go!" the Prince Liang ordered the maids.

Upon receiving the order, the maids immediately loosened the ropes binding Han Bingxiu's hands and feet.

As soon as the ropes were loosened, Han Bingxiu stood up from the pleasure chair, as if trying to escape the humiliating position of comfort on the chair, or perhaps to flee the shame upon herself. But after taking only two steps, she couldn't resist the tingling itch between her legs and immediately knelt down again, her body limp against the wall of the secret room. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get up. As soon as

her hands stopped, a feeling of emptiness surged through her like an electric current, driving Han Bingxiu almost to madness. She could only continue to reach her crotch, digging into her vagina and teasing herself incessantly. This time, her hands were completely free. One hand was digging into her vagina, while the other frantically kneaded her breasts. Using both methods simultaneously, it seemed like she could quickly extinguish her lust, but unknowingly, she was adding fuel to the fire.

Liang Wang stretched out his arms to the sides, and the two old women immediately stepped forward to remove his cloak. Underneath the cloak, Liang Wang was naked, seemingly already prepared to make love with Han Bingxiu.

"How could this be... No! I'm not a lewd woman!" Han Bingxiu kept denying her actions in her heart, but contrary to her wishes, her hands simply couldn't stop. It was somewhat better when she was lying on the love chair, but now she was almost kneeling upright, and as her fingers probed into her vagina, a lot of lustful fluid dripped down.

Han Bingxiu squeezed her thighs together, not wanting Liang Wang to see her overflowing fluids, but soon, her crotch was also wet and slippery.

Liang Wang stood before Han Bingxiu, glanced down at his already erect penis, then looked at her, pointing to his genitals and saying, "Quick, lick my treasure, and I'll give you pleasure!"

Han Bingxiu was originally very averse to using her mouth on a man, considering it a degrading form of intercourse. As a dignified martial arts fairy, she felt disgusted by such things. But for some reason, seeing Liang Wang's penis now, she felt incredibly close to it. She would even be willing to let him lick it, let alone have him insert his penis into her vagina.

Yunlu City.

When Balaji's small boat docked, it was past dusk, the twilight deep. Mist shrouded the cold water, moonlight veiled the sand, moored on the Qinhuai River near the taverns.

The banks of the river were brightly lit, filled with the sounds of music. The mist on the river never dissipated, and the large red lanterns hanging at the tavern entrances were faintly visible in the mist, as if entering a fairyland.

"Sir, where in Yunlu City are you headed?" someone called from the shore. Yunlu City was bustling with merchants, so many locals worked as guides to earn a living.

Although Balaji was rowing a small boat, the expensive cushions under the awning made it clear to anyone with eyes that he was a wealthy shrew. Even before Balaji's boat reached the city gate, many local guides had already come to greet him. Balaji

emerged from the cabin, momentarily stunned. He didn't know where he was going. Wherever the beauty was, that was where he would go, but he didn't know where she was now.

"Beauty…" Balaji couldn't recall Han Bingxiu's name, only murmuring it.

"Oh! I understand!" The person on the shore had already heard Balaji's whisper and quickly said, "Boss, just follow the river eastward for about three or four hundred steps, and you'll reach the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. That Hundred Flowers Pavilion is the best place in Yunlu City; you can find any beauty you desire!"

"Hundred Flowers Pavilion?" Balaji repeated, casually pulling out a silver ingot and tossing it to the waiter on the shore.

Without Balaji needing to row, the gently flowing river already propelled the small boat forward. Seeing the water town from the water was indeed a unique experience. On both sides of the river were simple, rustic houses built along the water's edge, and many young and beautiful women stood on the stone paths along the riverbank, instantly placing him amidst flowers, grass, and romantic scenes.

Balaji lay back in the cabin, letting the boat rock and sway forward, his body becoming increasingly languid. A merchant from the Western Regions, raised on horseback, had unexpectedly fallen in love with the picturesque Jiangnan region, and even more so with the pleasure of boating—a fact that truly surprised Balaji.

