Flesh and blood body and immortal power

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"A decadent nation always has a group of despicable villains—and a bunch of loyal lackeys."
Huangfu Song sat atop the watchtower, listening to Huang Wei, the Yellow Turban general besieging the city, riding his horse below, loudly proclaim this. Upon hearing this, the soldiers on both sides immediately roared with curses, but Huangfu Song remained silent.
This man was well-versed in military strategy, his plans flawless, and he was also incredibly brave and skilled in battle. And yet, such a figure existed among the Yellow Turban rebels. Among the people of the world, there were countless talented individuals, but the Han dynasty could only field a handful to meet the enemy. Jealousy of talent was always a dynasty's fatal flaw.
Huang Wei said calmly, "I will ask you one more time, General Huangfu, will you surrender or not?"
Huangfu Song stood up, observing from the city wall that the besieging army had completely surrounded the city, and loudly proclaimed, "This general would rather die than surrender!"
Huang Wei sneered, saying, "I respected you as a great man, but who knew you were nothing but a foolish dog!" Just as the generals on the city
walls were about to shout, a report came: "Yellow Turban spies have infiltrated the city, and the south gate has been opened wide!" Just as Huangfu Song's expression changed, a troop of soldiers appeared in the distance outside the city, galloping rapidly towards them. The crimson banner bore the large character "Shang.
" "Another annoying dog. The vanguard, don't panic, continue the siege until the army that has entered the city opens the main gate.
I will lead the rear guard to meet the enemy."
Huang Wei reined in his horse and turned to the front lines. He saw that the approaching army numbered in the tens of thousands, and the general leading them was remarkably young. He couldn't help but laugh, "The Han dynasty has no one here, leading an army like a mere youth. Today has truly broadened my horizons."
The man laughed heartily, spurred his horse to a high position before the enemy, and said, "Indeed, with your abilities, General, you must know exactly how to defeat my weary army that has come from afar, right?"
Huang Wei was taken aback, realizing his thoughts had been read. He slowly replied, "To be able to defeat the armies of Generals Di Gong and Ren Gong, you are indeed no ordinary man." "Your army has been preparing for this for a long time, only to launch a sudden attack when I besiege the city, right?"
The man sighed, "General, you have prepared archers and shields, and you have divided your army into front and rear, arranged in a square formation. You can attack from the front and defend from the rear. Even if I have the invincible iron cavalry of the Xiongnu, it would be difficult to break through your formation, would it?"
Huang Wei said, "Are you stalling for time so that the Han army in the city can break through the encirclement and attack us from both sides?"
The man turned his head and looked at the distant green mountains, saying, "Where is General Tiangong?"
Huang Wei saw his expression and his face changed slightly. He said, "You... are not Yin Xiu."
The man laughed, "That's right, my name is Xu Shu, just a country bumpkin. General Huang, since you know my army's strategy, why don't you immediately return to rescue the emperor?"
Huang Wei said, "Do you know why I joined the Yellow Turban Rebellion against the Han?"
Xu Shu nodded and said, "I would like to hear the details." Huang
Wei raised his hand, pointing to the sky, and said, "I believe in Heaven, and Heaven is on Lord Zhang's side."
Heaven? Where is Heaven?
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Right here!
Zhao Yun flew into the tent and found Shang Xuan, dressed in white, lying on a huge rock covered with strange characters.
This was the eastern side of Zhang Jiao's stronghold. But Zhao Yun had no time to pay attention to the dangers around him; his focus was entirely on the beautiful woman in the tent.
Shang Xuan's jade-like face was calm and serene, her sleeping posture very peaceful, but her cheeks were extremely pale.
What kind of evil thing was this?
He was about to wake Shang Xuan when he heard footsteps behind him and someone say, "Lord Zhao has come a long way and is tired. Now, I ask you to be my witness. See how I display my great power."
Zhao Yun turned around, and the person was Wang Xuan, who had captured Shang Xuan alive. "You old lecher! Take this!" He sneered, his spear aimed straight at his opponent.
Wang Xuan, utterly unfazed, flicked his whisk, deflecting Zhao Yun's masterful spear technique, capable of taking on a hundred men. He laughed loudly, "Flesh and blood cannot withstand the power of an immortal!"
"My puppet, rise!"
