[After the Mount Hua Sword Tournament]

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When Huang Yaoshi descended Mount Hua, he felt no regret. Although it was the first time in his life he had lost a fight, and it was somewhat awkward, Wang Chongyang was a senior, more than twice his age, and a renowned anti-Jin hero whose martial arts were indeed superb. Losing to him wasn't shameful; the outcome of the next Mount Hua Sword Tournament would have to wait and see. Young Huang Yaoshi was proud, knowing he possessed talents and abilities others lacked; he was also arrogant. He hadn't participated in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament for the Nine Yin Manual, but simply for the seemingly mundane title of "Number One in the World," enjoying the feeling of being number one. However, he was also carefree. If he couldn't be number one, and the other was indeed stronger, it wasn't a big deal. He could go home, ponder things carefully, and meet again in twenty-five years. He could also travel and enjoy the scenery along the way—that would be fine.

Hong Qi didn't feel much regret, but he regretted participating in this ridiculous Mount Hua Sword Tournament. Those empty titles had fooled him. He'd spent four days and four nights on Mount Hua, his mouth was practically watering. The first thing he needed to do was find his junior sister and have a good meal. What was Feng Heng doing now? She was probably waiting at home in Luoyang to see him make a fool of himself! Sigh! Feng Heng was perfect in every way—beautiful like the finest flower, incredibly intelligent, could cook, could sing, and could do everything except martial arts. Why hadn't he married her yet? He dared not! She was like an angel, but that halo was blinding. Besides, she often said things he couldn't understand. Most importantly, she loved seeing him make a fool of himself. Hey, at twenty-three, Hong Qi was a very accomplished beggar. Accomplished men are often a little vain; how could he look so disheveled all the time?!

Duan Zhixing was very unconvinced. He was used to being in control, used to being better than others, and somewhat looked down on these commoners. He knew he had to practice diligently when he got back. He was still young, and his family's secret techniques wouldn't be inferior to Wang Chongyang's "Innate Skill." Besides, there were many other family secret techniques he hadn't yet mastered. "We'll see!

" Ouyang Feng was the most resentful, but he remained calm. He knew he had already mastered the martial arts of White Camel Mountain to their limit. Without new martial arts to supplement his skills, he might never surpass Wang Chongyang's level. Participating in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament from the Western Regions had made Ouyang Feng realize his shortcomings. He had become accustomed to victory; defeat was intolerable. Next time, perhaps in less than twenty-five years, he should be the best in the world. He had to work hard. The *Nine Yin Manual*

was definitely a shortcut to improvement, but he couldn't possibly defeat Wang Chongyang. They outnumbered him, and using tricks wouldn't be easy. Ouyang Feng saw another hope, a hope that could counter the "Innate Skill"—Lin Chaoying! Was being the best

in the world really that important? Was the *Nine Yin Manual* really that important? Wang Chongyang, hands behind his back, watched Zhou Botong rolling in the mud on the riverbank. Had his first half of life been too tiring? How wonderful it would be to be like Botong! He looked at Zhou Botong's slightly plump body covered in mud, his pure, joyful expression, his white, bare bottom… Why hadn't he ever married him? Lin Chaoying, dressed in a scholar's blue robe, carried her Qinggong sword and led her white dragon horse, alone. Ever since she met the thirty-six-year-old Wang Chongyang at sixteen, her heart had been stolen by him. Did he really not understand? Was he still worried about him being her father's close friend? Were those really problems? Was she not beautiful enough? Or lacking in talent? Or not brave enough? Five years had passed, and she had silently followed him to the ends of the earth. Didn't he understand her heart? Sorrow. Lin Chaoying was only twenty-one, in the prime of her life, possessing both beauty and talent, and unfathomable supernatural abilities. Nothing could bring her joy. She alone tasted the bittersweetness of unrequited love, waiting, waiting for a home, a harbor for her wandering soul. Wang Chongyang! What are you hesitating for?

Sometimes Lin Chaoying really wanted to grab Wang Chongyang by the collar and give herself to him right then and there. But Lin Chaoying was reserved, proud. Her exceptional qualities prevented her from doing such a thing. However, Lin Chaoying knew she had a quick temper, accustomed to getting what she wanted. One day she would lose control and do it, and she had no doubt about it. She needed to be careful, because that would be the moment when her relationship with Wang Chongyang would fundamentally change, or perhaps she wouldn't be able to quietly follow him to the ends of the earth anymore.

Ahead was the courtyard without a door where Feng Heng lived. That clever and mischievous girl, you were so unavoidable, yet so unapproachable. Hong Qi gritted his teeth. He couldn't afford not to see her; he'd be dead. Although it looked like a simple grove, her wall was this grove. What would happen if he went in?

Heaven knew. "Little sister! I'm back!" Hong Qi decided not to rush in. Every time he went in, he was covered in dust and dirt—how embarrassing! He was, after all, one of the Five Greats of the Beggars' Sect, the "Northern Beggar," and about to inherit the leadership. Becoming the leader at twenty-three was quite a miracle, wasn't it? It should be her, but she wasn't a member of the Beggars' Sect, even though her father was her master and an elder. "Ding-dong-dong," a zither melody played, and he seemed to see that delicate, always smiling oval face. Now she was smiling again, and he seemed to see that always searching gaze, always surprised when she saw something new. She was so beautiful when she was surprised! The zither music was an invitation, and also an expectation—an expectation that he would stumble again so he could laugh? He seemed to see the irresistible aroma of dishes wafting from the stone table outside the bamboo house. My God! Why did you jump again? To stop his left index finger from twitching, Hong Qi clenched his fist. "Be careful!" Hong Qi reminded himself. What kind of formation was this forest? It always seemed different. His footing faltered. "Oh no!" Instead of retreating, Hong Qi lunged forward. Before even landing, he knew his footing was a clear trap. Gathering his energy, he leaped through the air. Hong Qi was quite pleased; this was the result of the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, a new skill he'd gleaned from Huang Yaoshi's martial arts. The zither music was cheerful, but why was it cheerful again? Hadn't he avoided the ambush? When he was wrapped in a soft yet resilient net, Hong Qi understood. "Seventh Brother, why are you playing in the trees? Oh dear, you've ruined our trap for catching wild boars! You're really something!" A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in green, Feng Heng's maid, Ben Deng, walked out of the forest with a grin. She was just as mischievous. "Is it fun?" Hong Qi got angry when he saw the bench, and even angrier when he saw the food box in the bench's hand. The aroma was so familiar and so tempting that his stomach started growling... until his drool fell under the tree and wet a patch of grass, and the music of the piano jumped around joyfully.

