[Fantasy] Reborn as a Snake in the Three Kingdoms (Complete) - 15

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Chapter 63.

After their climax, the two embraced tightly, comforting each other. Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, her face flushed, Long Tian tightened his grip on her soft body and spoke first, "My wife, I still don't know your name. Your husband's name is Long Tian, courtesy name Xiaoyao."

She was a little uncomfortable being called "wife" by Long Tian for the first time, and said somewhat shyly, "Young master, my real name is Tang Ji, but others call me Consort Tang."

She had already accepted Long Tian; after all, her husband was dead, and being with Long Tian wasn't bad.

"Call me husband, and from now on you will be my wife, understand?"

Long Tian's tone was serious, but inwardly he was overjoyed. Consort Tang was the young emperor's concubine; he hadn't expected to capture her heart.

Seeing that Long Tian seemed about to get angry, Consort Tang quickly and timidly said, "Yes, my husband, I understand."

Long Tian found her cautious demeanor amusing and said softly, "Alright, I'm not going to eat you. Why are you so afraid? Don't worry, I will definitely make you happy."

Under Long Tian's sweet-talking onslaught, Consort Tang quickly became familiar with him and was no longer afraid of him. She tightly embraced his waist, clinging to him passionately.

Nothing more was said that night. The next day, Long Tian instructed the three women to get to know each other better. Living in the same palace, they already knew each other; this was simply to confirm their identities and let them know they were all Long Tian's women.

Now that they were his women, Long Tian couldn't show favoritism. He taught them cultivation techniques, and then he took out three Snow Lotus Pills for the three women to take. His cultivation level was already very high, but the women's cultivation levels were too low, far behind his, so he had to use pills to improve their cultivation. The first batch of Snow Lotus Pills he had refined had long been used up, so he refined some more, specially prepared for his women. This Snow Lotus Pill was enough for them to form their Nascent Souls, but it would still take several years to refine the medicinal power. They had never cultivated before, and their meridians were small, making it almost impossible for them to fully refine the medicinal power.

Long Tian protected them and made them take the pills. The pills immediately turned into a warm current upon entering their mouths, flowing through their tiny meridians. Due to the potency of the medicine, their bodies could not withstand such a powerful impact. Beads of sweat began to appear on their foreheads, their originally fair faces turned red, and their expressions began to distort. Long Tian was already prepared. He channeled three streams of true energy into their bodies, sealing the powerful medicinal force and leaving only a little for them to absorb slowly. The rest, he believed, they could absorb bit by bit on their own later. He believed their cultivation would soon reach the Golden Core stage.

Having done all this, Long Tian had nothing more to do. He left the palace alone and strolled around the vast imperial palace. Suddenly, he sensed abnormal fluctuations in spiritual energy not far away, and felt a suppressed aura. Long Tian was startled and thought to himself, "A master! I didn't expect there to be other cultivators in this world besides me. It seems I underestimated the people here. This aura is clearly that of someone who has reached the mid-stage of the Integration Realm, just as high as my cultivation."

Just as Long Tian was guessing the purpose of this person's visit, a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in a blue robe with an elegant figure appeared before him. He looked at Long Tian, his eyes flashing with a blue light. The Taoist priest's expression immediately changed drastically, and he shouted at Long Tian, "You monster! Your cultivation is so high! You even came to the mortal realm to cause trouble! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and eliminate you!"

With that, he drew a blue longsword and thrust it at Long Tian.

Having been in this world for so long, this was the first time Long Tian had encountered someone with such profound cultivation. He had initially intended to approach and befriend them, but unexpectedly, the old man tried to kill him without any explanation, instantly igniting his anger. He summoned the Frost Sacred Dragon Sword, gripped its hilt, let out a long howl, and charged forward, dragging the sword.

Upon reaching the old man, Long Tian held his sword horizontally, blocking the tip.

"Clang!" The weapons clashed, and both men's forward momentum immediately halted. They passed each other, and in the midst of their exchange, Long Tian swung his sword backhand, sending a beam of light shooting backward. The old Taoist was no ordinary person either; he also unleashed a sword aura behind him. The two sword auras met in mid-air, and with a deafening 'boom,' the two energy clusters exploded violently, the tremendous sound startling everyone in the entire palace.

Both men seemed to realize the danger and took to the air, flying upwards.

Ten thousand meters away, Long Tian and the old Taoist faced each other, their auras fierce. Their previous exchange was merely a test of each other; now, it was time to get serious.

"Hey!" the old Taoist shouted, his cyan longsword unleashing several beams of sword light as he slashed at Long Tian. Long Tian didn't dodge, swinging his own holy sword in response, sending several sword energies meeting Long Tian's attack head-on.

"Boom boom..."

The clash of sword energies echoed continuously in the high sky, causing the spiritual energy to surge wildly and become chaotic.

After a long while, the booming sounds gradually subsided.

Long Tian looked at the old Taoist before him, his face cold, and said, "Why are you picking on me? I have no grudge against you."

"Monsters should all be killed! Today I will definitely kill you! Hah, take another strike!"

The old Taoist's true energy surged, and he fiercely slashed at Long Tian, his cyan longsword emitting soft hums.

Long Tian's face was cold and stern, his holy sword pointing to the sky, blood-red light flashing in his eyes, his long hair dancing without wind, like a demon god floating in the air.

"Slash!" The holy sword slashed forward fiercely, a hundred-foot-long, seven-colored sword beam shooting forward like lightning.

The sword light arrived instantly, and the old Taoist, seeing no way to dodge, raised his longsword to meet the sword beam head-on.

"Boom..."

A loud explosion rang out as the two energies collided violently, the surrounding spiritual energy becoming extremely violent, even the surrounding space trembling.

The sword light vanished, and the old Taoist stood still, somewhat disheveled, his blue robe torn in several places, causing him great distress. This was a top-grade magic weapon! Magical artifacts were rare in the cultivation world now, and top-grade magic weapons were already very precious. The longsword he held was a low-grade magic weapon, far inferior to Long Tian's holy sword. In terms of power, the Frost Holy Dragon Sword was now equivalent to high-grade spiritual energy.

Seeing the immense power of the sword in Long Tian's hand, the old Taoist felt a surge of desire. It must be a legendary sword imbued with spiritual energy; if he could obtain it, his strength would surely increase several levels… The old Taoist secretly coveted the holy sword in Long Tian's hand.