The small boat stopped in front of a brightly lit vermilion building. Only then did Balaji realize that the melodious music that had permeated the entire city was emanating from this very building.

The Hundred Flowers Pavilion truly lived up to its reputation; at night, it was a paradise for men.

A boatman serving on the shore, seeing Balaji's intention to dock in front of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion, quickly threw out a rope, which was then tied to the bow of Balaji's boat, pulling it ashore and securing it to a stone pier.

The Hundred Flowers Pavilion faced the street on one side and the water on the other, open to the north and south, with servants greeting customers at both the front and back entrances.

"Sir, please come in!" The boatman helped Balaji ashore and escorted him to the door, shouting to the waiter inside, "Someone come quickly to greet our distinguished guest!" Immediately, a woman in her forties, with a graceful figure, came out to greet him. Upon seeing Balaji, she said, "Distinguished guest, please come in and have a seat."

Balaji entered the Hundred Flowers Pavilion and looked around. The Hundred Flowers Pavilion truly lived up to its reputation; its magnificent decorations were comparable even to a palace. Even at night, the lights inside shone brighter than during the day. As soon as

Balaji sat down at the table, the woman asked, "Distinguished guest, you look unfamiliar. Is this your first time in Yunlu City? May I ask your name?" Savvy business people know that every new face holds potential, so she was very attentive to Balaji.

Balaji placed the broken piece on the table, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm a Westerner who loves boating!" "You're quite the joker, sir!" the woman said. "Would you like me to arrange a few girls for you?" Before Balaji could answer, the woman continued, "Our Hundred Flowers Pavilion is unique in the entire Yunlu City. Our girls are divided into three grades, and the price for the highest grade is..." The woman recited the names with great familiarity.

"The highest grade!" Balaji waved his hand, not even hearing the price clearly. A man as wealthy as a country wouldn't care about prices.

"Alright, Muyan, Shishi, come down and greet the guest!" the woman called out loudly.

Soon, someone from upstairs answered and gracefully came downstairs, saying, "Mama Zhang, who is our distinguished guest tonight?"

Mama Zhang pointed to Balaji and said, "This is our distinguished guest, a Westerner who loves boating!" After saying that, she turned to Balaji and said, "Distinguished guest, these two young ladies are the top courtesans in my Hundred Flowers Pavilion. Which one do you fancy? Just tell me!"

"I'll take them both!" Balaji said magnanimously.

"Ah? This..." Mama Zhang was taken aback, then leaned closer to Balaji and said, "Distinguished guest, do you know the price for a young lady is this..." As she spoke, she secretly held up one finger, thinking that Balaji was unaware of the market price.

Balaji glanced at the money and asked, "A thousand taels of silver?"

"No, no, no!" Zhang Mama quickly smiled apologetically, "You're joking. We're a business, not robbers. How could we possibly ask for so much? One hundred taels each..." Balaji pulled out two silver notes from his pocket and slapped them on the table, saying, "Then I'll give you a thousand taels each, just serve me well tonight, and there will be a generous reward tomorrow morning!"

Zhang Mama's eyes widened at the sight, and she quickly snatched the silver notes, saying, "Thank you, esteemed guest!" Mu Yan and Shi Shi, seeing Balaji's extravagant spending, immediately became interested and hurriedly squeezed to Balaji's left and right sides. At this time, the waiter had already served the wine and dishes, and the two women were frantically feeding Balaji wine, cup after cup.

After several cups of wine, Balaji remained unfazed, but Mu Yan and Shi Shi were already tipsy. These two were quite the ladies' man, usually getting their patrons completely drunk in just a few rounds. But today they'd met their match. The wine jugs on the table were filled and emptied repeatedly, more than ten jugs in total, yet Balaji remained as steady as a mountain.