As Huang Yaoshi passed by a manor, he felt a pang of hunger. This place was quite nice, with a charming patch of red willows. A group of people emerged from the manor, shoving a young man bound hand and foot. The young man was about Huang Yaoshi's age, quite tall, but thin, with a sallow complexion and scars covering his bare upper body. He still had that endearing stubbornness on his face. "What's going on?" Huang Yaoshi approached. The young man was hanging from a branch of a red willow, his head still stubbornly held high. "Chen Xuan, why don't you take a good look at yourself! You dare come to our Red Willow Manor?" A man dressed in a brocade robe different from the other manor servants pointed a riding crop at the young man. The young man's name was Chen Xuan, a nice name. Chen Xuan's gaze fell on the manor gate, a deep affection in his eyes. Then another group of people emerged from Red Willow Manor, carrying a woman. Soon, the woman was also hung up. "Ruohua, just bear with it a little longer, we'll be together soon." Chen Xuan wept. The woman struggled to lift her head, trying hard to suppress the pain. She was also covered in bruises, but she still managed a gentle smile. "You two! Beat this scoundrel!" "Don't hit him! Hit me instead!" The woman looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, slender, delicate, and quite pretty, but dark-skinned... "His Majesty is back!" The palace erupted in excitement. Liu Ying was practicing martial arts in the Imperial Garden. Actually, she didn't like practicing martial arts, but she knew Duan Zhixing loved it, so she practiced too. She never thought about how far she could go; she just wanted His Majesty to treat her well, and this trick worked. Soon, Duan Zhixing's very light footsteps approached, and then, through the moon gate, Duan Zhixing's not-so-tall but strong figure appeared, smiling. Liu Ying felt her face flush. He was looking at her body, and her body was dancing according to his will. Duan Zhixing didn't think Liu Ying's martial arts were particularly good; he just enjoyed watching her. She was tall and lithe. She used to love dancing, her waist so supple it seemed boneless. Now, practicing martial arts, her grace was enhanced with a touch of agility. It was wonderful; her beautiful limbs seemed even more vibrant during practice, making her more energetic. "That's not right. Your palm should go through here..." Duan Zhixing walked over and leaned against Liu Ying's back, his lower abdomen pressed against her firm, elastic buttocks. Perhaps due to her consistent exercise, Liu Ying's buttocks were very firm. Duan Zhixing liked the elasticity, the firmness, the smoothness without any excess fat, and he also liked the endless charm in Liu Ying's eyes when she was in his arms... Ouyang Feng fixed his gaze on Lin Chaoying. He knew Lin Chaoying was a dangerous opponent; her Qinggong Sword was dangerous, or perhaps she herself didn't know that her Qinggong Sword had the potential to counter Wang Chongyang's innate skill. Ouyang Feng was patient, following along. He needed to find a suitable opportunity to confront her head-on, which might lead to victory, but subduing Lin Chaoying was virtually impossible. Victory and subduing were completely different concepts. Victory only required skillful moves or greater internal strength, while subduing was even more difficult than killing. He couldn't alert her and had to aim for a single, decisive strike. Even if he could subdue her, getting her to reveal the secrets of her martial arts would be a challenge. Ouyang Feng looked at Lin Chaoying's back; she was so beautiful, the most beautiful and radiant woman he had ever seen. He couldn't bear to use his usual methods on her.

Slightly tempted, Ouyang Feng quickly abandoned his pity. Being the best in the world was important. Perhaps even more beautiful women awaited him. Pity was his enemy. Ouyang Feng, once the goal was set, it had to be achieved. Had he forgotten his promise to himself? She would submit. Making a woman submit was more exciting, more fulfilling, more satisfying than cherishing her. Without a sense of accomplishment, what was the meaning of life? Ouyang Feng's mind conjured up the image of his sister-in-law, drenched in sweat, writhing and pleading beneath him—a thrill, a satisfaction! "Lin Chaoying, I won't let you go!"

Lin Chaoying, lost in her own thoughts, was completely unaware of Ouyang Feng's pursuit. "Already the best in the world, already possessing the miraculous Nine Yin Manual

, there's little hope left in resisting the Jin. Wang Chongyang, what more do you want?"