However, his wish was destined to be denied. Long Tian, wielding the holy sword, charged towards him, his figure flashing repeatedly, constantly slashing, chopping, and leaping at the old

Taoist… The old Taoist was no pushover either, blocking all his attacks.

With clangs and booms echoing, the two exchanged over ten thousand blows, both fighting with true fury, each attack aimed to kill the other.

Both men were severely depleted of their inner energy, and both were covered in wounds. Long Tian was relatively unscathed; his physical body was equivalent to that of a high-grade magic weapon. Although his clothes were torn by the energy collision, he remained unharmed. The old Taoist, however, was in a much worse state. Although his cultivation was as high as Long Tian's, his weapon and physical body were inferior. He was now only wearing a few strips of cloth, his body covered in wounds. Long Tian had even slashed a long, narrow gash on his back, the flesh torn and gruesome. However, he had stopped the bleeding with his inner energy. He had lost all sense of justice; his only thought was how to escape.

He wanted to run, but Long Tian refused. He channeled all his inner energy into the Holy Sword, which instantly grew from a meter long to a hundred meters. He raised the hundred-meter-long sword and roared,

"Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique!"

The giant sword traced a profound trajectory, carrying the will of heaven and earth, and slashed towards the old Taoist like a thousand waves.

The old Taoist was horrified. That will had locked onto him, leaving him no way to dodge. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and charge forward. He quickly took out a small silver shield, which turned out to be a low-grade magic weapon. He held the silver shield in front of him and poured all his true energy into it. The silver shield immediately grew larger, completely blocking his view.

"Boom!" The giant sword was indestructible and unstoppable, piercing through the silver shield and striking him.

"Ah!"

The old Taoist screamed in agony, but the scream stopped immediately. He had been cleaved in two from the forehead by Long Tian's sword. A stream of light shot out from his body and flew into the distance. His corpse fell uncontrollably, and blood mist filled the air.

Long Tian waved his hand, supporting the body. A large hand formed from energy swiftly grabbed the fleeing ray of light—the old Daoist's nascent soul. Long Tian didn't want to waste his efforts; as long as the nascent soul didn't die, cultivators could possess another body and be reborn. In his previous life, he was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years; he wouldn't make such a low-level mistake as letting his nascent soul escape. Caught in Long Tian's hand, the little man trembled with fear. If the nascent soul perished, he would truly disappear, unable even to reincarnate.

Ignoring his struggles, Long Tian unleashed his devouring power. The essence within the nascent soul flowed into his body like water. The little man quickly withered, his body still convulsing. In no time, the azure nascent soul completely turned to ashes, even the remaining residue dissipating into the air.

After refining the energy, Long Tian let out a long sigh. Absorbing a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator had significantly improved his cultivation. Moving his limbs, a series of crackling sounds, like popping beans, emanated from his bones, making him feel incredibly refreshed. The feeling of improved cultivation was truly wonderful.

Looking at the corpse floating before him, Long Tian sensed it with his divine sense and discovered that the old man was still wearing a spatial ring. Since its original owner was dead, the ring was currently ownerless. Long Tian's divine sense penetrated it without hindrance, wanting to see what was inside.

"Damn, this old guy is really poor. He doesn't even have a single magic weapon. He was supposed to be a Nascent Soul expert!"

Long Tian cursed, looking at the ring filled with magic-grade weapons, only a few hundred-year-old medicinal herbs, and a few jade slips. He didn't seem to realize that when he transmigrated, he didn't even have a single magic weapon. The old man's only two magic weapons had been destroyed by him, leaving him with nothing of value.

Chapter 64 First Hearing of the Death of Dong Zhuo in the Cultivation World

He took out the jade slips and scanned their contents with his divine sense. Besides some simple cultivation techniques, there was also a message: The Imperial Mausoleum Secret Realm is about to open. The cultivation world is preparing to hold a selection competition. Young people with less than a hundred years of cultivation experience can participate. The top ten will have the opportunity to enter the Imperial Mausoleum and seek opportunities.

Regardless of whether it was the Imperial Mausoleum or not, Long Tian didn't care. However, the last part of the jade slip shocked him greatly: the Demon Sect and the Evil Sect were also making moves regarding the Imperial Mausoleum.

"Ah! This world is so vast! I don't even know where those cultivation sects, demon sects, and evil sects are. It seems there must be some kind of magical artifact blocking my aura. No wonder the artifact spirit said there are many powerful figures in this space; I just hadn't discovered them yet. It seems I'll have to be more careful in the future. Luckily, this jade slip contains a simplified map of the various forces in the cultivation world. If I had to search for them myself, who knows how long it would take."

Long Tian sighed with some emotion, but at the same time, he felt a surge of excitement. The feeling of having no opponents is very lonely. Now, a great door is opening for him, and he has no reason not to take it. He transmitted his thoughts into the Qiankun Bracelet: "Artifact spirit, suppress my aura to the early Nascent Soul stage. Don't play dumb; I know you can hear me."

Long Tian was actually guessing. Since the artifact spirit recognized him as its master, it must be watching him closely and wouldn't leave him unattended. Sure enough, a beam of colorful light shot out from the bracelet, directly suppressing his aura. But before he could even rejoice, his cultivation level suddenly dropped, and he soon reached the early Nascent Soul stage. Long Tian's eyes were glazed over. This wasn't just suppressing his aura; the artifact spirit had directly sealed his cultivation. He was now truly only at the early Nascent Soul stage. Realizing what was happening, Long Tian yelled, "Artifact spirit, you little liar! You really reduced my cultivation to the Nascent Soul stage! It was one thing to trick me into cultivating that damn 'Nine Revolutions Profound Technique,' but now you've sealed my cultivation! I...I..."

Long Tian was furious, his face flushed red, his head practically steaming.

