Excited Little Dragon Girl

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"Kill—" Basang, riding his beloved Mongol steed, charged swiftly towards a thin man. The man was clearly terrified; while the other Han Chinese were turning and fleeing in panic, he stood frozen, motionless. Basang, of course, wouldn't miss this perfect target, and with a single stroke, beheaded him.

Blood gushed from the headless corpse's neck, a spray over a foot high. It was unbelievable that such a thin man had so much blood splattered on his face. Basang wiped the blood from his face, cursing, "Damn Han dog," and continued his relentless pursuit of the fleeing Han refugees.

As a descendant of a Mongol military family, Basang had learned horseback riding and archery from a young age. Dealing with these unarmed Han refugees was like entering an empty field. When his steel blade had severed the eleventh head, he felt unsatisfied.

The Han Chinese began to scatter and flee. He couldn't kill many with his sword, so he took down his iron-framed bow and began to practice mounted archery.

One arrow pierced the head! An elderly Han Chinese man fell into a pool of blood. Another blood pierced a heart, and a Han woman screamed and fell to the ground. Basang grew increasingly excited. Seeing a young child kneeling on the ground screaming, he spurred his horse forward, ready to trample him to death.

However, a thin needle pierced Basang's brow. This ruthless Mongol cavalryman, who had killed without batting an eye, was thrown from his horse and died instantly.

Basang's death did not attract the attention of the Mongol cavalrymen. After all, even the best riders can slip and fall; their lack of skill was no one's fault but their own. They remained immersed in the thrill of slaughtering Han refugees.

Meanwhile, a white figure was using unparalleled lightness skill to continuously shoot and deflect thin needles. These needles were poisoned and each one struck a vital spot on the Mongol cavalryman's brow, rendering their armor useless.

A Mongol cavalryman dismounted and rushed into a bamboo shed to loot. Seeing several Han people sitting on the ground without fleeing, he assumed they were terrified. Laughing, he slashed at the burly man in the center with his sword.

The steel blade struck the man's forehead but bounced back as if it had struck steel armor. Several gray scales appeared on the man's forehead, and his mouth twisted into a wide grin that reached his ears. His eyes bulged out like fish eyes, like wine glasses.

The Mongol cavalryman cried out in alarm, "You—what kind of monster are you? I am a citizen of the Eternal Heaven, I—I'm not afraid—ah—!"

The fish-faced man then plucked his bare hand and plunged it into the Mongol cavalryman's chest cavity. His five fingers tore through the iron armor as easily as tearing paper, and then ripped out the still-beating, warm heart. He opened his mouth wide and took a bite, the bloody taste filling him with immense excitement. The men beside him, their eyes red with envy, watched.

"Can't resist the smell of blood? Don't worry, at least a few hundred will die outside. We can just eat some hearts and entrails from those still-warm corpses," the fish-faced man said as he ate.

"Watch out, someone's attacking—that woman's using hidden weapons!" The young Taoist priest, having already spotted a white-clad woman wearing a bamboo hat and veil continuously firing hidden weapons at Mongol cavalry, shouted a warning to the soldiers lost in the carnage.

The fat lama, however, completely ignored the situation, grabbing a beautiful woman and dragging her into the bushes, stripping her naked and committing his bestial acts.

"Hahahaha—so good—you bitch, you've been fucked many times, haven't you? So wide down there, and so much juice!" The lama thrust wildly into the naked woman, his maniacal laughter and the woman's screams attracting the attention of those around him. The Mongol cavalry, seemingly influenced by his madness, also grabbed Han women to rape on the spot, showing no semblance of military dignity.

"Beast!" The woman in white flicked her wrist, sending a flying needle aimed straight at the lama's head. But the lama reacted swiftly, grabbing an innocent woman from the ground to block the needle. The poor woman was fatally pierced through the forehead by the needle.

"You wicked monk, you deserve to die—" The woman in white, who had tried to save someone, was enraged by the accidental killing. Even with her usually cold demeanor, she was now completely ignited. She drew two longswords

from her waist and charged at the lama. "Hey, heroes of the Eternal Heaven, this vile woman has killed many of your brothers. Are you going to watch her kill me, the third disciple of the Great Yuan National Preceptor, Lionheart Buddha?" The lama, completely unconcerned, pushed the dead woman to the ground and began to rape her corpse.