Wang Chongyang stood behind Zhou Botong, carefully wiping his back. Zhou Botong loved it when his senior brother wiped his back; the wiping would eventually lead to his brother touching his buttocks. Zhou Botong enjoyed the gentle touch of his senior brother's touch, and he liked the sensation. He bent over, obediently opening his legs, revealing his buttocks. Wang Chongyang had already sensed it. He lowered his head and began licking Zhou Botong's tailbone with his lips and tongue, gently teasing it with his beard. His hands softly parted Zhou Botong's buttocks, feeling the powerful contractions of his muscles. His anus was open before him. He relaxed, enjoying the gentle caresses. "My senior brother is the best person," Zhou Botong thought, panting. "He teaches me martial arts, plays with me, and brings me this most pleasurable pleasure." Wang Chongyang's breathing quickened. He used his wet tongue to lick back and forth the folds of flesh around Zhou Botong's anus. This was Zhou Botong's cleanest spot; he didn't like bathing, but he insisted on washing his buttocks, especially after defecating. The thought of the sticky, warm poop gushing out from this loose, yet incredibly powerful little hole excited Wang Chongyang. He continued licking, probing the anus with his tongue tip, and immediately received a response. The sphincter muscles twitched and sucked, creating a strange suction. Zhou Botong's waist twisted, his penis trembled, and he groaned comfortably. Wang Chongyang reached out and grasped Zhou Botong's soft scrotum, gently caressing the testicles inside, and began to knead Zhou Botong's penis. At this moment, the penis was not erect, soft, and elastic; it would gradually warm up in his hand. Gradually, things changed, and Wang Chongyang became fascinated by these changes. He felt himself becoming erect and was ready to explore pleasure. So he smeared as much saliva as possible inside, lubricating his anus and rectum until they were smooth. His tongue felt numb and slightly bitter as it was gripped by the powerful sphincter muscles. Everything was incredibly tempting… Amidst Zhou Botong’s joyful howl, Wang Chongyang was satisfied. He ejaculated with pleasure, not leaving Zhou Botong. Wang Chongyang convulsed, experiencing the massage of the sphincter muscles on his penis, feeling the surging pleasure of the hot fluid, and the shivering and exhaustion after every drop was gone… “Did you lose again?” Guided by the bench, Hong Qi finally arrived at the door of the bamboo house. Just as he had hoped, the fragrant dishes were waiting for him there. The humiliation he had just suffered vanished into thin air. Feng Heng’s voice came from inside the bamboo house, chuckling. Hong Qi was used to it and willing to make Feng Heng happy, even pretending to be unlucky to cheer her up. He didn't need to pretend most of the time, but as his martial arts skills improved and his experience grew, his once dull mind seemed to have clicked. Hong Qi knew that after the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he would only be able to use pretense to please Feng Heng, but he was willing, truly willing. "There are plenty of heroes in the world. I never wanted to be the best. Losing is losing, little sister, I'm going to eat now," Feng Heng smiled and coughed. Hong Qi felt a pang of heartache. This was when she was four years old; he had taken her to bathe in the river, and she had choked on the saliva, a condition that had never healed, and she had never gained weight. "Then where are you going?" "I…" Hong Qi didn't answer, diligently stuffing the delicious food into his mouth. "Did you find it?" Hong Qi was stunned. She was so smart; she knew what others were going to do. She obviously knew that he was participating in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament to find her the most outstanding doctor in the world, because the most capable people would all appear at Mount Hua. "I guess I found it." Hong Qi reached into her bosom and pulled out a bundle wrapped in layers from the innermost pocket of her undergarment. She unfolded it and took out a fragrant green pill. "This Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill is a good thing." "Why did they do this?" Huang Yaoshi sat down, looking at Chen Xuan and the woman named Ruohua kneeling at his feet. Although she was young, her attire clearly indicated that she was a woman. He had originally only intended to watch the show, but the sincerity of the two women's willingness to die together touched Huang Yaoshi's heart. He was ruthless in killing and almost greedy for rare treasures, but he also cherished true feelings. It's a very cliché story: Chen Xuan and Mei Ruohua were childhood sweethearts, already engaged. Although both families lived in poverty, they both hoped for their happiness. Chen Xuan went to work in another city to make a living. While Mei Ruohua was at the market, she caught the eye of Qiu Hu, the owner of Hongliu Manor. Qiu Hu forced, threatened, and bribed her into becoming a concubine at Hongliu Manor. Chen Xuan rushed back to fight Qiu Hu. It's simple, and it always happens here and there. Huang Yaoshi took out some silver and gave it to the poor young couple. He wasn't going to get involved anymore; their pitiful state was due to their lack of ability. Such things happened all the time.

"Let me see how much you've improved?" Duan Zhixing pulled Liu Ying into the west wing of her residence. The maidservants serving nearby tactfully withdrew. Duan Zhixing sat on the bed, then lay down, gazing at Liu Ying's beautiful face as she knelt before him, removing his boots. Liu Ying's eyelids were lowered, the trembling of her eyelashes giving her a radiant glow. Her movements were gentle and tender, even the kneading of her ankles was perfectly executed. Duan Zhixing was very satisfied, and also felt a surge of desire. Liu Ying looked at the foot displayed before her. It had a sour, foul smell, but she was used to it. Even the emperor's dry feet must be a delicacy to a concubine. There was long, dark hair on the big toe and the instep, not much, but it was still quite thick. She was used to that too; hairy men were considered strong. Now, Liu Ying was starting to like Duan Zhixing's dark hair. She glanced shyly at the middle of his trousers, where it was even thicker and more intimidating. It was already erect. Duan Zhixing wasn't tall, not even considered tall for a southerner, but… Liu Ying lowered her head, her heart racing with longing. She had gone from an innocent young girl to someone who craved a man's body in such a short time. It wouldn't be long. Liu Ying felt her face burning, not from shyness, but from anticipation of the impending torment. This anticipation made her whole body itch. She gently massaged the soles of the feet in front of her, feeling their movement, and sucked on the toes. This was Duan Zhixing's favorite way, his aphrodisiac. She no longer felt dirty or disliked the taste; the sweat was acidic, and there was the saliva and the dirt wiped off by sucking... Duan Zhixing hummed comfortably, enjoying it immensely. For this reason, Duan Zhixing insisted on not bathing. He had returned from the dry north covered in mud, and he wanted the concubines to clean him with their mouths. He was very proud of his idea... He really hadn't bathed! He wanted to clean him himself. The taste in his mouth was strange, and so was his mood. Liu Ying pulled down Duan Zhixing's pants. His legs were covered in thick, dark hair, forming a peak below his abdomen. The hair there was long, thick, and shiny, exuding a strong, lingering masculine scent, surrounding Duan Zhixing's proud member. Standing there, imposing and majestic, the foreskin slightly parted, revealing a corner of the bright red glans. His scrotum was still wrinkled like an old man's face, but it would soon become smooth and shiny like a child's face. Liu Ying was patient, knowing that ignoring anything was wrong. First, she gently grasped it, then pressed her lips to it, tightening them to hold the glans. Using only the strength of her lips, she gently peeled back the greasy foreskin, allowing the burning glans to enter her mouth. She tilted it slightly to the side, so the glans was against her. Otherwise, when men are in aroused, they forcefully thrust in, disregarding the woman's feelings, even resorting to pulling her hair to force it in—the feeling of having it pushed right down her throat is unpleasant. Then, she teased the glans with her delicate tongue, focusing on the most sensitive spot at the urethral opening. However, she couldn't be too unrestrained, or the consequences of premature ejaculation would be dire. The taste of semen wasn't particularly remarkable, just a bit fishy and sticky, but generally acceptable. The real problem was that offending the man's power would be disastrous. Men all hoped to last a long time, but in reality, lasting a long time didn't make much difference. Eventually, it would become a dull and tedious act, a mere physical exertion. As long as they could reach orgasm, that was enough. Men never understood this, thinking that lasting a long time was a symbol of prowess and could satisfy their vanity. They didn't realize that women experienced the same intense stimulation when they saw a man ejaculating on them. Liu Ying gently and meticulously combed Duan Zhixing's restless penis, stroking his body. The mud balls rubbing off his skin were a bit of a downer, but Duan Zhixing was groaning comfortably, so Liu Ying couldn't stop. While rubbing off the mud, she playfully played with Duan Zhixing's thick hair, sometimes even pulling out the fine hairs while rubbing off the mud, causing Duan Zhixing to howl. This trick couldn't be too frequent; pain could quell the swelling passion, but men usually hate pain, and they would get angry over it, and that violence was frightening. He was excited and sweating, so there were even more mud balls. Liu Ying suddenly didn't hate the dirt anymore; she found it exciting. Were men made of mud? But her cheeks, which she'd been trying so hard to keep warm, were now a little sore… Duan Zhixing laid Liu Ying down on the bed. She was completely naked, her fair skin smooth and radiant. She was thin, almost bony, with small breasts, like an immature young girl. Her nipples were even more delicate, with almost no areolas, clean and fragile. Duan Zhixing liked this; the feeling of ravaging her was stronger. To ravage the weak to show his own power—perhaps everyone has this impulse. Duan Zhixing loved watching Liu Ying writhe and moan. Liu Ying's body was very soft, almost easily molded into any desired shape. Duan Zhixing liked to push Liu Ying to her limits. He spread her legs to a terrifying degree, and seeing Liu Ying's face flushed red, with an expression of painful resistance, Duan Zhixing became even more excited. Her fully extended vulva tightened, blooming. With the restless twisting of her thigh muscles, her vulva seemed full of life. How wonderful! Liu Ying's mons pubis was like a young girl's, with sparse pubic hair that didn't spread. Her entire vulva was smooth and delicate, evoking a sense of tenderness. Unlike the pinkish-white of her thighs, it had darkened, and the labia majora were even darker. When they opened, they revealed the tender, fleshy red clitoris inside, wriggling—a source of pleasure. Duan Zhixing no longer hesitated. The journey to orgasm was about to begin. He pushed his penis up; it was slippery. It slid open on the first try, gliding over the entire cleft. Liu Ying's body trembled uneasily. Watching his glans enter that tender flesh was even more exhilarating than the pleasure it brought. He thrust it in. Oh! So pleasurable! Now all that was left was to feel. He had to pay attention to every expression on Liu Ying's face, to touch the most vulnerable nerve endings, and fully savor the pleasure. Her orgasm was just around the corner. Don't rush, you have plenty of strength… She was so good!