Balaji had been searching for Han Bingxiu for days without success, traveling from the Western Regions all the way to Jiangnan, searching without a trace. Finally arriving in Yunlu City, he was quite tired and decided to stay a few more days, partly to wash away the fatigue of his journey, and partly to dispel his loneliness. Although he missed Han Bingxiu, tonight he had two beauties in his arms, and his heart was filled with joy, embracing them both.

"It's getting late, why don't we go upstairs and rest?" Mu Yan's head felt heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing down on it, and she was already feeling weak, so she said to Balaji.

"Alright! Let's go upstairs!" Balaji picked up the broken sword, tied it around his waist, scooped up Mu Yan, and said to Shi Shi, "Please lead the way, beauty!"

Shishi agreed, as he was a distinguished guest and could not be neglected. She quickly led the way, taking Balaji to the guest room.

The room was filled with a floral fragrance, rich and sweet. Even without drinking, the scent alone was enough to make one drowsy. Living in the harsh Western Regions, Balaji had never smelled such special incense from Jiangnan before. Just like the fragrance of a beautiful woman, it was intoxicating and captivating. He was immediately aroused. He placed Muyan on the flower bed, turned around and embraced Shishi, saying, "Tonight, it will be you two beauties who serve me!" Shishi thought Balaji was just an ordinary guest, so she pretended to wriggle and half-heartedly resisted, saying, "Sir, don't be so impatient. I'm not ready yet!"

This made Balaji's heart flutter. He picked her up and placed her on the flower bed, saying, "What are you going to prepare?"

Muyan had already propped herself up and was leaning against the bed railing, looking at Balaji and giggling.

Balaji was somewhat surprised by her gaze and couldn't help but ask, "Beautiful lady, why are you staring at me like that?"

Mu Yan laughed, "My esteemed guest, Mu Yan laughs at your greed. Shishi and I are two people, you..." She pointed to Balaji's crotch and covered her mouth with a laugh, "How can you possibly look after both of us at the same time?" Shishi

saw that Balaji wasn't from the Central Plains, so she assumed he was a merchant from the Western Regions, unlike the people of Jiangnan, who always had a certain charm and elegance. She figured that foreign visitors like him were usually quite rough, so she stopped being coy and climbed up behind Balaji, untying his belt.

Although Balaji was short, he was extremely robust, with a thick layer of chest hair a hand's width thick, and a large belly, like someone ten months pregnant. His belly hung heavily in front of him, his navel almost reaching the level of his genitals.

Balaji stripped off his clothes, pressed Mu Yan onto the bed, and said, "That's because you haven't seen my skills. Just get through tonight, and I guarantee you'll never forget it!"

"Really?" Mu Yan seemed a little skeptical. Having lived in the Hundred Flowers Brothel, she had seen all kinds of powerful men. Even those men over ten feet tall couldn't last more than a few rounds under her, surrendering obediently. She chuckled and teased, "Didn't you only like boat rides? Why are you liking women tonight?" Mu Yan's smile was like a hundred flowers blooming in spring, and the lights in the entire brothel seemed to brighten in that instant. Balaji almost drooled at the sight: "Do you know why I like boat rides? Because when you're on a boat, you sway and rock, just like when you're in bed!"

"Hehe!" Mu Yan laughed even more brightly, "I didn't expect you to have some romance!" Balaji picked up Mu Yan and suddenly rolled over on the flower bed, his short, fat body rolling on the bed like a round ball of flesh. After rolling over, he was on the bottom and Mu Yan was on top.

Mu Yan's clothes were already open, the wide front opening revealing a section of flesh as white as winter snow, but her arms were still in the sleeves, and her clothes were not completely off.

This look of wanting to cover up but being shy, with all the important parts of her body completely exposed, was full of decadent and messy feeling, making Balaji unable to control himself.

Mu Yan turned back and smiled faintly at Shi Shi, meaningfully, as if to say, let me go first, and see how I deal with this short, fat man!