Zhao Yun jerked his spear, leaping backward, but his heart skipped a beat. He saw Shang Xuan, at Wang Xuan's command, gracefully rise, slowly opening her eyes. He couldn't help but call out, "Miss Shang!"
Shang Xuan, however, ignored him, moving before Wang Xuan and kneeling gracefully, as if paying her respects.
Wang Xuan gently stroked Shang Xuan's exquisitely beautiful face, handing her the wooden sword at his waist, and laughed, "Use this sword to kill him!"
Shang Xuan slowly nodded, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhao Yun, a strange light flashing in her emerald pupils. She picked up the wooden sword, her bare feet poised to strike him.
Zhao Yun parried the wooden sword with his spear, and exclaimed in astonishment, "Shang Gu... Miss Shang! You don't recognize me? You...
"
Shang Xuan remained silent, her jade-like face as cold as ice, yet the attacks of her wooden sword were extremely fierce. What surprised Zhao Yun most was her extraordinary strength.
Her beautiful figure transformed into countless graceful movements, and under her control, the wooden sword, though beautiful in its moves, was deadly in every strike, easily overwhelming Zhao Yun.
He was exhausted and dared not harm Shang Xuan, and for a moment he was completely at a loss as to how to proceed.
After more than ten more moves, although Zhao Yun defended with all his might, he could not withstand the onslaught. With a groan, the wooden sword pierced his chest, and Shang Xuan kicked him with her jade-like leg, sending him flying out of the tent and rolling to the ground.
"Capture him! Tie him to the wooden cell."
Wang Xuan ordered his men to take the injured Zhao Yun into custody and return him to the tent, where Shang Xuan was already kneeling to one side, awaiting his orders. Wang Xuan chuckled, sat on the bed in the tent, and said, "Come here." Shang Xuan immediately stood up gracefully and knelt beside Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan reached into her thin white robe and gently caressed her soft, pink breasts. A blush spread across Shang Xuan's pale face. When Wang Xuan's hand pinched her rosy nipple, she let out a soft moan, nestled in Wang Xuan's arms, and breathed heavily. Her beauty was incomparable. Truly, she possessed the essence of Yin; only a woman of such virility could possess such heavenly beauty.
Shang Xuan's jade hand reached out and touched Wang Xuan's aging manhood, gently pressing and caressing it. At the same time, she moved closer, caressing Wang Xuan's genitals while offering her breasts to his lips, allowing Wang Xuan to simultaneously experience the astonishing allure of her body through his mouth, nose, and touch.
Wang Xuan opened his mouth, which was full of yellowed and rotten teeth, and forcefully bit and sucked on the pair of bright red, peach-like nipples. One hand reached under her hem, spread open her pink vulva, and played with her clitoris.
Shang Xuan moaned softly, her slender waist twisting and swaying violently under Wang Xuan's caresses, her soft and exquisite body constantly rubbing and pressing against Wang Xuan's body. Under the cover of her white clothes, one could vaguely see the lustful fluid flowing from her vulva. A beautiful young woman was writhing and moaning in the arms of an old man, overflowing with lust. The scene was extremely lewd.
"Little slut, once I've mastered the Rejuvenation Technique of the Heavenly Book and regained my virility, I'll come back and treat you half to death."
After enjoying Shang Xuan's body, Wang Xuan withdrew his hand, which was covered in her lustful fluid. Upon seeing this, Shang Xuan immediately abandoned her tongue entanglement with Wang Xuan's, and lightly stuck out her fragrant tongue to lick Wang Xuan's fingertips.
The brilliance of this technique lies in forgetting oneself, yet still retaining the innate instinct of carnal desire.
The
scheme continues.
"Release!"
Yin Xiu roared, and ten thousand fire arrows simultaneously struck Zhang Jiao's camp, a spectacular sight like a fire dragon descending. Yin Xiu drew his longsword and charged into Zhang Jiao's camp. To his surprise, the front camp was deserted.
A figure slowly approached, and Yin Xiu raised his bow, thousands of bows simultaneously aimed at the newcomer.
"General Yin Xiu is indeed formidable. My second brother is unworthy; it's only natural that he fell to you."
The voice was extremely shrill, yet it echoed through the valley. Some of the Han soldiers, upon hearing it, immediately went limp, their weapons falling to the ground.
