The charming Huang Rong battles the Prince Zhao's mansion in Beijing at night.

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Because Huang Yaoshi executed her mute servant, with whom she had a somewhat ambiguous relationship, Huang Rong angrily fled Peach Blossom Island, leading a life of pleasure and indulgence. Along the way, she encountered Guo Jing, a returned overseas student who had just left the desert and arrived in the Central Plains, in Zhangjiakou. The two, both lonely souls, instantly became friends and traveled south together to Beijing, the capital of the Jin Dynasty.

In Beijing, due to Mu Nianci's martial arts contest to find a husband, the two became entangled with the Zhao Prince's Mansion. To protect Guo Jing, Master Yuyang, Wang Chuyi, exchanged blows with Master Lingzhi in front of the Zhao Prince's Mansion but was seriously injured and temporarily hid in an inn. Guo Jing and Huang Rong, searching for medicine for him, searched every pharmacy in Beijing but found nothing. They heard that the Zhao Prince's Mansion had sent people to buy up all four medicinal herbs—blood-staining herbs, notoginseng, bear bile, and myrrh—that noon that day.

Having exhausted all other options, the two went to the Zhao Prince's Mansion to see if they could steal some. After scaling the wall from the side courtyard, Huang Rong softly said, "Brother Jing, your agility is truly remarkable!" Guo Jing, crouching by the wall, observed the movements within the courtyard. Hearing her praise, he felt an indescribable warmth and sweetness in his heart.

After a moment, he suddenly heard footsteps. Several people approached, chatting and laughing. As they drew near, Wanyan Kang said, "The Quanzhen Taoists are difficult to deal with. It's good that you don't want to fight them anymore. I'm not in a hurry to master their Quanzhen techniques; learning from other styles is also acceptable.

" "Yes," Sha Tongtian said, "Only by embracing all rivers can one become a great master. How about this, Junior Brother, you practice the 'Burying a Person in the Snow' technique and ask the Young Prince for guidance."

Hou Tonghai repeatedly said he wouldn't dare.

At this moment, the snow was still falling. Hou Tonghai ran into the courtyard, sweeping and digging with both arms, piling up a snow mound about three feet high. He stomped it firmly, took three steps back, and suddenly leaped up, headfirst, feet first, plunging into the snow mound with a thud, the snow reaching up to his chest.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong watched from the wall, completely bewildered, not knowing what kind of skill this was. He was upside down in the snow, motionless. Sha Tongtian said to Wanyan Kang's attendants, "I would like to trouble you stewards to tamp down the snow around Junior Brother Hou."

The attendants found it very amusing and chuckled as they tamped the snow around Hou Tonghai's chest.

It turned out that Sha Tongtian and Hou Tonghai were masters of the Yellow River, their water skills extremely formidable. True mastery of the water involved underwater swimming without breathing, so Hou Tonghai could bury his head in the snow and hold his breath, emerging only after the time it takes to eat a meal—a skill the brothers had practiced regularly.

The crowd drank and praised him. After a long while, Hou Tonghai pushed himself up with his hands, performing a "carp leap," pulling his head out of the snow and standing upright.

Sha Tongtian laughed, "My junior brother's skill is quite crude; please excuse his clumsy performance." As he spoke, he reached into the dish and grabbed a handful of melon seeds. With a flick of his middle finger, the seeds shot out in a straight line. Each seed embedded itself in the snowdrift Hou Tonghai had built, forming the cursive character "黄" (Huang) in a short time. The

snowdrift was always about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) from his seat, yet he managed to neatly arrange these light seeds into a single character. His eyesight and dexterity were truly astonishing. Huang Rong thought to herself: No wonder the Ghost Gate Dragon King dominates the Yellow River Nine Bends; he truly possesses extraordinary skills.

In the blink of an eye, another character, "河" (He), and then "九" (Jiu) appeared on the snowdrift. It seemed he was about to spell out "黄河九曲" (Huanghe Jiuqu, meaning "Nine Bends of the Yellow River"). Peng Lianhu laughed: "Brother Sha, your divine skill has me utterly impressed.

We've always been partners in business, so as your brother, I'll borrow your skill and show off a bit." With a swift movement, he leaped to the entrance of the hall.

Just as Sha Tongtian was about to begin playing the second "qu" character, Peng Lianhu suddenly pulled out a handful of coins and flicked them with both hands, intercepting the melon seeds Sha Tongtian had started to flick in mid-air. Each seed embedded itself into the hole in the coin. The seeds were extremely small and flew very fast, yet he hadn't missed a single one. One threw the coins quickly, the other caught them just as quickly, like flowing water. Amidst cheers from the crowd, Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian finally completed the "qu" character.

If it were anyone else, Peng Lianhu's action would have been tantamount to intercepting a hidden weapon, clearly diminishing his prestige. However, the two were close friends, and Sha Tongtian merely smiled, not taking offense. Wanyan Kang, with his youthful spirit, was the first to clap and cheer. Peng Lianhu returned to his seat to drink, glancing at him with a smile.

Guo Jing was shocked and furious to see Wanyan Kang betraying his ancestors and mingling with Peng Renhu, Sha Tongtian, Hou Tonghai, and others. Huang Rong, standing close to him, noticed him trembling and knew he was enraged, fearing his outburst would alert everyone in the hall.

When Wanyan Kang left the hall and headed towards Bao Xiruo's room in the back courtyard, Huang Rong quickly took his hand and tiptoed back a few steps, pouting and saying, "His skill at flicking melon seeds and shooting copper coins is far inferior to my father's finger-flicking magic… Let's ignore them and go find the medicine."

Guo Jing asked, "Do you know where the medicine is?" Huang Rong shook her head, "I don't know. Let's go find it.

" Guo Jing thought, "Where can we find it in such a large Zhao Prince's mansion? If we alert Sha Tongtian and the others, it will be a disaster." Just as he was about to discuss it with her, a light flashed in the corridor ahead, and a person carrying a lantern appeared, humming a low tune: "My little darling, if you don't love me, who will you love?" "It still hurts me..." she approached, her movements sometimes hurried, sometimes slow.

Guo Jing was about to slip behind a tree when Huang Rong instead stepped forward. The man was startled, and before he could speak, Huang Rong flicked her wrist, and a gleaming, sharp dagger was pressed against his throat. She demanded, "Who are you?"

The man was terrified, and after a long pause, he stammered, "I...I'm Steward Jian from the manor." "You...

what are you doing?"

Huang Rong said, "What am I doing? I'm going to kill you! You're the steward, that's good. Where are the medicines the young prince sent you to buy today?"

Steward Jian said, "The young prince kept them himself, I...I don't know!"

Huang Rong pinched his wrist with her left hand and gently pushed forward with her right, the dagger embedding itself several inches into his throat.

Steward Jian felt an excruciating pain in his wrist, but dared not cry out.

Huang Rong whispered sharply, "Will you talk or not?" Steward Jian said, "I really don't know."

Huang Rong ripped off his hat with her right hand and pressed it to his mouth. Then, with a swift pull and twist of her left hand, she snapped his right arm with a crack. The steward screamed and immediately lost consciousness, but with his mouth covered by the hat, his scream was muffled and couldn't escape. Guo Jing was stunned, never expecting this delicate young girl to be so ruthless.

Huang Rong poked the steward twice under his arm, and when he regained consciousness, she casually placed the hat on his head and said in a sweet voice, "Should I break your left arm too?" The steward, in pain, cried out and knelt down, saying, "I really didn't know. Killing me won't help, Miss."

Huang Rong finally believed he wasn't faking it and whispered, "Go to the young prince and tell him you fell from a height and broke your arm, and also suffered serious internal injuries. The doctor said you need dragon's blood, notoginseng, bear bile, myrrh, and other medicines to treat you, but they're unavailable in Beijing. Ask the young prince to give you some."

The steward responded to Huang Rong's words without hesitation. Huang Rong continued, "The young prince is with the princess. Go quickly, go quickly! I'll follow you. If you don't act convincingly and give yourself away even slightly, I'll break your neck and gouge out your eyes." With that, she extended her finger and scratched his eyelid with her sharp nail.

The steward shuddered, got up, gritted his teeth, and ran painfully towards the princess's quarters. Wanyan Kang was still chatting with his mother when he suddenly saw the steward, his face covered in sweat, tears, and snot, rush in and repeat Huang Rong's instructions.

Seeing his face turn as white with pain, the princess urged him to take the medicine repeatedly before Wanyan Kang could reply. Wanyan Kang frowned and said, "Master Liang Ziweng has already taken those medicines. Take them yourself.

" Steward Jian pleaded with a mournful face, "Please, Your Highness, grant me a note!" The princess quickly took out a pen, ink, and paper, and Wanyan Kang wrote a few words.

Steward Jian kowtowed in gratitude, and the princess said gently, "Go quickly, get the medicine to treat your injury."

Steward Jian stepped back, but after only a few steps, a chillingly sharp blade was already pressed against the back of his neck. Huang Rong said, "Go to Master Liang Ziweng." Steward Jian took a few steps, but could no longer support himself, and stumbled, about to fall.

Huang Rong angrily said, "If you don't get the medicine, your neck will snap in two with a crack!" With that, she grabbed his head and twisted it hard. Steward Jian was terrified, cold sweat pouring down his back. Suddenly finding a surge of strength, he hurried forward. Along the way, he encountered seven or eight servants. Seeing Guo Jing and Huang Rong with him, none of the servants questioned him.

Arriving at Liang Ziweng's residence, Steward Jian went to check, but the door was locked from the inside. He went out and asked again, and a servant said that the Prince was hosting a banquet in the Fragrant Snow Hall. Seeing Steward Jian's unsteady gait, Guo Jing reached out and supported him under his arm, and the three of them walked side by side towards the Fragrant Snow Hall. When they

were still several dozen steps from the hall door, two guards carrying lanterns approached, each holding a steel knife in their right hand, shouting, "Halt! Who is it?"

