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59. Old Friends Gather
It is said that the two Huangfu brothers nearly killed Mu Qingyou, and after her vagina recovered, one of them stormed off to a villa near the back mountain. Furthermore, neither of the two brothers was allowed to visit her until she calmed down. Upon
hearing this "bad news," Huangfu Xuanzi's alluring eyes flickered, but she tacitly understood and said nothing more. Huangfu Ying, on the other hand, wore a cold expression all day, giving everyone a hard time.
She didn't want to!
But what could she do?
She had clearly been too rough, "punishing" this little vixen who loved climbing walls with her brother, and in the end, they even managed to draw blood from her delicate vagina. However, after her brother's examination, it turned out to be just a minor abrasion, which would heal with some cooling ointment.
Although it wasn't serious, there would still be psychological and physical pain. It was commendable that she only temporarily moved elsewhere and didn't do anything more worrying.
Sigh…
well, if she likes it, let her be.
I've been busy with state affairs lately, so this is a good opportunity to calm down and deal with them properly. I can also visit Xuanzi to recuperate on my injured leg, and then spend some quality time with Mu Qingyou when she returns.
If she were truly angry enough to run away from home, Mu Qingyou would definitely laugh, because she's never the type to throw a tantrum. Huangfu Xuanzi didn't try to stop her because she understood that Mu Qingyou's trip wasn't really about the food. Although it was somewhat accidental, Huangfu Ying's promise during their lovemaking wouldn't easily allow her to live alone in the villa without coming to see her.
If he suddenly barged in while she was investigating the silver wolf's whereabouts or doing something secret in the deep forest behind the mountain, wouldn't that ruin their plans?
"Hmm, so this is good."
Mu Qingyou stroked the old yet exquisite furniture in the villa with her slender hands, thought for a moment, and then nodded in satisfaction.
However, even though Huangfu Ying was unwilling to grant the woman's request to live alone temporarily as an apology, he dared not say anything.
"Alright—" Mu
Qingyou sighed softly,
stretched comfortably, and then changed into a more practical outfit. If what Huangfu Xuanzi said was true, that the Lotus Consort's secret underground lair was hidden deep in the back mountain forest, then there would inevitably be some guards and traps waiting for her. She hadn't been active for so long; her body should still be quite agile, right?
Even if it wasn't, there was no need to worry too much. She had still managed to break into the Demon Night Wind Palace cave back then. Although her end was rather tragic, that was because of that "terrifying" man she faced. Ordinary guards and lackeys couldn't do anything to her.
While pondering her route, she walked to the courtyard to stretch and practice her boxing, her knuckles cracking as she clenched them. Looking around, this secluded courtyard was half-mounted against the back mountain, actually quite far from the main hall. It must be a place where the emperor's unfavored concubines were banished to the cold palace.
Alas, women are truly pitiful. She had staked her entire life's happiness on that powerful man, only to end up disappointed and penniless. She was worse off than an ordinary village woman; though poor, at least she had a husband, and her family worked from sunrise to sunset, she toiling for her own livelihood, living a carefree life like a hermit.
As she pondered these sweet little things about ordinary women, breathing in the fresh air, a gust of wind swept past her from behind. A chill ran down her spine, and she found herself in a familiar embrace.
"Is it you?"
The woman, about to throw a punch, suddenly released it, replaced by a knowing smile and gently closed eyes.
Her hand gently caressed the large hand around her waist, the warmth intoxicating her.
"Did you miss me?"
The man's long hair was discreetly tied back with a black ribbon, his usual elegance evident. The bronze-ribbed fan he had been holding was neatly tucked into his sleeve, just to better embrace the woman in his arms.
"How did you know I was here?"
After a moment of tender embrace, Mu Qingyou suddenly seemed to remember something, turning around suspiciously with wide eyes.
"Well..."
Lowering his head to gently nibble at the woman's cheek, Kagura licked her red lips for a while before smacking his lips in savoring the moment, saying—
"Thanks to that Prince Xuanzi's help."
"What? You mean... Xuanzi?"
