[Wuxia] First Travel to The Condor Heroes, Then to the Tang Dynasty (Complete) - 26

Chapter 204 Wanwan, I'll show you the old photos your master and I took

. "Dream on! Don't you dare spank me!" Wanwan rolled over, pressing her little bottom to the ground. "Hehe, fine, I won't spank you for now," Yang Liming said, pulling Wanwan's exquisite body into his arms. He kept stroking her waist, even slowly moving his hands up to her chest. Wanwan, bound, could only close her eyes and let him do as he pleased. "Wan'er, let me ask you. You're so beautiful, aren't there many people in the Yin Kui Sect who have designs on you?" Yang Liming asked, pinching Wanwan's breast through her thin clothes.

The demoness groaned softly at his violation, two blushes rising on her face. That feeling that had haunted her for a year returned. A unique kind of true energy continuously emanated from Yang Liming's palm, each strand of true energy resonating throughout her sexual nerves. The little hole between her legs was wet again. "Don't do this, or I won't be able to take it," Wanwan said breathlessly. She felt she was in danger today. Staring at Yang Liming, she said, "You said you wouldn't defile me. You said you'd do anything else. But if you defile me, I'll never reach the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art."

"Hahaha, let me tell you, it's true you won't reach the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art if you do it with someone else. But if you do it with me, not only will nothing happen, but you'll reach the eighteenth level even faster," Yang Liming said, recalling his encounter with Wanwan's master, Zhu Yuyan. He had actually driven Zhu Yuyan to the eighteenth level. Otherwise, she would never have reached it in her entire life. "Nonsense... Ah... Mm... You... Who do you think you are... I don't believe you... Stop it... I can't take it anymore... I won't let you defile me... Ah... Otherwise... I'm sorry... Master..." Wanwan said, twisting her delicate body. Yang Liming ignored the demoness's reaction, lowered his head, and kissed the beautiful demoness's sweet cherry lips. He swallowed her nectar mouthful by mouthful. His thick tongue plunged into her mouth, teasing her small tongue. He had a way to make Wanwan believe that doing it with him wouldn't affect her Heavenly Demon Art. On the contrary, it would be beneficial.

The demoness was only slightly surprised before cooperating, letting Yang Liming's tongue ravage her mouth. Although she had never kissed before, she had seen it many times and naturally knew how. Their smooth tongues intertwined, going back and forth. In this intense kiss, passion erupted, and saliva was constantly secreted. Twenty minutes later, the enchantress pushed Yang Liming away, breathing heavily, her sweet cherry lips almost swollen from his sucking. After this ordeal, Wanwan's head was spinning. She lightly punched Yang Liming's firm chest, pouting, "You're so naughty! You made my mouth numb. I almost suffocated!" "Wan'er, how can you blame me? You seemed to be enjoying it just now," Yang Liming said,

kissing Wanwan's cheeks. "Who...ah...enjoyed it? I was forced...to be taken advantage of by you," Wanwan said. "Hahaha, anyway, no matter what, you can't escape today," Yang Liming said. "No way! If you defile me, I'll kill myself immediately. Let's see if you're willing to do that," Wanwan said resolutely. "

Hehe, look at this first before deciding whether to stay with me," Yang Liming said, taking a bed from his storage ring and placing it on the ground. Then he took out another object. That object was a laptop. "You…" Wanwan, the enchantress, stared in astonishment at Yang Liming's ability to conjure a bed out of thin air, and at the laptop. She didn't know what it was. "Look closely," Yang Liming grinned wickedly. He opened the laptop and clicked on a file. He was going to show Wanwan a video. This video would definitely leave Wanwan stunned. The video on the computer began to play. It was straightforward, without explaining any story. It started in a secret room, with a man embracing a woman in white from behind. He then pushed her to the ground, forcefully tearing her clothes and kissing her face indiscriminately. Their clothes quickly disappeared.

Because the man and woman on the screen were facing away from the camera, Wanwan couldn't see who they were. Instead, she was curious about why there were people in the box. She kept asking Yang Liming what it was. A surge of intense curiosity even temporarily suppressed the raging lust within him. Yang Liming naturally wouldn't explain modern technology to this little vixen. He simply used the artifact his master had left him—a device that could record everything that had ever happened—to appease her.

"Oh, I see. You really are a pervert. You wouldn't use this artifact to secretly record and watch couples' intimate moments, would you? Hehehe. That would be quite fun," Wanwan said with a grin. She didn't even notice Yang Liming's large hand already resting on her crotch. "You're right, I am recording couples' intimate moments for you to see," Yang Liming said with a sinister smile. His smile held a deeper meaning. On the screen, a naked man and woman, their backs to them, kissed for a long time. Finally, they stopped. They began their business. The man inside began to caress the woman's thighs with his large, hairy hands, pulling down her only remaining garment, her underwear, exposing her genitals. A few pubic hairs couldn't conceal her tender vulva. The man persisted, his hairy hands now between her legs, suddenly thrusting his thumb into her opening, causing her to scream—a scream that sounded both painful and ecstatic.

Wanwan shuddered at the scream. The sound seemed familiar. And although the man and woman on the screen weren't shown, their figures looked familiar. After playing with the woman's genitals, the man in the pornographic film moved on to her breasts, his large hands grasping and rubbing them, stimulating her nipples with his fingers until they stood erect. Yang

Liming, watching the passionate scene on the screen, also felt his penis painfully throbbing in his pants, so he simply released it. Wanwan, leaning against him, felt her heart pounding. Her whole body was burning, and her pants seemed to be soaked with fluid. Her cheeks were incredibly hot, and her body began to weaken as she gently nestled against Yang Liming's shoulder. "Who...who are the man and woman inside this thing? Why...do I feel...so familiar..."

"Hehe, you'll find out soon enough," Yang Liming said, his large, exposed penis pressing against Wanwan's buttocks. "The man and woman in the video are still going on."

The man revealed his enormous penis, over twenty centimeters long. He pulled the woman's two stunningly beautiful legs, no less impressive than Wanwan's, onto his waist, then forcefully pulled her down, causing her to scream. Half of a thick penis was inserted into her vaginal opening. With each thrust, the penis went deeper into her fleshy hole, and the woman moaned wildly with pleasure, her body bobbing up and down in rhythm with the man. Her two round, beautiful breasts bounced back and forth, her nipples circling in the air. After two minutes, the man and woman on the screen changed positions, but this time their faces were exposed to the camera. The man thrusting on the woman's body was Yang Liming. Wanwan had already guessed something. But the woman's appearance and demeanor nearly scared her to death.

It was... her... Master Zhu Yuyan... Seeing Wanwan's incredulous expression, Yang Liming felt a surge of satisfaction. He and Zhu Yuyan had done countless things like this in Yang Gong's treasure vault. This was one of them. He had impulsively filmed it. Unexpectedly, it still has this use now, allowing her apprentice to admire her former glory. This gave Yang, the lecherous wolf, a wave of pleasure. "The pornographic film continues. Yang Liming is frantically thrusting in and out of Zhu Yuyan's body. The screen even clearly shows the dynamics of their genitals merging, the gushing of love fluid, and even the white foam bubbling from their point of penetration."

This showed how excited Zhu Yuyan was at the time. Her extremely lewd appearance was completely different from the master Wanwan remembered. Wanwan had never even imagined her master being pinned down and thrust into her, constantly moaning loudly. After all, her master's image in her mind had always been aloof and cold.

Chapter 205 Wanwan's **Hehe** Secret

Watching Wanwan stare blankly at the video, her beautiful face twitching, Yang Liming was a little worried. Had he aroused her? He couldn't let his momentary prank and wicked thoughts drive such a beauty insane!

"Hey...hey...girl, what's wrong? It's just sleeping with your master. No need for that expression, right?" Yang Liming gently patted Wanwan's cheek and called out in her ear. Wanwan finally snapped out of her daze at Yang Liming's calls. But when she saw the video again, with Zhu Yuyan's buttocks sticking out, being slapped and pounded by the man behind her, she suddenly felt like the sky was falling. She didn't know what she was feeling. She felt like she was going crazy. Like a little wildcat, she jumped out of Yang Liming's arms. The ropes binding her instantly broke, and disregarding the vast difference in their strength,

she frantically pounced on him. "What did you do to my master? What did you do? You dare to humiliate my master! I'll kill you!" Her little paws scratched and clawed at Yang Liming, temporarily forgetting her martial arts skills. "Wait, what are you doing, little girl? Yuyan did it willingly, didn't you see? Yuyan and I are husband and wife. Hey, stop." Yang Liming grabbed her little hand and said. "Liar, liar! Do you know who my master is? What is her status? How could she possibly be interested in a brat like you?" Wanwan's face was contorted, tears welling in her eyes.

"Calm down, you little brat! Don't you even think about why your master gave himself to me?" Yang Liming exerted force, pressing Wanwan down onto the bed he had brought out. Their faces were pressed together, each breathing in the other's scent. Yang Liming's penis, which had just been freed, was now pressed against Wanwan's crotch, separated only by a thin gauze. "Fine, tell me, why?" Wanwan was now completely like a lost little girl, waiting for Yang Liming's answer. She had completely lost her usual composure. "The reason Yu Yan took a liking to me, hehe, is of course because I'm handsome and dashing, my martial arts are high, my talent surpasses the Evil King, and my looks are better than Song Que's..." Yang Liming started off seriously, but then his old habit kicked in, and he boasted and bragged for a while.

It wasn't until he saw sparks flying in Wanwan's eyes that he finally told the truth, recounting what had happened in Yang Gong's treasure vault. It's simply that he possesses a dual cultivation technique that can perfect Zhu Yuyan's Heavenly Demon Art, allowing her to reach the coveted eighteenth level. That's why Zhu Yuyan was willing to submit to him. Of course, he omitted the fact that his first time with Zhu Yuyan in Yang Gong's treasure vault was almost a forced, violent act of dual cultivation, and he didn't even fully reveal that Zhu Yuyan developed feelings for him while they were sitting together. "So that's how it is. No wonder my master was willing to do this with you. It seems you didn't use any dishonorable methods. Haha, that's great." Wanwan laughed after saying that. "What's wrong? Why are you so happy? You looked like you'd just lost your mother." Yang Liming teased. "Master has reached the eighteenth level she dreamed of, of course I'm happy for her. You don't know how much pain Master suffered after being harmed by that bastard Shi Zhixuan. I just feel a little sorry that she submitted to you." Wanwan said with a smile, pouting her little mouth. Unbeknownst to them, their faces were almost touching, and with a slight tilt of her head, she landed a sweet kiss on Yang Liming.

Yang Liming touched his kissed cheek and said, "Hehehe, it seems not only your master is eyeing my dual cultivation technique, Wan'er, you seem interested too. How about we compete with your master for my husband?"

"Hehehe, it doesn't matter, as long as you're not afraid my master will turn against you," Wanwan said, tapping Yang Liming's forehead with her finger. People in the Demonic Sect, compared to ordinary people, don't place as much importance on ethics. Of course, this doesn't mean they enjoy incest. It's just relative. Therefore, Wanwan wasn't angry at Yang Liming's words. If it were another woman, she would have scolded him for disregarding morality. "Hey, you said it yourself," Yang Liming's already fully unleashed member thrust forward slightly, landing precisely between Wanwan's two fleshy mounds. With a little more force, it would probably penetrate straight into Wanwan's tender opening, just through the gauze. Like using the gauze as a condom, it would break through Wanwan's hymen.