Steward Jian took out the young prince's note. One of the guards read the note and let him pass, then came to question Guo Jing and Huang Rong. Steward Jian said, "They are our people!" One of the guards said, "His Highness is hosting a banquet in the hall and has instructed that no one is to disturb him.

If there's anything else, we'll return tomorrow..."

Before he could finish speaking, the two guards felt a sudden numbness in their ribs and were unable to move; Huang Rong had struck their pressure points. Huang Rong lifted the two guards behind the bushes, took Guo Jing's hand, and followed Steward Jian to the front of the Fragrant Snow Hall. She gently pushed Steward Jian from behind, and she and Guo Jing leaped up, clinging to the eaves, and peered through the window cracks.

The Fragrant Snow Hall was brightly lit, and a banquet was laid out on the long table. When Guo Jing saw the people sitting at the table, his heart pounded.

He saw the Ghost Gate Dragon King Sha Tongtian, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Hou Tonghai, the Ginseng Immortal Old Monster Liang Ziweng, and the Thousand-Handed Butcher Peng Lianhu, whom he had just met in the front courtyard, all sitting around the table. The Prime Minister was accompanying Wanyan Honglie, the sixth prince of the Great Jin Kingdom.

A reclining chair sat beside the table, covered with a thick felt blanket. Lingzhi Shangren lay sprawled on it, his eyes slightly open, his face ashen, clearly badly injured.

Guo Jing secretly rejoiced: "You plotted against Master Wang, now you'll get what's coming to you."

Just then, Steward Jian entered, bowed to the Prince and Liang Ziweng, and handed over the note written by Wanyan Kang. Liang Ziweng glanced at it, then at Steward Jian, and handed the note to Wanyan Honglie, saying, "Your Highness, is this the young prince's own handwriting?"

Wanyan Honglie took it and read it, saying, "Yes, Liang Gong, you decide what to do." Liang Ziweng said to a young boy in blue behind him, "Give this steward five coins for each of the four medicinal herbs the young prince sent today."

The boy acknowledged and followed Steward Jian out. Guo Jing whispered to Huang Rong, "Let's go quickly, those people are all very powerful."

Huang Rong smiled and shook her head.

Guo Jing felt a strand of her soft hair gently brush against his face, a ticklish sensation spreading from his face to his heart. He immediately stopped arguing and leaped down.

Huang Rong quickly grabbed his wrist and whispered in his ear, "Don't completely trust Steward Jian. I'll stay here and keep watch for you. You and the steward go get the medicine. Once you have it, don't come back to me. Quickly return to Master Wang's inn and wait for me." With that, she lunged forward, hooking her feet onto the eaves, and gently lowered Guo Jing to the ground.

Guo Jing thought to himself, "That was close! With so many experts inside, how could they not notice my jump?

I'm ashamed of my inexperience in the martial world; I'm prone to making mistakes.

" Steward Jian and the boy came out, and Guo Jing followed behind. After walking about ten paces, he turned back and saw Huang Rong using the "Reversed Beaded Curtain" technique, peering inside. Her white robes fluttered slightly in the breeze, like a lily blooming in the night.

Huang Rong glanced into the hall, seeing that no one had noticed, and watched Guo Jing's figure disappear into the darkness before peering inside again. Suddenly, Peng Lianhu turned his head, his two lightning-fast eyes sweeping across the window.

Huang Rong dared not look any further, turning her head to listen intently. She heard a hoarse voice say, "That Wang Chuyi interfered this morning. Do you all think he stumbled upon us unintentionally, or did he come with a purpose?"

A very loud voice said, "Whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally, after taking that palm strike from Master Lingzhi, he'll be crippled even if he doesn't die."

Huang Rong looked inside and saw that the speaker was the short, sharp-eyed Peng Lianhu. Then she heard a clear voice laugh, "Brother, when I was in the Western Regions, I heard of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. They are indeed not undeserving of their reputation. If it weren't for Master Lingzhi giving him that big handprint, we would all be dead at his hands today."

A weak, low voice said, "Your Highness, please don't flatter this old monk. Both I and this Taoist priest suffered losses; neither of us won." Wanyan Honglie said, "In short, he'll either die or be crippled, while the Venerable Master only needs some time to recuperate.

" After that, no one spoke further. Huang Rong recognized the voice as that of their master, Prince Zhao, Wanyan Honglie, offering a toast. After a while, someone said, "I am deeply honored that you have come from afar. It is truly a blessing for the Great Jin Kingdom to have you all here."

Everyone exchanged a few humble words. Wanyan Honglie continued, "Venerable Lingzhi is a highly accomplished monk from Tibet, Elder Liang is a master of a sect from beyond the Great Wall, Chief Peng is renowned throughout the Central Plains, and Chief Sha dominates the Yellow River. If even one of you were willing to lend a hand, the Great Jin Kingdom's great undertaking would succeed. And with all of you joining forces, haha, haha, it's truly a lion using its full strength to hunt a rabbit!" He was extremely pleased with himself.

Liang Ziweng laughed, "His Highness has some business to attend to, and we should certainly serve you. I'm just afraid my skills are lacking and I might fail to live up to Your Highness's expectations, which would be a disgrace! Haha!" Peng Lianhu and the others also said similar things.

Wanyan Honglie then offered everyone a cup of wine, saying, "Since I have invited you all here, I will naturally show you the utmost respect. However, I need to take my son to the palace

to meet the Emperor later, so please help yourselves with the wine. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality." These words were tactful, and everyone understood. They all said, "Your Highness, rest assured." After a few more pleasantries, Wanyan Honglie left Hou Tonghai and the other five men behind, and left the Xiangxue Hall with his entourage.

Meanwhile, Guo Jing followed Steward Jian and the boy in blue to fetch the medicine, his left hand still supporting Steward Jian under his arm, both to prevent him from falling and to prevent him from giving the boy in blue any hints. The three walked through the corridors and rooms to the lodging where Liang Ziweng was staying. The boy opened the door and lit a candle.

As soon as Guo Jing stepped into the room, he was hit by the strong smell of medicine. He saw that the table, the bed, and the floor were filled with various medicinal herbs, as well as bottles, jars, vats, and bowls of all sizes. It seemed that Liang Ziweng was fond of arranging elixirs and did not put down these things even when he was a guest in Beijing.

The boy was obviously familiar with the properties of medicines. He took four herbs, wrapped them separately in white paper, and handed them to Steward Jian. Guo Jing reached out and took them, then turned and left the room. He had the medicine and no longer cared about Steward Jian. Unexpectedly, the steward was very cunning. He deliberately lagged behind when leaving the room. As soon as Guo Jing and the boy were out, he immediately closed the door, bolted it, and shouted loudly: "

Thief! Thief!

" Huang Rong, who was hanging outside the window of the Fragrant Snow Hall, was also startled when she heard someone shouting loudly in the distance: "Thief! Thief!" Fortunately, Liang Ziweng preferred quiet places and insisted on living far from other rooms. The Fragrant Snow Hall was already quite noisy, so the shouts from Steward Jian went unheard except by Huang Rong, who was hanging outside the window, and Peng Lianhu and the others. Before

Huang Rong could feel relieved, she heard the young boy's innocent cry. This time, not only she heard it, but Liang Ziweng in the hall frowned, stood up, and was about to leave the Fragrant Snow Hall.

Huang Rong's heart raced. She knew that if the Ginseng Immortal Old Monster left the Fragrant Snow Hall to search his residence, not only would she fail to obtain the medicine, but Guo Jing's life would also be in danger. Now, she could only try to stall the people in the hall.

Cursing herself for being too arrogant, she steeled herself and, with a "Wild Goose Landing on the Sandy Shore," gently landed on the windowsill.

The many skilled martial artists in the hall were all so formidable that they had been so focused on Wanyan Honglie's words that they hadn't paid attention to what was happening outside. Now, hearing the boy's shout, they were all on high alert. Although Huang Rong's movement was light, Peng Lianhu and the others were immediately alerted. Liang Ziweng moved swiftly, rushing out first and blocking Huang Rong's path, shouting, "Who goes there?"

Seeing his leap, Huang Rong knew his martial arts far surpassed her own. Not to mention the many other skilled martial artists in the hall, she was no match for Liang Ziweng alone. She smiled slightly and said, "The plum blossoms here are blooming beautifully. Would you pick one for me?"

Liang Ziweng was surprised to find a stunningly beautiful young woman standing outside the hall. Seeing her elegant attire and radiant laughter, he was momentarily stunned, assuming she must be from the Prince's household, perhaps even the Prince's daughter or a princess. He immediately leaped up and plucked a plum blossom from her branches.

Huang Rong accepted it with a smile, saying sweetly, "Thank you, sir."

At this moment, everyone was already standing at the entrance of the hall, watching the two. Peng Lianhu, unlike the straightforward Liang Ziweng, saw Huang Rong's kind face and, seeing she was about to leave, leaped in front of her, saying, "Please wait, young lady, I'll also pluck a plum blossom for you." With a swift "Cleverly Linked Strike," he grabbed her wrist, his five fingers reaching close to her, then suddenly flipping upwards to grab her throat.

Huang Rong had intended to feign ignorance of martial arts to escape, but Peng Lianhu was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also incredibly quick-witted, forcing him to defend himself with a single move. She was slightly startled, and it was too late to retreat. She swung her right hand, her thumb and forefinger hooked together, the remaining three fingers slightly spread, her fingers extending like an orchid, the posture exquisitely beautiful.