"Kill—protect Lionheart Buddha!" A group of Mongol cavalrymen spurred their horses, brandishing their swords and firing arrows, charging straight at the woman in white. The woman in white was also thoroughly enraged by these beasts. Her two swords flashed out like lightning, each strike killing a man. Her swordsmanship was like mercury flowing freely, always finding openings in the hail of swords and arrows to strike. Her lightness skill was unparalleled; to the naked eye, she was just a white blur darting about.

In a short time, most of the Mongol cavalrymen had been killed. Yet, they seemed to have gone mad, completely oblivious to their own mortality. Even the woman in white, whose inner strength was only slightly inferior to the Five Great Masters of the era, felt breathless.

"Master—, I'll help you!" At this moment, the young man, Zuo Jianqing, also drew a long sword and charged forward. His martial arts were not high, barely considered third-rate, but he was passable against three or four Mongol soldiers. Attacking from behind, he managed to kill several in succession.

"Stop—" At this moment, the young Taoist priest flicked his whisk, deflecting the white-clad woman's right-hand sword, and said, "Are you perhaps Xiaolongnü, wife of Yang Guo, the Condor Hero? I am Bai Sun

, the Taoist priest, and I have no grudge against you. I only hope that we can all back down and let this go." "Bullshit—, how can we let this woman go after she killed so many of us? Bai Sun, are you perhaps a spy for these Song people? Hurry up and get her, capture this woman, and after I'm done with her, you can have her—" Lionheart had already grabbed another Han woman and was raping her on the spot, shouting.

"Hmph, deserves to die—" Little Dragon Girl didn't say much more, once again unleashing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra and the Quanzhen Swordplay in a combined attack. She had cultivated the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra since childhood, reaching near perfection, and had also practiced the Nine Yin Manual. After reuniting with Yang Guo, she consumed the gall bladder of the Sass Wind Serpent, killed by the Divine Condor, further enhancing her internal strength. Her power was comparable to that of Lin Chaoying, the founder of the Ancient Tomb Sect, at her peak. Even the Golden Wheel Monk, who possessed ten levels of the Dragon Elephant Skill, would have found it difficult to withstand her. Although Bai Sun's martial arts were high, his internal strength was ultimately inferior to hers, and his whisk was far less powerful than the combined swordplay, forcing him into a gradual retreat.

"Crack! Crack!" Bai Sun had already been struck by several swords, blood spurting out. He knew he was no match for Xiao Longnv. Gritting his teeth, he fiercely twisted his whisk to restrain the two swords. His whisk, made of gold and silver threads, was an unparalleled weapon-locking technique, but it could only hold Xiao Longnv's swords for a moment at most. Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed his unique palm technique, "Xuanming Divine Palm," striking directly at Xiao Longnv's right rib.

Xiao Longnv felt an extremely strong, cold force striking her from the right. Knowing this move was very powerful, she hurriedly prepared to use her lightness skill to dodge to the left, but unexpectedly, a gust of wind came, and the lama threw a corpse directly at her to block her retreat.

Unable to dodge, Xiao Longnv could only release her swords with one hand and meet Bai Sun's attack with her right palm. The two palms collided, and Bai Sun spat out a mouthful of blood, flying back several feet away. He didn't even bother with his whisk and used his lightness skill to flee for his life.

Xiaolongnu also felt a numb, cold sensation from the palm strike, almost too weak to clench her fist. She knew the opponent's palm strike was insidious; with her skill, she could dispel the chill with just the time it takes to burn an incense stick. However, during this time, she couldn't use her

combined sword technique. "Alas, my good brothers are either dead or have fled. Now, I, the Buddha, have no choice but to do it myself. Woman, spread your legs and let me have my way with you, and I'll leave you a whole corpse," Lionheart lewdly grinned as he rose from the woman he had just brutally violated. He strode naked towards Xiaolongnu, not even bothering to put on his clothes.

"Shameless—" Xiaolongnu couldn't bear to look at this disgusting body. She could only cover her eyes with one hand and kick a steel knife from the ground, aiming it directly at Lionheart.

Lionheart didn't dodge or flinch. The steel knife struck his heart, yet it couldn't penetrate. The spot where the knife struck his heart turned a bizarre, pitch-black color.