As Yang Liming thrust into her, Wanwan's expression suddenly changed. She pushed him away, stood up, and coughed up blood. Her face was pale. "No way! I only thrust a little, could my penis really cause internal injuries?" Yang Liming thought. He quickly went to support her: "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly cough up blood?" "It's all your fault," Wanwan said, rolling her eyes at Yang Liming. She had lost control of her emotions, causing her internal demonic energy to become chaotic. Now she had suffered minor internal injuries. Yang Liming could roughly guess what had happened by feeling her pulse. "Hey, it seems it wasn't my penis that hurt her. You scared me." Startled, Yang Liming's lust was aroused again. He chuckled and said, "My dual cultivation technique can not only help you reach the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art faster, but it can also heal your injuries. It seems it was ordained by Heaven." Before Wanwan could speak, Yang Liming pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to hers. Wanwan struggled slightly, but it was futile. She didn't dislike making love with Yang Liming; after all, he was the only man she had ever been intimate with. Their feelings were naturally different from those of ordinary men. Besides, she did want to reach the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art as soon as possible, so that Shi Feixuan would be no match for her. Then their Yin Kui Sect would be in the limelight. She figured her master, who always prioritized the great cause of the Holy Sect, wouldn't object to her having sex with him.

Having found a reason to comfort herself, Wanwan unknowingly opened her mouth halfway. Yang Liming's tongue quietly slipped inside, slowly licking her gums. When he gently rubbed there with the tip of his tongue, Wanwan felt a strange sense of urgency. His tongue continued to move inward, finally finding Wanwan's little tongue. Wanwan couldn't help but press herself tightly against Yang Liming's body. It was a very long kiss, with Yang Liming's tongue moving freely in Wanwan's mouth. Yang Liming finally pulled his tongue out, and Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Liming leaned his face closer, and when their cheeks rubbed together, she felt a burning heat. Wanwan nestled in Yang Liming's broad arms with a dreamlike feeling. Yang Liming tightened his grip on her waist, and Wanwan then felt something hard pressing against her inner thighs. The more she realized the large penis between Yang Liming's legs, the more she felt the pressure and friction on her lower abdomen, and hot liquid overflowing from her secret cave. Her heart trembled involuntarily.

Yang Liming extended his tongue to her soft earlobe, gently stroking her back as if soothing a baby. He secretly observed Wanwan's expression; she slightly furrowed her brow, tilted her head back, revealing her white throat. Yang Liming's tongue licked slowly from her earlobe to her neck, then to her face, while simultaneously placing his hand on her prominent breasts. Wanwan's body twitched slightly, but she remained still. Her round breasts were now in Yang Liming's palm, her chest rising and falling. Although

her outer garment and bodice were in the way, his hand could easily slip inside. As Yang Liming gradually increased the pressure of his kneading, Wanwan's breathing became heavier. Her slender arms wrapped around Yang Liming's neck. At the same time, Yang Liming's hand slipped quietly under her outer garment, pulling up her bodice. Her breasts, previously covered, were freed and suddenly protruded. They were elastic and the right size. The moment he touched them, Wanwan's whole body trembled, but she immediately began to pant.

Those breathtaking, unattainable breasts, with their pink nipples exposed and the marks of the bodice still visible, only enhanced Yang Liming's senses. He rubbed the entire swollen breast with his five fingers, occasionally gently rubbing the nipple with his index finger. The nipple immediately reacted, hardening and protruding, though not very large. Yang Liming knew it was a virgin's nipple. With astonishing patience, he repeated the same action. Perhaps due to difficulty breathing, Wanwan's head swayed from side to side, constantly emitting small panting sounds, like the buzzing of mosquitoes, which further aroused Yang Liming. Yang Liming lifted Wanwan by the waist and used his thumb and four other fingers of one hand to cup the erect, alluring nipple, gently kneading it. The virgin's breasts gleamed with an elastic sheen, exuding an indescribable allure. His other hand stroked around her navel, along the inside of her long, white thighs, and down to her knees. He felt this method would calm Wanwan down. Her breathing produced painful gasps, but Yang Liming knew perfectly well that they weren't sounds of genuine pain. It was more like a bittersweet pleasure.

Chapter 206 A Vicious Encounter with Wanwan: Her Virgin Milk Splattered Everywhere.

Wanwan bent one hand, placing the back of her hand on her forehead to conceal her lewd expression. Her other hand was raised on her shoulder. Her overall demeanor appeared casual. Yang Liming caressed Wanwan's entire body for a long time. She closed her eyes, her face flushed with excitement, but her expression remained relatively calm. Occasionally, she would forcefully close her mouth, letting out a small moan, and gently twist her lower body.

Yang Liming's gaze shifted to Wanwan's lower abdomen. Her skirt, lifted to form a belt at her waist, accentuated her already fully feminine waist, which swayed to the sides. Her navel was quite full, but her labia majora were particularly prominent, appearing especially fleshy. Yang Liming squinted at Wanwan's alluring secret place, carefully placing his palm on the slightly raised protrusion. In an instant, Wanwan's head jerked back, revealing more of her snow-white throat.

Yang Liming calmly observed Wanwan's attitude, without showing any nervousness or disgust. He increased the pressure on his hand that was stroking her breasts, making Wanwan focus on them. His other hand began to touch Wanwan's round, snow-white buttocks, then gently stroked the center of her petals, pressing down with the thickest part of his palm, and stroking the fleshy mound covered by pubic hair with his five fingers.

It was obvious that Wanwan was experiencing pleasure, an indescribable feeling surging from the most sacred and mysterious part of a woman's body. This feeling intensified as Yang Liming's fingers moved, spreading to every part of her body. Not only that, but warm liquid kept flowing down from the depths of her vagina, the sticky and slippery feeling turning into an itchy sensation, stimulating the tender flesh at the entrance of her secret cave. She couldn't help but moan, "Ah...ah...so comfortable...ah...what if I give it to you today..."

The pleasure kept surging out, and Wanwan's lips relaxed unconsciously, emitting sweet moans that surprised even herself, similar to the master's moans in the video. Immersed in the pleasure of her secret cave being attacked, Wanwan initially felt a little embarrassed, but as the pleasure increased, she had long forgotten her shame and was intoxicated in the vortex of pleasure.

Wanwan thought to herself, "The hole down there is completely wet. Why hasn't this bastard made a move yet?" Although she felt embarrassed thinking this, the indescribable wonderful feeling that enveloped her body when Yang Liming's hand gently caressed the bulge between her thighs made her unable to resist. She felt as if her body was floating in the air, and she could only let Yang Liming do as he pleased.

Yang Liming rubbed her mons pubis, occasionally pressing the tip of his middle finger on a part that might be hidden by a protrusion. To his surprise, her clitoris was already swollen in the pubic hair. He pressed on her clitoris for five or six seconds, and Wanwan kept making sweet moans during the time he pressed, rubbing her body and arching her back, actively and actively pushing her clitoris towards Yang Liming's hand. Yang Liming knew that Wanwan was completely intoxicated by pleasure. He took off her outer shirt, bodice, and skirt around her waist, and Wanwan's body was completely naked in front of him.

Yang Liming exclaimed inwardly, staring intently at the enchantress Wanwan's completely exposed, fair and tender body. He was almost mesmerized, thinking to himself, "This is the enchantress's body?! Truly amazing." Gazing at the flawless, beautiful naked body, he thought of his master's alluring pubic hair. Wanwan was no less impressive than his master. Yang Liming gently stroked Wanwan's thin pubic hair, feeling a sensation he couldn't describe. The pubic hair twirled around his fingers.

Spreading Wanwan's jade-like, fair and rosy thighs, Yang Liming carefully admired her most secret private parts. Suddenly, Wanwan let out a small gasp because Yang Liming pinched her engorged clitoris with his fingers. Wanwan bent one thigh in an attempt to cover her crotch, but when Yang Liming's fingers stroked the cleft of her flesh, she weakly lowered her leg. As Yang Liming stroked her from top to bottom and from bottom to top, he did not forget to gently caress her clitoris with the fleshy part of his fingers.

Yang Liming's voice seemed to come from afar, asking, "Hehe. Little demoness, feeling good? This great hero is about to begin slaying the demon." "You want to slay this demoness... ah... um... then slay her... this demoness... isn't afraid of you..." Wanwan's waist began to tremble slightly, a natural result. A current of pleasure, both painful and itchy, ran from her toes to the tips of her hair, and nectar flowed continuously, making her labia moist.

Yang Liming pressed his middle finger on the wettest opening, applying slight pressure. The labia slipped and parted to the left and right, his fingertip penetrating about a centimeter before becoming too tight to go any further. If he tried to penetrate deeper, Wanwan twisted her waist in refusal, and seemed to wince in pain. The virgin's cute slit was indeed very attractive, and Yang Liming felt immense joy at the thought of conquering it.

Yang Liming kneaded Wanwan's precocious breasts vigorously for a long time, teasing her pink areolas and snow-white, tender skin. Every part of her skin bore the marks left by Yang Liming, who greedily enjoyed her alluring charm. Her shame and fear completely disappeared under such pleasure. Wanwan became a woman in the throes of puberty, desperately pursuing happiness. Her vulva had forgotten the caution of a virgin, just like a mature woman feeling itchy and unbearable in pursuit of a certain feeling. When Yang Liming placed his naked body between Wanwan's legs, his hands did not leave Wanwan's private parts.

When she bent over to look at where her hands were touching, her pubic hair was disheveled, and the fluid gushing from her private parts moistened her labia. The mucous membrane of her vagina was still twitching. She smeared saliva on her other fingers and applied it to the entrance of her vulva. The saliva mingled with the sticky nectar from her labia, creating an intensely itchy sensation. The virgin Wanwan, whose face was originally exquisitely beautiful, now only exuded endless allure.

Wanwan finally straightened her back, her lower abdomen touching Yang Liming's penis. Only when she leaned forward did Yang Liming's hands leave her body, because he needed one hand to support his body while guiding his erect penis with the other. Wanwan experienced the illusion of floating in the air. Due to the light, floating sensation and the numbingly pleasurable feeling, her most feminine cleft was hot and itchy. If he didn't relieve the itching of her labia, she wouldn't be able to settle down.

At this moment, Yang Liming's golden penis touched Wanwan's labia, inserting slightly to test the waters. The wet, sticky membrane tightly gripped the glans, and the stunningly beautiful Wanwan let out a sound clearly indicating pleasure. Taking advantage of this moment, Yang Liming lowered his waist.

Wanwan suddenly struggled, crying out, "It hurts...oh...it hurts...you bad guy...be gentle!"
But the glans had already "plop" fully entered the sacred membrane of her virginity. A tingling sensation ran through Wanwan's head, and she immediately struggled with great force. Yang Liming pressed down on her delicate body. He channeled his burning desire energy into Wanwan's body at maximum power. As the energy flowed in, the pain in Wanwan's vagina immediately lessened. Countless drops of love fluid gushed out like a fountain, wetting the base of both their thighs.