It was unbelievable that Huangfu Xuanzi would actually hook up with her "enemy," but then she remembered what he had said before, and it became clear. This alluring fellow didn't want the two countries to go to war. He even instructed her to return the Silver Wolf to Kagura for disposal.
Hmm—
it's really unexpected that person's mind is so meticulous. Every move is well-planned, orderly yet unpredictable.
"He asked you to help find the Silver Wolf."
After understanding, Mu Qingyou smiled radiantly and wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
"That's true, and that's not true either." Kagura
kissed the tip of her nose lightly and said with a smile.
"Then what are you here for?" Mu Qingyou
asked, puzzled.
"The Prince has actually been secretly communicating with me for a long time. His stance is very similar to mine."
A hint of admiration flashed across Kagura's handsome face as he opened his folding fan again and led Mu Qingyou into the room, saying,
"Neither of us wants our national interests to be harmed, and we certainly don't want our two countries to go to war. So the Prince and I are thinking about how to resolve this conflict without firing a single shot."
Once inside, Kagura sat down casually and then took a cup of hot tea that the woman eagerly offered him.
"Ultimately, we've focused on two things."
After taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Kagura's eyes gleamed with wisdom.
"What?"
Mu Qingyou's throat tightened, and her heart began to race.
"Capture the mastermind, find Silver Wolf."
The man toyed with the round teacup between his fingers before placing it heavily on the table. Thinking of the important task they faced, his previously calm expression turned worried.
"Black Hand Silver Wolf!
" "That's right. The most urgent thing is to hide Consort Lian and find the Beast God Silver Wolf so we can control it. Once Black Hand is rid of such a powerful weapon, it will be much easier to break through."
"Alright! Whatever you want to do, I'll help you!"
Seeing Shen Le's solemn words, Mu Qingyou was also infected by his enthusiasm. Thinking of her brother and sister-in-law, and the exceptionally intelligent Mu Xiaolang, she found herself willing to give anything for their safety.
"Hehe, don't worry. You'll be indispensable in this matter."
Admiring the woman's excited expression, Shen Le stretched out his long arm and pulled her back into his embrace.
"No matter how much we think about it with Prince Xuanzi, we can only stay behind the scenes. But how to accomplish these things one by one depends on—clever little Youyou."
"Yes, I won't let you down."
Nestled comfortably in Shen Le's arms, Mu Qingyou firmly agreed.
"Alright, now that we've finished discussing important matters, shouldn't we talk about some personal things?"
Gradually, the man's stern face softened considerably. Kagura's lips began to wander restlessly over Mu Qingyou's neck, her hand steadily moving towards the woman's full breasts.
"What...what private matter?"
It had been a long time since they'd been intimate, and this slight teasing made Mu Qingyou feel her body heating up.
"Forget it, today's the fifteenth of the month—"
He yanked open the woman's tightly bound bodice, revealing a bright red bodice embroidered with flowers underneath. The man's fingers gently rubbed the covered nipples.
"Yes...yes..."
Sweat dripped from her forehead, the woman offered no resistance, letting Kagura fondle her.
No wonder she felt so comfortable and refreshed the moment he got close to her. With her hot skin against him, she felt as if all her deepest desires had been satisfied.
"I want to fuck you."
Lowering his head and pressing close to the woman's body, the man's breath became rapid.
"Mmm...yes...yes, Brother Le..."
Suddenly she broke free, pulling the stunned man up and pushing him down onto the neatly arranged brocade couch. Mu Qingyou, her eyes hazy, caressed her body in front of the man, deliberately slowing down her movements as she removed her remaining clothes one by one.
"My God...you little slut..."
His incredulous gaze, filled with desire, took in the woman's alluring poses, her pale, naked body fully displayed. Even as Mu Qingyou, with a wanton lick of her red lips, climbed onto the bed like a demon and lay beside him, he was still reeling from the shock of her beauty.
"Brother Le...look at me..."