Just then, a delicate voice rang out beside Yin Xiu, saying, "We can break it with the sound of war drums." The speaker was petite and pretty—none other than Wan'er.
Yin Xiu had returned to his tent last night, pondering how to deal with Zhang Jiao's sorcery, when Wan'er, knowing his thoughts, revealed them to him using her own knowledge.
This kind of sorcery relied entirely on summoning the power of ghosts and gods; it required setting up an altar and offering sacrifices to activate it.
"Beat the drums!"
A series of drumbeats sounded, and the affected soldiers immediately snapped out of their daze, picking up their weapons again.
Yin Xiu coldly watched the slowly approaching figure, saying to Wan'er behind him, "Wan'er, won't you tell me your true identity?"
Wan'er softly replied, "We'll talk about it after we save Sister Xuan, okay?"
"Release the arrows!"
Thousands of arrows shot out simultaneously, flying straight towards Zhang Jiao.
Zhang Jiao raised his wooden staff, and countless human-shaped wooden blocks, nearly a hundred in number, suddenly sprang from the ground, deflecting arrows in front of him before charging straight at him.
A chorus of screams erupted from the Han army.
"Order the rear guard to prepare to burn them with torches! Don't panic! What's so scary about mere wooden puppets and inanimate objects?"
Yin Xiu's calm command quelled the soldiers' anxiety. He had Wan'er cling tightly to him from behind, and with his longsword, he led the vanguard to hold off the wooden puppets' attack.
Torches were thrown from behind towards the puppets, while Yin Xiu led the vanguard back several dozen feet.
Wan'er looked up at the sky, saying, "Zhang Jiao is about to change the world."
Yin Xiu raised his sword, cleaving the wooden puppet in two. The puppet swayed, then returned to its original shape and attacked him again. He exclaimed in astonishment, "The world is changing?"
"Torchbearers, fire!" Countless
torches were dropped from the rear of the army onto the wooden figures, which instantly ignited and turned to ash. The Han army's morale soared upon seeing this, as Yin Xiu's commands consistently neutralized the terrifying sorcery. At that moment ,
darkness fell .
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... The air was filled with the sounds of soldiers fighting, and both men were covered in the blood of their comrades. Huang Wei laughed, " Lord Zhang alone can withstand an army of ten thousand." Xu Shu was slightly taken aback, but Huang Wei's broadsword was already slashing towards him. Although the siege had been lifted, the outcome was still uncertain. Everything depended on Yin Xiu. ********** The rain poured down like cold water, extinguishing the Han army's high morale. The torches were extinguished, and countless wooden figures rose again. These wooden figures were impervious to swords and weapons, yet possessed the strength of oxen, plunging the Han army into another fierce battle. Just as Yin Xiu was fighting, Zhang Jiao appeared not far in front of him. Yin Xiu drew his spear and charged forward with both spear and sword. Wan'er held him tightly and whispered, "Don't worry about it, it's an illusion." In his astonishment, Yin Xiu's spear struck Zhang Jiao's head, and the shadow turned into smoke and vanished. "On the mountain." Wan'er pointed to a hilltop above the main camp and said, "The altar must be set up according to the celestial configuration, and only this hilltop is suitable. Zhang Jiao's true form is there." " Order the entire army to retreat to the foot of the mountain. Once I have broken Zhang Jiao's sorcery, hear the sound of my sword and immediately ascend the mountain." Yin Xiu spurred his horse forward, his two weapons dancing like a dance, carving a bloody path through the wooden horde and galloping up the mountain. Wan'er, behind him, was completely unharmed. In terms of martial prowess, Zhao Yun was indeed inferior to her, so she held him even tighter, forgetting even her own sword. Suddenly, their horse leaped, landing atop the hill. On this clifftop, only a few dozen feet in circumference, stood a large tent, and in front of it was a square altar. Standing in the center of the altar was Shang Xuan. "Xuan... son!" Yin Xiu was overjoyed and was about to approach when Wan'er grabbed his arm, saying, "Brother Xiu, Sister Xuan's expression is strange." "Yes, she's been affected by Teacher Wang's magic." Zhang Jiao appeared beside the altar, followed by countless Yellow Turban soldiers surging from all