Lin Xinyan held Wen Shuangqi's corpse and cried bitterly. She herself never thought that she would cry like this for a man. This man who had always doted on her and protected her was now just a stiff and cold corpse. Although he would never again utter those tender words to Lin Xinyan, the smile frozen on his face remained faint, as gentle as a spring breeze.

"No! Second Brother Wen, don't die! What will happen to Yan Yan if you die?" Lin Xinyan cried, tears streaming down her face, rubbing her cheek against Wen Shuangqi's cold face repeatedly, as if trying to warm him, or perhaps listening intently to the sweet words he had whispered.

Lin Xinyan didn't even know who Ximen Xiao was, but the moment he plunged the knife into Wen Shuangqi's chest, she was suddenly filled with hatred for him. She only wanted one thing: Ximen Xiao's death!

The most outstanding man in Jiangbei, Ximen Xiao. People in the martial arts world said that Ximen Xiao should never be allowed to play the flute, for it meant someone would die. But now Ximen Xiao could no longer play the flute; his body had been riddled with holes by the Heart Sword, reduced to a pile of flesh. Yet, for some reason, Lin Xinyan still felt unsatisfied. If Second Brother Wen could come back to life, she would rather Ximen Xiao live with him.

Killing isn't always the best solution.

Qin Muying wasn't truly unconscious; although he did lose consciousness the moment he collapsed, he was quickly jolted awake by a bone-chilling cold. When misfortune strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems. Qin Muying felt a surge of anger. "Even when I'm unconscious, they won't let me go?" When he groggily opened his eyes, he witnessed a breathtaking moment: countless blades formed from solidified air pierced through Ximen Xiao's body, instantly tearing a once whole man to pieces.

No… this must be a dream… In the entire world, only Brother Lin of the Divine Sword Manor could wield the Heart Sword. This girl, at such a young age, couldn't possibly have mastered the ultimate Heart Sword technique.

Therefore, Qin Muying quickly fainted again, his internal and external injuries causing his body to collapse. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a stunningly beautiful face before him, breathtakingly beautiful. However, this face, beautiful as a fairy, was now filled with murderous intent as she held a sword, its tip pointed directly at his throat.

"Who are you? What crime have you committed? Do you know that to save you, I, Wen Erge, lost my life!" Lin Xinyan bombarded Qin Muying with questions, seemingly venting all her hatred for Wen Shuangqi on him.

Qin Muying said, "Thank you for saving my life, heroine! If you wish to kill me to avenge that young hero, I will not retaliate!" He closed his eyes, waiting for Lin Xinyan to act.

"Retaliate?" Lin Xinyan said coldly, "You've already had your collarbone pierced, how could you possibly retaliate…" She paused, stunned. This prisoner, though severely injured, still possessed unparalleled swordsmanship, breaking through the ambush formation, blood flying everywhere. He certainly had the ability to retaliate, and had even saved her life.

"What did you say? Your surname is Qin?" Lin Xinyan suddenly thought of the Qin family in the capital, who were like close friends to the Lin family. Although she had never met anyone from the Qin family or heard of their swordsmanship, she could glean some clues from her parents' words. The swordsmanship that Qin Muying had just unleashed was extremely similar to the Shadow Blade her parents had described. She quickly asked, "What is your relationship with Qin Muying?"

Qin Muying looked up, stared blankly at Lin Xinyan, and said, "You know Qin Muying?" "Of course..." Lin Xinyan quickly thought it over. She was new to the capital and unfamiliar with the place. If she could get help from the Qin family, finding her father would probably be much easier. So she continued to lie, "Qin Muying is my uncle!"

"Ha!" Qin Muying suddenly laughed. "Is that so?"

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Xinyan snapped angrily. "Fine, I doubt a prisoner like you would recognize the Qin family of the Holy Blade Guard. Asking you is pointless!" Qin Muying suddenly found the girl in front of him quite interesting and asked, "The Holy Blade Guard is no longer the Qin family's."