Giving Kagura a seductive smile, Mu Qingyou spread her legs, fully exposing her beautiful vulva to the man's burning gaze. Her long, slender hands performed extremely erotic acts on herself.
"Ah...ah..."
She cried out in a soft, seductive voice, one hand caressing her erect, pink nipple, the other parting her slightly closed labia to caress her rounded clitoris.
"You'er wants Brother Le to play with me like this...ah...ah..."
No one knew her sensitive spots better than herself; perhaps the drugs had made her exceptionally wanton the moment she saw Kagura. Mu Qingyou rapidly massaged her clitoris with her fingers, her nipples and breasts swelling and trembling heavily.
"You'er...do you want to kill me this way..."
Finding her throat tight and even speaking difficult, the bronze drum-shaped folding fan in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter. Forgetting elegance and gentleness, Kagura groaned and quickly stripped off her clothes, lunging at the masturbating beauty.
"Continue...continue like this...I like watching..."
Mesmerized by Mu Qingyou's actions, Kagura reached between her legs, rapidly stroking her ever-growing penis, while bringing her gaze closer to the woman's vulva.
The pink vulva gradually became wet, the opening and closing releasing clear fluid due to arousal. The woman's white fingertips continued to press against the sensitive clitoris, while Mu Qingyou's lustful eyes served as an aphrodisiac for the man.
"Come here, suck me."
Unable to bear watching and masturbating any longer, Kagura lifted Mu Qingyou up, making her kneel between his legs, and pressed her head down so her bright red mouth was aligned with his erect penis.
"Help me here!"
Without a word, he grasped her breasts, which had become even larger from her lowered head, squeezing them forcefully as if he wanted to break them.
"Mmm...uh-huh..."
Obediently opening her mouth, Mu Qingyou took the man's throbbing, enormous penis into her mouth, moving her head up and down, stroking the hot, jade-like rod.
While Kagura's genitals weren't as fragrant as Huangfu Xuanzi's, they were still clean and pleasant. As she sucked, her body grew hotter and hotter, and she couldn't help but tighten her mouth, sucking hard.
"Oh...so good...I'm being sucked to death..."
Seeing Mu Qingyou enjoying the penis and the erotic sensation, the man couldn't help but move his hips in sync with her movements, thrusting into her mouth as if he were having sex with her.
"Mmm...uh..."
The woman frowned, her brow furrowing as the other's rough movements pushed deep into her throat. She quickly grabbed the base to stop it from moving too much.
"Ugh...it's too deep!"
Feeling the veins on the purplish-red penis throbbing excitedly, Mu Qingyou swallowed, complaining as the saliva almost dripped onto her body.
"What about down there, Yuyou? Let me put it down there, okay?"
Half pleading, half threatening, he pulled Mu Qingyou's legs towards him. Kagura pulled his wet penis from the woman's mouth and aimed it at her already overflowing, lustful orifice.
"Mmm...put it in...put it in...mmm...harder..."
Before the encouraging words were finished, Mu Qingyou felt a tightness below as a large, foreign object forcefully forced its way in, instantly filling her vagina.
"Ah...oh..."
The moans of the man and woman mingled in the room as they began their intense intercourse in the most traditional missionary position.
"Mu Qingyou...I love you so much..."
Kagura said, thrusting forcefully into the tight, smooth vagina, gripping the woman's breasts and shaking her buttocks.
"I love you too...Brother Le..."
Unable to resist, Mu Qingyou wrapped her legs around the man's waist to allow for deeper penetration.
In an instant, the man's penis swayed and his vaginal fluids splattered. The two women's buttocks were pressed tightly together, leaving them flushed and sweating profusely.
"I'm going to die...I'm going to be fucked to pieces...Oh ah..."
In the throes of passion, Mu Qingyou cried out lewd words helplessly, only to be met with even more violent shaking from the man. His penis, as if alive, pounded into the woman's vagina, twisting and drilling, hitting her sensitive spots every time.
"I'm going to fuck you to pieces...you little slut...big tits...see how I play with you today..."
Ignoring her pleas, Kagura's expression turned fierce, completely unlike his usual elegant self.