"Ah...ah...I'm going to die...move faster...that feeling...it's coming again...ah," Wanwan groaned, her mind reeling.
Seeing she was enjoying it, Yang Liming thrust into Wanwan's tender opening, teasing her relentlessly. Stimulated, Wanwan nearly reached orgasm. Overwhelmed by her inner energy, she only wanted more pleasure.
Yang Liming said, "Look, that big cock that was inside your master is now going in and out of your body. This scene is memorable. Just one look and I'm moving."
"Ah...don't tease me anymore...ah...come on...good brother...ah...I want...ah!"

Wanwan cried out as she rubbed her breasts while being penetrated. She was completely controlled by the lust within her, wanting only greater satisfaction. As she rubbed, Wanwan felt her breasts swell uncomfortably. At this moment, Yang Liming's hands tightly kneaded Wanwan's white, smooth breasts, and Wanwan only wished that Yang Liming would squeeze them until they burst. Just then, Wanwan felt a surge of pleasure, her breasts trembled, and two streams of milk gushed out, spraying all over her and Yang Liming's hands and bodies.
"Holy crap, no way. Virgin milk, top-quality! A vixen is a vixen!" Yang Liming exclaimed excitedly. Such a beauty was something he might never encounter even after playing with countless women.

Immediately, Yang Liming pinched Wanwan's nipples, letting her milk spray and slide down her jade-like skin. His penis plunged deeply into Wanwan's lower body... Wanwan clung tightly to Yang Liming, the satisfaction in her lower body almost making her faint.
"Ah... harder..."
Yang Liming squeezed her breasts hard, and Wanwan's milk continued to flow out. Yang Liming relentlessly teased Wanwan's sensitive body, trying to make her abandon her modesty and let out even more wanton moans. The woods were filled with Wanwan's joyful, wanton moans and Yang Liming's heavy breathing.
"Ah... thrust harder into Wan'er... ah... fuck Wan'er to death... ah..."
Wanwan was completely lost in her own world, she was trying to seek pleasure, her white jade buttocks tightly following the thrusting of his penis.
"Ah... harder... Wan'er's about to lose it... it's inside Wan'er's belly... ah... milk is spurting out..."
Yang Liming passionately kissed Wanwan's cheeks, saying, "Baby, I'm your good husband, right? You want your husband's big cock, right?"
Wanwan's long, strong legs wrapped around him, her slender waist twisting like a water snake, as she whispered seductively in his ear, "Husband, you're my good husband, my good husband! I want your big cock inside me! You're the best!" Yang Liming lay on her soft, cotton-like body, his lower body occupying her as much as possible, his huge jade stem throbbing inside her narrow body, the large, hot glans pressing hard against her flower bud. Wanwan hugged Yang Liming's buttocks tightly, her jade buttocks thrusting towards him with all her might, loudly moaning: Yang Liming straightened up and forcefully pressed her onto the bed, thrusting his lower body rapidly. Wanwan arched her breasts against him, her slender waist swaying, her jade buttocks eagerly responding to his movements. Her honey pot was warm and moist, the huge jade stem bringing waves of pleasure, flowing down her glistening jade buttocks and onto the sheets already soaked with her milk. The room echoed with the crisp sound of his lower abdomen slamming against her thighs. Wanwan moaned lasciviously, gazing at Yang Liming with ecstasy, her small hands roaming and caressing his body. He was slightly sweating, his inner energy flowing rapidly through his meridians, feeling incredibly comfortable. Yang Liming withdrew his jade stem, making her turn over and lie face down. Wanwan raised her jade buttocks, glistening with love juice, and Yang Liming pressed her head into the pillow with one hand, while the other reached forward to knead her heavy jade breasts, the milk thus soaking the sheets in front of her chest. Yang Liming's glans, brimming with true energy, forced its way through her slippery, honeyed lips and thrust inside. She let out a soft "Mmm." Yang Liming thrust powerfully, as if he wanted to release all his strength, his lower abdomen slamming against her full, jade-like buttocks, creating waves of pleasure.
Wanwan let out a muffled moan, her honey pot contracting and writhing. Yang Liming knew she was about to climax, so he pressed his hands against her shoulders and began a rapid, forceful thrusting motion. [Mmm... Mmm... Mmm~~] Wanwan let out a series of pleasurable moans, finally unable to hold back any longer and ejaculating. Yang Liming continued to grind against her opening and closing flower bud, his hands gently caressing her soft, large breasts, their milk-filled state enhancing the sensation. Wanwan trembled, softly moaning, her lower body gushing with hot waves.
Yang Liming whispered in her ear with a smile, "Wan'er, your lower body is almost a vast ocean..." Wanwan blushed and gave a soft moan in response. Yang Liming then turned her over. Wanwan's starry eyes were half-closed, and she was weak and helpless, letting Yang Liming do as he pleased. Yang Liming bent her legs and pushed them towards his chest, then leaned down and thrust his hips forcefully.
Wanwan gripped Yang Liming, panting heavily, her nails digging deeply into the arms that supported his upper body. Feeling the pain in his hands, Yang Liming thrust even more wildly. After a long while, a soul-stirring moan rang out again. Yang Liming placed her jade legs on his shoulders, slowing down slightly. When he withdrew, only the head of his penis was left between her labia. When he thrust in again, it slammed heavily against her soft clitoris. Her eyes gradually became glazed, and her sighs and moans grew louder.
Yang Liming made Wanwan grasp her breasts herself, ordering her to express milk, while teasing her clitoris. A moment later, Wanwan twisted her delicate body, thrusting her jade buttocks, her honey pot burning hot, seemingly impatient. Yang Liming spread Wanwan's legs wide, gripped her slender waist, and thrust forcefully. She let out pleasurable moans, arching her body to cooperate with Yang Liming.
"Ah, husband, thrust into Wan'er... thrust harder."
"Ah... good... brother... husband... you... fuck Wan'er to death... Wan'er... doesn't want to live anymore... ah... ah... deeper... deeper... ah..."
A tingling pleasure washed over him, and just as he was about to exert himself further, Wanwan screamed and climaxed, her milk gushing out like a fountain. Yang Liming thrust forcefully, and she trembled weakly, but Yang Liming pretended not to notice, his jade stem still thrusting forcefully. Wanwan's weak moans and trembling body only aroused his lust. A surge of intense pleasure washed over him as Yang Liming thrust deeply into Wanwan's sweet little pot, aiming for her clitoris and pumping, saying, "Wan'er, your husband wants you to bear his child!"
Upon hearing this, Wanwan tightly embraced Yang Liming, "My dear husband, I love you the most! Quickly! Shoot into my cunt, I'm willing to bear your child, ah..." Yang Liming thrust a few more times, and finally, his jade stem began to ejaculate, the powerful semen hitting her soft flower. Wanwan trembled involuntarily, her body reaching another climax. Yang Liming's semen filled Wanwan's little hole, causing her abdomen to bulge slightly. Wanwan's heart was filled with desire; she knew that after being impregnated by Yang Liming, she must have conceived his child. Yang Liming lay on top of her, sighing comfortably. Yang Liming picked her up and casually used a wooden plug to seal Wanwan's genitals to prevent semen from leaking out. He sat down on the edge of the bed and made Wanwan kneel between his legs. Wanwan obediently took the jade stem into her mouth inch by inch. The huge jade stem filled her small mouth completely. She swallowed it deeply into her throat and then slowly spat it out, repeating this process until the jade stem was covered with sticky saliva.
Yang Liming comfortably held her head. Wanwan spat out the purplish-red jade stem and then teased it with her nimble tongue, occasionally glancing at him coquettishly. Her bright red tongue wrapped around the purplish-red glans, occasionally gently scooping up the clear saliva flowing from the urethra, and scraping it against the lower part of the glans and the ridges. His breathing became heavy as he carefully watched her movements, making no attempt to hide his pleasure. The jade stem throbbed frequently in her mouth, Wanwan's eyes became even more alluring, and her oral movements became even more ingratiating. Yang Liming gently stroked her cheek with his index finger, carefully savoring the waves of pleasure washing over him. She took the jade stem into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, swallowing and spitting it out vigorously. Under the intense pleasure, Yang Liming, without realizing it, ejaculated into Wanwan's mouth. However, Wanwan actually drank the semen with a satisfied expression. The gurgling sounds she made while drinking the semen caused the jade stem, which had just ejaculated, to become erect again. However, Yang Liming had ejaculated too much semen, and the cloudy white semen flowed down from Wanwan's mouth, mixing with her breast milk on her two large breasts. Yang Liming stroked Wanwan's face and said, "Wanwan said shyly, "Wanwan was speechless and could only blush. She then used her fragrant tongue to carefully clean the remaining semen from his penis. After cleaning, Wanwan pressed his shoulder, leaned forward slightly, and gently rubbed his penis against her vulva. Her snow-white, full breasts swayed in front of Yang Liming, who couldn't help but grasp and knead them, then brought his mouth to Wanwan's large breasts and suckle, tasting her sweet milk. Wanwan's movements became increasingly skilled, and the range of her thrusts grew larger. Warm love juice flowed down his penis to his lower abdomen. Yang Liming pressed the head of his penis against her clitoris, grasped her slender waist, and made circles. Wanwan moaned softly, "Husband, Wan'er wants more, are you still able?"
Yang Liming stroked her thighs while gently thrusting his lower abdomen. Her soft body pressed weakly against him, and she leaned in to bite his earlobe, whispering softly, her body trembling slightly. Yang Liming's heart surged. He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, pulled out the cork, and inserted his penis into Wanwan's vagina, which was filled with semen. He thrust his hips forcefully, pumping in and out.
"Ah...good husband...you're so strong...I...feel so good...so beautiful...oh my god...I'm...coming again...I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm...finished..."
Wanwan underestimated Yang Liming. Her sensitive climax couldn't withstand Yang Liming's impact. Wanwan let out a weak moan. Yang Liming slowed down and began his nine shallow and one deep thrusts. In no time, Wanwan was moaning softly with pleasure. Only then did Yang Liming begin to thrust forcefully, grasping her soft testicles while kissing Wanwan's small mouth. Wanwan's legs were wrapped around his waist, and his penis plunged deep into her warm and lubricated clitoris with each thrust. His lower abdomen slammed against her fair thighs and buttocks, making a slapping sound.
"So comfortable...good husband...good brother...ah...Wan'er wants you...Wan'er wants you to fuck me every day...ah...Wan'er is so beautiful..."
Wanwan hugged Yang Liming tightly, her fragrant tongue came over, he took it in and sucked on it, his waist suddenly swayed violently, his jade stem went in and out of her honey pot quickly, Wanwan frowned, but her expression was extremely happy, and she kept making "mmm" sounds in her throat. Suddenly her honey pot gripped his jade stem tightly, Yang Liming knew that her new climax was about to happen, he slowed down, but his huge glans hit her soft flower core heavily with each thrust, Wanwan seemed to groan a few times in pain, her jade buttocks left the embroidered bed, her honey pot convulsed, and her flower core sprayed out a stream of hot nectar mixed with the semen inside, she released herself strongly. Yang Liming gently rubbed against her flower bud, feeling the warm, moist flesh undulating and the sensation of being immersed in the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, carefully savoring the wonder of her little mouth. "Good husband, you are so brave," Wanwan chuckled softly, flipping over to straddle Yang Liming, then moving her jade buttocks up and down with gentle, skillful movements. Her jade stem quickly entered and exited the moist honey pot, waves of tingling pleasure washing over her. Yang Liming grasped her soft waist, causing her to increase the frequency of her movements. The penis

made a delightful "sizzling" sound as it entered and exited the treasure vulva, warm nectar gushing out, filling the air with an intoxicating fragrance. Wanwan's passion surged, her pretty face flushed, she turned to gently stroke his chest, then leaned in to kiss Yang Liming's cheek. She opened her small mouth and let out coquettish murmurs. The thick, hot jade stem kept entering and exiting her honeyed flesh in a passionate entanglement. The moving pleasure made her softer and softer. She leaned back and supported herself with her hands on his legs, quickly thrusting her slender waist. Her full breasts rippled with waves of milk.
"Oh my god... I lost it again... Ah... Ah... So beautiful... Ah... Ah... How... Oh... Oh... Still losing it... Ah... I'm going to cum... Hmm... Hmm... Oh... Ah... So hard... So long... So hot... It's killing me... Wan'er lost it again... Lost it..."