Peng Lianhu felt a numbness in the "Quchi" acupoint where his upper arm and forearm met. He quickly pulled his arm back, managing to change his move swiftly and avoid being hit on the acupoint. He was greatly surprised; he hadn't expected such a young girl to possess such skill. Not only were her moves swift, but her acupoint identification was also extremely accurate. And this skill of using the little finger to touch acupoints was something he, with his vast experience, had never seen before.

Little did he know that Huang Rong's "Orchid Acupoint Touch" was a family secret technique, emphasizing "speed, accuracy, wonder, and clarity." Speed, accuracy, and wonder were fine, but the "clarity" required elegant movements, a leisurely demeanor, and a light, effortless motion—only then could it be considered mastered. If the moves were too urgent and ruthless, it would be inferior and unworthy of the elegant name "Orchid." Of the four, the "clarity" was the most difficult.

Huang Rong's move astonished all the onlookers. Peng Lianhu laughed, "Young lady, what is your surname? And who is your master?"

Huang Rong smiled, "This plum blossom is beautiful, isn't it? I'll put it in a vase." She didn't answer Peng Lianhu's question.

Everyone was suspicious, wondering who she was. Hou Tonghai said sternly, "Brother Peng is asking you a question, didn't you hear me?"

Huang Rong giggled, "What is it?"

Peng Lianhu had seen Huang Rong teasing Hou Tonghai the other day, and seeing her slightly pouting, disdainful expression, he suddenly remembered: "Ah, that dirty boy was you in disguise." He immediately laughed, "Old Hou, don't you recognize this young lady?"

Hou Tonghai was stunned and looked Huang Rong up and down. Peng Lianhu laughed, "You two played hide-and-seek for half the day yesterday, how could you forget?" Hou Tonghai stared blankly at Huang Rong for a while, finally recognizing her, and roared, "Ah, you brat!"

Yesterday, Hou Tonghai had been constantly cursing Huang Rong as a "brat" while chasing her. Now, even though she was dressed as a woman again, the curse still slipped out of his mouth. He lunged at her with his arms outstretched.

Huang Rong dodged to the side, and Hou Tonghai's attack missed. The Ghost Gate Dragon King, Sha Tongtian, moved swiftly, grabbing Huang Rong's right wrist and shouting, "Where do you think you're going?" Huang Rong raised her left hand, pointing two fingers at his eyes. Sha Tongtian reached out with his right hand and grabbed her left hand as well.

Huang Rong struggled but couldn't break free, crying out, "Shameless!"

Sha Tongtian asked, "What shameless?

" Huang Rong replied sweetly, "Adults bully children, men bully women!"

Sha Tongtian was taken aback. As a renowned senior, he realized it was indeed a case of the powerful oppressing the weak. He loosened his grip and shouted, "

Let's talk inside the hall." Huang Rong knew she had no choice but to go inside.

Hou Tonghai angrily said, "I'll cripple this brat first!" He stepped forward, ready to attack again.

Peng Lianhu stopped Hou Tonghai, saying, "First, find out who her master is and who sent her!"

Seeing Huang Rong's martial arts skills and her elegant attire and character, he knew she must be someone of great importance; he needed to find out before taking any action. Hou Tonghai ignored him and raised his fist to strike Huang Rong on the head.

Huang Rong dodged, saying, "Are you really going to fight?"

Hou Tonghai said, "You're not allowed to run away." He was most afraid of Huang Rong escaping, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch her.

Huang Rong said, "If you want to fight me, that's fine too." She picked up a wine bowl full of wine from the table, balanced it on her head, and held another in each hand, saying, "Do you dare to do what I do?"

Hou Tonghai angrily said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Huang Rong looked around at everyone and smiled, "I have no grudge against this gentleman with horns on his forehead. If I accidentally injure him, how can I face everyone?"

Hou Tonghai took a step forward, angrily saying, "You think you can hurt me?" "You brat, what I have on my forehead is a tumor, and it has hair growing on it, not horns! Look carefully, don't talk nonsense!"

Hearing Hou Tonghai tell her to examine the tumor on his forehead, Huang Rong felt a surge of annoyance and ignored him. She turned to the others and said, "Let's each take three bowls of wine and have a martial arts contest. Whoever spills their wine first loses, okay?"

She saw that Liang Ziweng was skilled in flower-picking, Peng Lianhu was making moves, and Sha Tongtian was adept at seduction—all far superior to her. Even with Hou Tonghai, the Three-Headed Dragon, though she had repeatedly teased him, she had only gained the upper hand through her agility and quick wit. In terms of real skill, she knew she was far inferior. She thought, "The only way now is to play along, even use my looks to fool them. As long as they don't take it seriously, I can escape."

Hou Tonghai angrily retorted, "Who's fooling around with you!" Another punch came flying, swift as the wind and heavy with force. Huang Rong dodged it, laughing, "Alright, I'll carry three bowls of wine, you go empty-handed, let's have a match."

Hou Tonghai was more than twice her age, and although his reputation in the martial arts world was far less than his senior brother Sha Tongtian, he was still a well-known figure. Enraged by her repeated provocations in front of everyone, he impulsively placed a bowl of wine on his head, holding one in each hand, his left leg slightly bent, and his right leg kicked fiercely at Huang Rong.

Huang Rong laughed, "Good, that's more like a hero!" She unleashed her lightness skill, darting around the hall. Hou Tonghai kicked several times, but she dodged them all.

The crowd watched the two fight with smiles. Huang Rong's upper body remained perfectly still, her white dress trailing to the ground, yet her body seemed to float on water, or as if she had wheels on her feet, moving forward and backward with delicate, light steps.

Hou Tonghai strode after him, each step heavy and resounding, clearly demonstrating his solid foundation in martial arts. Huang Rong feigned retreat, employing clever moves, attempting to overturn his wine bowl with her elbow, but he dodged each time.

Liang Ziweng, watching from the sidelines, thought to himself: "This girl's martial arts are indeed impressive, but in the long run, she'll be no match for old Hou. Who wins or loses is none of my concern."

His mind was preoccupied with the precious medicines in his room. He immediately turned and headed towards the door to pursue the thief, thinking: "They want the four medicines: blood-staining powder, notoginseng, bear bile, and myrrh. It must be Wang Chuyi's men who stole them. These four aren't particularly valuable; it wouldn't matter if they took them all. I just hope they don't steal anything else from me."

Liang Ziweng anticipated Huang Rong's defeat and was about to leave the hall when, as soon as he turned around, the situation inside suddenly changed.

Seeing Liang Ziweng about to leave to find Guo Jing, Huang Rong panicked. With a sudden movement, she raised her head and sent three bowls flying into the air. In a "Eight-Step Toad Chase" move, she struck Hou Tonghai's chest with both palms.

Hou Tonghai, holding the bowls, couldn't defend himself and could only dodge to the left. Huang Rong's right hand followed suit, and Hou Tonghai, with nowhere to avoid it, could only raise his arm to block. Their wrists clashed, spilling the wine from Hou Tonghai's bowls all over the ground. The bowl on his head crashed to

the ground with a clatter. Huang Rong sprang to her feet and retreated swiftly, catching one of the falling bowls with her left hand. With a twist of her slender waist, another bowl landed squarely on her heaving, full breasts. Then, she kicked high from under her skirt, catching the last bowl. Her smooth, jade-like legs were now covered in a fine layer of sweat, gleaming alluringly in the light of the large candles in the hall. Not a single drop of wine spilled.

Seeing that she had won by cleverness, everyone couldn't help but secretly exclaim: Good!

Sha Tongtian, however, glared angrily at everyone.

At this moment, her high, rounded breasts and slender, jade-like legs were revealed to everyone in the Fragrant Snow Hall. Huang Rong didn't seem to care, only smiling, yet she was truly breathtakingly beautiful, arousing all sorts of fantasies.

Seeing the burning gazes directed at her, Huang Rong, being a young girl at heart, couldn't help but feel secretly pleased.

Huang Rong lost her mother at a young age, but was precocious and mischievous. Furthermore, her father, Huang Yaoshi, though highly skilled in martial arts, was a cynical and zealous man who viewed traditional morality as his greatest enemy. From childhood, no one on Peach Blossom Island could teach young Huang Rong how to conduct herself as a girl. Having followed her heart since childhood, she was naturally very curious about the pleasures of love between men and women. Before leaving the island, she had secretly tasted it with the island's mute servant. When Huang Yaoshi found out, he killed the servant under a pretext, and in a fit of anger, she fled the island.

Having fought with several people, her soft silk upper garment was now slightly damp with her fragrant sweat, clinging tightly to her delicate body. At this moment, not only were the outlines of her high, full breasts clearly visible, but even her erect nipples were slightly protruding.

Seeing this alluring sight, Peng Lianhu stared at her chest and exclaimed, "Well done!"

Reminded by Peng Lianhu, Huang Rong also noticed the magnificent view of her chest. A playful and teasing thought arose within her. She leaned back again, placing the wine bowl on the ground with both hands, but instead of immediately getting up, she stretched out her long, slender, snow-white legs, using her right foot to slowly bring the wine bowl towards her chest.

This action was effortless for Huang Rong, who had practiced martial arts since childhood. However, with a half-smile in her beautiful eyes, she clumsily rubbed the bottom edge of the wine bowl against the protrusions at the tips of her breasts. The two already quite prominent nipples on her chest seemed to protrude even more and larger under the friction of the wine bowl.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall was gradually becoming more intimate, and everyone's thoughts were turning, Huang Rong suddenly noticed that the injured monk Lingzhi Shangren, disregarding his illness, was glancing at her with a pair of green eyes. Looking down, she realized that his collar had been pushed open a little by the wine bowl, revealing most of his right breast. A pink areola had secretly peeked out, and even the engorged and erect nipple seemed to be faintly visible.