He was about to continue when the artifact spirit's clear, cold voice interrupted him: "To be honest, I'm very disappointed in you. Tell me yourself, what part of your cultivation did you truly cultivate? None, not a single one. You only know how to take shortcuts. Cultivating immortality is defying the heavens. If you don't want to suffer, what's the point of cultivating immortality? You might as well just go home with your wives and have children. Did I make you cultivate the 'Nine Revolutions Profound Technique' to harm you?" This cultivation technique is a peerless one, something countless people dream of but can't even glimpse. I've asked you to practice it, yet you're afraid of the pain and haven't actively cultivated it. Do you think you've lived up to my expectations? Now I'm sealing your cultivation, and until the seal is broken, any spiritual medicine you consume will only be used to temper your body and purify your true energy; it won't improve your cultivation in the slightest. I won't save you from danger either. At worst, you'll die, and I'll sleep for another 100,000 years. When I awaken, I can still choose a new master. Don't come to me with anything anymore; solve everything yourself. Throughout history, which great power didn't rise through mountains of corpses and seas of blood? How much effort and sweat did they expend to achieve such success? No one can ascend to heaven in one step. To become a superior being, you must endure hardships others dare not bear. To reach the peak, you must trample all your enemies underfoot. You are not strong; you don't deserve to be strong. You lack a tenacious and never-give-up heart; you are a piece of trash, utterly useless trash. "

Finally, the spirit suddenly roared, venting its dissatisfaction.

Her words were like thin needles piercing his heart, causing Long Tian's chest to tremble. His face turned ashen, his teeth clenched tightly, his hands gripped together so tightly his fingers dug into his flesh, cold sweat poured down his forehead, veins bulging like tiny snakes wriggling along his veins, and cold sweat streamed down his back, soaking his naked body.

"I'm not a waste, I'm not... Roar..."

Long Tian's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared to the sky.

But no one answered him. After its outburst, the spirit fell completely silent. This time it was serious; it would leave Long Tian to his fate, no longer caring about him. The cultivation technique had been given to him; whether he practiced it or not was up to him.

"Huff...huff..."

After roaring for a long time, Long Tian was exhausted. He hovered in the sky, panting heavily. He slowly landed on the ground, lay down there, closed his eyes, and remained motionless. His head was still a mess, not yet recovered from the excitement.

While Long Tian was fighting the old Taoist priest, a momentous event occurred in Chang'an. The emperor had just recovered from a serious illness, and all the civil and military officials gathered in Weiyang Hall to congratulate the emperor on his recovery. Lü Bu and Dong Zhuo had a great grudge before. In order to obtain Diao Chan (a fake), and with Wang Yun's instigation, he finally decided to rebel against Dong Zhuo, hoping to take this opportunity to kill him. He arranged for Li Su, the cavalry commander of the same prefecture, and more than ten personal guards, dressed in the uniforms of the guards, to hide on both sides of the palace side gate. As soon as Dong Zhuo reached the side gate, he was ambushed by Li Su and his men.

Dong Zhuo was terrified and hurriedly cried out to Lü Bu for help: "Fengxian, save me!" Lu Bu sat upright, his face radiating righteous indignation, and shouted, "

We are here on imperial orders to punish this traitorous minister! You deserve to die!"

"What? You...you...how could you say such a thing? You traitor! You betrayed me! I should never have trusted you! You deserve to die a horrible death! Let me go...let me go..."

In despair, Dong Zhuo struggled fiercely, but it was all in vain. Lu Bu snatched a long sword from a nearby guard and thrust it forcefully at Dong Zhuo.

"Pfft!" The sword pierced Dong Zhuo's chest, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He clutched the sword that had pierced his chest, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Lu Bu.

With a thud, Dong Zhuo fell straight to the ground, instantly lifeless, his eyes bulging out, dying with unfinished business.

Fortunately, Dong Zhuo's son-in-law, Li Ru, escaped. Having taken the elixir given to him by Long Tian, his strength was now comparable to that of an ordinary general. Seeing Dong Zhuo killed by Lü Bu, although his heart was filled with rage and grief, he knew this was not the time to act impulsively. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was celebrating Dong Zhuo's death, he pushed aside the surrounding guards and quickly ran away, mounting a horse and galloping off. Some troops remained outside the palace; as long as he survived, he could control those soldiers, making it easier for Lü Bu to deal with him. Dong Zhuo's three thousand Xiliang soldiers were still stationed outside the city. (Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exercise device, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, experience intense pleasure and become dizzy. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Li Ru successfully escaped the palace. Being a strategist, controlling the soldiers was easy for him. He quickly gathered his troops and returned to Dong Yuan's residence, sending away the families. In the chaos of battle, he couldn't protect so many people; letting them go was for their own good. He and his wife disguised themselves and mingled among the servants, escaping silently.

At this time, Lü Bu also surrounded Dong Yuan's residence with his troops. With his command, the soldiers charged. Although Li Ru had gathered some troops, they were no match for Lü Bu's superior numbers. Soon, most of the soldiers were killed, and Dong Yuan's residence was breached. However, when Lü Bu entered Dong Yuan's residence, it was empty. Although he could recapture the servants, the master was gone, and killing them was pointless.

Thus, Chang'an City was completely controlled by Wang Yun, Lü Bu, and others.

However, Long Tian was unaware of all this. He was still lying alone in an unknown corner, grieving by himself.

"Husband, what are you doing here? I've been looking for you for so long! What are you doing lying on the ground?"

A clear voice rang in his ears.

Long Tian seemed not to hear, continuing to lie flat on the ground without making a sound.

Tang Fei was startled to see Long Tian lying on the ground ignoring her. Thinking something had happened to him, she quickly ran forward, hugged his naked body in her arms, let his head rest on her high breasts, and kept shaking his body, saying in a tearful voice, "Husband, wake up, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me... Waaah... Husband... wake up..."

Tang Fei called out, but seeing that Long Tian still didn't respond, she suddenly burst into tears. Tears streamed down her cheeks onto his lips and into his mouth.

Seemingly feeling a slightly salty taste on his taste buds, Long Tian opened his eyes and saw a beautiful face with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Husband, you're awake! Waaah, you scared me to death! I thought...waaah...I thought something had happened to you! Husband, what happened to you? Why are you lying here all alone? Where are your clothes?"

Tang Fei was filled with doubt. Long Tian had only been gone for a day, and he had become like this. Not only were his clothes gone, but he also seemed listless, his eyes bloodshot, looking like he hadn't rested well. Logically speaking, someone with his high cultivation level shouldn't be like this.

Long Tian reached out and gently wiped away the tears on her pretty face. Then he hugged her slender waist tightly, buried his head in her chest, and inhaled the faint fragrance of her breasts. He didn't speak, just lay quietly in her arms, his eyes tightly closed, trying not to let the tears fall.