"Ahhh!!"
Nearing her climax, Mu Qingyou began to forcefully contract her vagina, trying to squeeze out the man's essence. Sure enough, Kagura nearly fainted from pleasure from this tightness, gritting her teeth and twisting her hips, thrusting hard into her vagina a few times before finally releasing her hot, white fluid.
"Huff huff—"
After the pleasure subsided, Mu Qingyou relaxed, lying beneath Kagura, panting. However, the man on top of her wasn't satisfied with this brief release; instead, he withdrew his quickly hardened penis and flipped her over, pressing the head of his penis directly against her long-untouched anus.
"I'm going to fuck you here, Youyou!"
"Okay… I'll fuck you… harder…"
Understanding his intention to penetrate her anus, Mu Qingyou didn't get angry but laughed, her snow-white buttocks swaying in rhythm with the movement.
60 Sweet Anal Insertion
"Oh…"
Because it wasn't the first time her anus had been penetrated, Kagura's entry didn't cause much pain. The soft flesh of her vagina was completely stretched open by the hard penis, elevating the pleasure of both of them to another level.
"Brother Le... Brother Le... you're making me feel so good..."
Unable to help but sway her hips from side to side with each thrust, Mu Qingyou gripped the sheets beneath her, her pretty face showing an expression of pleasure.
"My good girl... Brother Le feels good too..."
Kagura forcefully spread the woman's buttocks apart with his large hands, staring at the pink cleft as he thrust his penis deeper and then quickly pulled it out. Back and forth like this, he made Mu Qingyou's anus increasingly unobstructed, the intensity of which was no less than that of fucking her wet, lustful vagina.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Her red lips moved excitedly, letting out a scream. Mu Qingyou, driven to the extreme of lust, uncontrollably tossed her long, black hair. The messy strands, accompanied by the slapping and shaking of her body, drew irregular lines in the air. Her wild, bestial mating posture captivated Kagura.
"You little slut, you really like being fucked in the ass so much?"
A violent impulse rose within him. The man reached out and grabbed Mu Qingyou's arms, forcing her into a slave-like, captive position, passively enduring another round of fierce attacks.
"Ah...ah..."
This rape-like position completely subdued Mu Qingyou beneath the man. Her arms ached from the twisting, yet a thick, hard penis remained inserted into her anus, thrusting in and out. She could no longer twist her waist as before, only shaking her head, sending her breasts swaying in beautiful waves.
"Tell me, do you like me fucking you like this?"
Unsatisfied, he shook his hips faster and faster, but the thrusting became less and less intense. Finally, Kagura pulled Mu Qingyou into his arms from behind with a sudden burst of strength. While frantically licking and kissing her snow-white neck, he thrust his narrow hips, shaking like a sieve, into her anus with small, rhythmic movements.
"I like it... I like it..."
The friction against her anus grew increasingly hot, a strange sensation, similar to an orgasm, gathering between her buttocks. Accompanied by Kagura's sexy roars, Mu Qingyou could only release her overwhelming pleasure through moaning.
"Oh... God... Oh oh..."
The man's lower abdomen slapped against her buttocks, sending her body flying. Occasionally, his stiff pubic hair was also inserted into her anus, stimulating the sensitive flesh in its own unique way.
"I can't take it anymore, Brother Kagura... I'm about to pee..."
Although only her anus was being penetrated, Mu Qingyou's vagina, having just orgasmed, contracted rapidly due to the intense anal sex. The urge to urinate gathered in her lower abdomen, making it impossible for her to discern which orifice would reach its peak first.
"Really... okay then..."
She thought saying this would ease the thrusting a little, but unexpectedly, hearing that she was about to urinate only excited Kagura more, and he forcefully inserted three fingers into her twitching vagina.
"Give it to me... give it to me..."
Using both his fingers and penis to simultaneously violate Mu Qingyou's two sweet little holes, Kagura's handsome face revealed a beastly expression contrary to his nature.
He thrust faster and harder, until Mu Qingyou trembled and cried out repeatedly.