This lewd monk's hard skill was truly remarkable! Little Dragon Girl was startled. She had used seventy percent of her strength in that kick; even an ordinary Iron Shirt or Golden Bell Shield would have been pierced by it, and even if they could block it, they would suffer internal injuries. Yet this lecherous monk was completely unharmed. If the disciple of Eight Masters was already so formidable, then the monk himself must be even more so. If Guo'er was to go to Xiangyang to assist Hero Guo, then...

The thought of her husband's danger filled Xiaolongnu with even greater anxiety. Ignoring the possibility of seeing Lionheart's hideous genitals, she wielded the Jade Maiden Heart Sword technique with her left hand, while simultaneously channeling her inner energy into another sword in her right. Her sword flashed like lightning, stabbing five times in an instant.

Throat, heart, right ribs, abdomen, navel—in the blink of an eye, Lionheart was struck in five vital spots. These were the easiest places for a master of hard martial arts to break through, and she had used all her strength. Yet, all five swords were deflected. She felt as if her sword had pierced a strange, incredibly elastic suit of armor; the recoil made her wrist numb.

"Come on, woman, you're being so gentle because you've fallen for Buddha? Don't worry, Buddha will love you well later," Lionheart lewdly grinned, his mouth wide open. Suddenly, his tongue, over three feet long, shot out and tore off the veil of Xiaolongnu's hat.

"Rip—" The bamboo hat Xiaolongnu wore was instantly ripped off by the long tongue, revealing her stunningly beautiful face. Although she was over forty, her internal energy cultivation made her look like she was only in her early twenties. She was truly a beauty of unparalleled grace!

"Wow, this is amazing! You're quite a beauty, woman. You're in the top ten of all the beauties I've ever been with. Even my little monk couldn't resist—" Lionheart was extremely excited after seeing Xiaolongnu's true face. His mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a row of sharp, dagger-like teeth. His dark, foul-smelling penis suddenly grew into a seven-foot-long whip and swept towards Xiaolongnu's face.

"Ah—" Xiaolongnu had never seen such a bizarre and disgusting thing in her forty-plus years of life. Fortunately, in her fear, she managed to use a bridge-like movement to avoid the terrifying whip. The gust of wind rushed past her cheek, and the stench was enough to make her want to vomit, but some of the filth from the whip still got on her face.

Xiaolongnu was both ashamed and furious. She had always been a germaphobe, and the time she was tricked and raped by Yin Zhiping, a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, had caused her immense physical and mental harm. Even after marrying Yang Guo and reuniting sixteen years later,

she still had an instinctive resistance to marital relations. Therefore, Yang Guo always made love to her in the dark to avoid causing her any painful memories. Now, this perverted lecherous monk was exposing himself in front of her and displaying such a perverted and disgusting behavior, which made her feel like vomiting. She felt a pain spreading in her head, her internal energy became chaotic, and a strong sense of fear arose in her heart.

"Master, are you alright? You lecherous monk—" Zuo Jianqing was furious to see his goddess being humiliated by a naked lecherous monk. He rushed forward without regard for his lack of skill, but just one glance at Lionheart made him tremble and almost unable to stand.

It was like a mouse seeing a tiger; the terrifying aura constantly eroded his already timid heart, causing him to cower in fear, convulsing and screaming. It felt as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his mind. His groin quickly became wet, and pale yellow urine flowed continuously from his crotch.

"Jian Qing—" Seeing her disciple fall, Xiaolongnu guessed he had been poisoned by this lecherous monk, but she didn't know if it was poison or the Soul-Sealing Technique from the Nine Yin Manual.

Xiaolongnu had naturally practiced the Soul-Sealing Technique herself, but her intuition told her she absolutely couldn't use it on this lecherous monk. His abnormal mental strength would likely cause the Soul-Sealing Technique to backfire on her, leaving her truly defenseless.

"Woman, why aren't you fierce anymore? Keep stabbing me! I, your little monk, will let you cut me to your heart's content—" Lionheart laughed wildly, his fleshy whip transforming into a long, foot-long penis that thrust straight at Little Dragon Girl. The dark red glans resembled the fist of a large man, and even more terrifyingly, the urethral opening seemed to be covered with a ring of sharp, fine teeth! The woman he had raped had a gaping wound the size of a bowl, her internal organs—intestines, liver, heart, and all—completely gone!