Tang Fei also felt the sadness in Long Tian's heart, and her heart ached. Tears began to well up in her eyes again. She didn't speak either, but held his head, gently stroking his long, black hair, silently comforting him.

After a while, Long Tian reopened his eyes, tightened his grip on the soft body in his arms, and softly recounted, "I just had a fierce battle with a Taoist priest."

Hearing that Long Tian had just fought someone, Tang Fei's heart tightened. Her small hands roamed over his body, even squeezing his erect penis, feeling it gradually grow larger in her hand. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; he wasn't injured at all.

Long Tian wasn't as agitated as before; his face was expressionless, his words calm, as if he were telling a story.

"That old Taoist was no match for me, I killed him."

Tang Fei was overjoyed, a happy smile spreading across her face. In her heart, as long as her husband was safe, the lives of others were none of her concern.

"But,"

Tang Fei's heart tightened, her breath catching in her throat.

"A little girl cursed at me, she was only eight or nine years old."

Long Tian continued frankly.

Hearing this, Tang Fei almost laughed. Her husband was actually angry with a little girl? Wait, her husband shouldn't be this petty. She listened intently.

"Do you think it's childish for me to be angry with a little girl?"

Long Tian could tell what she was thinking just from her expression.

Tang Fei wanted to nod, but afraid of upsetting her husband, she shook her head against her will.

Chapter 65 Killing the Great Heavenly Princess of Ten Thousand Years

"Do you think it's childish for me to be angry with a little girl?"

Long Tian could tell what she was thinking just from her expression.

Tang Fei wanted to nod, but afraid of upsetting her husband, she shook her head against her will.

"Hehe, do you know what she called me?"

Long Tian chuckled self-deprecatingly.

Tang Fei shook her head.

"She called me a piece of trash, a scoundrel..."

Long Tian's chest heaved slightly.

Upon hearing this, Tang Fei shook her head vigorously, saying hastily, "No, how could my husband be a good-for-nothing? That little girl is definitely not a good girl. Husband, don't believe what she said. My husband is a great hero, my husband is..."

"I am a good-for-nothing, a spineless coward who doesn't want to suffer, doesn't want to cultivate, doesn't want to struggle, doesn't want to work hard, is unambitious, afraid of pain, afraid of setbacks, afraid of difficulties, afraid of loss, afraid of hardships. I'm just a bastard who only knows how to bully the weak, I...I..."

Long Tian became emotional, shouting these words loudly, his eyes turning bloodshot, his breath rumbling like a bull.

Tang Fei tightly wrapped her arms around his head, pressing it against her soft chest, her small head resting on his head, crying, "Husband is not a coward, husband is not... Waaah... husband is not... Waaah... not..."

"Huff... Huff... Huff..."

Long Tian breathed heavily, then painfully closed his eyes again.

After a long while, his eyes suddenly snapped open, shooting out two beams of light that seemed to pierce through even the void before him. He pushed away Consort Tang, who was embracing him, and put her into his bracelet space. He slowly stood up, head held high and chest out.

"Roar...roar..."

He roared repeatedly, his roars carrying a hint of dragon's majesty. His long hair moved without wind, his eyes were deep, his hands were clenched, and his streamlined muscles began to bulge. A terrifying shockwave spread outwards, stirring up fallen leaves and dust. Centered on him, a huge tornado of dust and leaves formed.

"Awooo!"

Another long roar, and the huge tornado suddenly exploded.

A deafening explosion shook the entire world; those living in the palace felt the palace swaying violently.

The sound ceased. Long Tian stood motionless, gazing at the sky, and roared, "I will become strong! I will trample everyone under my feet! Gods...if they block my way... I will kill them! Buddhas...if they block my way... I will kill them! I will kill all enemies! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As if making a promise to heaven and earth, Long Tian uttered each word with fervent emotion. A murderous aura gathered within him, giving him an overwhelming urge to unleash it. The Frost Saint Spirit Sword appeared in his hand.

"Kill!"

Long Tian raised the sword high, its surface shimmering with crimson light. A massive longsword materialized with a whoosh, its enormous blade flashing a streak of light as it slashed towards the sky.

The surrounding air, subjected to intense friction from the sword, flashed with dazzling golden light. The temperature around the sword plummeted, the boundless killing intent chilling everyone to the bone, seemingly capable of freezing their very souls.

"Boom!" The crimson giant sword exploded in the distant sky with a deafening roar, like the howl of an ancient demon god, suffocating everyone who heard it.

After unleashing a sword strike, Long Tian stood rooted to the spot, his long hair flowing, laughing heartily.

"Hahaha! The true essence of the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique lies in the single word 'slay.' Without killing intent, how can one slay the heavens? I have finally mastered the entire Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique! Hahaha..."

In the Empress's palace, Long Tian stayed with the three women, quietly listening to everything that had happened in Chang'an. Now he had recovered his spirits and truly possessed the heart of a strongman, no longer afraid of so-called suffering.

Hearing everything the three women said, Long Tian was somewhat surprised. Why did this happen precisely during his battle with the old Taoist priest? This must be the arrangement of Heaven. Although with his cultivation, he could change the history of the Three Kingdoms, Heaven would absolutely not allow him to do such a thing. This incident was like a warning; if he were to do something again that drastically altered the course of history, Heaven would definitely give him a great gift. If another Earth Immortal were to appear, he would definitely be blasted into dust.

After a long silence, Long Tian spoke, "Never mind these things. We've been in Chang'an for some time now, we've had our fun and seen our sights, it's time for me to leave. Is there anything you're still worried about? If not, pack your things and we'll leave immediately."

Hearing Long Tian's words, the three women exchanged glances. Empress Fu spoke first, "Husband, we have nothing left to linger here. However, I beg you to rescue someone. She's been imprisoned in the Cold Palace by Dong Zhuo, never to leave the palace again."

"Oh? Who is she? Why would Dong Zhuo imprison her?"

Long Tian was curious. Logically, Dong Zhuo wouldn't imprison a woman; at most, he'd make her his concubine. Why would he do something so thankless?

"She's Princess Wannian. Dong Zhuo forced her to be his concubine, but she refused, threatening suicide. Dong Zhuo had no choice but to punish her by imprisoning her."

"Oh, so she's Emperor Ling's daughter. I didn't expect she'd still be in the palace. Alright, go ask her if she's willing to come with us."