"I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..."
Only when the woman's vagina finally gushed out a large amount of fluid, making his hands a muddy mess, did the man hold her tightly and thrust about a hundred times. Next, his penis, buried deep in her anus, bounced excitedly, and finally, the small hole opened, and streams of thick semen, accompanied by the man's unique scent, shot into the woman's anus...
"Ah..."
After two sexual feasts, Mu Qingyou collapsed wearily into Kagura's arms, panting softly.
The man gently stroked his now-softened penis, his long fingers caressing the red glans, squeezing out the remaining semen with a self-massage technique.
"Come on, You'er, lick it clean for me."
Gently stroking her head, Kagura held his penis to Mu Qingyou's lips, indicating that she should serve him.
"Mmm..."
Satisfied, she opened her eyes slightly, her alluring gaze rising and falling. The woman obediently extended her tongue, sucking and swallowing the pearly sweet semen.
"Ah—so comfortable."
Just as Mu Qingyou was sucking on his penis, Kagura tilted her head back, letting her long hair fall loosely over her strong, naked body, making her look like an ancient god.
"Ah, I can never get enough of this."
Closing her legs, which were a little numb from being fucked, Mu Qingyou finished kissing his penis and rested against his strong thighs, her head resting on the increasingly harmless "thing.
" "Anyway, you won't get pregnant for four years, so while you still want it, we can do as much as we want."
With a doting smile on his face, Kagura lowered his head and gently kissed the woman's body.
She didn't mind that she had other men, especially since these men all had some connection to each other. She was an old friend of Mo Yefeng, and Mo Yefeng was inextricably linked to the Huangfu brothers by blood…
In the end, they were all family, blood ties unbroken. As long as You'er was happy, there was nothing wrong with it.
Moreover, with this connection, it was only a matter of time before the Xiao Kingdom and the Qilin Kingdom became friendly, a great blessing for the common people.
"What are you thinking about?"
Seeing Shen Le staring thoughtfully at her chest, Mu Qingyou pinched her nipple, making sure she wouldn't let her gaze wander.
She'd already eaten and touched them, what was there to see?
"Nothing, hehe."
Shen Le affectionately nuzzled her face.
"It's amazing how so many men struggle and bleed to solve their problems, yet you so easily resolved them with just two horny little holes. It makes me realize that women are truly powerful in this world."
"Go away, you're being indecent."
Hearing the man's half-praise, half-teasing joke, Mu Qingyou pinched his nipple hard to express her dissatisfaction.
"Ouch, that hurts..."
Unwilling to give up, he retaliated in the same way, and the two of them soon burst into laughter on the bed.
"Alright, stop fooling around. Let's get going after we're done. We need to conserve our energy to find Silver Wolf tomorrow."
He nudged the man beside him with concern, partly wanting to rest, and partly worried that if Kagura stayed too long, he might be discovered and his life would be in danger. Mu Qingyou hugged the man's neck and said softly.
"You heartless little thing, you used me and then left me alone."
Understanding that the woman was thinking of him, Kagura put on a troubled look but didn't resist. He then got off the bed, picked up the crumpled clothes from the floor, and put them back on Yingwei. There were also many important matters to attend to. If she had only indulged in women, Kagura wouldn't have been able to strategize against the Ghost General today.
"Tell Mo Yefeng that I miss him too."
After hesitating for a long time, just as Kagura was about to step out of the house, Mu Qingyou couldn't help but blurt out her longing.
She thought Kagura would be angry, but instead, she smiled generously, a meaningful and ambiguous look appearing on her face.
"Don't worry, he will come looking for you sooner or later, just like I did."
After a passionate night of lovemaking with Kagura
, and having cured herself of the fifteen lovesickness poison, Mu Qingyou hugged her pillow and slept soundly. When she woke up the next morning, she looked at the bright sunshine outside and felt a sense of exhilaration and strength.