"Kill—" Little Dragon Girl endured the discomfort throughout her body and the pain in her head. Her right hand had regained feeling, and she crossed her twin swords, slashing wildly at the penis, but both were deflected! These twin swords were the Lady's Sword, truly divine weapons capable of cutting through iron like mud, yet they couldn't even cut a sliver of the lecherous monk's penis!

For the first time, despair welled up in Little Dragon Girl's heart. This man was not human! He was a demon! How could she possibly defeat such an opponent? How could Yang Guo possibly win against such an opponent! Her heart trembled, almost making her want to abandon her twin swords and submit to her opponent.

No, she couldn't give up. Xiaolongnu's willpower remained unwavering. She twisted her body and used her unparalleled lightness skill to rush in front of Lionheart. One sword was aimed at his right eye, and the other was plunged into his mouth.

The sword aimed at his right eye was blocked by Lionheart's closed eyelids, but the sword aimed at his mouth succeeded. She felt the sensation of the long sword piercing solid matter and felt a sense of certainty. Even with the highest martial arts skills, the mouth, such a soft place, would be beyond saving if pierced by a weapon as sharp as the Gentleman's Sword.

However, what happened next terrified her. Lionheart was actually biting the Gentleman's Sword with his teeth. This divine weapon, which could cut through iron like mud, was bent into an arc by his teeth! Then he released it, and the Gentleman's Sword flew several feet away and embedded itself in the beach.

"Ahhh—" Little Dragon Girl believed she must be dreaming. She only hoped to wake up from this nightmare as soon as possible. Her hands, clad in gold silk gloves, frantically stabbed at Lionheart's ears. Unfortunately, this time Lionheart wasted no time to play with her. The terrifying flesh whip wrapped tightly around her upper body like a python. She could even hear the painful groans of her own bones.

"Let me go—let me go—" Little Dragon Girl was lifted into the air by the flesh whip. The terrifying glans was right in front of her face, and the sharp teeth on the urethral opening were scraping. The stench almost drove her crazy. Her hands were not bound, so she could only grab the terrifying glans and try to squeeze the lewd thing to burst. However, the glans was so tough that she could not squeeze it even an inch. In fact, the result of squeezing hard was that a stream of semen spurted from the glans and urethral opening, splashing her face. The stench almost made her faint. With no sword in her hands, she could only use her still free feet to kick Lionheart's head and face.

"Bang bang bang—" Lionheart was kicked repeatedly in the face and head by Little Dragon Girl, but he was unharmed. He neither dodged nor flinched, enjoying the feeling of being kicked by her slender feet in calfskin boots. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and bit Little Dragon Girl's right foot, his sharp teeth piercing through the leather of the boot and embedding themselves in her skin. His tongue felt the toes still struggling inside the calfskin boot, but he didn't bite them hard.

"Ah ah—lewd monk—ah ah ah—" Little Dragon Girl tried to pull her foot back, but she couldn't budge it. Meanwhile, Lionheart's long tongue stretched out, lifting her long skirt and licking the bulging treasure between her legs. Little Dragon Girl hurriedly reached down to protect her crotch while repeatedly scratching the long tongue with her Nine Yin Divine Claws. But the tongue was incredibly slippery and impervious to blades and spears, so how could it be afraid of the Nine Yin Divine Claws wearing golden gloves?

Little Dragon Girl's resistance only fueled Lionheart's amusement. He began to focus his attention on her feet. The brown calfskin boots were of excellent quality, the shafts binding her trousers up to her calves, outlining her long, sexy legs. Little Dragon Girl usually wore white embroidered shoes, but Yang Guo, worried about her feet getting blisters, had specially bought her a pair of comfortable calfskin boots. Also, the embroidered shoes were prone to slipping off during fights, so the tight-fitting boots prevented that problem.

Unfortunately, all of this was useless against the demonic Lionheart. He could easily bite off half of that adorable toe in one bite, but that wouldn't be fun. Playing with this beautiful, lowly creature gave him a thrill. His tongue suddenly changed direction, plunging into the boot shaft that hugged her calves, pulling it down to her ankles to reveal loose trousers, white socks, and her glistening ankles. His long tongue swiftly rubbed between the boots and the soles of her jade-like feet.