directions, barely surrounding them. Shang Xuan vanished from their sight in a flash. "Zhang Jiao!" Wan'er said softly, "Destroy the altar first." Upon seeing Zhang Jiao, Yin Xiu was immediately enraged. He let out a deafening roar, intimidating the enemy with its power. His right hand wielded a spear, thrusting and parrying, while his left hand wielded a long sword with all his might. Standing back-to-back with Wan'er, Yin Xiu's spear thrusts out, and several people beside him screamed in agony, blood splattering as they fell backward, crashing into many of his own soldiers. Although Wan'er's swordsmanship was inferior to his, she was still able to handle the enemies behind her with ease under his full power. Zhang Jiao sighed, "General Shang is indeed a dragon among men, what a pity!" Yin Xiu wielded his spear again, sweeping away more than ten people around him. He sneered, raised his longsword, and said calmly, "What's a pity?" As Zhang Jiao was slightly taken aback, a volley of arrows rained down from above, and all the Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding Yin Xiu and his companion fell to the ground, struck by arrows. The archers were the archers led by Shen Xian and Liang Bai. Following Yin Xiu's instructions, they had traversed mountains and valleys to ambush from a high vantage point, all for this moment. Yin Xiu raised his longsword again, and the rain of arrows stopped abruptly. Zhang Jiao calmly watched his men fall and said, "I only want to know, how did General Shang break my spell?" Yin Xiu was about to ask Wan'er beside him how to break the sorcery placed on Shang Xuan when she heard her coldly say, "Where is Wang Xuan?" Zhang Jiao and Yin Xiu were slightly taken aback. Wang Xuan, with his graying hair, emerged from the tent and said, "Girl!" "So you're the one who broke my Yellow Heaven Technique. I really misjudged you that day; I should have killed you." "Yes, if you hadn't used your disguise that day, I wouldn't have recognized you either." Yin Xiu was greatly surprised. They... had actually met before? Wan'er's expression changed, transforming once again into the woman who had completely captivated Yin Xiu. Wang Xuan and Zhang Jiao's expressions changed simultaneously, and they heard her slowly say, word by word: "This is fate. Today, Wang Xuan, you are destined to die here. Fifty years ago, you killed your junior sister, which meant you couldn't escape this calamity today." Yin Xiu stared at Wan'er's astonishing sudden change, completely dumbfounded. In fact, this had happened more than once; perhaps Yin Xiu thought it was an illusion? "Why... Wan'er, you..." Wan'er sighed softly: "Some things are better left unknown." Wang Xuan laughed loudly, "Don't think you've become a Celestial Master just because you practiced my junior sister's Longevity Technique! Celestial bodies do indeed have their variations, and humans have their own methods of prayer and exorcism. Come! Kill them!" Still dressed in white, Shang Xuan moved with lightning speed, brandishing his long sword and thrusting it straight at Yin Xiu. Wan'er had already rushed in front of him, intercepting Shang Xuan, saying, "Kill Zhang Jiao first! Break his sorcery, then let your men go up the mountain."

Yin Xiu had no time to pursue the truth. He nodded, thrusting his spear straight at Zhang Jiao.
Zhang Jiao snorted and was about to summon the wooden dummy when another spear flew from the other side. Just as Yin Xiu's spear touched him, it pierced Zhang Jiao's heart, leaving a trail of blood.
What astonishing strength!
Is it the norm that those who kill must pay with their lives? Will he be an example? Why should officials think of retiring while they are still in power? Is it to protect themselves, or to escape this calamity?
Yin Xiu looked blankly at the fallen Zhang Jiao. With the disappearance of this 'Great Teacher of Virtue,' the Yellow Turbans would become a thing of the past.
No, there was still one source of trouble.
'Wan'er's' expression shifted, and she said, 'Zhao Yun?'
Yin Xiu turned around and saw a young man of similar age stepping out from behind the tent. Their eyes met, and they exchanged a knowing glance before rushing towards Wang Xuan.
Just as Zhang Jiao's death had no effect, Wang Xuan, though forced into a desperate and disheveled state by Shang Xuan and Zhao Xuan, let out a wild laugh and retreated sharply, saying, "The rain has been plentiful, the great flood and mudslide are imminent, I'll wait and see how the Han army is submerged."