Her men were waiting for her to complete her mission, and her men trusted her from behind. It was a blessing to be relied upon by such excellent men. Whether it was Mo Yefeng, Kagura, Huangfu Xuanzi, or Huangfu Ying, having even one of these men would be a blessing, let alone the many that heaven had given her at once.
"Sigh, I can't let you all down—"
Stretching lazily, Mu Qingyou boiled water and took a steaming hot bath herself.
To prevent leaks of secrets, she specifically requested Huangfu Ying to allow her to stay here without maids. Although she had to do many things herself, she was never a pampered young lady and could quite enjoy herself.
On the one hand, there were matters of state; as Kagura said, she didn't want to see bloodshed. But as a woman, especially one so deeply loved by men, she didn't want her men to kill each other over such trivial politics.
It was either the younger brother killing the older brother, or the older brother killing the younger brother; such fighting was utterly meaningless. But Mo Yefeng and Huangfu Ying, with their insanely strong and foul tempers, were so similar that she was forced to resort to extreme measures.
Sighing inwardly at these two willful bastards, Mu Qingyou cooked, tidied the room, and prepared the things she would need for the dense forest behind the mountain. She spent the entire day quietly in this leisurely atmosphere.
But as the last rays of the setting sun disappeared from the horizon, her slightly upturned starry eyes sharpened like an awakened lioness, and she entered a state of readiness. She donned her night clothes, slung her prepared bundle over her shoulder, and swiftly slipped into the back mountain using her light-footed skills. She moved swiftly under the moonlight through the dense, dark forest, disappearing into the seemingly endless woods in no time.
"Coo...coo..."
The moon hung on the tree branches, its pale white color appearing somewhat eerie. The woman used her light-footed skill to run for a while, but found that no matter how fast she sped up, the surrounding trees were just as numerous, and the path was just as difficult to traverse. She then gave up and leaped from the tree to the ground.
The strange hooting of owls and the chirping of various insects filled her ears, and a cold wind brushed against her icy cheeks, making her shiver involuntarily.
"I didn't expect this place to be so eerie."
Sniffing the heavy, damp air from the depths of the dense forest, she took out a tinderbox from her bosom, lit it, and carefully examined her surroundings.
The back mountain was originally uncultivated land; the imperial palace was built here out of consideration for feng shui. However
, it also served to prevent enemies from attacking the palace from here, thus maintaining its most natural state. Upon closer inspection, these trees were at least several hundred years old, each one incredibly thick, their branches intertwined, like a natural barrier. Even now, in late autumn, many leaves still retained their deep, rich green, showing no signs of withering or decay.
Let alone enemies, even the royal guards themselves probably wouldn't dare to easily venture into such a ghostly place. The power of nature is unmatched; who knows what strange and treacherous things await her deep within these mountains?
"Crunch—" Lost in her gaze, Mu Qingyou's foot slipped on a dry branch.
"Ah!"
With a soft cry, she tripped and fell to the ground, her tinder falling and extinguishing.
How could she be so careless…
She gently rubbed her twisted ankle, trying to move it a bit; thankfully, she wasn't seriously injured. Somewhat frustrated, she simply sat down on the cold ground and sighed. Inwardly, she cursed Huangfu Xuanzi and Shen Le for not telling her this place was so difficult to explore, instead sending her here to her doom.
There was no village or shop in sight, not even a basic mountain path. The ground was covered in wildflowers and thorns, making it impossible to find a foothold. Finding the secret cave where the silver wolves were hidden was no easy task. Just
as she was cursing those two for eating bad food and getting diarrhea, a barely audible sound of footsteps didn't escape her keen hearing.
*Hiss—
Someone's here!
* Luckily, the tinder in her hand had been accidentally extinguished. Mu Qingyou squinted and carefully held her breath, hiding herself behind a tree.
"It's so cold, brother. I should have had that woman make a few more clothes to bring in, otherwise we'd be frozen solid once we got into that shabby cave. I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking. It's just a kid; do they have to send us brothers to this godforsaken place to suffer like this?"
A man's voice, filled with complaint, came from afar.