Huang Rong hadn't really minded at first, casually pulling at her collar to cover herself. However, remembering the beast-like gazes of everyone in the hall, her chest tightened. Her hand, which had been about to cover her collar, suddenly moved down, lifting her firm breasts. She glared at the reclining monk Lingzhi with alluring eyes and said coquettishly, "Big monk, what are you looking at? Haven't you seen anything like this before?"

Then, she straightened up, looking at Peng Lianhu and Liang Ziweng, and asked in a sweet voice, "May I leave now?"

Suddenly seeing this charming young girl make such an alluring move, the already excited people in the hall all swallowed hard, their faces flushing. Peng Lianhu's crotch showed a noticeable bulge, and Sha Tongtian and Liang Ziweng's breathing became much louder.

Then, Hou Tonghai stole another glance at Huang Rong's high breasts, hidden beneath her thin silk robe, and shouted, his face burning red, "You brat, let's have another round!"

Huang Rong straightened up, ran her fingers across her pretty face, and laughed, "Aren't you ashamed?" She then walked towards the door. Liang Ziweng, Peng Lianhu, and the others glanced at her lustfully, but involuntarily stepped aside to let her pass.

However, seeing his junior brother's failure, Sha Tongtian swallowed hard and snorted, "Little girl, you're full of tricks. Who exactly is your master?"

Huang Rong laughed, "I'll tell you tomorrow. Now I'm leaving."

Without bending his knees or taking a step, Sha Tongtian suddenly appeared at the doorway, blocking her path.

Huang Rong, already knowing his strength from the fact that he had grabbed her wrists, was even more astonished by his "shifting" technique. Though her expression remained unchanged, her brows furrowed slightly as she asked, "Why

are you blocking my way?"

Sha Tongtian replied, "I want you to tell me who you are and what you're doing barging into the Zhao Prince's mansion."

Huang Rong raised an eyebrow and snorted, "What if I don't answer?" Sha Tongtian said, "You can't ignore the Dragon King of Ghost Gate's questions!"

Huang Rong saw the hall door right behind him, only a few feet away, yet he blocked her way, making it impossible for her to pass. Seeing Liang Ziweng standing there dumbfounded, she called out sweetly, "Uncle, he's blocking me and won't let me go home."

Hearing her complaining in such a sweet voice, Liang Ziweng laughed, "The Dragon King of Ghost Gate is asking you a question. Answer him properly, and he'll let you go."

Huang Rong chuckled and said, "I just don't want to answer." She said to Sha Tongtian, "

If you won't let me through, I'm going to try and get through." Sha Tongtian coldly replied, "As long as you have the ability to get out."

Huang Rong remembered the way everyone in the hall had been captivated by her earlier, and she had a plan in mind. She said sweetly, "You can't hit me."

Sha Tongtian said, "Why would the Dragon King of Ghost Gate need to lift a finger to stop a little girl like you?"

Huang Rong said, "Alright, it's a deal between a man and a woman."

She darted left and right, back and forth, her movements unpredictable, attempting to break through three times, but each time Sha Tongtian blocked her path. The last time, however, he lowered his bald, slick head about two feet down, aiming it directly at her breasts. If she hadn't pulled her foot back quickly, her breasts would have pressed against his bald head. Terrified, Huang Rong screamed and jumped back, her small hands pressed against her high, firm chest, panting heavily.

Seeing this, Liang Ziweng leered and said, "Sha Tongtian is an expert. Stop trying, just admit defeat."

Seeing Sha Tongtian resort to such a vulgar tactic, and with Liang Ziweng and the others looking like lecherous dogs, Huang Rong's eyes darted around. Suddenly, she feigned a pitiful and shy demeanor and said to Sha Tongtian in a coquettish voice, "A girl shouldn't...here..." "...This is where the skin is most delicate. You, an old man, have no respect for others... How could you... bully a girl like me... This is unfair..." Hearing Huang Rong's words, the already lewd Sha Tongtian and his gang, no longer caring about fairness, continued to let out obscene laughter.

Huang Rong, however, ignored these frivolous and lustful men in the hall and instead began to look around.

Seeing this, Sha Tongtian said, "Little girl, stop looking around. This Fragrant Snow Hall only has one door... Hehe... Even if there were ten doors, with my teleportation ability, you still wouldn't be able to escape..." Hearing Sha Tongtian's words, Huang Rong retorted coquettishly, "Which eye of yours saw me trying to escape?"

"I was looking around the hall to see if there was anything suitable to protect my chest..." Before she could finish speaking, Huang Rong clapped her hands and giggled at Peng Lianhu, "I've got it... Thousand-Handed Butcher Peng, just now in the backyard, I saw you use the holes in the copper coins to intercept the melon seeds that Master Sha flung out. Why don't you lend me two copper coins for self-defense?" Hou

Tonghai shouted, "You brat, you've been spying on me since then! How come no one noticed... Where did you get such good lightness skills?"

Peng Lianhu smiled smugly, "Brother Hou, there were many servants from the Prince's mansion in the backyard then, at least thirty or fifty. It was noisy, so it's normal that no one noticed... But little girl, it's fine to lend you the copper coins. Master Sha's hidden weapon skills are excellent; don't even think about using these two coin darts to ambush him." With that, he pulled out two dark copper coins and tossed them over.

Huang Rong reached out and took the copper coins, wrinkling her nose and giving a coquettish snort. "I said I'd use them for self-defense, and I meant it. I won't use them to attack anyone." As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly reached into her robes, rummaged around for a moment, and when she pulled her hand out, the two copper coins were gone.

Although it was night, the Fragrant Snow Hall was brightly lit by candlelight. Peng Lianhu and the others stared intently and saw two shadows the size of copper coins visible through her snow-white silk robes on her high chest. Could this little girl's self-defense measure be hanging those tiny copper coins on her chest?

After hanging the coins, Huang Rong smiled sweetly at Sha Tongtian and said, "Sha Tongtian, let's continue!" She crossed her hands, ready to attack.

However, the two dark shapes on her chest fell down to her waistband as she moved. Huang Rong quickly cried out, "Wait! Wait!" She then reached into her clothes and rummaged around for a while before putting the coins back on her chest. But just as she was about to do so, the two coins fell down again… This repeated several times. By this time, Sha Tongtian and the others could clearly see that Huang Rong had actually threaded her nipples through the holes in the coins, letting them hang from her breasts. At this moment, the entire Fragrant Snow Hall seemed to gradually heat up. Hou Tong trembled and said, "You…you brat, these coins are so small…and your breasts aren't small, how can you protect them?"

Hearing Hou Tonghai mention her "breasts," Huang Rong blushed and giggled, saying, "

These

... breasts are the most delicate part of a woman's body, and the... the very tip of the breast is the most delicate of all. Until I find something bigger and more suitable, these copper coins will do."

Seeing that she was young and shy, the others chuckled, hesitant to use the word "nipples." But then Huang Rong's beautiful face suddenly fell, and she said, "But these copper coins seem unable to hold up right now... Why don't you help me?"

Huang Rong had previously, intentionally or unintentionally, subtly revealed glimpses of her breasts, already creating a decadent atmosphere in the Fragrant Snow Hall. Hearing Huang Rong's coquettish question, Sha Tongtian and the others, including the paralyzed Lingzhi Shangren, all seemed to have been taught by the same master, and asked in unison, "How can you help?"

Seeing the comical and anxious expressions of everyone in the hall, Huang Rong smiled. Her previously downcast face blossomed like a spring flower, her eyes sparkling with laughter. Then, she turned shy and said, "I...I heard that if someone helps me blow on it a few times, then...

that breast...the peak will become bigger. So, why don't I put this coin on first, and then someone can help me...

blow on it...until it...gets bigger, and holds the hole open, so the coin won't fall off."

"I...I...will help you," Huang Rong said. As soon as she finished speaking, Hou Tonghai took a step forward with his Nine Palaces Step, only to be struck back by his senior brother Sha Tongtian's "Tiger Claw Turnaround" palm strike. The Ghost Gate Dragon King Sha Tongtian, with a righteous expression, said, "It's this old man who's competing with this little girl! Let me have it..." Seeing his disregard for brotherly affection, a chorus of boos rose from the Fragrant Snow Hall. Seeing everyone's embarrassing state, Huang Rong secretly chuckled, gaining even more confidence in her earlier flash of inspiration.

As soon as Sha Tongtian finished speaking, Huang Rong shyly replied, "Since that's the case… then I'll trouble you, Sha Tongtian…

" With that, she slowly opened the tightly clasped front of her dress.

Her young breasts were fair and full. Sha Tongtian and the others hadn't expected her shoulders and waist to be so slender, yet her breasts so full and perky. Her breasts were high and firm yet soft, and the slightly upturned pink nipples were incredibly alluring. Peng Lianhu and the others gasped, while Hou Tonghai's saliva practically dripped from his mouth.

Seeing the gazes of everyone in the hall, Huang Rong blushed deeply, her heart pounding rapidly. Already feeling a little hot, a fine layer of sweat appeared on her chest, making her appear even more alluring.

After unbuttoning her clothes, Huang Rong bit her lip, took a deep breath, picked up the two copper coins, and slipped them one by one onto her pink nipples, each the size of a soybean. Then, she gently lifted her breasts with her small hands, her face flushed, and glanced at Sha Tongtian, saying, "Sha... Sha Tongtian, please blow on them..." Sha Tongtian, captivated by Huang Rong's alluring, watery eyes, could no longer resist. He shifted his position, instantly half-squatting in front of her, and gently blew on the nipples with the copper coins stuck in them, switching from the right to the left. Ah!

... The tingling sensation from her nipples made her turn her face away in shame and excitement, closing her eyes and letting out a soft moan. Her legs trembled slightly, even becoming weak.