"Wan'er" snorted, pushed Shang Xuan aside, and charged after Wang Xuan with her sword drawn. Yin Xiu, seeing this, hurriedly tried to call "Wan'er" back, but she shouted, "Yin Xiu, I'll borrow your wife's mortal body for a moment. The silk scroll I placed in your bosom contains everything you want to know." Sure enough,
a flash flood raged down the mountain, carrying sand, mud, and rocks, engulfing the Han army that had surged forward. Screams and cries of agony echoed from below, but vanished in an instant.
This battle was neither a victory nor a defeat for the Han army. But the Yellow Turbans were extinguished, and the ten thousand Han soldiers surrounding the mountain were merely an insignificant number to the court.
In the Han dynasty, merit was calculated by the number of heads taken; for every enemy killed, one died for the enemy, a system known as "calculating merits and demerits."
By this standard, Yin Xiu should be credited with the greatest merit—killing Zhang Jiao and destroying their spiritual leader was equivalent to annihilating 100,000 Yellow Turbans.
But with his enemy gone, what was the value of any remaining honor?
Yin Xiu stared blankly as Wan'er leaped away. Behind him, the sound of weapons clashing rang out; Zhao Yun and Shang Xuan were locked in combat. Zhao Yun, seemingly afraid of harming his sister, only defended, not attacking. He snorted, then was struck down by Shang Xuan, his wounds compounded, unable to rise again.
For Yin Xiu, he knew he had lost. He was powerless to retrieve Wan'er, and even more powerless to break the sorcery binding his sister, Shang Xuan. Watching Shang Xuan's sword slowly approach, he felt only endless regret and pain. Should he kill her?
Yin Xiu swung his longsword, easily deflecting Shang Xuan's sword. With a swift movement, he subdued her, rendering her immobile. "
My Xuan'er, when will you wake up?"
A blush crept onto Shang Xuan's pale face. She let out a soft moan and, clinging tightly to her brother, tumbled down the cliff edge. Zhao Yun was shocked, but could only watch helplessly as the two plunged into the hundred-foot-deep water and disappeared. "
Stand up... I must stand up!
" "Damn it! Damn it!" The large pool of blood on Zhao Yun's chest indicated he was losing a lot of blood. His body could no longer support his will to save her. Finally , in a wave of dizziness, he collapsed
to the ground.
"Miss Shang, my mission is not yet complete... "
********** ... As Zhu Jun's army marched into the receding waters of the mountains, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei followed. Countless lives were lost at the foot of the mountain, but none of Yin Xiu and the others were found. All that was found was Zhang Jiao's head. Liu Bei squatted on the cliff edge where the altar stood, watching the surging river below. He slowly poured wine onto the ground and said softly, "Zhongyou, this is a toast from your brother." He was like a shooting star, fleeting and gone. Leaving behind only a moment of joy. Sometimes he wondered if this boy who had descended from the heavens was a deity who had saved the Han Dynasty from a calamity. "Has that brother surnamed Zhao woken up?" asked Yin Xiu. Soon, very soon, the world would forget him, but Liu Bei alone would not forget. Liu Bei's gaze fell on the young general lying in his tent. This Zhao Yun reminded him of Yin Xiu. The Yellow Turban Rebellion finally ended with the death of Zhang Jiao. Another story began: the long-standing struggle between the imperial relatives and eunuchs of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The signs of decline at the end of the Han Dynasty were already evident. The cycle of division and reunification was a matter of fate, destiny, and destiny; or was it simply the inherent contradictions and struggles of human nature? What about the loyal ministers? Zhu Jun offended a high-ranking official and was demoted to commoner status; Huangfu Song was stripped of his military power and sent back to his hometown; Lu Zhi was executed due to slander; Yin Xiu disappeared without a trace; and Zhang You died of overwork in Daizhou. There was also a group of unknown figures—Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Xu Shu, and others—who risked their lives to quell the Yellow Turban Rebellion within a year, their hearts filled with patriotic fervor for the Han Dynasty, yet in the end, they received no trust from the court and remained just a group of nameless soldiers. The result of these people's frustration and failure was that they acknowledged the decay of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and then seized the opportunity to rise again and rebuild their own era. Like the ebb and flow of waves, the rise and fall of tides, his life had its peaks of achievement and its utter destruction. In the end, he vanished like a wave, without a trace. Life's ups and downs are inevitable; reaching the pinnacle of one's career and then falling is an unchanging truth. Everyone in the world must think he's dead. That's fine; it saves them a lot of trouble. Is it fate? Those who should die don't, and those who shouldn't live still live. Yin Xiu skinned and butchered the wild deer he had hunted, roasting pieces over the fire. Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from his back. Here it comes... Yin Xiu sighed inwardly, abruptly stood up, and turned to throw a stone that was thrown at him. The next moment, he saw his younger sister, Shang Xuan, who had been lying quietly on the ground, spring up. Her seemingly delicate hands and feet were now attacking him with astonishing martial arts skills she had never been able to unleash before. He couldn't abandon her, couldn't keep her, and was powerless to kill her. He should have let himself and his sister drown in the river; that would have ended everything. But he still had ties. 'Snap!' With a chop to the back of her neck by Yin Xiu's palm, Shang Xuan's snow-white, smooth face and clear blue eyes rolled upwards, and she fainted in Yin Xiu's arms. At this moment, with her eyes closed, Shang Xuan looked as if she were asleep. Yin Xiu couldn't help but think of the evil Taoist priest Wang Xuan, and felt a pang of heartache. Was he and Xuan'er destined to live like this forever, or wait for Xuan'er to kill him with her own hands? Would the woman who had taken Wan'er's body really be returned intact? Would Heaven allow the two orphans to live a life of suffering? "Mmm..." Shang Xuan suddenly let out a soft moan, her beautiful eyes slowly opening, quickly finding Yin Xiu's figure in her gaze. Just as Yin Xiu thought she was about to attack again, Shang Xuan let out a soft groan and threw herself into his arms, her cheeks flushed. The thin garment could not conceal the magnificent curves of her breasts, and her soft breasts gently pressed against Yin Xiu's chest amidst her soft panting. This captivating expression on her face was something only a woman in heat would display.

Suddenly, Yin Xiu's head went blank. He had guessed that Wang Xuan's sorcery had not only controlled Shang Xuan's mind but also her body. Therefore, he deduced that Xuan'er must have already offered her body to that old sorcerer, or even to a Yellow Turban rebel outside the sorcerer's circle. Though he held Wen Yu in his arms, Yin Xiu's face turned ashen; he couldn't accept the reality before him. Even though he had foreseen this outcome...
Every decision meant sacrifice and trade-offs, and what he saw now was the bitter fruit of that choice.
"Master..." Shang Xuan uttered a sweet, soft call, her soft, alluring body swaying gently in Yin Xiu's arms. Her most seductive features—her snow-white skin and jade-like breasts—pressed softly against her brother's chest, even though he was her own brother.
Yin Xiu silently watched as the once exquisitely beautiful girl flaunted her alluring charm in his arms. He saw the intoxicatingly sweet fragrance emanating from her cherry-red lips, but he couldn't help but imagine the old scoundrel wantonly caressing her beautiful body with his wrinkled hands, his aged and despicable face entwined with her lips in a grotesque display. A nameless fire ignited within him, mixed with a strong sense of jealousy.
What was this? Besides regret, was he also jealous?
Shang Xuan's soft hand had already pulled her brother's hand inside her thin white gauze dress, letting his large hand gently massage her high, white breasts. Her once clear, watery blue eyes now burned with fiery passion as she gazed at him, her small mouth panting softly, "Doesn't Master like playing with this little slut like this?" Her dress was completely open, her breasts gleaming, and the silver bells jingled crisply with her movements.
Little slut! My most beautiful, most precious sister actually calls herself a little slut! Looking at the chain with the silver bells, Yin Xiu felt a surge of inexplicable resentment. His large hand, which had slipped inside his sister's clothes, became rough, twisting her round, beautiful breasts into various shapes. Shang Xuan trembled under his rough actions, her voice trembling as she said, "Oh...
Master... This little slut hurts a little..."
Yin Xiu was slightly taken aback, then snapped out of his daze. What was he doing? He was actually venting his hatred for Wang Xuan on the innocent Shang Xuan? He gently pulled away from her, collapsing to the ground in despair. He didn't know how long his sister's desires and demands would last. He only saw Shang Xuan spread her legs, wrapping them around his waist, her slender hands embracing his head and neck from behind, saying in a sweet voice, "Master, please eat."
Eat? The warmth and fragrance enveloped Yin Xiu, leaving him momentarily bewildered. His sister's increasingly full breasts were now prominently displayed before him, forming a perfect crescent moon curve. Two rosy nipples, seemingly glowing, drew his gaze. The fragrant scent, coupled with her soft moans, compelled Yin Xiu to open his mouth wide and gently nibble on one of her nipples.