"Alright, for the sake of money, stop making a fuss. The person locked in this cave is a big shot. We small fry can't just talk nonsense. We should just stay put. If something happens, no one can take responsibility."
As the footsteps grew louder, the figures gradually became clearer. Mu Qingyou recognized the two men as being in their early twenties. Judging from their attire, they didn't look like palace guards but rather like thugs kept in a private household.
A thought struck her. She took a deep breath and quietly followed the two men, hoping to find what she was looking for.
If we're talking about the ability to follow undetected, Mu Qingyou is a master. Back then, the only person who could see through her disguise was Mo Yefeng. These two men, though powerful, were merely ordinary martial artists, lacking any profound skills, and their perception was far inferior to Mo Yefeng's.
So Mu Qingyou followed them, navigating seemingly ordinary bushes and trees that they could clearly identify. She followed them as they climbed up and down, traversing stone forests and streams, finally reaching a relatively flat area in the mountains.
There, the scenery was truly unique. Gone were the strange trees and weeds; instead, a babbling brook flowed beside it. Beautiful, fiery red maple trees grew all around, their fallen leaves drifting away on the clear water. The moon, no longer as terrifying as before, now appeared bright and gentle.
"No way, they must have hidden the silver wolf in such a beautiful yet obvious place.
" "What are you standing there for? Jump!"
One
of them said to the other, and the woman was truly dumbfounded.
"Damn it, I hate this moment the most."
Pushed by the person next to him, one of the men reluctantly plunged into the stream and never resurfaced.
"Hehe, as expected,"
the other person laughed helplessly and jumped in after him.
"Ah..."
In the distance, Mu Qingyou stared wide-eyed at this scene that resembled suicide, the veins on her forehead throbbing.
What's going on? Could it be that the cave entrance was at the bottom of this stream?
They lingered at their hiding place for a while, but the two people seemed to have vanished and never reappeared. She finally couldn't resist and rushed forward, struggling for a long time in the stream that was no different from ordinary water. Finally, with a sigh of desperation, she gritted her teeth, fastened her bundle, and jumped in with a splash…
62 Night Exploration in the Dense Forest 2
The moment she leaped into the water, Mu Qingyou realized that this wasn't the stream she had imagined, but a river of indistinct depth. Luckily, she could swim, and because the water wasn't surprisingly cold, opening her eyes and looking around underwater wasn't difficult.
The river wasn't as dark as she had imagined, but a pale lake blue. It was beautiful; when she dived to the bottom, she could even see gracefully swaying water plants. She plunged in but found nothing, so she surfaced for air before diving back in. After several dives, she was already quite tired, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted in her search. After about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, just as Mu Qingyou was about to give up from exhaustion, a faint light coming from behind a rock not far away caught her attention.
How could there be light in the river—
she was very sensitive to the constantly flashing, strange light, and quickly swam over like a fish.
Sure enough!
When she saw the steps behind the rocks leading to a passageway hidden in a cave at the bottom of the river, the woman's heart leaped with joy. She slowly exhaled her last breath and swam and crawled up.
"Ha...ha...ha...ha..."
Using the stone steps to pull herself out of the river, Mu Qingyou took a few steps and then collapsed onto the cold stone slab, panting heavily.
"Good heavens, I almost suffocated,"
she muttered, adjusting her wet clothes. If it weren't for the light guiding her, she didn't know how long she would have remained in the river.
However, despite her complaints, once she recovered, Mu Qingyou immediately looked around curiously—
This shouldn't be a natural cave, because the stone steps are too neatly laid, and the smooth stone walls are clearly meticulously crafted by artisans. However, the cave entrance is submerged in water; from the surface, only a rocky outcrop facing the water is visible, making it impossible to imagine that it's hollow inside.
Whoever built this must have been extremely meticulous, and what they wanted to hide must be extremely important!
"Don't tell me Silver Wolf isn't here. If that's the case, you might as well just kill me."