Long Tian no longer had any desire for women; he only wanted to leave as soon as possible to find the entrance to the Demon Gate and quickly improve his strength.

"Yes, husband, let's pack up and go together later."

"Mm," Long Tian nodded.

The Cold Palace, a burial ground for countless beautiful women, a synonym for gloom and desolation, a place that buried the beautiful dreams of many young girls. Standing before the gates of the Cold Palace, the sweltering summer heat couldn't conceal the desolate loneliness and indifference that permeated his being. With his eyes closed, he seemed to hear the mournful cries of anguish, and tragic scenes flashed through his mind. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and seven-colored light burst forth from them. He saw wronged souls swirling around him, constantly emitting piercing screams.

"Alas! Why bother? You're already dead, why not reincarnate? I'll help you..."

As he spoke, he continuously uttered golden characters, striking the wronged souls. Upon encountering the characters, their malevolent energy immediately dissipated, transforming into pure souls.

"Thank you, young master, for removing all the malevolent energy from my body. Please send us into reincarnation."

Clear voices entered Long Tian's mind. They now existed in soul form and couldn't stay in the mortal realm for too long, or their souls would quickly dissipate.

"Hehe, it's nothing, everyone, don't be so polite. I'll send you in."

Even cultivators at the Golden Core stage can send the souls of the dead into reincarnation; it's not a particularly difficult spell.

Long Tian's hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals. Vivid, seven-colored runes emerged from his fingertips, continuously striking the void. Soon, a small crack appeared in the void, revealing a dark, somewhat terrifying interior. Long Tian used his true energy to envelop their souls and slowly sent them into reincarnation. He often did this before, so he quickly sent all the souls in. Long Tian stopped forming the hand seals, and the crack immediately closed. Opening the cycle of reincarnation was permitted by the Heavenly Dao, to facilitate the casting of wandering, wronged souls into the cycle. It was a meritorious act, so it didn't require much true energy. Without the wronged souls, the Cold Palace was no longer cold; without the yin energy emanating from those souls, the temperature returned to normal.

At this moment, the three women emerged from the Cold Palace, followed by a slender and stunningly beautiful woman. She wore a pale green dress with pale red daisies embroidered on the bodice. The dress had a low opening, revealing a thin, pale green undergarment. Her high, firm breasts bulged the undergarment, perfectly accentuating her curves. A green belt was tied into a delicate bow at her willow-like waist, with a wisp of fabric hanging down the dress. With each graceful step, the dress swayed slightly. She moved gracefully, her every gesture as elegant as willow branches swaying in the wind. Her eyebrows were delicate and arched, her large, dark eyes like pools of water, serene and elegant. Beneath her delicate nose were pale pink lips, slightly parted to reveal a row of pearly white teeth. Her skin was fair, like solidified jade. A phoenix crown in the shape of a floral wreath adorned her head, binding her long, black hair, which cascaded down her back, with two strands falling over her slender shoulders to her full breasts. Even her delicate ears had small locks of hair hanging down. She followed the three women step by step to Long Tian, her eyes fixed on him without flinching.

Long Tian sized up this beautiful woman before him, quiet, elegant, yet fiercely independent. His eyes held no desire, only admiration. In this patriarchal world, to dare to defy the powerful Dong Zhuo was truly remarkable.

"You must be Princess Wannian, hehe. Since you're willing to come with me, you'll have to listen to me. Don't worry, I won't make you do anything that would put you in a difficult position. If you want to stay by my side, you must have a suitable identity, otherwise people will gossip. Although I don't care about those gossips, it's not good for a girl like you to be constantly pointed at and talked about. Tell me what you can do first."

Long Tian said this entirely out of concern for her. He couldn't possibly let a stranger follow him all the time. He had so many secrets; if outsiders discovered them, he'd be in deep trouble.

Princess Wannian completely misunderstood his meaning. Empress Fu and others had already explained the pros and cons to her. If she continued to stay in the palace, suicide might not work anymore. If she wanted to continue living, she would only become someone else's plaything. It would be better to find a husband capable of protecting her, at least that way she could preserve her reputation. She sized up Long Tian. His handsome face, deep eyes that seemed to see into one's soul, his tall and strong figure, full of masculine vigor, and a slight smile on his lips... Although his departure was casual, the subtle air of authority and domineering presence he exuded revealed that he was no ordinary person. He parted his lips slightly, and a clear, melodious voice, like flowing water, rang out: "Young master, don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you. If you're willing, I'll marry you and become your wife, or even a concubine. That way, I can stay by your side legitimately. If you're not willing, then… you can leave."

Princess Wannian looked bitter, never expecting to be reduced to asking someone to marry her.

"Ah, I…"

Long Tian's mouth gaped open, speechless for a long time. What was all this about? He only wanted to help her, but she thought he was only saving her because he was attracted to her beauty. She had completely misunderstood him. He was now preoccupied with improving his cultivation and didn't seem as enthusiastic about hunting for women as before. Although he still loved beautiful women, he would never force anyone again. He would let things take their course. But this time, a beautiful woman was actually throwing herself at him. He didn't react for a moment, staring blankly at her, forgetting to answer.

Chapter 66

Princess Wannian, not receiving a reply from Long Tian, assumed he was rejecting her. Her face filled with sorrow, and she painfully closed her eyes, tears streaming down her smooth cheeks, falling silently to the floor like shimmering rainbows. Turning away, she walked towards the gates of the Cold Palace as if lost in thought. From her wide sleeves, she slowly drew a small dagger—a dagger she had prepared specifically for suicide. Holding the exquisite dagger, she gently stroked it with her long, white fingers, feeling the lingering warmth. Recalling her tragic life, she suddenly felt that death might be her best end. In this chaotic era of war, what good could a weak woman like herself possibly expect besides being treated as a slave, manipulated and humiliated at will? With both hands gripping the crimson wooden hilt of the dagger, the tip pointing towards her lower abdomen, she suddenly…

Empress Fu, seeing her husband still in a daze, gently tugged at his sleeve. Long Tian instantly snapped out of his daze. Looking at Princess Wannian's desolate and forlorn back, her slightly trembling shoulders, a bad premonition suddenly arose in his mind, and his heart couldn't help but twist with pain, as if something precious was about to leave him. He was suddenly startled, cried out "Oh no!" and flashed to Princess Wannian's side, swiftly extending two fingers to trap the dagger she was about to use to stab her lower abdomen at the last second.