"Oh... Ah... Master..." Shang Xuan's expression was a mixture of pain, pleasure, and satisfaction. Her hands tightly clung to her brother's head, allowing him to ravage her proud breasts with his tongue and teeth. Her soft moans and gasps escaped intermittently. At that moment, she seemed to disregard who the other was; any man could offer his body to her whims, allowing him to conquer her. Who knew how many men's semen had pierced her jade-like thighs, that virgin palace she had once displayed before her brother?
This little slut must be fantasizing that I am that old wicked man... She wasn't Xuan'er, not my own sister anymore. Once Yin Xiu accepted this fact, he simply let go of his inhibitions, pretending to be Wang Xuan, and decided to indulge in his desires!
The fantasy of his sister being violated by many men filled Yin Xiu's weary mind with immense excitement. His hands began to explore every sensitive spot on his sister's body, unleashing his twisted fantasies of many years on her beautiful body, which he had never dared to touch before. Though his eyes saw only snow-white skin, he could almost see her in the Yellow Turban camp, being teased and played with by different men, her body covered in greedy hands, her breasts deformed into various shapes under those rough hands, even the obscene image of large and small penises being thrust into her mouth and vagina:
'Oh... Master... Little slut... Mmm... It feels so good... Ah... Those hands... They feel so good digging into me.' ...Ah...Don't stop there...Harder...Ugh...It's coming again...Ahhh...Did you cum...Cum inside...You little slut...Ah...So hot...It's burning you...Ahhh...
It's splitting...Oh...Back...It's going to split...Ah...I can't take it anymore...Oh...You little slut...I'm going to die...I'm going to die...! Shang
Xuan's delicate body was pressed to the ground, her full, pink legs spread wide apart. The enormous penis violently thrusting into her vagina was none other than her own brother, Yin Xiu's. Amidst the splashing of her juices, the sounds of wetness mingled with the moans that echoed from Shang Xuan's mouth, echoing the heaving of her round, beautiful breasts.
"Scream! Scream for me!" Yin Xiu rode his sister, constantly changing positions. His astonishing stamina and strength, combined with his thrusting and turning at various angles, made Shang Xuan feel as if she were being penetrated by two people simultaneously. Mere moans were no longer enough to express the intense pleasure her brother was giving her, driving her mad. Her fingers began to desperately claw and twist at her brother's body. The contradiction between pain and pleasure caused them to lose all tenderness, replaced by fierce passion.
"Oh... Ah... Master." "...It feels so good to be penetrated, little slut... Oh... It's gone again... Ahh...!
" Shang Xuan's beautiful pink body was already dripping with fragrant juices, her skin turning a peach-red. Since birth, her body had never reached such a peak. Her slender waist, despite repeated orgasms, did not feel sore or numb. Instead, it responded even more forcefully to the penis that poured semen into her flower core time and time again. Her brother's penis, that thing seemed tireless, constantly thrusting in and out of her two little holes. Accompanying it was her brother's terrifyingly large hand, playing with her anus with different techniques when penetrating her flower hole, and making love to her semen-drenched little hole when penetrating her chrysanthemum hole.
"Oh... How... It touched there again... Oh... So good... Ah..." The beautiful girl beneath him cried out in a fiery, seductive voice. Compared to being on a battlefield with thousands, Yin Xiu had never felt so engrossed. He felt that his younger sister, Shang Xuan, was like his own paradise, giving him the most astonishing pleasure. The layers of flesh within her flower-like opening rose and fell, the walls of her vagina opening and closing like a flower garden, tightly gripping his manhood. Her vaginal fluids gathered and did not disperse; with each climax, his glans burned with intense pleasure.
Yin Xiu turned his sister's body over and whispered harshly in her reddened ear, "Little slut, there's something even more powerful." He reached down and pulled off the silver bell chain around her neck, pried open her pink labia, and inserted the bells one by one into her seemingly absorbent vagina. He had crafted the chain himself; though not as large as his manhood, it was enough to kill this little slut.
"Ah... one... ah... two." ...each... Oh... Shang Xuan felt that with each silver bell inserted, her brother's penis would penetrate her anus, stimulating her from back to front, causing her flower hole to spasm, and a stream of love fluid would seep out.