"Ah... Good husband... You're so strong... This servant... So comfortable... Oh my god... This servant... I'm coming again... I can't take it anymore... Ah... You vixen... It's over..."

Yang Liming thrust forcefully, grasping her soft testicles on both sides while kissing Wanwan's little mouth. Wanwan's legs wrapped around his waist, his big cock deeply penetrating her warm and lubricated honey pot each time, his lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, making a slapping sound.

"So comfortable...good husband...good brother...ah...no wonder Master...want you...I want you too...ah..."

The honey pot slowly tightened, the seemingly countless layers of honey flesh undulating and entwining around the huge jade stem. Suddenly, she cried out softly, trembling a few times, and lay on his chest, whispering sweetly, "Husband, Wan'er is here!" Wan'an's expression was one of ecstasy. The honey pot was scalding hot, the slippery honey flesh enveloping the penis and twitching incessantly. Hot honey liquid gushed out with Yang Liming's thrusts, accumulating into thick foam at the entrance of the vulva. The air was filled with a rich fragrance, further stimulating Yang Liming's passion.
Yang Liming unleashed all his skills, employing every technique he had learned—from eagle hunting rabbits to clam extraction, from farmer clearing land to iron pestle application—causing Wanwan to moan and murmur, cry out in ecstasy, and scream with abandon. Yang Liming himself was also surging with energy, drenched in sweat, before finally releasing his pent-up desire and ejaculating wildly into her body. Her extremely sensitive clitoris, drenched in the scalding semen, couldn't help but climax again, her lower abdomen bulging even more, until she finally fainted from pleasure. Yang Liming withdrew his penis and, embracing the naked Wanwan, drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 207: Morning Training with the Demoness.

Early the next morning, Yang Liming got up early. To be honest, sleeping in the grove was indeed quite pleasant. Of course, the prerequisite was that he had Yang Liming's abilities—so that snakes, insects, and rodents wouldn't dare approach within fifty meters.

Wanwan was still lying there, fast asleep like a naked, adorable little pig. Her sleeping posture was extremely unladylike. Her two thighs were spread wide apart, one of her jade-like legs resting on Yang Liming's waist. A drop of saliva lingered at the corner of her mouth. A hint of fatigue showed between her brows; clearly, Yang Liming's vigorous actions the previous day had caused this vixen considerable "injustice."

However, her sleeping posture, however unladylike, was enough to ignite the madness of any man. Her lower body—the opening from Yang Liming's ravages the previous day—was swollen and red, revealing the tender flesh inside. Her two soft breasts bounced slightly up and down with her breath.
"Yang Liming spread two fingers and pinched one of Wanwan's nipples, giving it a slight upward pull. 'Get up, Wan'er? How long are you going to sleep? Do all vixens like to stay in bed?'"

Stimulated by the outside noise, Wanwan opened her mouth slightly, but ultimately did not wake up. Instead, she pouted. With a roll, she pressed her entire body against Yang Liming's and continued sleeping. In this position, she was lying face-down on Yang Liming. So her two testicles met Yang Liming's chest, pressed into a soft, white pancake by his chest. Her two thighs coincidentally clamped around his ever-erect member, which he always had in the morning. It even shifted occasionally.

"Damn it, a vixen is a vixen, even in bed, she's still seducing men. I have to teach her a lesson!" Yang Liming was enraged by her teasing. He immediately wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lifting her body slightly. He then moved up a little himself. His large penis aimed at the hole he had so badly violated yesterday and gently pushed in. The shaft of his penis slowly, inch by inch, disappeared between Wanwan's legs. The sleeping vixen was completely penetrated by the man's large penis. Seemingly sensing something, she even wiggled her little buttocks twice. The tender flesh inside was still squeezing the head of Yang Liming's big penis. Old Yang almost gasped in pleasure.

Immediately, he rolled over, holding the beautiful flesh in his arms, and pinned the vixen beneath him. The two remained joined together throughout the process. Wanwan also frowned, seemingly clearly sensing the fullness of Yang Liming's big penis in her lower body even in her sleep.
Yang Liming's hands rubbed Wanwan's breasts, pinching Wanwan's nipples, and sucking on the other nipple. After playing with her breasts enough, Yang Liming began to slowly thrust in and out, then gradually increased the speed.
As Yang Liming vigorously thrust his big penis in and out, Wanwan seemed to react. She frowned and hummed softly, her hands unconsciously wrapping around Yang Liming's waist. Seeing that Wanwan was still reacting to being sexually assaulted in her sleep, Yang Liming was overjoyed.
He hoisted Wanwan's legs onto his shoulders and thrust his large penis deep into her vagina, occasionally touching her clitoris and rubbing it against it.
"Mmm... mmm... oh..." As Yang Liming's thrusts became faster and harder, Wanwan began to moan incoherently.
Her beautiful eyes slowly opened. "Ah... ah... you pervert, getting up so early... and already taking advantage of me... oh..." As soon as Wanwan opened her eyes, she saw Yang Liming thrusting into her from below. She immediately cried out.
"Haha, who told you to be so seductive, Wan'er, even in her sleep she knows how to seduce men." Yang Liming finished speaking, slowly pulling out his penis, bringing Wan'er's vaginal muscles and vaginal fluids out with his huge penis. Wan'er also twisted her slender waist unnaturally, seemingly dissatisfied with the withdrawal of his penis, but this dissatisfaction was quickly satisfied. Yang Liming's penis immediately thrust in hard and forcefully again, and with a "plop" sound, another spurt of vaginal fluid was squeezed out, while Wan'er groaned incoherently. Seeing that the thrusting was very smooth, Yang Liming also began to work hard, his thick waist retreating slightly before slamming in hard again, the sounds of vaginal fluids and flesh swaying along with Wan'er's screams and groans echoing throughout the forest. "Oh...oh my god...it's coming again...ah...be gentle...go all the way in...I won't...seduce men when I'm sleeping...ah..."
Wanwan muttered lewd words, her fair and tender body writhing beneath Yang Liming, her lower body thrusting upwards to meet the insertion of his penis. Yang Liming changed positions, hoisting Wanwan's left leg onto his shoulder and pressing her right leg to the side, rubbing Wanwan's left breast while thrusting his lower body hard into Wanwan's vagina. "Hahaha, you're so wet, you vixen. Looks like I've done a great job."
After saying that, Yang Liming pressed his body forward, and Wanwan's lower body rose high with his movement, now Yang Liming
was fiercely fucking Wanwan from top to bottom.
"Look at yourself. Stop yelling. Wan'er, look!" Yang Liming shouted as he thrust into her. Yang Liming's words were like the words of a demon. Wanwan opened her hazy, beautiful eyes and saw her own swaying, full breasts. Looking further ahead, she saw a thick, purplish-red penis thrusting in and out of her pink, tender vagina, with copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushing out, making a mess of the pubic hair on her lower abdomen. "You pervert...you're humiliating...me...ah...I'm...a vixen...I'm not ashamed..."
Yang Liming stopped talking lewdly and simply lifted Wanwan's legs, thrusting his penis in and out repeatedly. Unlike the first time, Yang Liming didn't just thrust straight in; instead, he pierced in from the left, right, up, and down, sometimes even twisting slightly, so that the flesh of his glans could rub more tightly against Wanwan's vaginal walls. For a moment, neither of them spoke, only Yang Liming's soft breathing, Wanwan's undulating moans, and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the wetness of their bodies mingling.
"Oh...be gentle...it's hitting the spot...it'll break...be gentle...good brother...Wan'er...Wan'er can't take it anymore...so embarrassing...ah...so good..."
Yang Liming thrust his penis into Wanwan's body repeatedly with ferocious force, his hands not idle either, each hand gripping Wanwan's swaying breasts tightly, kneading Wanwan's snow-white breasts with the movement of his lower body, the engorged and erect rosy nipples peeking out from between Yang Liming's fingers.
A vixen is a vixen.
Wanwan was born with a treasure cave, her flower core seemed to have a suction force, constantly sucking on the glans that was pounding into her flower core, while slowly opening up, as if to welcome the intruder's invasion.

Yang Liming originally wanted to have sex with her for two hours, but thinking that Wanwan had already been bullied badly by him yesterday, he would let her have it a little easier today. Unable to hold back any longer, Yang Liming mustered his remaining strength and thrust into Wanwan's flower core. His movements were dramatic, his entire penis plunging out and then crashing back into Wanwan's honeyed depths. Endless streams of lustful fluid sprayed out with each thrust, mingling with the sweat covering their bodies.

Wanwan clung to the back of Yang Liming's neck, her slender waist rising to meet his ravaging, moaning incoherently, calling him "good husband" and "big pervert"—a jumbled mess of words. Her instincts told her that only by constantly responding to the man's movements could she achieve greater pleasure. Therefore, Wanwan tightly wrapped her legs around Yang Liming's waist, afraid that his movements would pull out his ecstatic penis.

Yang Liming had reached the crucial moment. Suddenly, he gripped Wanwan's limp buttocks tightly with both hands, lifted her up, and thrust his penis downwards with force. With Wanwan's head thrown back and she screamed, Yang Liming's glans had forced open Wanwan's clitoris. Wanwan felt as if she were being electrocuted; wave after wave of intense orgasm surged from her lower abdomen throughout her body. The tingling, pleasurable sensation almost made Wanwan faint.

"Ah...ah...I'm done for...the vixen is done for..." Ah... "Wanwan suddenly let out a long scream, piercing the morning sky. Her entire body flushed crimson. Her vaginal opening writhed wildly. The opening, which had been completely filled by Yang Liming's penis, suddenly swelled up a little more. Gushes of fluid gushed out. Then it went limp.
At this moment, Yang Liming could no longer hold back. With a roar, he poured all his thick semen into Wanwan's uterus. Wanwan's orgasm hadn't ended yet, and now, doused with the scalding semen, a second wave of orgasm surged through her, leaving her completely dazed.
"How does it feel?" Yang Liming asked, his face close to Wanwan's.

"Very comfortable. It seems that following you was worthwhile, Master," Wanwan said absently. Her body was still convulsing.
"What are your plans for the future? Come back to Pegasus Ranch with me and be my little wife, or continue being your enchantress?" "Yang Liming said.
"Hehehe, I want to be your little wife and continue being my demoness." Wanwan said indistinctly. Then her expression suddenly changed, and she pushed Yang Liming away and got up. The parts that were still connected separated with a pop.