"Bah!" Lin Xinyan retorted. "For hundreds of years, the Qin family has ruled the Holy Blade Guard, hereditary and unchanging. I know this much better than you do. Don't try to fool me!"

Qin Muying said, "Since you're so familiar with the Qin family, do you know what the sword technique I just used is called?"

"This..." Although Lin Xinyan was very interested in martial arts, she couldn't remember all the complicated names of the moves and was immediately stumped.

"Thousand Army Breaking Formation! You don't even know that, yet you dare to claim to be Qin Muying's niece!" If he weren't guilty, Qin Muying would probably have thought the girl in front of him was a despicable swindler.

"Ah!" Lin Xinyan exclaimed in surprise. She had certainly heard of the "Thousand Army Breaking Formation" sword technique, and knew it by heart. It was the most powerful killing move of the Qin family's Evil-Slaying Sword Technique. Legend has it that it was created by the Qin family's ancestor. At the founding of China, he used this sword technique to single-handedly defeat a thousand Hu cavalry, his momentum like thunder, unstoppable.

"Isn't this sword technique only known to Qin Sen and Qin Muying?" Lin Xinyan asked doubtfully.

"I am Qin Muying..." Qin Muying said softly.

"Haha!" Lin Xinyan laughed loudly, but it was a very fake laugh. "If you are Qin Muying, then I am Qin Sen!" "My father is already dead..." Qin Muying's voice became even more desolate.

"Oh?" Lin Xinyan said, "Since you say you are Qin Muying, do you know what sword technique I used to kill Ximen Xiao just now?"

"Could it be... the Heart Sword?" Qin Muying racked his brains, but he couldn't think of anyone else in the martial arts world who could conjure a sword out of thin air and kill people without them even realizing it.

"How do you know it's the Heart Sword?"

"I told you, I am Qin Muying!"

"This, this...impossible!" Lin Xinyan stared at Qin Muying, "How did you end up like this?" "And why do you know the Heart Sword?" Qin Muying asked, "Who exactly are you?" "I am the young lady of Divine Sword Manor, do you believe me?" For some reason, Lin Xinyan trusted the prisoner in front of her and revealed her identity.

"Lin Xiaoyan? Yan Yan?" Qin Muying's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.

Lin Xiaoyan, only Yan Yan's parents would call her that. Outsiders wouldn't even know her real name: "Are you really Qin Muying?"

"Did I say I wasn't?" Qin Muying felt as if she had seen a relative when she saw Lin Xinyan.

"But..."

"Sigh!" Qin Muying shook her head and recounted in detail how her father, Qin Sen, went to Shuofang to investigate the Prince of Qi's rebellion, was framed by the Regent and Prime Minister Xiahou, and the whole family was forced into prison and exiled. Finally, she added, "Yan Yan, even if your father went to the capital, he probably wouldn't recognize me!" "What did you say?" Lin Xinyan suddenly exclaimed, "My father isn't in the capital?"

"Should Brother Lin be in the capital?" Qin Muying asked.

Lin Xinyan recounted how her father was ambushed at Shili Ferry, how her mother, Han Bingxiu, was attacked by men in black while searching for Lin Yu, and how she and Wen Shuangqi went to the capital to find her father.

"You said Brother Lin came to the capital? But if he were to enter the capital, the first person he would look for would definitely be me. But even after I went to prison, I didn't receive any news from your father!" Qin Muyu frowned.

"How could this be?" Lin Xinyan suddenly had a bad feeling, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground. Her father had disappeared without a trace, and the Qin family had suffered a terrible disaster. In just a few days, it seemed that the whole world had changed.

"Yanyan, are you going to the capital to find your father?" Qin Muyu asked tentatively.