'It's coming again... Ah... Little slut... It's going to split... It's splitting...' Shang Xuan felt the chill emanating from the silver bells in her flower hole, but Yin Xiu made her lie face down on the ground, grabbing her round, pink buttocks and thrusting into her anus. This hole was just as tight as her treasure hole, but it was even tighter and more pleasurable. He panted, 'How many are inside, little slut?'
'Yes... Ugh... Fourteen... Ah... Master... Faster...' "Playing with the little slut's front... It's so itchy... Ah..." Shang Xuan pleaded in a soft voice, only to feel that large hand quickly part her jade gate, picking up her swollen clitoris and gently rubbing it. Her whole body trembled violently, she screamed, and her vaginal fluid gushed out, almost squeezing out the string of bells.
'Don't lose it, it'll be fine in a bit.' Yin Xiu chuckled softly, his hands reaching up to caress his sister's heaving breasts, squeezing her two beautiful nipples forcefully. Shang Xuan was already lost in ecstasy; the sensitivity of her nipples made her slender hands tremble, almost causing her to lose her balance. Her crotch had already been played with beyond recognition, the sticky semen flowing from the end of the chain, dripping all over the floor. The most interesting thing was the jingling
of bells caused by the pulsation of her anus. Yin Xiu watched his sister's frenzied state of complete submission to him, feeling incredibly excited. His penis thrust in and out relentlessly, causing her anus to open and close, mingling with the semen from his penis into a circle. Suddenly feeling a surge of release, he thrust repeatedly into his sister's vulnerable anus, ejaculating inside her. As she screamed wildly, he pulled the chain at its end, removing the entire string of bells!
"Ah... Master... So powerful... Ugh... Oh... Ah... Don't use that... No...
Ah... Ahhh!" Shang Xuan's anus convulsed, her flower-like opening spasmed, feeling as if her flesh walls were being scraped by round, silvery bells, bringing her to multiple orgasms. The juices inside her gushed out along with her vaginal fluids. The astonishing scene left even Yin Xiu stunned.
"Mmm... Mmm..." Shang Xuan's face flushed red, her body utterly exhausted, she collapsed to the ground. Yin Xiu turned her around to face him, pressing his body against hers. Looking at his sister's beautiful face, he breathed heavily, "You little slut... From now on, I'll fuck you every day."
A strange tenderness flickered in Shang Xuan's eyes, along with a hint of mischievousness that Yin Xiu couldn't understand. She said sweetly, "My master... my brother... what about your Wan'er?" Yin
Xiu's body trembled violently. He stared at her, bewildered, and asked, "You... are you alright?"
Shang Xuan used her slender hand to dab a tiny, slightly crimson drop of liquid at her vulva, holding it to her brother's face. She said softly, "You've ruined Xuan'er's chastity, brother. She can't marry anymore. What should we do?"
Yin Xiu pressed her hands firmly to the ground, saying, "You've been lying to me all this time?"
Shang Xuan said, "I only woke up the moment before you entered me. I only remember being captured by Wang Xuan before I woke up. After waking up... hmph... I was played with so badly by you, brother, and so... so..." At this point, her face, which had just recovered, flushed red again.
Yin Xiu stood up, his face pale. So, he was... committing incest?
Shang Xuan looked at him and said, "If I'd known this, I wouldn't have told you."
Yin Xiu's expression shifted between light and shadow. Suddenly, he raised his head and roared at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing far and wide. Finally, he regained his composure and calmly said, "From today onwards, I will no longer be called Yin Xiu, and you will no longer be called Shang Xuan."
From this moment on, the sky is new, the earth is new, and so are people.
Shang Xuan's naked body was lifted up by her brother. She was stunned and asked, "Then what should we call ourselves?"
Yin Xiu smiled and said, "Let's call ourselves Wu Guangde and Wu Haoti."
Shang Xuan asked, puzzled, "What does that mean?"
Yin Xiu shrugged and said, "I don't know either."
Shang Xuan chuckled and said, "If you don't know anything, how about we just call ourselves 'Don't Know'?"
Yin Xiu said, "Anything is fine. The most important thing now is to find Wan'er." A
sigh escaped his lips. The world is so vast, where could he possibly find them?
How they would find them is another story.

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