Princess Wannian's arm trembled, and the movement of stabbing herself abruptly stopped. She opened her deep eyes, staring blankly at Long Tian before her, without saying a word, her arm continuing to strain. She was now utterly despondent, her desire to die was blatantly obvious.

The deep sorrow filling those unfathomable eyes struck Long Tian's heart like a hammer blow. The agonizing pain filled him with profound self-reproach. Feeling his fingers gradually tighten, he subtly and silently crushed the delicate dagger into powder, leaving only the wooden handle in her hand. Long Tian abruptly pulled her into his arms, gently resting his chin on her head. One hand caressed the smooth silk of her dress, the other stroked her long, flowing black hair, as he tenderly comforted her, "How could you be so careless with yourself?" "Life, didn't you say you'd marry me? If you die, who will marry me? From now on, listen to your husband and never do anything foolish again."

Princess Wannian didn't speak, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist, her high breasts pressed against his chest, her head pressed against the skin of his neck, her fair and smooth face occasionally rubbing against him. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her long eyelashes fluttering, still glistening with a few undried tears. Her delicate nose gently sniffed his body, as if trying to remember his unique scent. At this moment, she felt particularly peaceful and at ease. She now had someone to rely on, no longer needing to worry about her safety, no longer afraid of being bullied, no longer worried about being awakened by nightmares and wetting her pillow. She had a husband now. At this moment, she was very happy; this warm embrace gave her enough security.

The night was as still as water, the full moon hung high, and its silvery light, like a mist, bathed the earth, creating a hazy, veiled atmosphere. A streak of blue light darted through the twinkling stars, moving rapidly. Standing within the light was a figure—Long Tian. He stood on his flying sword, hands behind his back, head held high, his divine sense constantly scanning his surroundings. The four women had already been transported into the bracelet space. After flying for a day, he had finally arrived at the Demon Sect's territory, but he didn't know how to enter. He had searched for so long but still hadn't found the entrance.

After searching for a long time, he finally discovered something unusual in a primeval forest. The spiritual energy here was several times more abundant than outside, and various towering ancient trees completely blocked out the moonlight. Occasionally, the roars of wild beasts could be heard, making it seem somewhat eerie. However, this was nothing to Long Tian. The key was that this forest could block the detection of divine sense. Walking in the terrifyingly dark forest, he carefully observed the surrounding environment. The more he looked, the more amazed he became. He discovered traces of an array, and the faint demonic energy clearly told him: this was the territory of the demon race.

The deeper he ventured, the denser the demonic aura became. He began to spot some minor demons, but their cultivation was low; they hadn't yet taken human form. When Long Tian unleashed his power, the demons were terrified and fled in panic. They didn't dare to mess with Long Tian. After walking for a long time, Long Tian finally saw groups of humanoid demons. For some reason, they weren't as fully evolved as Long Tian; they still retained some beastly features. Some had two large horns on their heads, some had tails, and some even had beastly lower bodies—they looked rather incongruous.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into our demon race's territory! You deserve to die!"

A humanoid demon with a pair of bull horns on its head shouted as soon as it saw someone enter.

"Roar!"

Long Tian roared, and an overwhelming pressure immediately pressed down on him. Demonic flames surged, and wisps of icy blue true energy swirled around him. Fallen leaves and dust on the ground were blown into a whirlwind. The terrifying aura overturned all the lower-level demons, leaving them sprawled on the ground, staring at Long Tian in horror.

The bull demon scrambled to Long Tian's side, pleading, "My lord, I thought you were human, so… please spare me, my lord…"

The demonic aura emanating from Long Tian proved he belonged to the demon race, and a very powerful one at that—at least compared to these demons who hadn't yet formed their cores.

"Alright, alright, stop talking. I won't do anything to you. Take me inside,"

Long Tian said impatiently. He had released his aura to prove his strength; in the demon race, everything was based on strength, and only the strong earned respect.

"Yes, yes, thank you, sir. I'll take you inside."

The bull demon kowtowed repeatedly in thanks, respectfully leading Long Tian into the demon gate.

Long Tian felt as if he had passed through an energy membrane, and then the scene before him instantly changed dramatically. High mountains and flowing water, clusters of flowers, a verdant landscape, a divine moon hanging high, its light like water, the earth as if shrouded in a layer of silver gauze, dreamlike and ethereal.

Looking at the scene before him, Long Tian was shocked. He had never imagined that the demon clan's territory would be such a beautiful place.

"Young master, in seven days, the younger generation of the clan will hold a ranking competition, it seems, to compete for a spot in the imperial tomb."

Seeing how capable Long Tian was, the bull demon thought he might achieve good results in the competition, and he could benefit from it, so he couldn't wait to explain.

"Oh, a competition, hehe, I'll keep an eye on it then. You go ahead, I'll wander around by myself."

Long Tian, seeing the beautiful scenery, wanted to explore.

"My lord, I'll take my leave now. But please don't wander off, or you might accidentally anger one of the elders."

"Okay, I understand. I'll be going now."

Without waiting for a reply, Long Tian took to the air and flew away into the distance.

After observing for a while, Long Tian noticed that the demon race particularly liked to live on high mountains. The higher the mountain, the stronger the aura. He figured it was easier to absorb the essence of the moon at higher altitudes.

Landing in an unnamed valley, he saw a clear stream in front of him and suddenly became interested in taking a bath. So he quickly stripped off his clothes and plunged into the water with a 'plop,' swimming around and having a great time. The stream was cool and clear, and the gently flowing water felt refreshing all over Long Tian's body. He hopped and slowly swam upwards. Before long, he suddenly heard a series of light footsteps. He immediately submerged in the water, concealed his presence, and looked in the direction of the sound.

What he saw almost made his eyes pop out. A petite and lovely woman appeared before him, wearing only a light red bodice tied to her pink back with two red ropes. Her high, firm breasts pushed the thin bodice up high, and the narrow bodice could not cover her magnificent breasts. Most of her snow-white breasts were exposed, and her full breasts swayed slightly under the thin layer of silk. Liang Longtian could even see the faint pink protrusions.