"I absolutely must go to the capital!" Lin Xinyan said, then asked, "What about you?" Qin Muyu lowered his head and said softly, "I also want to go back to the capital, but..." As he spoke, he tried to stand up, but as soon as he moved, it felt like an invisible hand on the ground pulled him down again, and he slumped onto a nearby rock, bitterly smiling, "With this body, even if I go back to the capital, what can I do?"

Lin Xinyan raised her sword again and cut the iron chain piercing Qin Muyu's shoulder blade, saying, "Qin Muying, just bear with it!"

Qin Muying was both amused and annoyed, saying, "Yanyan, your father and I are sworn brothers, so by seniority, you should call me uncle. Isn't it a bit impolite of you to call me by my name like this?" "Enough nonsense, I like calling you Qin Muying!" Lin Xinyan said, tightening her grip on the remaining end of the chain, saying, "I'm going to pull it off!"

"Yan Yan, no, no, no!" Qin Muying tried to stop her, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, screamed, and fainted again. In

the Liang Prince's mansion, in a secret chamber

, the Liang Prince's penis was presented to Han Bingxiu, almost an inch from her face.

Han Bingxiu hurriedly picked up the Liang Prince's penis and, without hesitation, swallowed it. At this moment, she desperately craved a man's comfort, even with such a disgusting part, she didn't think twice and sucked desperately. But sucking with her mouth alone was far from satisfying her physical needs; her lust was still like a ferocious beast, its jaws wide open, seemingly about to devour her whole.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Han Bingxiu disregarded everything, holding the Liang Prince's penis steady with one hand, desperately licking the foul-smelling glans, while her other hand reached down to her genitals, continuing to fiddle with her vagina.

Even so, King Liang was still not entirely satisfied. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Bingxiu by the back of her head, forcefully pressing her against his crotch, saying, "Swallow deeper!" "Ugh!" Han Bingxiu was caught off guard, her face suddenly slamming into King Liang's lower abdomen. The coarse pubic hair prickled her face, causing both pain and itchiness. But that wasn't the main issue. The firm glans suddenly blocked her throat, making it hard for her to breathe. Her limbs involuntarily struggled.

Suffocation should have been unbearable for Han Bingxiu, but at this moment, the sudden shortness of breath and the rising pleasure intertwined, making suffocation a part of the pleasure.

"That's right, just like that!" King Liang said, thrusting his lower back forward, his penis forcing its way into Han Bingxiu's throat.

Han Bingxiu felt as if something was about to be swallowed, yet she couldn't swallow it completely, and spitting it out was impossible; it remained stuck in her throat, leaving her in a dilemma.

A deep sense of suffocation and a surging emptiness were like two opposing forces supporting each other. When the oppressive feeling reached Han Bingxiu's head, she completely gave up resisting. "

Am I...am I going to die? I never imagined I would die in such a state..." Han Bingxiu wasn't afraid of death, but she was afraid of losing her life in such a shameful way. Trapped in a sea of desire, unable to extricate herself, even death would be utterly shameful.

However, the Prince Liang wouldn't let Han Bingxiu suffocate so easily. Seeing her eyes rolling back in her head, he suddenly loosened his grip, releasing the woman beneath him.

Han Bingxiu immediately collapsed to the side, coughing incessantly. For a fleeting moment, a pang of heartache overwhelmed her, suppressing her burning desire. But before she could catch her breath, the fire reignited, almost burning her to ashes.

"Come on, keep licking, don't stop!" King Liang's hands gripped Han Bingxiu's face again, forcing her to continue performing oral sex on him.

"Ah! Your Highness, no!" Unexpectedly, Han Bingxiu jerked her head away, breaking free from King Liang's grasp. She crawled a few steps on the ground, but quickly collapsed.

"What's wrong? I've given you a chance to get close, why don't you want it now?" King Liang dragged his long, thick penis, relentlessly pursuing Han Bingxiu's buttocks.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, I don't want to use my mouth!" Han Bingxiu was both frightened and anxious, shaking her head repeatedly and begging Prince Liang for mercy, "Please, Your Highness, give me a quick and painless experience! I will serve you wholeheartedly from now on!" "Alright!" Prince Liang readily agreed, patting Han Bingxiu's body and saying, "Come on, turn around quickly and stick your lowly ass out!"