Night fell, and Lin Chaoying entered a dilapidated temple. Perhaps it was time to rest. Ouyang Feng was pleased. He climbed a large tree next to the dilapidated temple, from which he could see the situation inside. Ouyang Feng was satisfied. She was starting a fire. She had taken off her Qinggong sword. She sat by the fire, drew the sword, placed it on her lap, and strummed the gleaming Qinggong sword with her fingers, playing a very mournful tune. Was she grieving? Ouyang Feng felt a pang of sympathy for her. Patience was key. There was still a long time before she fell asleep. What if she did?

A rustling sound woke Lin Chaoying. The sound was a terrifying sound from the darkness. She was surrounded by snakes, not just surrounded, but completely covered. Looking at the writhing, foul-smelling lines in the firelight, their cold eyes entwined around her legs, creating a chilling, tingling sensation. Lin Chaoying broke out in a cold sweat. Where did all these snakes come from? His heart ached, his vision blurred, and he teetered on the brink of collapse. Fear gripped him; martial arts prowess didn't equate to a girl's fearlessness of snakes, and chivalry didn't mean Lin Chaoying wasn't a healthy girl. He wanted to cry, so he cried. Crying might alleviate some of his fear and nausea, and he could even scream… Ouyang Feng suddenly felt himself trembling with excitement. Seeing such a high and mighty, almost ethereal girl so vulnerable filled him with a strange pleasure, driving him to madness, to the point of insanity.

Even unconscious, Lin Chaoying maintained her composure. In that moment, the valiant swordswoman was gone; she was a gentle, elegant sleeping beauty, though her face was pale from the shock. Ouyang Feng didn't care about the snakes; he had summoned them. He liked snakes, their composure and precision.

Amidst the slithering of the snakes, Ouyang Feng approached Lin Chaoying, removing the Qinggong Sword and placing it far away. He untangled the snakes coiled around her and gazed intently at her face. In the moonlight, she seemed pure, untouched by any dust. Her eyebrows were beautiful—thick, black, and long, not curved, but slanted towards her temples—the source of her heroic spirit. Indeed, she was always that kind of spirited girl, radiating a dazzling, almost blinding aura from her skin. But now, however, she exuded a serene, relaxed, submissive, and domineering presence. Ouyang Feng felt a wonderful feeling, an extraordinary feeling. He wanted to conquer her, to make her his woman! Ouyang Feng gently removed Lin Chaoying's handkerchief. Her soft, flowing hair cascaded down, releasing a delicate fragrance. He gently brushed it aside; her forehead was full, her nose straight and delicate, the nostrils slightly flared as if she were asleep. Her lips, always proudly pursed, were now relaxed, moist and alluring, stirring a desire to kiss her. Ouyang Feng struggled to control himself, gently stroking her soft, rosy lips with his fingers. How wonderful, how warm and tender! Her chin was so supple, her neck slender and elegant, her skin translucent and radiant. In the moonlight, the bright sheen and mysterious shadows intertwined, creating a strange and alluring effect. Ouyang Feng felt himself increasingly unable to control himself. She was so charming, so beautiful. How soft and warm were her full breasts? What kind of pleasure would those long legs bring? You can't let your desires control you; you have important things to do! Ouyang Feng reminded himself, trying to calm himself down. He needed to subdue her now, and even if she woke up, he wanted to make sure she was completely powerless to resist.

"Is this called 'Nine-Flower Jade Dew Pill'?" Hong Qi heard Feng Heng's voice sound a little strange. His stomach was full, his cravings were satisfied, and it was time to chat. Why wasn't she coming out? But Hong Qi didn't care much; Feng Heng was always like this. "It's from a friend. His name is Pharmacist. This pill is quite good; it makes you feel very comfortable." "Are you two close?" "We just met. We were all fighting at the summit of Mount Hua, and after a fierce battle, he gave each of us two pills. I thought it was good, so I brought one back for you." "Then he must be a very charismatic person, right? Even a pill has such a nice name." "A pretty boy, a bit educated, doesn't like to talk, always has his eyes on the top of his head, makes you feel suffocated. His martial arts are not bad; he's someone to be reckoned with." Feng Heng fell silent and played a very different tune. Hong Qi was stunned. Although he had watched her grow up, she now seemed increasingly distant. Was she drifting further and further away from him?