"Hahaha—ahahaha!" The intense tickling on her soles caused the screaming Little Dragon Girl to instantly erupt into uncontrollable laughter. When Yang Guo was a child, he would deliberately pretend to accidentally grab her bare feet during training, and she would feel both ashamed and annoyed but unable to punish him. In fact, she had always been extremely ticklish, her feet often tickled by her former senior sister, Li Mochou. Now, it felt as if countless ants were crawling on her soles, truly making her skin crawl with goosebumps. "

How delicious! Let me taste what's inside your hole," Lionheart lewdly grinned, twisting his long tongue and inserting it straight into Little Dragon Girl's trouser leg, then lightning-fast slid it upwards. Little Dragon Girl was laughing so hard she was doubled over, having no energy left to protect her crotch. As a result, the long tongue slid in from the side of her underpants and penetrated her peach-shaped crevice.

"Ahhh—no, no, please—pull it out—" The foreign object entering her groin jolted Xiaolongnu back to reality. She hadn't realized it was Lionheart's tongue that was violating her; now it was his penis. The extreme shame of being raped washed over her, driving her almost hysterical. She gripped the tongue thrusting in and out of her pants, trying to pull it out.

But the tongue was too strong for her to move. Lionheart felt his tongue penetrate a warm, tight vagina. He rotated it, pushing it deeper and deeper, until it reached the very core of this beautiful woman's flower.

"Ugh—please—please—don't—don't stop—" Xiaolongnu felt the pain in her groin quickly transform into intense pleasure. The stimulating pleasure directly assaulted her cerebral cortex. This deadly pleasure was something no one could resist. She couldn't believe she could be so wanton, so utterly unbearable as to accept this monster's violation. But the reality was she couldn't refuse. Even the most chaste woman in the world couldn't endure it.

Du Xin had already released his grip, using his fleshy whip to suspend Xiaolongnu in the air. He used his long tongue to perform oral sex on Xiaolongnu, who was caught in a state of uncontrollable lust. She could only frantically stomp her legs in the air, unable to release the pleasure in her lower body. Her delicate red face was already rolled back, her head trembling wildly, and her lovely tongue was sticking out saliva that kept dripping down the corners of her mouth. She was clearly a wanton woman who could not bear the desire.

"Master—Master—" Zuo Jianqing, who was lying in the distance, had recovered by this time, but seeing Xiaolongnu being humiliated by this demon, he did not have the courage to step forward to save her. The strange and erotic scene stimulated him even more, and he pinched his crotch and began to masturbate.

In the bamboo shed not far away, the bodies of the burly men who had devoured human hearts began to mutate. Their eyes bulged out, their bodies grew grayish-white scales, and gills appeared on the back of their necks. The leader, Wang Xiangzhu, said, "Get ready. We'll strike together when this guy is off guard. We must seize the offering."

At the same time, on a hillside three miles away, several Persians dressed as foreigners were also watching the ferry closely. The Persian leader even had a burning fireball appear in his hand, seemingly containing boundless heat.

Several large ships in Huaixi were filled with heroes from all over the country, all inspired by Guo Jing to come and defend their homeland. Standing at the bow of the ships was a young man in his twenties with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His temples were high and he was very tall and strong. He was Guo Jing's son, Guo Polu. Although he was young, he had already inherited his father's true skills. He had mastered the Nine Yin Manual and the Bone-Forging Manual. In addition, he was skilled in the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and knew other martial arts such as the One-Finger Divine Skill and the Orchid Finger Acupuncture Technique. He was one of the best among the young heroes. This time, he volunteered to leave Xiangyang and join General Diancang Yuyin and General Qiao to welcome the anti-Yuan righteous people from all over the country. They would then be transported to Xiangyang by Hai Zhenzhu, the sister of the leader of the Haijiao Gang.

At this moment, he was anxiously watching the Huai River, worried that they might encounter Yuan warships intercepting them. General Qiao, however, was more concerned about the members of the Haijiao Gang on board. He sensed an eerie aura about them. Years of experience in the martial world told him that these people were definitely not good. He even saw many of the gang members not eating rice but stuffing live fish they had caught into their mouths and eating them, their faces covered in blood, yet they still looked like they were enjoying it. This made him feel a chill down his spine.