Chapter 208 The Most Handsome Man in the World is Still the Protagonist

(Since everyone still hopes that the protagonist is more handsome, at least not worse than Ba Feng Han, then I will grant everyone's wish. Anyway, this is a small matter for both the protagonist and the author o(∩_∩)o haha~)

"How does it feel?" Yang Liming said, pressing his cheek against Wanwan's.

"Very comfortable, it seems that following you was worthwhile for Master," Wanwan said absentmindedly. Her body was still twitching.

"What are your plans for the future? Come back to Pegasus Ranch with me to be my little wife or continue being your demoness?" Yang Liming said.

"Hehehe, I want to be your little wife and continue being my demoness." "Wanwan mumbled indistinctly. Then her expression suddenly changed, and she pushed Yang Liming away, scrambling to her feet. The two, who had been connected, separated with a pop.

"What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable being connected?" Yang Liming teased.

Wanwan stood on the bed, excitedly clenching her fists. "My Heavenly Demon Skill has improved! I've reached the peak of the seventeenth level! Haha! That's amazing! My nun is no match for me now!"

She jumped and bounced on the bed. Yang Liming immediately grabbed her waving hand and pulled her into his arms, saying, "This is all thanks to me. Aren't you going to thank me?"

"Pop." The vixen planted a kiss on Yang Liming's face. "Are you happy now, Master Yang?"

After kissing Yang Liming, Wanwan shook her head in his arms, saying, "It can enhance your martial arts and make you feel so comfortable. No wonder Master likes you." "I've realized I'm starting to like you too."

"That's right." Yang Liming nodded smugly.

Then, as if remembering something, he said, "Isn't there a guy in your sect named Bian Bufeng? Do you know where he is?"

Wanwan blinked. "Bian Bufeng. I know where he is. What, you have a grudge against him?"

"I'm going to kill him." Yang Liming said calmly.

"Wow, what did he do to you?" Wanwan asked with interest. She also disliked Bian Bufeng. That guy was quite old, yet he still clung to her every day, saying things like he wanted to sleep with her. If it weren't for her master, Zhu Yuyan, protecting Bian Bufeng, her junior brother, and Bian Bufeng's considerable influence in the Yin Kui Sect, Wanwan would have taught him a lesson long ago.

"He didn't offend me, but he offended two of my friends, on their behalf. Of course, it's also because I don't like him." Yang Liming said.

“It’s a female friend, right?” Wanwan chuckled. “Oh. You little vixen, you’re so clever. How did you guess?” Yang Liming said, lightly pinching Wanwan’s delicate chin.

“What’s so hard to guess? You’re a pervert. Bian Bufu is a pervert too. A pervert wanting to kill another pervert would obviously be because of a woman. Would it be because of a man?” Wanwan deduced using her logic.

“Hehe, although your reasoning is as wicked as you are, congratulations, you’ve barely gotten it right,” Yang Liming said.

"A correct answer is a correct answer, what do you mean by 'barely correct'? Humph, people also hate that old geezer. If you want to kill him, he won't stop you. But you'd better think carefully about how to explain it to my master. After all, my master and he are indeed siblings who grew up together since childhood. You could even say that Bian Bufu, that old bastard, was raised by my master. Their relationship is quite deep. Hehe, but don't worry, my master only sees him as a younger brother. Don't get the wrong idea." Wanwan said.

"How could I get the wrong idea? What kind of woman are you, my master? How could you possibly be interested in an ordinary man? At the very least, he would be someone like Evil King Shi Zhixuan or Heavenly Blade Song Que. Bian Bufu is just a nobody. Does he deserve it?" Yang Liming said smugly. The higher his woman's standards, the more outstanding he was.

"Tch, arrogant bastard, so you're just saying in a different way that you're even more powerful than Heavenly Blade Evil King?" Wanwan pretended to be shameless and gave Yang Liming a little look of disdain.

Yang Liming pinched the nipple hanging on her chest and said, "Alright, then tell me, besides fame, I'm currently inferior to them. What else do they have that I'm better at?"

Wanwan stroked her delicate chin, pouted, and thought for a moment. She really couldn't think of any way he was inferior to these two awesome people. Speaking of martial arts, Yang Liming could easily subdue this vixen. He was probably even more powerful than her master, who had already reached the limit of the Heavenly Demon Art. And even if the Heavenly Blade Evil King was powerful, he couldn't be much stronger than her master.

Speaking of literary talent, judging from Yang Liming's appearance, he didn't seem bad either. And he had this vixen completely under his thumb.

Finally, the vixen forced out a reason, saying, "Your appearance is inferior to theirs."

"Really?" Yang Liming asked, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Of course it's true. When they were young, they were known as some of the most handsome men in the world. Especially Song Que. I heard that most men would feel so inferior that they would commit suicide. Although you're quite good-looking too, you're still a little short of being the kind of man who could bring ruin to a country," Wanwan said.

"Hehe, when it comes to looks, no one in the world can compare to me. Don't believe me? Take a look," Yang

Liming said. "You're bragging," Wanwan waved her hands on either side of her face, making a funny face at Yang Liming. She looked quite cute.

"I'm telling the truth, why don't you believe me? I should spank you. I'm just wearing a human skin mask. If I showed my true face, I'd probably seduce you to death," Yang Liming gently patted Wanwan's crystal clear little bottom.

"What? You're wearing a mask? Show me!" Wanwan immediately got up and tried to grab Yang Liming's face. Yang Liming wouldn't let her have her way. He

slapped her hand away, saying, "I'll take it off myself and show it to you. Otherwise, you'll hurt my face." He then rubbed his face a few times before looking up at Wanwan.

Wanwan, who had been wondering what Yang Liming's true face looked like, was instantly captivated when she saw him raise his head again. The enchantress swore she had never seen such a strikingly handsome man's face.

"You're already stunned? I'm not fully equipped yet." Yang Liming took out his most dashing white ancient costume from his storage ring and put it on. Instantly, his image became even more intoxicating.

He was about 185 centimeters tall, with a handsome face comparable to Apollo, his sword-like eyebrows revealing a hint of murderous intent, and his dark eyes seemingly absorbing all light—in short, a face no human could possess. And in the ancient costume, he appeared even more elegant and extraordinary.

"How is it?" Yang Liming asked, striking a pose with an air of swagger. His overall appearance hadn't changed much. He'd only altered a small part with the Hundred Illusions Mask. This small change, however, brought him closer to being the most handsome man in the world. As for whether the Hundred Illusions Mask was his real appearance, he didn't care. Because the Hundred Illusions Mask had long since become one with him. The Hundred Illusions Mask was him. He was the Hundred Illusions Mask. He could become ugly if he wanted to, and beautiful if he wanted to. He could become a woman if he wanted to, and a man if he wanted to… uh… I digress… Anyway, Yang Liming would never become a transvestite. Fortunately, Wanwan wasn't a girl who judged by appearances. Whether a man was handsome or not might have some influence on her, but not much. She quickly recovered, patted her chest, and said, "I think if I go out looking like this, Song Tiandao's title of the most handsome man in the world will probably change hands. Wan'er's man is indeed different. Hehe."

"Hehe. Is it that good-looking? Then I'll just go out with this face from now on. Who told me to be so pretty?" Yang Liming said, stroking his chin. For someone who could change his appearance at will… Looks aren't really that important. But since he's already like this, and considering that handsome guys seem to have an advantage when it comes to picking up girls, he'll just stick with this appearance. Anyway, no one's going to complain if they're any better looking. Now that Bai Huan has gradually become one with his body, changing his appearance won't cause that slight discomfort he used to feel.

"Oh, right, I've got it!" Wanwan suddenly slapped her palm. "Looking like she's come up with some cunning scheme. Her eyes are darting around." Yang Liming was very familiar with this look. He always acted like this when he was plotting against people.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want someone to suffer?" Yang Liming asked.

"Hehehe, yes. I've got it. Husband, you've become so handsome. Can you do Wan'er a favor?" Wanwan came over and shook Yang Liming's arm.

"What is it? You've given me the person. What could I possibly refuse?" "Yang Liming said.

"I want you to seduce Shi Feixuan, hehe, that's the nun Shi. Make her fall hopelessly in love with you, that would be best. If that doesn't work, take her to your bed and ravage her, okay?" Wanwan laughed. "No way, Shi Feixuan is your enemy, you're giving your husband to your enemy?" Yang Liming said strangely.

"Hehe, I just can't stand her acting like she's some kind of fairy. Like the whole world revolves around her. I want to see if she'll still act like she's some kind of fairy when her husband is holding her big ass and fucking her hard." Chapter

209 Rescuing the Beauty:

Wanwan left, saying she was going to chat with her nun. After all, she had now entered the realm of subtlety, completely overshadowing Shi Feixuan. If she didn't take this opportunity to get revenge, when would she? Since Yang Liming had already thoroughly taken advantage of her, he naturally wouldn't shamelessly follow her anymore. He tidied himself up and prepared to wander around somewhere else. He had finally come out, and he didn't want to go back without having done anything. Besides, there wasn't anything major happening at the Pegasus Ranch right now.

With the mindset of wandering around, Yang Liming traveled slowly. Along the way, he dealt with several bandits and thieves, and soon arrived in Xiangyang. He originally wanted to sneak into the house of the boss of Xiangyang City to see what his... What kind of beauty was this second enchantress? But he quickly dismissed the idea; Bai Qing'er would be his sooner or later, there was no rush. He

continued on his way, and after a while, he had leisurely walked nearly three miles, leaving Xiangyang City behind. He entered a small grove outside Xiangyang City. But at that moment, he heard shouts of battle outside.

Watching a spectacle is in the nature of Chinese people, and Yang Liming was no exception. He immediately quickened his pace, instantly bursting through the grove and arriving at the open field outside. Sword energy and blade light immediately came into view; it seemed that more than ten groups of people were fighting. Upon closer inspection, he was stunned. It turned out that these more than ten groups, totaling over three hundred martial arts figures, were only attacking one person—none other than Ba Feng Han.

After careful recollection, it seemed there was such a passage in the original work, but Shuanglong intervened to save this cool foreign guy. However, Shuanglong had long since been sent to the world of Little Li Flying Dagger. It was likely that Ba Feng Han wouldn't be able to save his life easily. As for him intervening to save him, that was simply impossible; he was already being generous by not taking advantage of the situation and killing Ba Feng Han.

Under the raised torches, more than ten groups of people from different gangs and sects were neatly distributed in all directions in the open field outside the forest, surrounding Ba Feng Han in the center, constantly sending people to join the siege using a rotation tactic.

Ba Feng Han had two or three bloodstains on his body, and although he looked slightly tired, he still moved like the wind, advancing and retreating freely under the attack of seven or eight people. The sword in his hand reflected the torchlight, flashing incessantly; wherever the sword's edge struck, someone always suffered.

At this moment, a delicate female voice called out, "Second-in-command of the Yichun Sect, please send men to attack!"

A group of four immediately rushed out, wielding two spears and two axes, unleashing a series of fluid and skillful moves that trapped Ba Feng Han, who was trying to escape, in place.