Huang Yaoshi was furious. He couldn't tolerate offenses, whether direct or indirect! "You, you, who are you?" Qiu Hu stared in despair at the handsome young man shrouded in a chilling aura of killing intent. Life was slowly slipping away from his body. Red Willow Manor was destroyed. Huang Yaoshi ignored Qiu Hu and turned his attention to the dying Mei Ruohua. What kind of torture had she endured? Her body was a pitiful sight. "Quickly save Xuan-ge!" Mei Ruohua knew she was dying and hoped Chen Xuan could live. He had been beaten until his skin was torn and bleeding, slowly dying in the cesspool in the backyard. This happened after Huang Yaoshi left. The Chen and Mei families vanished. If Huang Yaoshi hadn't stayed so long, Chen Xuan and Mei Ruohua would have also left their beloved world in humiliation. "Don't worry, you will all live well." Huang Yaoshi tried his best to comfort Mei Ruohua with his gentlest words, noticing that Mei Ruohua's gaze had hardened.

When Lin Chaoying woke up, she felt that her limbs were numb. She could move them, but very slightly; even moving her little finger seemed to require a lot of effort. The slippery feeling on her body was gone, as if she had left the snake swarm. Her calves and shoulders were still burning with pain, probably from the paralysis caused by the snake venom. Lin Chaoying opened her eyes and saw a man squatting beside her, a very handsome man, very fair-skinned and burly, with a face like the purest Red Boy, but his eyes were dark. He was dangerous; he was Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison! What was he doing here? Seeing Lin Chaoying awaken, Ouyang Feng noticed her eyes were only momentarily dazed before focusing on his face. She had recovered, even though her body probably couldn't, she had instantly returned to the aloof, chivalrous Lin Chaoying. The inherent qualities of a person are captivating, unchangeable, and Ouyang Feng felt his tender infatuation rekindle. "The Mount Hua Sword Tournament is over, Ouyang Feng, are you still thinking about the Nine Yin Manual?" Even her mind had recovered quickly, but she was wrong. "I'm thinking about you," Ouyang Feng gazed at Lin Chaoying, who was probing his thoughts, and smiled slightly. "So, you're going to use me to coerce Wang Chongyang? Let me tell you, I have no relation to Wang Chongyang." Ouyang Feng didn't answer. "What do you want?" Lin Chaoying sensed a burning passion in his seemingly calm gaze, which made her flustered, and she instinctively shrank back. "In your eyes, am I really that bad?" "You haven't done anything really bad, but I know you will." "Why?" "Because you're the kind of person who will stop at nothing to achieve your goals." "Is that so?" "Your eyes tell me you're always struggling with desire, wanting more of what you've gained." "I see!" Ouyang Feng was surprised that Lin Chaoying knew him after only two meetings. This excited him, but also saddened him. He had indeed considered taking her back to White Camel Mountain to stay with her forever, but that seemed impossible. A cold feeling rose in his heart. So, destroy her. Death was simple. He would take away her pride, her purity, her dignity, and make her wish she were dead. "What are you going to do to me?" Lin Chaoying was suddenly startled by Ouyang Feng's gaze. All sorts of bad thoughts raced through her mind. She shouldn't have provoked him. "I want your martial arts secrets, your 'Pure Heart Sword Technique,' your 'Primordial Qi Gong.'" "So you're going to deal with Wang Chongyang?" "You're so smart, there's nothing you don't know." "Dream on!" "You know me so well, you should know the consequences of disobeying." Lin Chaoying bit her lip, closed her eyes, Wang Chongyang, do you know, now I'm going to give up everything for you.

Ouyang Feng looked at the stubborn Lin Chaoying, reached out and held her chin, feeling her soft, tender skin, the pulse of blood flowing through her, the trembling brought on by tension, "If you don't talk, I'll strip you naked." "Beast!" "Are you expecting a man to strip you naked? You're twenty-one, mature, it's time to think about men..." Seeing Lin Chaoying tremble, Ouyang Feng was very satisfied, his whole body trembling with excitement, now he hoped she would continue to resist, so that he would have a reason for pleasure. "...A girl's chastity is more important than the martial arts you already know. Actually, it's not that important. Women are only happy when they're with men. Chastity is just for attracting men." "Don't touch me with your filthy hands! You, you're disgusting!" Lin Chaoying was truly terrified, more terrified than being surrounded by snakes. Her body had never been touched by a man before, and now someone was touching her. "See, I'm very perceptive. Do you know how familiar I am with a woman's body? Do you know that I actually want you? Do you want to know what it's like to be with me?" Ouyang Feng trembled violently, stimulated by Lin Chaoying's panic. He began to touch Lin Chaoying's neck, using his fingers to lift her collar, reaching inside to touch her smooth collarbone, delicate shoulders, the warmth of her body, the smoothness of her skin, wishing this process could continue forever. When the filthy hand slid into her collar, Lin Chaoying screamed with all her might. This was a normal reaction for a girl being violated, but she quickly calmed down. Now, she could only endure. She didn't shout or cry, just calmly watched the increasingly excited Ouyang Feng. Ouyang Feng felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the bone. His erect penis, once erect, lost its luster and instead became enraged. His manly dignity had been challenged, and that was unacceptable! He reached inside, through her underwear, and grasped her soft, full breasts, twisting them forcefully. He saw Lin Chaoying's face turn bright red, her lips twitching incessantly. She was resisting; she was in pain! Ouyang Feng chuckled, released his grip, and then gently kneaded them. So tender! That elasticity and softness formed Lin Chaoying's essence—healthy, vibrant, beautiful, and stubborn. The soft, tender texture in his hands was a treasure, a rare gem. Ouyang Feng felt a surge of urgency and abruptly tore open Lin Chaoying's clothes, pulling them apart. Her snow-white skin was almost dazzling, trembling slightly. A fine Shu brocade bodice still covered her heaving breasts, intricately embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks nestled together. Her chest rose and fell—perhaps from anger? Ouyang Feng, panting heavily, looked into Lin Chaoying's teary phoenix eyes, which held anger, grievance, humiliation, and defiance. She bit her lip tightly, but her cheeks twitched. This playful sight was very stimulating, and Ouyang Feng felt his penis become erect again.