After a few blows, the nipples, originally the size of soybeans, indeed gradually grew larger, until they were the size of peanuts, firmly holding the copper coins in place. However, the copper coin was far too small to completely cover Huang Rong's areola. The pink ring surrounding the black coin was all the more conspicuous, not to mention the tender pink nipple protruding from the center of the coin.

For a moment, the entire Fragrant Snow Hall was filled with panting and an indescribable atmosphere of passion. Huang Rong's face was flushed red, making her appear even more shy. Suddenly, Sha Tongtian, who had been squatting down, leaned forward, his dark red, leech-like tongue protruding from his mouth, seemingly unable to resist licking the delicate nipple.

Seeing that Sha Tongtian was already lost in his reverie and unable to control himself, Huang Rong seized the opportunity. She forced herself to stay calm, suppressed the heat in her body, and with her skirt billowing in the wind, leaped past his shoulder with remarkable speed.

Unexpectedly, Sha Tongtian's "shifting of position" skill was truly extraordinary. Even as he was completely captivated, and Huang Rong was about to rush out, she suddenly saw him extend two fingers of his right hand, pointing them at her eyes, waiting for her to run into them. Fortunately, she could retract her attack just as quickly, and although her momentum was rapid, she abruptly stopped midway and immediately retreated.

The difference in their martial arts skills was simply too great. Huang Rong, thinking that her sacrifice of her beauty had been of no use, was secretly anxious. She suddenly stopped, but did not pull up her clothes, and laughed: "As long as I get out of this door, you can't make things difficult for me anymore, okay?"

Sha Tongtian looked at her still exposed, snow-white breasts and chuckled lewdly: "As long as you can get out, I'll admit defeat."

Huang Rong sighed: "Alas, it's a pity that my father only taught me how to enter, but not how to leave."

Sha Tongtian asked curiously: "What do you mean by entering and leaving?"

Huang Rong didn't respond immediately. Instead, she placed her hands on her snow-white breasts and twisted the two copper coins stuck on her nipples, exclaiming, "Why can't I get them off?" Just as Sha Tongtian and the others were focused on her small hands twisting the coins, Huang Rong continued, "Your 'shifting position' skill, while not bad, is still far inferior to my father's, a hundred thousand miles behind."

Sha Tongtian, still staring at the coins, casually replied, "Little girl, talking nonsense. Who is your father?"

Huang Rong, still twisting the coins, replied, "Telling my father's name would probably frighten you, so let's not say.

He taught me how to break into doors. He guarded the entrance, and I tried to come in from the outside several times but couldn't. But with your meager skill, although I can't get out from the inside, breaking in from the outside is effortless."

As soon as she finished speaking, Huang Rong frowned slightly, seemingly enduring pain, as she forcefully pulled at the copper coin stuck on her nipple with her small hands. With each pull, she stretched her jade-like breasts into the shape of jade cones, and her originally pale pink nipples seemed to turn a vibrant red.

Sha Tongtian, witnessing this alluring sight of the pretty young girl's ample bosom, was completely oblivious to his own words and actions. He simply said, "Isn't going in from the outside the inside the same as going out from the inside?" "Fine! Little girl, you try it." He immediately stepped aside, wanting to see what special skill she had in achieving by going in from the outside.

Huang Rong immediately slipped out the door, laughing heartily, and said, "Sha Tongtian, you've fallen for my trick! You said that once I'm outside the door, you'd admit defeat and stop making things difficult for me. Now I'm outside the door, aren't I?

Sha Tongtian, you are a master of this world, your word is as good as gold. Goodbye then." She casually removed the copper coins from her nipples, pulled up her clothes, and was about to leap over the wall.

Seeing Huang Rong so easily remove the two coins, Sha Tongtian's mind went blank. He realized she had been deliberately acting to distract him. He thought to himself that although this little girl was seductive and cunning, he had given her a prior agreement; how could he go back on his word to a junior like her? He scratched his bald head three times with his left hand, his face flushed, at a loss for what to do.

However, Peng Lianhu, standing nearby, wasn't about to let Huang Rong escape. He raised both hands, and two copper coins shot out, flying over Huang Rong's head.

Seeing the two darts fly over her head, Huang Rong was wondering why this man's aim was so poor when suddenly, with a clang, she heard a whoosh behind her as two more darts came flying from the left and right, aimed directly at the back of her head. It turned out that Peng Lianhu had calculated the direction and force of his darts; they struck a marble pillar in the corridor and bounced back towards the back of Huang Rong's head.

The darts were aimed at a vital spot, and Huang Rong couldn't block them. She could only leap forward, but as soon as she landed, more darts came from behind. Peng Lianhu fired darts in rapid succession, more than a dozen hitting the pillars and bouncing back. Huang Rong couldn't dodge them in time, and she was too weak to catch them. She could only leap forward several times, and after a few leaps, she was back in the hall.

Peng Lianhu's purpose in firing the darts was only to force her back into the hall; his intention wasn't to harm her, hence his slow and deliberate attack.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Peng Lianhu blocked the doorway and laughed: "What? You're back again?"

Huang Rong pouted and said, "You're good at using hidden weapons, but what's so strange about using them to bully girls?"

Peng Lianhu said, "Who bullied you? I didn't hurt you."

Huang Rong scoffed, "Then let me go."

Peng Lianhu said, "You have to tell me first, who taught you martial arts?"

Huang Rong laughed, "I learned it myself in my mother's womb."

Peng Lianhu said, "If you won't tell, do you think I can't tell?" He swung his palm at her shoulder.

Huang Rong neither dodged nor parried, knowing she couldn't win, so she simply played along. Just as Peng Lianhu's hand was about to strike her shoulder, seeing that she didn't move, he withdrew his palm and shouted, "Quickly parry! Within ten moves, I'll surely expose your true abilities, you little brat!"

Having witnessed countless martial arts styles from various schools throughout his life, he couldn't immediately discern Huang Rong's origins from her unpredictable movements. However, he was confident that once they engaged in combat, he would be able to identify her sect within ten moves.

Huang Rong asked, "What if I can't recognize her after ten moves?"

Peng Lianhu replied, "Then I'll let you go. Take this!" He unleashed a left palm strike, a right fist punch, and simultaneously kicked out with his right leg. This move, "Three-Pronged Strike," though a single move, contained three attacks.

Huang Rong turned and dodged, pressing her right thumb against her little finger and extending her index, middle, and ring fingers, thrusting them out like a three-pronged fork. She was using the fork technique "Yaksha Probing the Sea."

Hou Tonghai shouted, "Yaksha Probing the Sea!

Senior Brother, this brat is using… our sect's martial art!" Sha Tongtian retorted, "Nonsense!" He knew that Huang Rong had been toying with his precious junior brother for a long time and had already learned several of his fork techniques.

Peng Lianhu couldn't help but laugh and swung his fist straight at her. Huang Rong dodged to the left, her knees straight and her feet not moving, and she had already dodged to the side.

Hou Tonghai shouted, "Shifting Positions!" Senior Brother, did you teach that?

Sha Tongtian scolded, "Can't you say less? You're always making a fool of yourself." He admired the girl's intelligence. Although the method of "Shifting Positions" was completely wrong, the form was quite similar to his own kung fu. Moreover, she had actually dodged Peng Lianhu's lightning-fast punch with a single leap, which was truly remarkable.

In the next two moves, Huang Rong slashed horizontally with her right palm, using Shen Qinggang's "Soul-Severing Saber Technique," and struck straight with both arms, using Ma Qingxiong's "Soul-Snatching Whip Technique." Hou Tonghai stared, repeatedly exclaiming, "Senior Brother, this...this brat is truly from our sect...If it weren't for Senior Brother's unfriendly expression, he would have already unleashed our sect's techniques."

At the same time, besides extreme excitement and embarrassment, Huang Rong also felt a faint spasm deep within her honeyed orifice. A strange pleasure surged through her mind, further fueling her desire to expose her body.

Her snow-white chest heaved, her pretty face flushed crimson. Taking a deep breath, she extended her slender fingers, burying them in her moist pink labia, slowly hooking them upwards, stroking her clitoris before sliding them out. A glistening line of moisture extended from her swollen, erect clitoris to her wet finger, ending nearly a foot away.

The clamor and noise in the Fragrant Snow Hall suddenly ceased completely. Hou Tonghai and the others stared in disbelief for a long while before erupting into thunderous cheers and howls.

While Hou Tonghai and the others could clearly see this extremely lewd scene, Liang Ziweng was blocked by the water pouch and missed witnessing this earthly beauty. Seeing the three of them wailing and howling, he too felt an irresistible urge. He turned slightly, poured the remaining water from the pouch onto the ground, took a deep breath, and said, "Little girl, I concede." He then raised his hand and removed the water pouch from their heads.

Making such a bold and lewd gesture in public, Huang Rong felt waves of ecstasy and shame wash over her, her mind filled with desire. Liang Ziweng's surrender and removal of the water pouch, however, only flashed through her mind briefly. By this time, no one in the Fragrant Snow Hall remembered the duel agreement.

Huang Rong was secretly ashamed and embarrassed, while simultaneously feeling the intensely burning gazes of Jie Hou Tonghai and the others. Even from a short distance, their eyes were fixed on her delicate vulva, making her unconsciously lift her buttocks slightly, trying to close her legs. However, she accidentally pressed her already sticky vulva against Liang Ziweng's engorged member…

The contact between her vulva and the burning hot member startled her, and in her panic, she quickly opened her legs further… She heard Liang Ziweng's lewd laughter behind her.

"Hehe… little girl… why are you clamping my little head with your little hole… are you itchy and horny, wanting me to dig and poke you a little?" "Hehe… this shameless old man, older than my father, what kind of 'Ginseng Immortal Old Monster'… taking advantage and still acting innocent… how utterly despicable…" Huang Rong's face flushed crimson, and she cursed silently in her heart.