Han Bingxiu still had glistening saliva on the corners of her mouth, how could she dare to disobey Prince Liang's command? Although she was under the influence of aphrodisiacs, she still had a sliver of consciousness making a final stand. The tight blockage just now had made her suffocate and also become submissive.

No! Han Bingxiu did not want to succumb!

I am the eldest wife of Shenjian Manor, I must not submit to Prince Liang. In order to avoid suffering in her throat, she had no choice but to offer up her vagina.

Anyway, her little hole had longed for Liang Wang's penis to enter, so what difference did it make whether it was one more time or one less?

Liang Wang also knelt down, kneeling behind Han Bingxiu, hugging her waist tightly, and thrusting his hips forward. His penis, already soaked with saliva, plunged into her equally wet and beautiful hole with a "plop.

" "Ahhhhh!" As soon as Liang Wang's penis entered, Han Bingxiu's body suddenly convulsed, hot blood rushed to her face, her whole body burned, and her upper body involuntarily leaned forward.

Liang Wang was caught off guard and fell down with Han Bingxiu, pressing heavily on her body. Liang Wang considered himself to be quite heavy, but he just couldn't hold back Han Bingxiu's jolting and convulsions beneath him. It turned out that Liang Wang's penis was huge, and when it suddenly entered Han Bingxiu's body, it immediately swelled up her little hole. Already feeling utterly empty, a sudden surge of intense satisfaction washed over Han Bingxiu, who couldn't resist and unconsciously reached orgasm.

At the river ford,

Lin Xinyan was completely stunned, secretly regretting her impulsive actions. Now things were really messed up; Qin Muying was unconscious, and Wen Shuangqi was dead, but whether dead or unconscious, neither could move. How could she, a weak woman, possibly move the bodies of these two large men?

Blood gushed from Qin Muying's shoulder, quickly staining the ground beneath him. Lin Xinyan hurriedly took off her outer garment and pressed it against Qin Muying's wound.

"Second Brother Wen, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to leave you lying dead in the wilderness… but saving lives is the priority!" As Lin Xinyan pressed Qin Muying's wound, her eyes remained fixed on Wen Shuangqi's corpse not far away.

"Hmph! I don't care if you're my uncle or my father-in-law. I'm serving you like this today, so you better not die. I'll make you pay double in the future!" Lin Xinyan hated Qin Muying to the core and cursed him inwardly.

"Uh..." About an hour later, Qin Muying finally woke up again, but his face was even paler, as white as a sheet of paper.

Qin Muying opened his eyes groggily, and upon opening them, he saw Lin Xinyan again. He moved his lips and weakly said,

"Niece Lin, why aren't you leaving yet?"

"If I leave, how will you survive!" Lin Xinyan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him wake up. She plopped down on the ground, threw the blood-stained clothes in her hand at him, and said irritably, "Press on your wound! If you bleed any more, you might really die!" Qin Muying took the clothes and pressed them to his shoulder: "Niece Lin..." "Pah! I'm not your niece!" Lin Xinyan turned her head away.

Qin Muying stared blankly at her, trying to stand up, but he couldn't muster any strength. He could only say, "Yan Yan, you might as well let me die!"

"You can't die! You were given your life by my brother Wen. How can I face him if you die?" Lin Xinyan said domineeringly. "From today onwards, your life belongs to me!" "Ah…" Qin Muying froze instantly.

"Once your injuries heal, I want you to come with me to Zhongdu!" Lin Xinyan said.

"Zhongdu…" Qin Muying turned his head towards the direction of the imperial city, his heart filled with thoughts of his wife. Fei Xue… I'll be back soon…

[The End]

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