"Speak, or else..." The rest is self-explanatory. "You're despicable!" "I'm not only despicable, I'm cruel!" Ouyang Feng patiently unbuttoned the beautiful bodice, revealing two jade-like breasts, their beauty boundless and captivating. He tried his best to suppress his pounding heart, which was about to burst forth. Ouyang Feng's gaze was fixed on the heaving breasts, drawn to the two alluring amber nipples. Her snow-white skin flushed red from the earlier grasping, her delicate

body... He bit down on her left breast, grabbed her right, and kneaded it vigorously. With his remaining hands, he eagerly pulled down Lin Chaoying's pants; her struggles were an aphrodisiac. Lin Chaoying's struggles were too weak, almost an echo, which only drove Ouyang Feng even crazier... "You're not human!" Faced with the violation and powerless to resist, her virgin body trembled in madness. Lin Chaoying could no longer contain her panic, her anxieties and shame, and the unprecedented grievances. She cried, mainly wanting to submit. It was a humiliating sense of defeat. She had always been proud, and this sense of defeat was unbearable. Panic and fear weren't so bothersome. Lin Chaoying didn't want to betray herself, didn't want to betray Wang Chongyang, but she was about to collapse. Who would save her?! She tried her best to stay calm, but her hope was dwindling. Her pants had been pulled down to her knees, completely exposed to Ouyang Feng's grasp. His hands so ruthlessly pried open her delicate virgin labia, so brutally ravaging her tender parts. Her whole body was in chaos; she forgot to submit, only trembling and screaming desperately remained… Ouyang Feng calmed down a bit, a little smug. Even Lin Chaoying, faced with losing her virginity, reacted no differently than any other young girl: panic, fear, and helplessness.

Ouyang Feng stopped all movement, panting as he looked at the panicked Lin Chaoying. "Have you thought it through? Otherwise, it'll be too late to undo it." "You're a devil!" Lin Chaoying felt extremely angry. That strange feeling was spreading through her body, which was still moving forward due to inertia. Her body, deprived of tender caresses, suddenly felt an utter emptiness. This cessation was more painful than continuing the violation; it was a deep-seated torment. She desperately wanted to be forced to finish this, both to fulfill her unyielding desire and to at least have some closure, even if it meant death. It's not a big deal if it falls off. Besides, she could clearly feel her body changing. When she accepted the man's coercion, she experienced the urges she had countless times in her dreams. Her body was burning hot, her breasts were swelling from the vigorous rubbing, and there was that strange tingling, that soaring itch, and the increasingly intense tingling in her lower body. She was constantly leaking something, waiting for something amidst humiliation. Although the humiliation and grievance were even more intense, she couldn't hide that expectation, couldn't deceive herself. Her body was telling her that, even though this expectation made her almost wish she could die immediately. Lin Chaoying looked at Ouyang Feng, swallowing hard, her saliva dry. Ouyang Feng nodded, reached out, and took off his clothes in front of Lin Chaoying's gaze. Lin Chaoying immediately closed her eyes; it was the first time she had ever seen a man's body… Ouyang Feng was patient. Although he was also burning with desire, he was, after all, a seasoned veteran. He wasn't in a hurry to vent his lust; he wanted to savor everything about a virgin losing her virginity. He pulled down Lin Chaoying's pants, spread her legs as wide as possible. Her legs were white, shapely, rounded, and strong, with excellent flexibility, allowing for a very wide spread. Her calves were slender and agile, her feet soft and exquisite. Ouyang Feng simply put his favorite toes in his mouth and gently bit them. Her body began to writhe, her feet covered in… Her pubic area, covered in soft, glossy pubic hair, was fully open. The vulva of a virgin, untouched by human touch, was delicate, pure, and free of pigmentation. It was as lovely as jade. Her tender labia majora, after receiving delicate caresses, opened, the clitoris trembled, and the blooming petals writhed, like a small mouth beckoning. The fully moistened vaginal opening was slightly parted, revealing a tiny hole. From the condition of her pubic hair and vagina, Ouyang Feng knew that Lin Chaoying was actually a girl with a very strong sex drive. He wanted her to struggle in the ignited physical response, which would be even more stimulating. Therefore, he couldn't rush into penetration. He should wait. Ouyang Feng rubbed his proudly large penis back and forth against her vulva, occasionally pressing the glans against the vaginal opening as if to insert it, then pulling away to rub against her engorged clitoris, experiencing the strange thrill he had created… This useless body, while being humiliated, was becoming increasingly demanding. Lin Chaoying felt she was about to collapse. She regretted her weakness, but cried uncontrollably. Every time the moment approached, she would involuntarily convulse, unable to distinguish between fear and anticipation. He knew a woman's body too well, understood her needs too well, was too torturous, and too patient. Lin Chao… Ying was now blank, only her body was in control. Pleasure began to take over, and all the bad emotions were disappearing in the tingling and numbness. She no longer felt humiliated and bewildered... The moment came. The thick glans squeezed into the vaginal opening, spreading it open and grinding directly against the last layer of membrane that was protecting her. The resistance was weak, and now it depended on his determination. The tingling sensation was also a wonderful part, along with the tension and palpitations. Lin Chaoying suddenly relaxed. From girl to woman, this was it. But she didn't think much about it. She just felt very tired and wanted to relax. She wanted him to break through that membrane. What would it be like then? Would it hurt? Or would it be more direct pleasure? What are you doing?! Lin Chaoying wanted to shout. Don't delay the answer for too long! ... Ouyang Feng ground her little by little. The glans was itchy. That comfort was pleasurable. Enjoying this pleasure, and the changes in Lin Chaoying's tension and relaxation, how wonderful! Suddenly, he reached out and pinched Lin Chaoying's inner thigh hard. Her body, caught off guard, jerked. She broke through! Lin Chaoying's scream shattered the silence of the night, attracting the curiosity of the snakes... The pain was much milder than the legends, but she was still bleeding. She could clearly feel herself bleeding, though not heavily. The bleeding brought a slight coolness to her swollen and uncomfortable body, but the subsequent thrusts gradually produced increasingly intense pleasure. Pain was just an occasional spice. Each insertion produced an irresistible soreness and pain because it was a place that had never been touched before, being stretched open, broken through, and rubbed until it ached, going deeper and deeper, until it reached the place that made something inside her twitch. Then the sensations inside and outside mingled. He continued to enter, filled with fear. Would he be pierced through like this? Would his terrible thing come out of her throat? It's possible, because his throat was definitely throbbing; he must have stabbed his heart, because his heartbeat was completely out of control, even more so than when he was in a state of demonic possession. His body was completely out of his control, trembling violently—had all his hair fallen out? It felt like it! But all of this was indescribably pleasurable, an unprecedented stimulation, a wave of panic, finally reaching a peak where his mind was completely hazy. He was now utterly confused, completely out of control. "How was it?" Ouyang Feng panted. His internal energy was profound, and he recovered quickly from the fatigue of ejaculation. He didn't want to leave Lin Chaoying's body. He hadn't experienced such pleasure from a woman's body recently. The feeling of being gripped tightly by her winding vagina was wonderful. The muscles at the entrance of her vagina were strong, as if they wanted to cut off his penis. That writhing was the source of orgasm, the essence of pleasure, and the strong suction from the cervix—a good woman, a wondrous woman!