Yang Liming looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in white with flowing hair, a graceful figure, and a captivating beauty. In the blazing firelight, her long, slender eyebrows reached her temples, her skin was like jade, and her face was like a painting—truly beautiful.

Beside her were eight female warriors, eight young women in imposing yellow outfits, long swords slung across their backs, protecting her in the center.

She was clearly the overall commander of this attack on Ba Feng Han; just by watching her move her troops and her perfectly timed interception of Ba Feng Han, it was clear she was a formidable figure.

'This beautiful woman must be Zheng Shuming, the widow of Jiang Ba, the former leader of the Great River Alliance, and now the leader of the Great River Alliance.' Yang Liming thought to himself, looking at the white-clad woman directing the attack on Ba Feng Han. "

That Zheng Shuming is indeed something else. A true powerhouse." Under her command, her subordinates took turns attacking Ba Feng Han, not aiming to kill him, but simply to wear down his stamina and inner energy. Hundreds of martial artists, large and small, formed a strange formation, trapping Ba Feng Han and preventing his escape.

Soon, Ba Feng Han was being overwhelmed, barely able to catch his breath. He had been at this point for over an hour, and even with his high level of skill, he was nearly exhausted. Under normal circumstances, these martial artists, none of whom had even reached the advanced stage, would have been nothing more than trash to him. But now, under the perfect command of a woman, they were practically wearing him down.

"This won't do," Ba Feng Han thought. He roared, conjuring waves of sword energy that forced his attackers away, and then launched a counterattack. With a single sword strike, he killed over a dozen henchmen and severely injured two minor experts at the Great Perfection of the Acquired Realm. However, he was also stabbed several times by individuals waiting for an opportunity. Although his protective true energy deflected the attacks, it thinned his protective aura further.

Zheng Shuming, seeing Ba Feng Han suddenly unleash his power, curled her lips slightly, revealing a hint of disdain. She continued to calmly command her subordinates. She had several hundred men with her; she could afford to wait. Ba Feng Han, on the other hand, was losing strength with each passing minute. No one's strength is limitless. She could already see that Ba Feng Han was running out of stamina. Unless he broke through quickly, he would surely be surrounded and killed.

"Zheng Shuming, you filthy woman! You killed your husband, didn't you? I didn't rape you! You forced me to do this! So what if I use this technique today?" Ba Feng Han deflected everyone around him with a single sword strike, made a strange hand gesture, roared, and suddenly his face turned bright red. A strange, bloodshot glint flashed in his eyes. The veins on his body seemed to bulge. His once handsome face now bore a more

ferocious look. Yang Liming, lying on a tree, gnawing on a chicken leg and watching the spectacle, glanced at Ba Feng Han with interest. (Don't misunderstand, Old Yang doesn't have that kind of hobby.) He clearly sensed that Ba Feng Han's aura had suddenly intensified. His power, which had only just reached the early mid-stage of the Innate Realm, had risen sharply, instantly breaking through the expected level of the mid-stage of the Innate Realm and reaching the late stage. And it was still increasing.

"Wow, this is so similar to my explosion," Yang Liming thought. But he could also clearly sense some differences.

"Stop him!" Zheng Shuming shouted, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. She suddenly sensed a trace of danger emanating from Ba Feng Han.

Hearing her call, four of her subordinates immediately stepped forward: two late-stage Acquired Realm cultivators and two peak-stage Acquired Realm cultivators. The four formed a strange formation, attacking Ba Feng Han from different directions.

"Die, all of you!" Ba Feng Han's eyes had turned bloodshot. The surrounding aura suddenly shone brightly, surging towards the four people like waves. The moment the four touched the aura, they were sent flying like soccer balls, coughing up blood in mid-air. They were practically half-dead.

"The peak of the late-stage Innate Realm. I'm afraid that's about the same level as Wanwan before she started cultivating with me," Yang Liming thought. However, he also understood. Although Ba Feng Han had temporarily gained this power through some unknown technique, it was definitely not sustainable. Moreover, there were limitations; power couldn't increase for no reason. Otherwise, he would have used it long ago.

The unleashed power of Ba Feng Han was almost unstoppable. Originally, those people could have surrounded him in formation, but now it was completely ineffective. Ba Feng Han had forcefully broken through them with brute force. Every formation has its limits. Ba Feng Han at the mid-stage of the Innate Realm almost had the power to forcefully break through. But a little bit is still a little bit. So he was beaten helplessly by those who were attacking him. Now, with his temporary late-stage innate abilities, Ba Feng Han was no longer lacking. He was completely unaffected by their encirclement.

However, his temporary power-boosting technique was similar to Yang Liming's explosive attack, with a clear time limit. He was now more focused on breaking through.

"Mr. Zuo, tell Mr. Fang to go and support him. Don't let him break through. Most martial arts techniques that temporarily and significantly boost power lack staying power," Zheng Shuming frowned, observing Ba Feng Han for a while before instructing him again.

"This girl's judgment is quite accurate. No wonder these guys are willing to work for her, even though she's a woman," Yang Liming muttered to himself, considering taking her in. While she was a beautiful young woman, she was slightly below Yang Liming's standards. (Comment: This kid's tastes have gotten too picky.) Besides, she wasn't a famous beauty in the Tang Dynasty, so he hadn't considered her. But seeing her so dashing and capable on the field just now, he was actually tempted.

Although Zheng Shuming's command was excellent and she had a complete grasp of the situation, she overlooked one thing: her own safety. She knew that Ba Feng Han hated her to the core. If it weren't for her command, how could these lackeys have driven him to this point? He was forced to use this technique that unleashed his power, which came at a great cost. He would likely only have less than half his peak strength left for the next six months. This would be a devastating blow to him, who was determined to defeat Bi Xuan and Yang Liming. And even if he escaped today, how would he face the pursuit of his other enemies with only half his power? (Poor kid. Too many enemies. Who told you to cause trouble without enough ability? Do you think you're the protagonist?) "Zheng Shuming, you... I, Ba Feng Han, will pull you out of this alive!" Ba Feng Han suddenly shouted.

Completely disregarding the other attacks, he charged madly towards the female marshal commanding the field. His protective inner energy was at its peak, blocking all the attacks. Although he took many blows, the attackers were not very powerful, so he only suffered minor internal injuries.

Zheng Shuming, a hundred meters away, saw Ba Feng Han's bloodshot eyes and frenzied appearance and felt a chill.

How far is a hundred meters? It takes an average person fifteen seconds to run. But for Ba Feng Han, who had reached the peak of the Innate Realm, a second was enough, even more than enough, when he ignored the attacks of those around him. Several female generals and two old men beside Zheng Shuming reacted first and took the lead in blocking in front of Zheng Shuming.

"Get out of my way, all of you!" Ba Feng Han's true energy surged forth, almost freezing the surrounding air. The female generals didn't utter a sound, all flying backward. The two old men were quite formidable, practically at the Innate Realm. Their combined attack left two three-inch sword wounds on the defenseless Ba Feng Han. But that was all. Each of the old men was struck in the chest by Ba Feng Han's palm, coughing up blood as they flew away. Fortunately, Ba Feng Han was also nearing exhaustion and hadn't wasted his true energy on them. Moreover, he had lost his sword earlier. He barely managed to save their lives, but they had both fainted. Zheng Shuming reacted quickly. As Ba Feng Han knocked the two old men away, she leaped onto a tree, using her lightness technique to retreat.

Ba Feng Han wasn't about to let her succeed. He also kicked off the tree, and as it collapsed, he shot towards her like an arrow.

Mid-air, Zheng Shuming's face was pale. She could already feel the fierce wind generated by Ba Feng Han's true energy behind her. If Ba Feng Han were to slam her down from the sky, she would definitely perish, and die a gruesome death.

The members of the Great River Alliance roared and chased after the two, but they could no longer stop Ba Feng Han for Zheng Shuming.

Just as Ba Feng Han was about to kill Zheng Shuming with a single palm strike, an aura much stronger than Ba Feng Han's emerged. Ba Feng Han's expression changed drastically. His palm, which was about to strike Zheng Shuming, was caught by a large hand. Moreover, judging from the power emanating from that hand, even in his explosive state, he felt invincible.

The two palms made contact, and Ba Feng Han groaned. He flew and crashed into a large tree behind him. He barely managed to look in Zheng Shuming's direction and saw an excessively handsome man holding Zheng Shuming, whom he had been chasing for half a day, in his arms. This man looked very familiar, but Ba Feng Han couldn't remember who he was. (Yang Liming has improved his image a little. Actually, not by much. But he's about the same as Song Que of the Heavenly Blade.)

"Brother Ba Feng, you have no sense of chivalry." Yang Liming said calmly, holding the pale-faced Zheng Shumin in his arms.

"It's you." Ba Feng Han seemed to remember something. He spat out a mouthful of blood and quickly fled in another direction. He could already feel the aftereffects of the explosion within his body starting. If he didn't run now, he wouldn't be able to leave.

Chapter 210 Song Yuhua

"Where are you going?" The people of the Great River Alliance also seemed to have noticed his weakness. They separated a group of people and chased after him.

"All of you, come back here." Zheng Shumin, in Yang Liming's arms, finally came to her senses. She quickly stopped the men who wanted to chase after Ba Feng Han. She knew better than anyone that even if Ba Feng Han was now exhausted, it wasn't something that could be chased at will. Now that he had broken out of the encirclement, it would be difficult to kill him.

Hearing her order, the men immediately stopped. It was clear she still held considerable influence.

"Young master, could you... could you... put me down?" Zheng Shuming's pretty face was flushed, and she asked Yang Liming shyly. She clearly looked like a girl in the throes of spring fever.

There was no way around it; Yang Liming's current appearance was simply too irresistible. Zheng Shuming was only in her early twenties, still a young girl, and what young girl doesn't fantasize about handsome men? Especially someone as outrageously handsome as Yang Liming. (A spectator commented: "This kid's such a show-off.") Of course, his good looks alone wouldn't have driven Zheng Shuming to this state. What truly had a powerful impact was that Yang Liming had just happened to be there to save the damsel in distress.

Handsome beyond belief, a hero saving a damsel in distress, and possessing unparalleled martial arts skills—three weapons with a combined destructive force of a thousand times ten thousand. Unless she was a femme fatale of the highest caliber, what woman could withstand that? Zheng Shuming was in that state right now. Seeing that the man who had saved her at the last second was someone she'd only ever dreamed of, made her head spin a little.

Fortunately, she wasn't anything extraordinary. The woman quickly regained her senses. Although she inexplicably felt comfortable in Yang Liming's arms, her girlish shyness compelled her to get down. Yang Liming took a deep breath and shook his head slightly. His face was

indeed incredibly attractive. This beautiful young woman looked like the kind you'd fall for. But he couldn't continue taking advantage now, or his favorability would plummet. After all, this beautiful young woman wasn't a lovesick fool.

Just as Yang Liming put the little girl down, he heard shouts coming from afar. "It's Ba Feng Han, don't run!" "Damn, this guy has enemies everywhere. He just escaped from one enemy, and now someone else is chasing him. But given his condition, he's probably in grave danger," Yang Liming thought.

"May I ask your name, sir? I am Zheng Shuming from the Changjiang Alliance. Thank you for saving my life..." "

Zheng Shuming stammered. It's not just that she's beautiful, but the timing of her appearance is also perfect. Was she just trying to seduce this beautiful young woman so soon after her husband's death that she'd have an affair?