"Nephew, you must be careful. The Haijiao Gang has always had a bad reputation. I've always heard that they're the ones backing up the smuggling of salt and piracy along the coast. I've even heard that they're involved in human trafficking, loading large numbers of refugees from the interior onto ships and transporting them overseas every year. Their conscience is truly black inside and out. The gang leader, Haijiao, is even more ruthless and violent, killing people without hesitation. His sister doesn't seem like a good person either. When we stop to rest later, let's go ashore and rest, so we don't fall into their trap," General Qiao said to Guo Polu.

"Wow, I've never seen a flag on a ship with an octopus embroidered on it before! That octopus is so creepy, it gives me the creeps. Be careful these guys don't get bribed by the Tartars," Diancang Yuyin advised from the side.

"Well, after all, the Shanghai girl has been quite kind to us along the way. It wouldn't be good if we talked about her behind her back," Guo Polu hesitated.

"I love diving," a fat man from the Sea Dragon Gang with an octopus pattern embroidered on his chest muttered, carrying a wine jar and swaying as he walked across the deck. Two bright young women brushed past him, both covering their noses and frowning. "It

stinks! They smell like fish. Don't these guys ever bathe?" The woman on the left, in her early twenties, was tall with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes. She wore a blue cloak, a blue outfit, carried a long sword, and wore black leather boots. She looked very heroic. She was Cao Ying, the Huashan Heroine, whose Huashan swordsmanship was rarely matched in the martial arts world.

"Sister Cao, why are you getting so worked up over them? These fishermen never have time to shower. Even their vice-leader, a woman, smells terrible!" The woman on the right was petite, dressed in a pink dress, and appeared quite demure. She held a long flute in her hand and wore pink soft boots. She was Zhu Ziliu's youngest daughter, Zhu Ting, a woman skilled in both martial arts and literature, possessing the family's One-Finger Divine Skill.

"Young Master Guo, when will we dock? Many of our brothers are seasick and can't stand it," Cao Ying asked boldly.

"Ah—this—" Guo Polu blushed upon seeing Cao Ying, unable to look at her directly, and lowered his head to stare at her black boots.

At this moment, a woman of about twenty-five or twenty-six years old emerged from the cabin. She was of medium height, dressed in black, with a tanned wheat-colored complexion, large eyes, and rather ugly features. She wore straw sandals that revealed her large feet. She was Hai Zhenzhu, the vice-leader of the Sea Dragon Gang.

"Big sister, you're saying this Guo guy is a hypocrite, right? He only dares to look at women's boots, not their faces. Isn't that perverted? Compared to him, I, Old Wu, love nothing but diving. I don't know what the boss sees in this kid? He's even going to use the divine blood of the divine messenger on him. Does

he even deserve it—" The group, still chugging their drinks, glared at Guo Polu and whispered. "Shut up, Old Wu. If you dare leak this, I'll chop you up and throw you into the sea, you dead squid, and see if you still love diving. And stop staring at women's boots all day long," Hai Zhenzhu glared at Old Wu.

"Yes, yes, big sister, you're right. But these idiots want to rest ashore. That's Jiajia Village, you know. You know it's been there for a long time—" Old Wu trailed off.

"Nonsense, of course I know. I only care about saving that brat Guo's life. I don't care about the lives of the others. They've been so rude to us along the way, it saves us the trouble of fighting them." Hai Zhenzhu's eyes widened, her eyeballs almost bulging out.

Several large ships were moored at the shore. Guo Polu and his group of heroes went ashore. The map marked a village called Jiajia Village near the shore. Most of the villagers had fled. When they reached the village entrance, they felt that the surroundings were extremely desolate and overgrown with weeds. Most of the houses in the village were dilapidated, and many of them even had collapsed roofs.

General Qiao went to great lengths to find the village chief, only to find him to be a gaunt man in his sixties, his clothes tattered and worn, wearing only a pair of tattered shorts with the crotch ripped open, revealing glimpses of his genitals. Zhu Ting was so ashamed she covered her face, while Cao Ying angrily shouted, "You peasant, get out of here!" Guo Polu quickly stopped Cao Ying's outburst and stepped forward, asking, "Old man, we're just passing through. Many houses in your village are empty, so we'll stay for the night." He then pulled ten taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to the village chief.

The village chief, after receiving the silver, leered at Cao Ying's bulging chest and black leather boots, gave a strange smile, and turned to leave.

In the darkness, pairs of red eyes flashed from the nearby woods, and low growls, like those of wild beasts, slowly enveloped the village.

[The End]

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