She wore only a pair of light red shorts that barely covered her pert buttocks, exposing her long, fair legs to Long Tian's eyes. Her bare, delicate feet were exquisite and flawless. Her skin was as white as snow, and her face was exquisitely beautiful. Her small face and large, dark eyes rippled with tears. Her delicate, arched eyebrows were exquisitely arched, and her long eyelashes swayed slightly like two small fans. Her luscious red lips parted slightly, with a hint of a smile on her lips. Her graceful figure was as beautiful as a flower, and her pure and innocent body was as pure as water.

Of course, such a beautiful woman wasn't enough to make the current Dragon Head lose his mind. What surprised him most was the fluffy tail he saw behind the girl. The tail was long, bushy, and pure white. In the moonlight, it looked like a snowflake falling from the sky, pure and flawless. The tail seemed a little restless, swaying from side to side. On her head, amidst her long, white hair, stood two small, fluffy ears, slightly curved, and as white as her tail.

"Cat ears?"

The Dragon Head's heart skipped a beat. The more he looked, the more they resembled cat ears.

Dragon Head's eyes kept scanning her fluffy ears, tail, and ample breasts, his breath almost catching in his throat.

She walked to the stream, reaching her small hand behind her back. Hmm, no, Dragon Head's heart tightened again. He stared intently at her hand. This girl's arms were slender and white, no different from an ordinary girl's, but below her wrists were cat's paws.

Thick, fluffy, snow-white cat paws, like a large, plush glove in winter, with five adorable pink paw pads beneath.

She slowly untied the knot of her bodice, and Long Tian's breath caught in his throat. As the bodice slid down, her ample breasts were completely exposed to the air. Her full, firm breasts gleamed with a dazzling white light, the large orbs hanging heavily on her chest without sagging. Two cherry-red nipples, like rubies, shimmered with a dewy luster, proudly standing atop them.

Her cat paws then grasped her shorts, and with a gentle arch, she began to slowly pull down the light red shorts. Time seemed to stand still. Long Tian's eyes reddened, his breathing became rapid, and he murmured, "Take them off... hurry... take them off quickly..."

His heart was racing like a cat's claws, he wanted nothing more than to rush out and take her right there and then.

Finally, to Long Tian's anxious relief, the shorts were completely removed, revealing her most mysterious part.

"No, no..."

Long Tian's eyes turned bloodshot. Her inner thighs were completely smooth, without a single hair. Her white tiger, her white tiger—that tender little mound was as white as warm jade, with a small opening in the middle revealing the pink slit...

"Huff... huff..."

Long Tian gasped for breath underwater, the bubbles rising continuously. She finally noticed something was wrong. Following the direction of the rising bubbles, she saw a pair of dark, thieving eyes staring unblinkingly at her lower body. She quickly covered herself with a curtain of water and shouted, "Who's there? Come out!" Her

voice was like a gentle stream, melodious and pleasant.

With a "whoosh," Long Tian, naked and wielding a massive dragon spear, fled into the distance. The girl's cultivation was also at the early Nascent Soul stage, the same as Long Tian's. However, Long Tian's physical body was incredibly strong, and he subdued her with little effort. But this was the Demon Sect, and his cultivation wasn't very high, so he dared not act rashly again. If he truly angered some powerful figure, he would be in for a world of trouble.

"You lecherous thief, where do you think you're going? Stop right there, don't run..."

The little cat's face flushed with embarrassment and fury as she chased after Long Tian at breakneck speed. Although her cultivation was the same as his, Long Tian cultivated a peerless technique, and the quality of his true energy was superior to hers. His circulation and recovery speed were much faster. In no time, Long Tian had vanished from sight.

Seeing that she couldn't catch up, the kitten stopped, stomped her jade paws on the ground twice, and said angrily, "Hey! You lecherous scoundrel, you bad guy, don't let me catch you, or I'll make you taste my power! You took advantage of me and still want to run away, hmph!" The

fleeing dragon head couldn't help but shiver and muttered to himself, "That pretty girl is eyeing me again?"

Chapter 67

After flying for a long time, the kitten's aura finally disappeared from his perception. Long Tian breathed a sigh of relief, stopped, and randomly found a place to enter the Free and Easy Palace of the Qiankun Bracelet. He found that everyone except Princess Wannian was in seclusion. In a flash, he arrived at Princess Wannian's bedroom and found her standing alone at the window, lost in thought. She was the only one who hadn't been with Long Tian. Because her body hadn't reached the Foundation Establishment stage, her cultivation was very slow, so she wasn't as enthusiastic about cultivation as the other girls. She had nothing to do here, so she just stared at the scenery outside the window, not even knowing that Long Tian had entered her bedroom.

Long Tian, now dressed again, looked at Princess Wannian, who was also wearing a light green dress. She always exuded a pure and delicate aura; her long, black hair swayed gently in the breeze. Her pretty face, framed by long eyelashes, revealed a pair of deep, dark eyes that radiated a tranquil and elegant air. The half-exposed light green bodice, accentuated by her full breasts, added a touch of alluring charm.

Long Tian's extinguished desire reignited, his eyes burning as he stared at her, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

When Princess Wannian turned her head, she met his burning, lustful gaze. Her heart trembled involuntarily, for she saw boundless desire in his eyes—desire for her own body.

Startled, Princess Wannian quickly turned her head away, not daring to meet Long Tian's burning gaze. But Long Tian wouldn't have it. He stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her soft waist, and held her tightly in his embrace.

"Ah!"

Princess Wannian cried out softly. Immediately, she felt her soft breasts being pressed against him. Her fair face flushed red, and she buried her head deeply in his chest, not daring to move.

"Wow! What a perfect pair of breasts."

Long Tian marveled inwardly at the soft, full, and plump feeling on her chest. He subtly rotated and rubbed his pectoral muscles, savoring the wonderful touch of those two large mounds.

"Husband, I'm so embarrassed..."

Princess Wannian was clearly experiencing something like this for the first time. Her full breasts were being pressed tightly against him, and her two huge breasts were already deformed, making her pale green bodice bulge even more taut.

"Mmm," Long Tian's well-developed pectoral muscles rubbed against her for a moment, sending a tingling sensation through her nipples that traveled deep into her breasts, causing her to let out a soft moan.

"Husband, I...I'm not ready yet..."

Princess Wannian's tender face flushed red, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead, showing her nervousness.

"Don't be nervous, I am your husband, and you are my wife. What's there to be shy about when husband and wife do those things? Relax, just give yourself to your husband. Don't worry, you will feel very happy."