Lin Chaoying lay on her side, ignoring Ouyang Feng's continued teasing. The afterglow of her orgasm still lingered, though her mind was beginning to clear. Lin Chaoying's heart was in turmoil. After the intense climax, her physical vitality had recovered considerably, but her internal energy remained completely gone—the most terrifying thing for a diligently trained expert… "Did you achieve your goal?" Lin Chaoying pulled away from Ouyang Feng's caresses, seeing the swarm of snakes in the distance. A wave of tension washed over her, but she tried her best to calm herself. She curled up, hugging her knees, using Ouyang Feng's clothes to cushion her bottom—it was still a bit chilly. Her opinion of Ouyang Feng had changed somewhat; mainly because she hadn't expected him to be such a pleasurable man. The fundamentals hadn't changed, nor could they. Ouyang Feng simply lay down, pursed his lips, and gave a soft whistle. Several snakes slid onto his body, moving nimbly. "Want to try? It's a very good massage." Lin Chaoying felt a chill run down her spine, nauseous. She had merged with this snake-man! "Fine, then don't try. Have you thought it through? I'll treat you like this from now on." It was indeed a tempting offer. Lin Chaoying knew she was truly addicted to this pleasure, but Wang Chongyang was the one she was supposed to get pleasure from. Lin Chaoying wasn't used to being fickle; she had been raped, and her heart was still with Wang Chongyang. Fear prevented her from yielding. Could temptation really make her give in? Couldn't she have principles? His arrogance had been replaced by rage; his manhood had been challenged, and that was unacceptable! His hand reached inside, through her bra, and grabbed her soft, full breasts, twisting them violently. Lin Chaoying's face flushed red, her lips twitching uncontrollably. She was resisting; she was in pain! Ouyang Feng chuckled, released his grip, and then gently kneaded her skin. So tender! The elasticity and softness were Lin Chaoying's essence—healthy, vibrant, beautiful, and stubborn. The delicate texture in his hands was a treasure, a rare gem. Ouyang Feng felt a surge of urgency and abruptly tore open Lin Chaoying's clothes, pulling them apart. Her snow-white skin was almost dazzling, trembling slightly. A fine Shu brocade bodice concealed her heaving breasts, intricately embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks nestled together. Her chest rose and fell—perhaps from anger? Ouyang Feng breathed heavily, looking into Lin Chaoying's teary phoenix eyes. There was no anger, only grievance, humiliation, or defiance. She bit her lip tightly, but her cheeks twitched. This playful act was incredibly arousing; Ouyang Feng felt his penis harden again. "Speak, or else..." The rest was unnecessary; the implication was clear. "You're despicable!" "I'm not only despicable, I'm cruel!" Ouyang Feng patiently unbuttoned the beautiful bodice, revealing two jade-like breasts, their beauty boundless and captivating. He tried his best to suppress his pounding heart, which was about to burst forth. Ouyang Feng's gaze couldn't leave the heaving breasts, drawn to the two alluring amber nipples. The snow-white skin was flushed from the earlier grasp, making the delicate nipples even more vibrant, undulating with each breath, their alluring glow captivating. And then there was the rounded belly, the alluring navel... He couldn't resist any longer. Ouyang Feng climbed onto Lin Chaoying's body, biting down on her left breast, grabbing her right, and kneading it vigorously... With his empty hands, he eagerly pulled down Lin Chaoying's pants. Her struggles were like an aphrodisiac; Lin Chaoying's struggles were too weak, almost like responses. Ouyang Feng went even crazier… “You’re not human!” Faced with the violation and powerless to resist, the virgin’s body trembled wildly. Lin Chaoying could no longer contain her panic, her anxieties, her shame, and her unprecedented grievances. She cried, mainly wanting to submit. It was a humiliating sense of defeat. She had always been proud, and this sense of defeat was unbearable. Panic and fear weren’t so bothersome. Lin Chaoying didn’t want to betray herself, didn’t want to betray Wang Chongyang, but she was about to collapse. Who would save her?! She tried her best to stay calm, but her hope was dwindling. Her pants had been pulled down to her knees, completely exposed to Ouyang Feng's grasp. His hands so ruthlessly pried open her delicate virgin labia, so brutally ravaging her tender parts. Her whole body was in chaos; she forgot to submit, only trembling and screaming desperately remained… Ouyang Feng calmed down a bit, a little smug. Even Lin Chaoying, faced with losing her virginity, reacted no differently than any other young girl: panic, fear, and helplessness. Ouyang Feng stopped all movement, panting as he looked at the panicked Lin Chaoying. "Have you thought it through? Otherwise, it'll be too late to undo it." "You're a devil!" Lin Chaoying felt extremely angry. That strange feeling was spreading through her body, which was still moving forward due to inertia. Her body, deprived of tender caresses, suddenly felt an utter emptiness. This cessation was more painful than continuing the violation; it was a deep-seated torment. She desperately wanted to be forced to finish this, both to fulfill her unyielding desire and to at least have some closure, even if it meant death. It's not a big deal if it falls off. Besides, I can clearly feel my body changing. When I accept the man's coercion, I experience the urges I've had countless times in my dreams. My body is burning up, my breasts are swelling as they are being vigorously rubbed, that strange tingling and numbness, that soaring itch, and the increasingly intense tingling in my lower body. I'm constantly leaking something, waiting for something amidst humiliation. Although the humiliation and grievance are even more intense, I can't hide that expectation, I can't deceive myself. That's what my body is saying, even though this expectation makes me almost wish I could die right now. Lin Chaoying looked at Ouyang Feng, swallowing hard, her saliva dry. Ouyang Feng nodded, reached out, and took off his clothes in front of Lin Chaoying's gaze. Lin Chaoying immediately closed her eyes; it was the first time she had ever seen a man's body… Ouyang Feng was patient. Although he was also burning with desire, he was, after all, a seasoned veteran. He wasn't in a hurry to vent his lust; he wanted to savor everything about a virgin losing her virginity. He pulled down Lin Chaoying's pants, spread her legs as wide as possible. Her legs were white, shapely, rounded, and strong, with excellent flexibility, allowing for a very wide spread. Her calves were slender and agile, her feet soft and exquisite. Ouyang Feng simply put his favorite toes in his mouth and gently bit them. Her body began to writhe, her feet covered in… Her pubic area, covered in soft, glossy pubic hair, was fully open. The vulva of a virgin, untouched by human touch, was delicate, pure, and free of pigmentation. It was as lovely as jade. Her tender labia majora, after receiving delicate caresses, opened, the clitoris trembled, and the blooming petals writhed, like a small mouth beckoning. The fully moistened vaginal opening was slightly parted, revealing a tiny hole. From the condition of her pubic hair and vagina, Ouyang Feng knew that Lin Chaoying was actually a girl with a very strong sex drive. He wanted her to struggle in the ignited physical response, which would be even more stimulating. Therefore, he couldn't rush into penetration. He should wait. Ouyang Feng rubbed his proudly large penis back and forth against her vulva, occasionally pressing the glans against the vaginal opening as if to insert it, then pulling away to rub against her engorged clitoris, experiencing the strange thrill he had created… This useless body, while being humiliated, was becoming increasingly demanding. Lin Chaoying felt she was about to collapse. She regretted her weakness, but cried uncontrollably. Every time the moment approached, she would involuntarily convulse, unable to distinguish between fear and anticipation. He knew a woman's body too well, understood her needs too well, was too torturous, and too patient. Lin Chao… Ying was now blank, only her body was in control. Pleasure began to take over, and all the bad emotions were disappearing in the tingling and numbness. She no longer felt humiliated and bewildered... The moment came. The thick glans squeezed into the vaginal opening, spreading it open and grinding directly against the last layer of membrane that was protecting her. The resistance was weak, and now it depended on his determination. The tingling sensation was also a wonderful part, along with the tension and palpitations. Lin Chaoying suddenly relaxed. From girl to woman, this was it. But she didn't think much about it. She just felt very tired and wanted to relax. She wanted him to break through that membrane. What would it be like then? Would it hurt? Or would it be more direct pleasure? What are you doing?! Lin Chaoying wanted to shout. Don't delay the answer for too long! ... Ouyang Feng ground her little by little. The glans was itchy. That comfort was pleasurable. Enjoying this pleasure, and the changes in Lin Chaoying's tension and relaxation, how wonderful! Suddenly, he reached out and pinched Lin Chaoying's inner thigh hard. Her body, caught off guard, jerked. She broke through! Lin Chaoying's scream shattered the silence of the night, attracting the curiosity of the snakes... The pain was much milder than the legends, but she was still bleeding. She could clearly feel herself bleeding, though not heavily. The bleeding brought a slight coolness to her swollen and uncomfortable body, but the subsequent impacts gradually produced increasingly intense pleasure. Pain was just an occasional spice. Each insertion produced an irresistible soreness and pain because it was a place that had never been touched before. It was being stretched open, broken through, and rubbed until it ached, going deeper and deeper until it reached the place that made something inside her twitch. Then the sensations inside and outside mingled. He continued to enter, filled with fear. Would he be pierced through like this?