Just as Huang Rong was feeling ashamed, she suddenly sensed that Liang Ziweng behind her was acting strangely. Instead of taking further advantage of her, he stuck his buttocks out and withdrew his penis from her vagina.

This bizarre reaction from Liang Ziweng startled Huang Rong. In this shameful position, her shapely buttocks and vagina seemed to be beckoning Liang Ziweng's violation and penetration... Just as she was thinking that this piece of flesh was already offered to his mouth, how could Liang Ziweng resist swallowing it whole? Suddenly, Huang Rong heard a hissing sound from afar. It turned out that the old man Liang was still thinking about his precious viper pet. The pet's roar and cry distracted Liang Ziweng.

At this moment, Hou Tonghai next to her shouted: "Old monster Liang, your precious snake cries three to five times a day. Don't think so much, take out your dick and fuck this little wench." "...I've known you for decades, today I'll see how you perform..."

But then, Liang Ziweng, seemingly enjoying himself immensely with the fragrant snake in his arms, waved his hands repeatedly and coughed a few times, saying, "

We're all old brothers, don't make a fuss, I really... That precious snake is the culmination of decades of effort, if it were lost... how would I ever walk the path of this martial world again... Don't joke around." At

this moment, Huang Rong's face was flushed. Besides the three-headed dragon behind her shapely buttocks, several rough hands were simultaneously and incessantly fondling her snow-white, delicate body. Her pert, full, and rounded breasts changed shape constantly with Peng Lianhu's forceful pulling and kneading. Her shapely buttocks also spasmed uncontrollably due to Hou Tonghai's forceful digging at her honey hole and anus.

This multi-pronged stimulation was unlike anything she had experienced on Peach Blossom Island during her occasional trysts with Zhou Botong and the mute servant

. There, Huang Rong's cheeks flushed, her slender waist swayed, and her soft, coquettish voice seemed to both resist and welcome. It was unclear whether she was shy or simply enjoying the lewd caresses and oral penetration. The people in the Fragrant Snow Hall were all burning with lust, unable to control themselves.

Peng Lianhu reached down her snow-white abdomen, moving towards the apex of Huang Rong's inverted triangle, gently rubbing her urethra. Meanwhile, Sha Tongtian kneaded her tender, white flesh, saying, "Hehe, what a beautiful little woman! I haven't seen such a gem in ages. This time, I'm going to have my fill!"

The intense stimulation brought Huang Rong to a state of blissful pleasure, her eyes half-closed, her alluring gaze, seemingly capable of dripping with moisture, fixed on Hou Tonghai and the others surrounding her, her expression incredibly seductive.

At the same time, Huang Rong was already lost in a daze, her mind reeling from the rough hands and fat mouths of Hou Tonghai and the others, her small mouth, her tongue half-protruding, barely able to contain Liang Ziweng's glans.

Hou Tonghai, licking Huang Rong's honeyed orifice, saw that this young girl showed no aversion to their actions, but rather appeared to be welcoming and even expectant. Unable to restrain himself any longer, after whispering with Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu for a while, they gathered around Huang Rong on the long tea table, all simultaneously revealing lewd grins.

Then, with a lewd expression, Hou Tonghai pushed aside the others, stood up, knelt behind Huang Rong's pert, snowy buttocks, pressed his hand against her soft, slender waist, and stared blankly at her high, shapely buttocks, grinning foolishly.

After carefully examining Huang Rong's pert, snow-white buttocks and pink, moist labia, Hou Tonghai couldn't help but sigh inwardly and exclaimed, "You little rascal, how come your little hole is so tender and moist? I've never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life!"

Hearing the three-headed dragon praise her honey hole so highly, Huang Rong blushed, her body trembled, and her face flushed.

While kneading Huang Rong's pert buttocks and admiring the two white, firm buttocks and the glistening, rosy center, Hou Tonghai noticed that Liang Ziweng was so engrossed in pleasure that he hadn't even realized his penis was almost touching her buttocks. And this "little rascal" didn't stop him; instead, he placed his hands on Liang Ziweng's thighs, actively raising his snow-white buttocks and swaying them, while turning his head and looking at Hou Tonghai with seductive eyes.

This look made Huang Rong let out a soft, delicate cry.

It turned out that although Hou Tonghai's penis wasn't particularly long, the glans was quite peculiar. A normal person's glans penis is about half a pear shape, but this Three-Headed Dragon Lord Hou's glans penis is shaped like the Chinese character "品" (pin). Besides the large head in the middle, there are two smaller bulges on the sides. When the two are stacked together, its width is almost two fingers wider than that of a normal person.

Hou Tonghai laughed triumphantly: "You brat, now you know that this is the real origin of my nickname 'Three-Headed Dragon'."

...However, Huang Rong did not answer, but just murmured to herself in a coquettish voice: "How can it be so wide, so wide...

...I don't know if my little hole can take it..."

Hou Tonghai's fat face twitched a few times with Huang Rong's lewd moans. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, held his more than seven-inch-long penis, grabbed Huang Rong's soft and pretty snow-white buttocks with both hands, and forcefully spread them apart, making the wet and glistening honey hole even more prominent.

Between Huang Rong's two snow-white buttocks, her moist and sticky mons pubis was already swollen with excitement, rising high like a steamed bun. Her pink labia minora were already blooming like flower petals, glistening with moisture.

Hou Tonghai's eyes reddened; he could no longer restrain himself. With a thrust of his fat buttocks, he directly inserted his engorged penis into Huang Rong's honey hole.

The deformed purplish-black glans pierced into Huang Rong's overflowing honey hole in one go. The extremely wet and muddy honey hole made the more than seven-inch-long penis look like a three-headed dragon, completely burrowing into the fleshy hole in an instant. With the sudden entry of the penis, a lot of the lustful fluid in Huang Rong's honey hole was squeezed out, and a "plop" sound was made at the point of contact.

Her honey hole was suddenly filled by this hot, fleshy rod. The tender flesh inside was squeezed by the strangely wide, deformed glans, sending waves of swelling, comfort, and numbness through her. Huang Rong spat out Liang Ziweng's glans, opened her mouth, and let out a long "Ah..." groan. Her breathing suddenly became rapid.

Feeling his penis tightly enveloped by a layer of warm, soft flesh, and the tender flesh inside Huang Rong's honey hole seemed to breathe, gripping his legs until they went weak, Hou Tonghai couldn't help but praise before even starting to thrust: "You brat, your honey hole is so hot and tight..."

The fullness inside her honey hole made Huang Rong let out a long, comfortable moan. The tender flesh at the inner edge of her labia tightened, like a lasso gripping Hou Tonghai's penis. She couldn't help but murmur: "Three-headed dragon, no... you should be called a three-headed bird... this place that actually has three heads... no... it's not just sitting there doing nothing... move... move... thrust... thrust... fuck me... fuck me..."

Upon

hearing this charming young girl utter such lewd murmurs, Hou Tonghai didn't care that she had described his "dragon" as a "bird."

He was instantly overwhelmed with pleasure, until Huang Rong moaned for the second time, "Fuck me... Fuck me!" As if waking from a dream, he began to slowly thrust in and out.

Feeling Hou Tonghai's penis thrusting in and out... "Ugh... Ugh..." Huang Rong couldn't help but let out soft moans.

Just as Huang Rong was panting and gasping for breath from the large, deformed glans of the three-headed dragon inside her honey hole, unexpected events occurred.

The incomparably charming Huang Rong, having been repeatedly aroused since the martial arts competition in the Fragrant Snow Hall, was overwhelmed by the stimulation from Hou Tonghai. After less than twenty thrusts, the "bird" Hou, nicknamed the three-headed dragon, was so comfortable that he let out gasps, his glans numb, and he couldn't help but ejaculate.

He possessed a rare, deformed penis, yet his talents were wasted, like a hero without a stage. With that ejaculation, Hou Tonghai also let out a bitter, unwilling howl.

Hou Tonghai's sudden, shrill howl startled Huang Rong, who was kneeling between Liang Ziweng's legs with her shapely buttocks raised. Even someone as clever as her took a moment to process it before she began to understand why the three-headed dragon Hou was screaming like a pig being slaughtered. Only the old monster Ginseng, whose little brother was still enveloped by Huang Rong's warm lips, was completely oblivious to the world around him, still lying on the long tea table, humming softly.

Amid the three dragons' cries, Peng Lianhu, who was kneading Huang Rong's other breast, sneered contemptuously, completely ignoring his companion who was emotionally wounded. Seeing Huang Rong in a daze, he took advantage of the moment to push Hou Tonghai aside, his fingers gently stroking and probing her honeyed orifice, which was slowly secreting Hou Tonghai's semen, causing her to gasp and gasp again. Then, his lower body pressed against Huang Rong's dripping buttocks.

Peng Lianhu stretched out his withered, yellow right hand, gripping Huang Rong's soft, upturned buttocks tightly like an iron clamp. His left hand swiftly pulled out his thick, purplish-hard penis, rubbing and slapping the glans against her clitoris. After a few strokes, he was about to insert the nearly seven-inch-long, veiny penis into her vagina.

However, Peng Lianhu's grip was too forceful; an unbearable pain shot through her buttocks. Huang Rong winced in pain and instinctively tried to kick back. But before she could even move her leg, Peng Lianhu's egg-sized glans had already pressed against the entrance of her vagina, sliding up and down her already wet labia, causing her body to shudder.

Huang Rong turned her head, glared at him through gritted teeth, but seeing the look in the eyes of the Thousand-Handed Butcher Peng, who seemed to want to devour her whole, she braced herself with her long, slender legs, pressed down with her waist, and slightly turned her hips. Her delicate lips unconsciously let out a long moan, her labia lightly enveloping the glans and swallowing a little of it into her honeyed orifice.