After saying that, Long Tian had no more patience to wait. He kissed her beautiful, slender neck, like a white swan, and inhaled the fresh fragrance emanating from it.

The moment Long Tian embraced her, Princess Wannian's mind went blank. Her watery eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly agape; she was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Long Tian gently held Princess Wannian's soft, alluring body in his arms, then pulled her full buttocks against his abdomen, his dragon spear pressing firmly against the mysterious place between her legs.

Princess Wannian recovered from her initial shock, clearly feeling a large, hard, and burning hot iron rod between her legs. When she realized what it was, a deep blush and alluring color instantly appeared on her beautiful face, making Long Tian almost unrecognizable.

"My wife, you are so beautiful,"

Long Tian whispered in her ear, then gently kissed and nibbled at her tender earlobe.

Princess Wannian was just a virgin; she had never experienced anything like this before. Now, under Long Tian's touch, she felt a tingling, itchy sensation spreading from the base of her thighs, waves of energy surging through Princess Wannian's brain. This tingling, numb feeling was something she had never experienced before.

Long Tian's hands didn't stop, roaming over Princess Wannian's alluring body. His lips pressed against her full, sensual red lips, his tongue plunging into her mouth, endlessly sucking out her sweet nectar.

Princess Wannian was rendered powerless by Long Tian's kisses; her delicate body went limp, collapsing completely into Long Tian's arms, completely at his mercy. After an unknown amount of time, Long Tian released her lips, which he had kissed until they were bright red. Princess Wannian, her face flushed with desire, buried her face in Long Tian's chest, afraid to look up, panting, her tongue slightly protruding, her body trembling, the tender walls of her lower body twitching occasionally. She lay limply in Long Tian's arms, her whole body burning hot; she was aroused.

Princess Wannian was originally a virtuous, gentle, and elegant girl. Her ethereal beauty and unparalleled charm were evident in every detail. She had a full, curvaceous figure, long legs, a slender waist, and a graceful silhouette. Under Long Tian's seduction, her skin became delicate, fair, and rosy, truly captivating. She had an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, and a straight nose. Her large, watery eyes added to her endless charm.

Her silk dress was as thin as a cicada's wing, incredibly smooth. A thin silk bodice clung tightly to Princess Wannian's full breasts, even faintly revealing two pink nipples. The hem of the dress hugged her slender waist, firm abdomen, and round, pert buttocks, shaping them into the most alluring form.

Long Tian's tongue kissed and licked Princess Wannian's snow-white, slender neck, her fair cheeks, and her exquisite ears. His hot, lustful hands caressed and kneaded her plump, beautiful buttocks through her smooth silk skirt.

Princess Wannian felt Long Tian's tongue constantly licking her sensitive earlobes and translucent, white jade-like earlobes. She felt a surge of heat slowly rising from the bottom of her heart, running rapidly through her body several times before stimulating every inch of her sensitive skin and her sensory nerves.

Long Tian's hand slid to her waist, gently caressing it a few times. The soft, cool touch made his heart pound. He hooked Princess Wannian's pale green bow with his fingers, pulled the tie, and the front of her silk skirt immediately opened to both sides, revealing her entire pale green bodice, her flat, smooth abdomen, and the white silk skirt below.

Princess Wannian's heart suddenly began to race, and her breathing became rapid. She knew what was about to happen, but she didn't want to push away the man before her, for he was her husband, and she would give herself to him sooner or later.

Long Tian stroked Princess Wannian's chest, which was pushed up high by her bodice, his five fingers gently caressing her high breasts, and softly praised, "My wife, your breasts are so beautiful. They will belong to me from now on."

After saying that, he cupped Princess Wannian's snow-white, full breasts in his large palm and caressed and kneaded them with a pleasure.

Princess Wannian's face flushed crimson, her head buried in his chest, not daring to look directly at Long Tian. Her sensitive nipples immediately hardened, the electric pleasure making her gasp and moan softly, her heart throbbing with desire. She murmured, "Mmm...mmm..."

A wave of pleasure slowly washed over her, causing her to instinctively writhe in Long Tian's arms until she felt his hard, erect member pressing against her thighs, and felt him deliberately rubbing his member against her vulva, the movements becoming increasingly intense. Only then did Princess Wannian dare not writhe any further.

Princess Wannian's full, rounded breasts seemed about to spring out of her bodice, swaying gently and gleaming under his caresses. The lust in Long Tian's eyes intensified, and without a word, he buried his face deep into those high, firm peaks.

Like a wolf starving for days, Long Tian busily and greedily kissed and licked Princess Wannian's smooth bodice. His tongue inadvertently touched a small protrusion, and he took that little darling into his mouth, gently biting it.

Princess Wannian, attacked, immediately held her breath, trembled all over, and involuntarily wrapped her hands around his head, her legs tightly pressed together, her almond eyes wide open, and she hurriedly cried out, "Husband, oh dear, I can't take it anymore..."

But how could Long Tian, already aroused, stop there? He completely ignored Princess Wannian's struggles and protests, biting and nibbling at that soft little bean, while his right hand reached to her waist, tearing her white skirt with a 'rip'. Her skirt was torn into pieces, revealing the thin fabric used to cover her modesty.

"Mmm... Hmph..."

Princess Wannian was also enjoying herself immensely. She no longer refused Long Tian's caresses and teasing, but instead tried her best to cooperate with him. Her breasts rose slightly with his licking and biting, and her two small nipples were already hard and erect. The thin bodice was pushed up to reveal two small bumps, which, combined with the pale green bodice, made her look like an unopened flower bud. Every time his licks touched her nipples, Princess Wannian let out a soft moan. The desire that was burning deep in her heart was also burning fiercely against her reason and soul. She knew that she could collapse at any moment, and she knew that she was about to succumb. However, the one who gave her all this was her husband, the person she loved most in this life. She would not refuse.

Long Tian spat out the hard bean in his mouth, raised his head and saw that the bodice he had just licked and bit was now wet. From the wet area, he could clearly see the high and tender cherry and the pink areola around it. His eyes began to redden, and the excitement in his heart made his whole body tremble.

Princess Wannian looked at her exceptionally handsome lover before her, reached out and stroked his face, and softly parted her red lips: "Husband, let me serve you."

Long Tian looked dazed, letting her pull him into her boudoir.

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