Would that horrible thing of his pierce his throat? It was possible, because his throat was indeed throbbing violently. He must have stabbed his heart; his heartbeat was completely out of control, a feeling he'd never experienced even when he was in a state of demonic possession. And his body was completely out of his control, trembling violently—had all his hair fallen out? It felt like it! But all of this was indescribably pleasurable, an unprecedented stimulation, a wave of panic, finally reaching a peak where his mind was completely hazy. He was utterly confused now, completely out of control. "How was it?" Ouyang Feng panted. His internal energy was profound, and the fatigue from ejaculation recovered quickly. He didn't want to leave Lin Chaoying's body. He hadn't experienced such pleasure from a woman's body recently. The feeling of being gripped tightly by her winding vagina was wonderful. The muscles at the entrance of her vagina were powerful, as if trying to sever his penis. That writhing was the source of orgasm, the essence of pleasure, and the strong suction from her cervix—a good woman, a wondrous woman! Lin Chaoying lay on her side, ignoring Ouyang Feng's continued teasing. The afterglow of her orgasm still lingered, though her mind was beginning to clear. Lin Chaoying's heart was in turmoil. After the intense climax, her physical vitality had recovered considerably, but her internal energy remained completely gone—the most terrifying thing for a diligently trained expert… "Did you achieve your goal?" Lin Chaoying pulled away from Ouyang Feng's caresses, seeing the swarm of snakes in the distance. A wave of tension washed over her, but she tried her best to calm herself. She curled up, hugging her knees, using Ouyang Feng's clothes as a cushion for her buttocks; it was still a bit chilly. Her opinion of Ouyang Feng had changed somewhat; mainly because she hadn't expected him to be such a pleasurable man. The fundamentals hadn't changed, nor could they. Ouyang Feng simply lay down, pursed his lips, and gave a soft whistle. Several snakes slid onto his body, moving nimbly. "Want to try? It's a very good massage." Lin Chaoying felt a chill run down her spine, wanting to vomit. She had merged with this snake-man! "Fine, then don't try. Have you thought it through? I'll treat you like this from now on." It was indeed a tempting offer. Lin Chaoying knew she was truly infatuated with this pleasure, but Wang Chongyang was the one she was supposed to get pleasure from. Lin Chaoying wasn't used to being fickle; this was rape, her heart still belonged to Wang Chongyang. Fear prevented her from yielding. Could temptation really buy her happiness? Couldn't she have principles?

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