" "So, you're the renowned Zheng, famous for her beauty in the martial world. Hahaha, I've heard so much about you… oh… no… I mean, your reputation." Yang Liming said, adopting a gentlemanly demeanor. He'd even had Xiaobai conjure a folding fan to make him look handsome, and now, at first glance, he really did look quite convincing. It completely concealed his extremely lecherous nature. Those who didn't know him well wouldn't be able to tell.

"I… young master, you've heard of me." Zheng Shuming said, biting her lower lip, flattered. She glanced at Yang Liming, looking every bit the unsatisfied, charming widow.

"It's only natural that you've heard of Zheng, the Lady-in-Waiting. There are only a handful of truly outstanding women in the world, and Lady Zheng is one of them. How could I not have heard of her?" "Yang Liming looked directly into Zheng Shuming's eyes.

Zheng Shuming felt uncomfortable under his gaze and avoided his eyes, saying in a slightly mocking tone, "Hehe, I'm not that kind of person. Young master, you're only praising me, but you haven't even told me your name yet."

"I am Yang Liming. I was so shocked when I saw Master Zheng's splendid face that I forgot for a moment. Please forgive me." Yang Liming shook the fan in his hand. His suave demeanor made all the men present want to slap him to death.

"It's you!"

"What's wrong? Am I that famous?" Yang Liming looked at Zheng Shuming.

"Of course you're famous, young master. I'm afraid there aren't many people in the martial arts world who don't know you. No wonder your martial arts are so high. Including this time, young master has done my Great River Alliance and me a great favor for the second time." Zheng Shuming said.

"The second time?" Yang Liming looked at Zheng Shuming, puzzled. He'd only done her a favor once, hadn't he? And just now. "

Young master, please return to the village with me, so I can fulfill my duty as host and explain the situation to you," Zheng Shuming said, seeing Yang Liming's confused expression. A small hint of expectation flickered in her eyes, though she managed it well. However, Yang Liming, having reached the realm of the celestial, could clearly see it.

"Damn. This beautiful young woman is practically throwing herself at me. I'm so impressed. Super handsome guys are treated differently than ordinary handsome guys. Why was I never treated like this before? Chasing a woman required half-force, using the Emperor's Inner Classic to conquer her first. Sigh…it seems becoming more handsome really does have its benefits," Yang Liming sighed.

"Alright. Then I'll trouble you a little, Master Zheng. I happen to have nowhere to go. Master Zheng's offer to take me in is naturally a welcome surprise. " "Yang Liming laughed. His face, almost devastatingly handsome, leaned slightly closer to Zheng Shuming, causing her to suddenly gasp for breath and take a few steps back. She patted her chest lightly with her small hand.

"Hehe, what's wrong? Boss Zheng. Am I that scary?" Yang Liming asked.

Zheng Shuming glanced at him knowingly; she didn't believe Yang Liming didn't know why she had retreated. She instructed her men to clean up the mess, and then walked side by side with Yang Liming, slowly heading towards Xiangyang City. That was also their territory.

After entering Xiangyang City, everyone gradually dispersed. Although they were Zheng Shuming's subordinates, they couldn't possibly live together. Finally, only Zheng Shuming remained, leading Yang Liming to a large mansion in the city center.

"Brother Yang, please come in," Zheng Shuming said to the gate. The two chatted as they walked, quickly becoming acquainted. After all, both had feelings for each other, so it was easy to get to know each other quickly. Along the way, Yang Liming learned why Zheng Shuming had mentioned being kind to him twice. Rumors circulated in the martial world that the Four Great Bandits had been utterly defeated by Yang Liming's army from the Flying Horse Ranch, suffering heavy losses. And since the Four Great Bandits were their Great River Alliance's greatest enemies, the claim of being kind was somewhat plausible.

"Shuming, you are the hostess, please go first," Yang Liming said. Zheng Shuming didn't insist and entered first. Yang Liming followed behind Zheng Shuming, his lustful eyes fixed on her large buttocks. He secretly regretted not having taken the opportunity to grope her when he rescued her. However, this thought had barely formed when he immediately suppressed it. 'Judging from the current situation, this pretty widow is clearly in heat. If I can seize the opportunity when she's newly deceased and feeling empty inside, I can touch her however I want later. What's there to regret?' He recalled how that Henan ore merchant Zheng Shiru in the original story also seduced this pretty widow, but now, with his intervention, that Zheng Shiru has no chance to appear in this pretty widow's life.

The two had just stepped through the door when a middle-aged woman who looked like a maid approached Zheng Shuming, bowed, and said, "Madam, Madam Xie has arrived and is waiting for you in the living room."

"What, it's Sister Yuhua?" Upon hearing the middle-aged woman's words, a hint of joy flashed in Zheng Shuming's eyes, and she inexplicably blushed. She didn't know why.

After her joy subsided, Zheng Shuming remembered she had a guest beside her and looked at Yang Liming awkwardly. She had been saved by this man in a moment of crisis, and although she knew he had a woman, she still inexplicably felt a slight longing for him. Now, as she brought him home to entertain him, other guests arrived, and she didn't know who to serve first.

"Hehe, Shuming, don't be troubled. Let's go see that Madam Xie first," Yang Liming said.

"Alright. Then I'm sorry to trouble you, Brother Yang." Zheng Shuming breathed a sigh of relief and instructed the middle-aged woman to arrange a superior room for Yang Liming. She then went to the central hall of the mansion. As

soon as Yang Liming arrived at the guest room that Zheng Shuming had arranged for him, he dismissed the middle-aged woman. He sat down and muttered to himself, "Madam Jie, Sister Yuhua, could it be Song Tiandao's eldest daughter? Song Yuzhi's older sister? The original novel seems to mention that her relationship with Zheng Shuming is unusual. This must be her. Hahaha, two famous young wives from the Tang Dynasty gathered together, this is going to be fun."

Chapter 211 The Lily Between Song Yuhua and Zheng Shumin

. Yang Liming temporarily suppressed his restless desire to hunt for women. He quietly cultivated his internal energy on the bed for a while. His mind entered the supreme state of oneness with heaven and man. He didn't know how much time had passed, maybe a minute or an hour. Suddenly, Yang Liming's extremely sensitive ears twitched. All the sounds around him entered his ears. At first, he didn't pay attention to anything, after all, with his current level of skill, this was normal, and it happened almost every time he cultivated. However, when a strange sound entered his ears, he immediately couldn't sit still. Because this sound seemed to be... like... the moans of two women. One of them sounded very familiar; it was Zheng Shuming's voice, the one he had just parted ways with. The moans, though faint, still conveyed her pain and pleasure. He abruptly opened his eyes: "Damn it, what's going on? Did some 'silly' thief target and rape her right after we parted? I have to go check." Just as Yang Liming was about to pull himself out of his trance, he was drawn to the voices of the two groaning women. From their conversation, Yang Liming immediately realized that the two women hadn't been raped. Instead… uh… they were having sex.

He heard Zheng Shuming say, "Ah… ah… oh… Hua Mei, you've become so naughty… harder… uh… ah… little girl… it really is that eunuch Jie Wenlong… not satisfying you… making you… so… so wanton… oh… don't pull my clitoris…"

"Sister Ming… lick harder… ah… ah…" another woman's voice rang out after Zheng Shuming finished speaking. Yang Liming deduced that it was definitely Song Yuzhi's sister, Song Yuhua, from the legend.

"I can't take it anymore, I have to go see what they're doing. Hehehehe." Yang Liming vanished from the room in an instant. For him, martial arts were naturally for self-defense and fighting, but their primary purpose was for picking up girls and stealing kisses.

He stealthily approached the source of the sound. Soon he passed a small stone path and a place that clearly resembled a hall, heading towards the inner courtyard.

"Ah...ah...ah...oh...Hua-mei...don't stick your tongue in...ah..."

"Ming-jie, you've already...ah...ah...um...your tongue...inside me...it...it..."

The two women's voices grew closer with Yang Liming's footsteps. And as he ran, a large tent was clearly erected between Yang Liming's legs. Although he had seen plenty of lesbian relationships—his women often did it, and he had even taught them—he had never seen a woman who wasn't his woman engage in lesbianism before. Now he was going to broaden his horizons. Inside the inner courtyard, there was no one; Zheng Shuming had clearly sent them all away. After all, this wasn't exactly a respectable affair. Yang Liming wandered around the inner courtyard, pinpointing the room from which the sound was coming. He walked over, his erection prominent. He made a hole in the window and peered inside. The scene was exactly as Yang Liming had predicted. Zheng Shuming was engaged in a passionate encounter with another woman.

Zheng Shuming was undeniably beautiful, but compared to the woman performing oral sex on her, she paled in comparison. That woman, in terms of looks alone, was probably on par with women like Shen Luoyan. Moreover, she possessed a quiet and refined demeanor, making her quite alluring. If Yang Liming hadn't witnessed it firsthand, he probably would never have believed that such a demure woman could engage in such wanton and provocative acts. Truly, appearances can be deceiving!

The two passionate lovers in the room were unaware that they were being spied on. Instead of their usual 69 position of mutual licking, they switched to Song Yuhua on top, with Zheng Shuming's legs spread wide.

"Sister Hua, you go first this time... oh..." Zheng Shuming lay on the bed, spreading her jade-like legs wide, revealing her drool-filled opening to the demure Song Yuhua. This action allowed Yang Liming outside to clearly see her secret place.

"Sister always goes first. But Yuhua agreed," Song Yuhua said with a grin, touching her own crotch and then Zheng Shuming's. She then licked her fingers, which were covered in their love juices.

These suggestive actions stirred Yang Liming's heart, almost causing him to lose control and rush in to rape them.

Inside the room, Song Yuhua lowered her head and bit Zheng Shuming's nipple hard. Zheng Shuming, whose nipples were already erect, let out a series of soft moans. Zheng Shuming held Song Yuhua's head with her slender hands, enjoying this sadomasochistic pleasure.

Song Yuhua kissed her entire body, slowly moving downwards until she reached between Zheng Shuming's open legs, sucking on the opening.

Then, she interlaced two fingers and thrust them deeply into Zheng Shuming's tight passage, moving in and out rapidly.

Outside, Yang Liming saw Zheng Shuming, who had been chatting and laughing with him, lying on the bed in a "spread-eagle" position, her long, white legs spread wide, shamelessly revealing her tender vulva. Within her beautiful passage, lustful fluids flowed continuously, glistening like dewdrops on her exquisite labia. Two slender, jade-like fingers of Song Yuhua were greedily gripped in the middle of the hole, sucking on them. Even Yang Liming was envious. Wouldn't it be even better if it were his own penis? What a waste!

Song Yuhua was clearly very experienced with using her hands on women. Her two delicate fingers moved rapidly in and out of Zheng Shumin's vagina, drawing out a large amount of vaginal fluid. Her entire hand glistened with the fluid, incredibly alluring.
Zheng Shumin's legs swelled, her eyes fixed on Song Yuhua's fingers, which moved in and out of her vagina like a man's penis. She cried out, "Ah... Ah... Ah
..." Her snow-white calves even showed signs of cramping. A trickle of saliva even dripped from her pretty face. "Faster... Faster, insert it into my vagina... I'm coming... Ah..." Zheng Shumin cried out.
Song Yuhua didn't disappoint her. Two fingers became three, then quickly became three, almost half her hand was inside. Fortunately, her hands were exceptionally small and delicate; otherwise, it would have aroused suspicion. He brutally tore open Zheng Shumin's vagina.