Huang Rong's lower body was already very wet and sticky from Liang Ziweng and Hou Tonghai's actions, practically dripping wet. Peng Lianhu thrust his waist forward, and his nearly eight-inch-long penis quickly sank more than halfway into her honeyed orifice. When the glans pressed against her clitoris, the feeling was like a torrent, washing over her and making her tremble.

With her upper body limp and lying on Liang Ziweng, Huang Rong's fair buttocks, which were raised high and were filled with the thick, long penis, swayed seductively, as if tempting Peng Lianhu behind her to fuck her hard. Deep inside her flower, waves of lustful water surged, overflowing from the two pink labia of her honey hole and splashing onto the long wooden tea table.

Seeing Huang Rong's intense reaction, Peng Lianhu couldn't resist pulling his penis out, leaving only the glans lodged at the entrance of her vagina, before forcefully thrusting it all the way in. The large glans roughly forced its way through the tender flesh of her vagina, plunging deep into her incredibly wet opening. The pleasure was so intense that she suddenly spat out Liang Ziweng's penis, tilting her head back and moaning sharply: "Oh… Yes, that's it… Oh oh… All the way in…"

As the speed of the thrusting increased, Peng Lianhu's hands gripped her round, white buttocks tightly, kneading and pulling them incessantly, causing Huang Rong's moans to grow louder and louder… um… um… um… The tender flesh inside her vagina contracted even more intensely.

Huang Rong lay between the legs of this old monster, her snowy buttocks raised high, gently biting her pink lower lip, her body trembling incessantly, the tender flesh inside her vagina uncontrollably contracting tighter and tighter. Waves of pleasure surged through her body like a torrent. Her exquisitely beautiful face tilted back, mouth agape, emitting unconscious

moans of "mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Posing in a seductive, wanton posture, she let out ecstatic moans, listening to Sha Tongtian and Lingzhi Shangren beside her, who were shamelessly discussing her body being wantonly played with and penetrated. Huang Rong couldn't help but lewdly glance back at Peng Lianhu, who was increasing the speed of his thrusts. She moaned wantonly, "Faster...faster...

harder...fuck me harder...

" *Slap!* Unable to withstand the stimulation, Peng Lianhu excitedly swung his hand and slapped Huang Rong's plump, shapely buttocks hard, making her fair flesh tremble uncontrollably. To his surprise, instead of crying out in pain, she murmured lewdly, "Yes, harder...faster...oh...more rougher...fuck...it's so fucking exciting...so good!" Encouraged by the beautiful girl's incredibly wanton words, Peng Lianhu, his mouth dripping with filth, excitedly thrust his hips and used all his strength to pump his thick penis rapidly in and out of Huang Rong's honey hole, causing juices to splatter everywhere and her labia to flutter. He felt a unique sensation as his penis was inside this beautiful girl's vagina, as if her honey hole was sucking and releasing, constantly enticing him to thrust faster.

Peng Lianhu thrust vigorously more than a hundred times. Just as Huang Rong was about to reach her climax, unable to hold back her moans… “Oh…

So good… Ah… Good… I… I’m almost there…”, the Thousand-Handed Butcher could no longer restrain himself and ejaculated with spasms, his penis thrusting forcefully into Huang Rong’s vagina as he ejaculated. She was

almost at orgasm when Peng Lianhu’s vigorous thrusts suddenly slowed. Huang Rong knew immediately that this useless fellow had ejaculated, her climax abruptly interrupted. Unable to suppress her intense desire, she felt overwhelmed by urges, her body aching unbearably, and her shapely buttocks swayed involuntarily from side to side. Seeing

Huang Rong’s wanton appearance, Sha Tongtian narrowed his eyes: “What a little slut! Weren’t you quite mischievous just now? Now you’re so eager to be fucked?”

Seeing Huang Rong's anxious and embarrassed state, he took off his pants and walked to the long wooden tea table. He bent down and brought his roughly eight-inch-long, dark penis close to Huang Rong's snowy buttocks, saying, "Girl, you can move it yourself and insert it.

" Huang Rong couldn't help but thrust her shapely buttocks back, aligning Sha Tongtian's glans with her honey hole. She gently swayed her pink waist and buttocks, rubbing the glans against the entrance of her honey hole a couple of times. Then, she leaned back, and with a "squeak!", Sha Tongtian's dark penis was fully inserted into Huang Rong's honey hole. Sha Tongtian, supporting her snowy white waist, began to slowly thrust in and out.

Huang Rong tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and then let her pink buttocks rhythmically move in sync with Sha Tongtian's thrusts. With one hand, she grasped Liang Ziweng's penis, and with the other, she cupped her pert breasts and began to knead them. Her honey hole contracted and writhed incessantly, tightly gripping Sha Tongtian's glans. Sha Tongtian moved slowly and deliberately, but each thrust went deep.

Her hair swayed wildly, and Huang Rong moaned softly: "Don't stop... um... oh... oh... um..." Encouraged, Sha Tongtian gave it his all, thrusting harder, each stroke hitting Huang Rong's clitoris. Huang Rong felt waves of pleasure washing over her.

After about two hundred thrusts, Sha Tongtian and Huang Rong began to moan incoherently.

"Oh! So tight! Little girl, you're such a slut, umm... so good... yes...

I've been slutty since I was little... umm... and very horny... oh... very horny... harder...

oh!" Huang Rong responded to Sha Tongtian.

After a few more thrusts, Sha Tongtian's movements suddenly quickened, the sounds of their bodies mingling making a squelching sound. Sha Tongtian groaned, "Little girl, I'm going to cum, all of it... for you... ah... oh..." At the same time, Huang Rong also reached her climax, hissing and moaning, her voice soft and seductive, "I'm coming too... ooh... ooh... um... um... I... can't take it anymore."

At this moment, Sha Tongtian had pushed his glans to its deepest point, ejaculating his semen into her flower core. Huang Rong, struck directly by the scalding semen, felt the sound stuck in her throat suddenly clear, turning into a high-pitched "Oh... oh...

oh..." as she reached her climax.

This high-pitched cry, however, pulled Liang Ziweng, who had been completely limp and incoherent from Huang Rong's ministrations, back to reality.

At this moment, Huang Rong was still lying weakly between Liang Ziweng's legs, her snow-white breasts rising and falling with her breath, her fair cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy, enjoying the afterglow of her climax. "

What I haven't even tasted yet, it's not your place to steal a bite!" Liang Ziweng thought angrily. "To let a beautiful young woman who came to my doorstep be given to these rude and boorish men first is an utter disgrace!"

He raised his foot angrily and kicked Sha Tongtian away, drawing laughter and curses from the crowd in the Fragrant Snow Hall. Despite their close friendship, Liang Ziweng was furious and cursed back at everyone around him.

After all, they were old buddies who had committed crimes together for many years, and Liang Ziweng was defending his stolen first taste of the soup. According to the rules of the underworld, Sha Tongtian and his group were not in the right. Seeing that he was really angry, they laughed and made a few words in response before retreating.

After angrily waving away Hou Tonghai and Peng Lianhu, who were still reluctant to leave and whose breasts were trembling as they touched Huang Rong, Liang Ziweng pulled Huang Rong back into his lap. He was filled with unbearable regret and self-pity; he thought, "Which woman is easier to catch? I've caught this little vixen from who-knows-where… Now I've lost face in front of my brothers, and my lifelong reputation is ruined…" Even after Huang Rong had just experienced a brief climax, she still felt a strong urge in her lower body after Sha Tongtian withdrew his penis. Feeling empty, she pulled her shapely buttocks back, twisted her slender waist, and turned her head to glare at Liang Ziweng with seductive eyes. She said in a soft, coquettish voice, "You've driven everyone away... Old monster Liang, you owe me... You owe me... You... You have to fill my little hole..."

Seeing Huang Rong's coquettish plea, Liang Ziweng was stunned at first, then his whole body went limp. He hurriedly turned her body over, placed his penis against her honey hole, and began to slowly play with her labia with his hands.

As for Hou Tonghai, after being cursed by Liang Ziweng, he had probably seen, touched, and even penetrated everything he could see and could see. He originally didn't want to expose this old monster, but seeing Huang Rong lying on Liang Ziweng's body with such a lewd and shy appearance, he couldn't help but step forward and touch her breasts.

While stroking Huang Rong, Hou Tonghai muttered some vulgarities, saying, "I was hoping that you, Old Monster Liang, would do this little girl a good time in front of everyone, but since she dared, we Old Monster Liang messed up, disgracing the Northeast martial arts world... and it made me lose face by only being able to thrust into this brat twenty times..."

But then Huang Rong suddenly interjected, "It's...it's seventeen times..." Hearing this, Hou Tonghai's face turned pale and then red, and he was about to explode again... Peng Lianhu inwardly laughed, but quickly tried to smooth things over with a grin, saying, "Weren't we just trying to save face for the Northeast martial arts world?

Luckily, Brother Sha saved us face. Tomorrow, we'll use this incident to shame you, Liang the Old Monster..."

Amidst the murmured teasing of Hou Tonghai and the others, Liang Ziweng's anger flared, and he roared, "What business is it of yours, you sons of bitches, to interfere in my affairs? Damn it, Hou Tonghai, you have premature ejaculation and you're blaming me?"

Before he finished speaking, Liang Ziweng pushed with both hands, and suddenly a finger struck Peng Lianhu and Hou Tonghai's Qihu acupoints on their chests. The two men, startled, slowly fell to the ground.

Sha Tongtian turned his head and his heart skipped a beat. He angrily said: "Old Liang, we're all brothers, what are you doing?"