"Ah..." A scream rang out. Zheng Shumin shivered uncontrollably, then went limp.
After a while, Zheng Shumin regained her strength. Looking at Song Yuhua, whose hands were getting tired from the insertion, she smiled and pushed her down.
As for what she did next...

Yang Liming, watching from outside, witnessed this captivating scene. The beautiful and alluring leader of the Dajiang Alliance and the charming young lady of the Song family, their bodies tightly intertwined, a picture filled with erotic beauty.

Zheng Shumin's fingers were slowly thrusting in and out of Song Yuhua's most intimate place, causing Song Yuhua's fluids to gush out from his hands. Zheng Shuming breathed softly, deeply kissing Song Yuhua's red lips, his kisses descending from her snow-white, slender neck. His wet, slippery tongue lightly licked her soft, white breasts, all the way up to her high, firm nipples. His teeth gently bit the soft, elastic peaks, his tongue tracing the rosy nipples, gently taking them into his mouth.

He held Song Yuhua like a baby, while his left hand grasped her other soft, slippery breast, kneading and shaping it in his hand. His right hand moved quickly in and out of her tight, secret place, sometimes gently probing deep inside, touching her most sensitive areas.

"Damn, judging from their familiar and practiced manner, this is obviously not their first time. It seems their husbands are all useless bastards, actually forcing their wives to have sex with other women," Yang Liming thought from outside.

Under Zheng Shuming's skillful manipulation, Song Yuhua's soft moans grew louder and louder, gradually rising in pitch. The glistening fluid in her tender orifice evaporated as her fingers moved in and out rapidly, filling the air with a sensual scent.

"Ah..." Suddenly, Song Yuhua let out a scream. Then she went limp. Clearly, she too had been brought to orgasm by the finger stimulation.

Zheng Shuming climbed onto Song Yuhua's body, embracing her and pressing their nipples together, saying, "Hua-mei, is it comfortable?" "Mmm." Song Yuhua nodded. Then, suddenly, a few clear tears streamed down her face. Seeing this

, Zheng Shuming quickly wiped away her tears, saying, "That damned eunuch Xie Wenlong, if he weren't forced into it, who would want to only sleep with women? Poor girl, even your virginity was lost by yourself."

"What?" Yang Liming, who was outside considering whether to rush in and satisfy these two unsatisfied young women, was stunned by Zheng Shuming's words. Then he continued to stand obediently in place, listening to what they would say next. After all, the phrase "even losing her virginity herself" ignited Yang Liming's curiosity, even with his erect penis.

This guy was quite the gossip, and when it came to something that interested him, he was no less enthusiastic than any woman who loved gossip.

Chapter 212: Give Me an Aphrodisiac Welcome .

Yang Liming pricked up his ears and heard Zheng Shuming sigh.

"Yuhua, you've really been wronged. Why didn't you tell your father? Maybe he would help you."

"Sister Ming, you don't understand my father's character. Since he married me off to my husband, he couldn't possibly take back his promise. Although Xie Wenlong is no longer able to have sex, he is still my husband. I can only blame my bad luck." Song Yuhua said with tears in her eyes.

"What do you mean blame your bad luck? If he hadn't gone out and fooled around on your wedding night, you wouldn't have ended up like this, and you've suffered so much." Zheng Shuming said indignantly. She was a widow, so she naturally understood the pain of a widow. In ancient times, even in the relatively open-minded late Sui Dynasty, a woman who didn't want to be branded a harlot had to be obediently loyal to her husband, even if he was no longer a man.

"Alright, let's not talk about these unhappy things. We're both unlucky. Let's talk about something else. Ming-jie, you said you met a man who made your heart flutter today. Is that true? Yu-hua knows it's not easy for a man to win your heart." Song Yu-hua teased, regaining some of her composure. "Hehe, little girl, why

are you in such a hurry to know? Have you found a new love and started to dislike Ming-jie? Want a man to seduce Ming-jie?" Zheng Shu-ming pinched the cherry-like tip of Song Yu-hua's breast.

"Hey! Sister, what nonsense are you talking about? I'm serious. Didn't you say that even the most enjoyable time with a woman can't compare to even a fraction of the pleasure with a man? If Ming-jie finds someone she likes, she won't have to live a life of widowhood like Yu-hua. Yu-hua will be very happy." Song Yu-hua exclaimed sweetly.

"Then thank you, Sister Yuhua. The man I've chosen is truly outstanding. He's practically a monster among men..."

Zheng Shuming then recounted the day's events to Song Yuhua with great enthusiasm. This included her near-death experience at the hands of Ba Feng Han, and Yang Liming's heroic rescue. She emphasized Yang Liming's martial arts skills and appearance at the end.

In this chaotic world, women value a man's martial prowess most, followed by his character and looks.

A man possessing both handsome appearance and exceptional martial arts skills could absolutely captivate most women in the world.

Think of the original "Twin Dragons of the Tang Dynasty." Ba Feng Han, Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, and Hou Xibai attracted almost all the beauties of the Tang Dynasty. Why? Because they were not only incredibly handsome but also possessed exceptional martial arts skills. Of course, compared to Yang Liming now, the original quartet pales in comparison.

"Hehe, you flatter me. You flatter me. Although it's true. o(∩_∩)o Haha~, this pretty widow really does have feelings for me. Damn, it's so good to be handsome. It saves me so much effort in picking up girls." Yang Liming thought to himself, stroking his chin.

"Wow, really? Is he really as good as you say, sister?" Song Yuhua inside covered her mouth and blinked. Then she chuckled, "It seems you've really fallen for this Yang Liming, sister. But I've heard he's quite the ladies' man . He's even the son-in-law of the Pegasus Ranch now."

"Of course I know who he is, and I know he has many female confidantes. But are there any men in this world who aren't fickle? Capable men will have many women. That's been a law since ancient times. I just crave the happiness a woman should have. I hope he can give me that." Zheng Shuming said, without showing any shyness. Although she and Song Yuhua weren't actually lesbians, they were already very close. (How could they not be close?) They wouldn't hide any secrets from each other.

"Hearing you say that, sister, I'm actually a little curious about him," Song Yuhua said.

"I think you're really interested in my description. I wouldn't mind if you, like me, wanted to offer yourself to him. How about I introduce you?" Zheng Shuming laughed. She really didn't care.

"Sister Ming! What nonsense are you talking about? I'm a married woman. No matter how bad Xie Wenlong is, he's still my husband. As long as he's alive, I'll stay by his side," Song Yuhua said sadly.

"Hehe, it's my fault. Don't be angry, Hua-mei. I was just trying to help you, okay?" Zheng Shuming pinched Song Yuhua's soft cheek, then, as if she had thought of a good idea, continued, "Why don't we invite him to dinner tonight, then drug him with aphrodisiacs. Let him take both of us. Then, when he wakes up, we'll make him take responsibility. Haha, what a great idea! He won't be able to renege on his promise then."

"Damn it! This woman is fierce, but I like it. Use this trick on me, please. I'd love to. I don't need you to blame me. I'll blame you directly." Yang Liming, who was eavesdropping outside, wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered.

"Ah!" Song Yuhua was obviously startled by her powerful idea.

"Hua-mei, judging from your reaction, you agree with my idea. Let's do it this way." Zheng Shuming said while putting on her clothes.

"Sister Ming. No. How can you do this?" Song Yuhua pulled her back.

“I knew Hua-mei wouldn’t dare. Hehe, don’t worry, I won’t drag you down with me. You just need to keep me company. If he really goes berserk after being drugged, I can handle him alone. I’ll go tell the servants to prepare a banquet and invite him.”

“Ming-jie, you…you…you’re not serious, are you?” Song Yu-hua asked weakly.

“Of course I’m serious, for my sister’s happiness. Hua-mei, please don’t stop me.” Zheng Shu-ming said.

Song Yu-hua didn’t expect her to be serious. After thinking for a moment, she actually started getting dressed. “I know. I won’t stop Ming-jie. As a younger sister, I naturally hope that my sister can have a good ending.” The two women said, and were about to push open the door to leave.

“Damn. How come these ancient women are even more fierce than modern women?” Yang Li-ming quickly retreated. He couldn’t let them find out that he had been spying on Baihehua for half a day. The moment they pushed open the door, he had already run far away and quickly returned to his room.

"Haha, I fully support your idea. I'll just sit here and wait for you two girls to drug me with aphrodisiacs." Yang Liming kept gesturing with circles and crosses on the bed. He gently patted his still erect penis and said, "My darling, don't panic. Women have already come to us. Just wait a bit. Relax first, or you'll scare them away and there won't be any left to eat."

The two girls who wanted to scheme against Yang Liming were quick to act. They didn't keep Yang Liming waiting long.

"Young Master Yang, my master invites you to a banquet." A woman's voice rang out from outside. It was the middle-aged woman.

Yang Liming smiled, opened the door, and greeted the middle-aged woman. Then, led by the woman, he walked towards a place in the inner courtyard. He walked several hundred meters until he stopped at a pavilion called "Green Grass Pavilion."

Inside the elegant pavilion, a table was already set with wine and dishes. Two stunningly beautiful young women were sitting inside. They were the two quasi-lesbians who were planning to scheme against Yang Liming.

"Madam, Young Master Yang has arrived."

"You may leave now. Tell all the servants not to enter the inner courtyard. I need to properly entertain our distinguished guest with Sister Yuhua." Zheng Shuming stood up and said to the old woman. The old woman immediately nodded obsequiously and disappeared.

After the old woman left, Zheng Shuming walked up to Yang Liming and smiled sweetly, "Why didn't you speak? Are you upset that Shuming didn't entertain you well, Young Master Yang?"

"Hehe, I was just mesmerized by Shuming and that young lady. How beautiful Shuming is in women's clothing!" Yang Liming looked at Zheng Shuming, who had dressed up specially.

"I think Brother Yang was mesmerized by Sister Yuhua. Come... let me introduce the beauty to you, Young Master." Zheng Shuming unceremoniously took Yang Liming's hand and led him towards Song Yuhua. However, her slightly flushed face and the noticeably faster heartbeat that Yang Liming sensed indicated that she was not as calm as she appeared.

Song Yuhua, sitting inside, had already seen Yang Liming. Suppressing her shock, she stood up and gave Yang Liming a graceful bow. She thought to herself, "Just as Sister Ming said, he has a face like jade. Such a man... in terms of looks alone, who in the world can compare besides my father? And I've heard his martial arts are as formidable as my father's in his youth."

"Greetings, Miss Song. I've long admired your father. Now, everyone has seen him, but to see his daughter is a joyous occasion."

'Damn, this woman is so quiet and pitiful. That delicate, pitiful air... how could I imagine she was just doing such wanton things with Zheng Shuming? Appearances can be deceiving. Indeed, a woman who's been neglected by a man for too long is terrifying. Hehehe, but she suits me perfectly. It would be even more perfect if I could visit Song Yuzhi someday as her brother-in-law.'

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