Liang Ziweng merely smiled coldly and said to Sha Tongtian, "I lost my composure just now because of the snake's roar. You three are still mocking me. I need to acupuncture your pressure points so I can properly watch me display my prowess."

Hearing this, Sha Tongtian felt even more relieved and said with a forced smile, "Old Liang, those two are just being sarcastic. I didn't say anything to you. So, I won't bother, will I?"

Unexpectedly, Liang Ziweng snorted, and his arms flashed again, his index finger swiftly thrusting towards Sha Tongtian. However, Sha Tongtian was prepared. With a "heh," he unleashed a palm strike, but Liang Ziweng flicked his sleeve, and a flying stone shot out. Sha Tongtian slowly collapsed to the ground with a bitter smile.

Seeing that Sha Tongtian had also collapsed, panting heavily, Huang Rong, her eyes glazed, thought to herself, "These scoundrels are fighting like dogs. Once I've sealed Liang Ziweng's pressure points, no one can chase after Brother Jing anymore, saving me a lot of trouble." But then Liang Ziweng turned to her angrily and said, "Little vixen, you've really ruined me... How am I supposed to walk around the Yellow River like this afterward..." Huang Rong's lips curled into a smile, ready to retort and seal his pressure points as well. But then, the resentful Liang Ziweng suddenly pinched her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger, while his middle and ring fingers forcefully dug into her warm, slippery vagina.

The emptiness in her vagina was filled, and waves of satisfaction washed over her. She forgot to retort, and as for sealing his pressure points to stop the pursuers, she had no mind to argue.

Attacked on her most delicate and sensitive spot, Huang Rong struggled only briefly, letting out a soft breath. Her body trembled slightly before going limp, and she murmured, "No...!" She quickly pressed down on Liang Ziweng's fat hand, knowing that once her clitoris was aroused, her desire would surge again, and she would lose control.

Sure enough, under Liang Ziweng's constant manipulation and kneading, her clitoris quickly hardened, growing from a small red bean to a large one. At this moment, Huang Rong couldn't help but moan softly, her long, firm thighs clamping together tighter and tighter.

Seeing Huang Rong's sensitive and wanton state, Liang Ziweng felt a surge of pleasure. A lewd smile appeared on his lips as he grasped her mons pubis, spreading her labia with his index and ring fingers. He then used his middle finger to probe the entrance of her vagina, feeling the wet, slippery sensation on his finger. After a few more strokes, Huang Rong's slippery, honey-like fluid, mixed with the semen of Peng Lianhu and the other two, gushed uncontrollably from the fleshy opening between her labia.

Liang Ziweng continued to rub with his middle and index fingers together, and after a while, he slid them inside Huang Rong's muddy labia, slowly thrusting in and out... "Your hands are making me... so... so comfortable... ah... ah... I'm all wet... Old man Liang... you're so good at touching..." With the rhythmic trembling of Liang Ziweng's fingers, Huang Rong's seductive moans filled the entire Fragrant Snow Hall.

As the rough fingers continued to dig forcefully into her honeyed opening, Huang Rong twisted her body repeatedly. At this moment, everyone else in the Fragrant Snow Hall was unable to move, and the precious snake in the medicine storehouse was also silent. Liang Ziweng's penis, however, became hard again.

His own little brother's inappropriate behavior left him both amused and exasperated, yet filled with resentment. He thrust his hard, purplish glans against Huang Rong's buttocks repeatedly. After only a few thrusts, Huang Rong couldn't help but gasp repeatedly... "Oh...

Old Monster Liang, why are you hard again? If you're hard, don't... don't... don't...

don't just keep digging with your fingers..."

Hearing the beautiful young woman's seductive and wanton request, Liang Ziweng immediately complied. He lifted Huang Rong's shapely buttocks, pulling back the dresses that were loose around their waists, completely exposing her fair and tender buttocks.

With a push, he pressed his already throbbing glans against her pink and tender labia, rubbing it against her honeyed entrance, which was already overflowing with sticky fluid.

Liang Ziweng's glans, mixed with her vaginal fluid, rubbed back and forth against the tender flesh of her honeyed entrance, sending waves of pleasure surging through Huang Rong's lower body. Huang Rong trembled slightly. Sometimes, when the glans of his penis slipped slightly away from her vaginal opening, she would actively twist her shapely hips to search for it.

Seeing her wanton and seductive appearance, Liang Ziweng no longer held back. He thrust his hips forward, pressing the glans against her vaginal opening. As her shapely hips swayed slowly, he gently parted her labia. Huang Rong felt the fullness at her vaginal opening, let out a soft moan, her face flushed, and she lowered her shapely hips slightly.

At this moment, Liang Ziweng's arms passed under Huang Rong's armpits and reached to her chest. He grasped her breasts and kneaded them thoroughly.

An indescribable sensation washed over Huang Rong from the constant kneading of her breasts. She couldn't help but raise her hands and pull off her bound dress, leaving her naked. With a forceful thrust of her slender waist, Liang Ziweng's penis was completely inside her vagina. The pleasurable sensation made both of them on the table gasp for breath.

Unable to resist the tight, warm sensation within her honeyed depths, Liang Ziweng took a few breaths, then forcefully squeezed Huang Rong's breasts with both hands, his fingers digging deep into her smooth, white flesh. His hips thrust wildly like a runaway horse.

The frenzied thrusting made Huang Rong cry out… Ah… Slower… Oh… Oh… Slower… Ah…

Soon, Liang Ziweng had thrust nearly a hundred times. At this point, Huang Rong couldn't help but pant and moan, her shapely buttocks undulating in rhythm with the thrusting of his penis. The thin, tender flesh of her honeyed opening enveloped the penis, being pulled in and out with each thrust, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid were squeezed out again and again at the junction of her labia and the penis.

Feeling the fleshy rod and glans constantly rubbing and scraping inside her honey hole, Huang Rong continued to emit lewd, soft inhalations, her mouth constantly uttering wanton moans... "So numb... So numb... I'm so full... Old Monster Liang...

You make me... So comfortable... So comfortable... Oh..." With the intense friction of the fleshy rod inside her honey hole, her anus, which had just been penetrated by Hou Tonghai's fleshy lump, seemed to be pulled, constantly opening and closing.

Ascending to Liang Ziweng, Huang Rong moaned comfortably, occasionally lowering her head as if trying to peek at her honeyed orifice being penetrated by his thick penis. Unfortunately, Liang Ziweng was tightly gripping her breasts, so even with her head bowed low, she couldn't see clearly. However, Liang Ziweng could clearly see her slightly parted mouth and her seductive, wanton expression. As if encouraged, he thrust his large buttocks harder, his mouth gradually becoming incoherent.

While thrusting his buttocks, Liang Ziweng growled obscenely: "Little vixen, lift your buttocks…higher…rub your breasts, don't stop. Ah…I'm going to fuck you hard today, fuck you until I'm satisfied…

"

Huang Rong, her lust surging, her body hot and limp, didn't find his words offensive. Instead, she responded lasciviously: "Ah... slower... ah... slower, Old Monster Liang... I...

how does it compare to the women you've been with before? ... It's all the way in... do you... feel good... comfortable... comfortable?"

Hearing Huang Rong's seductive and wanton responses, and feeling the tightness and contractions of her tender flesh inside her honeypot, Liang Ziweng felt unparalleled pleasure and unprecedented stimulation. He felt as if he had wasted his life.

While thrusting his fat waist, Liang Ziweng vigorously rubbed Huang Rong's bouncy breasts, continuing his nonsensical ramblings. Huang Rong gasped for breath with each thrust, her juices flowing from her honeypot, dripping slowly down her buttocks onto the long coffee table.

After nearly a hundred more thrusts, Liang Ziweng suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his glans, knowing he was about to ejaculate. He quickly slowed down and held back, pausing for a long while. This caused Huang Rong, who was in the throes of passion, to let out a soft moan. She pouted her pink lips, glanced back at Liang Ziweng with lustful longing, and twisted her slender waist, unable to resist actively pushing her pert buttocks up and down towards his thick, fleshy penis.

With each rise and fall of her shapely buttocks, the alluring moans emanating from Huang Rong's mouth were particularly seductive, further fueling Liang Ziweng's bloodlust and igniting his desire. He almost couldn't resist sticking out his buttocks and speeding up his thrusts, but he finally restrained himself, refraining from impulsively rushing forward and avoiding ejaculating immediately again.

But Liang Ziweng's inaction was actually useless, because Huang Rong was already panting heavily, her cheeks flushed, and under the intense stimulation of the tingling sensation, she twisted her slender white waist even more vigorously, constantly thrusting her snow-white buttocks up and down, her eyes slightly closed, uttering incoherent lewd moans.

After only a short while, Liang Ziweng's glans went numb again, and he felt that he was about to ejaculate. In a panic, he pressed his hands on Huang Rong's snow-white shoulders and pushed her forcefully towards the window.

With this push, Huang Rong's elastic, high-perched buttocks involuntarily shrank forward... With a "pop," Liang Ziweng's penis left Huang Rong's honey hole, and Huang Rong, who had been leaning against the table, was now kneeling and lying on the long table, and her upper body was pushed out of the window.

This action greatly displeased Huang Rong, whose desire was already burning. She turned around, pouted, and glared fiercely at Liang Ziweng. However, her round and pert buttocks seemed to be asking for something, and she couldn't help but sway gently.

Liang Ziweng came to his senses, his old face flushed, and he knew he was wrong. He took a step forward, his old waist swaying, and his swollen, purplish-red glans had already parted Huang Rong's labia and entered her honeyed entrance. With another thrust of his buttocks, his thick, fat penis was deeply embedded in Huang Rong's narrow, warm honeyed entrance, stimulating her so much that her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she cried out in a high-pitched, lustful voice: "Old monster Liang…"

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