Having regained some strength, Mu Qingyou stood up, wanting to continue. But after taking only a few steps, she suddenly touched her smooth face. She remembered that she had removed her mask while diving, and rushing forward like this would definitely make her recognized. After
a moment's thought, she glanced sideways and happened to see a few handfuls of dark, grime piled up in a corner near the water. On a whim, she twisted her long hair, which had been tied up like a man's, into a bun using a twig. She then grabbed a handful of black ash from the ground and smeared it evenly on her face, hands, and neck. She made herself so black and dirty that even her own brother wouldn't recognize her.
Sigh… her sacrifice was too great.
After disguising herself, she began to regret choosing a face mask instead of a human skin mask. Although she wasn't naturally fond of dressing up, she was always a clean and tidy young woman, the little beauty those lecherous men couldn't forget. If any of them saw her like this, her handsome face would be more grotesque than if she'd eaten shit.
"Never mind, business is business."
A true man can bend and stretch; for the sake of the people and her own happiness, Mu Qingyou accepted it.
She tightened her bundle, and despite her clothes being soaked and clinging uncomfortably to her skin, Mu Qingyou focused on exploring the cave.
The cave seemed very deep. She counted her steps as she walked, reaching a thousand, but still heard no voices and saw no forks in the path. The higher she climbed, the steeper the stone steps became, until finally it felt like climbing a mountain without walking.
This wouldn't do—
anxiety began to creep into her heart.
If she couldn't find the end and had nowhere to hide, climbing straight up and down the stone steps would mean running into the guards face-to-face. One-on-
one combat was fine, but if they called for help, she would be captured.
Thinking this, she quickened her pace, using her lightness skill to step on the stones in groups of ten.
The wind whistled past her ears, gradually drying her thin clothes. Her night clothes were made of extremely light material, which reduced the discomfort considerably.
"Hey, brother, keep an eye out for me, I'm going to relieve myself and will be right back."
Just then, Mu Qingyou finally heard a familiar male voice coming from around a corner in the distance, seemingly from one of the men she had just been fighting.
Before she could even figure out where to go
, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. The next moment, she felt her lower body slam into something solid.
"Ouch!"
The other person seemed caught off guard by the sudden appearance of someone below, and was struck in the head by her raised knee. The man let out a painful cry and collapsed to the ground, only to be found unconscious.
No way...
Falling awkwardly from mid-air, Mu Qingyou rubbed her aching knee, a bead of sweat dripping from her forehead.
She had taken care of this man without even lifting a finger; he was too useless.
She kicked the man a few times with her toes, but the burly man remained motionless, his eyes tightly closed, like a dead fish. Rolling her eyes in boredom, she reached out and, just in case, pressed a few acupoints on his body, then dragged the "corpse" aside.
"What happened to you?"
After dealing with one, there was another. The man was taking off his clothes to go to sleep when he heard his companion's scream. He called out suspiciously but received no response. He quickly grabbed his sword and cautiously approached.
"Wang Qi, are you still there?"
There were only two guards, and they weren't very brave. Especially since it was the middle of the night, they were guarding a ghostly "thing" sleeping in this cold cave, and they had heard their brother's ghostly cries. The place felt even more eerie and frightening.
"Stop messing around, come out now!"
Cold sweat gradually seeped from his hand gripping the sword. The closer the man got to the scene, the less he dared to move. Mu Qingyou, who was already prepared to fight, became extremely impatient and jumped out.
"Ah!!! A ghost!!" He had expected a fierce battle, because just by looking at the opponent's figure, he knew that the opponent must be very strong. But who would have thought that the guy was already terrified, and when Mu Qingyou appeared, dressed in black and with a black face, he looked just like the Black Impermanence from mythology, and he was so frightened that he immediately fainted.
"Damn... let's play."
Seeing another guard fall effortlessly before her, the woman bent down and patted the man's cheek, which was also tightly closed, his small mouth pouting in utter grievance.
This was so boring! She had prepared so much for this battle.
With a helpless sigh, it seemed the heavens were deliberately preventing her from having a good fight. Helpless, she could only reach out and press the man's pressure points, then drag him aside.
After dealing with the guards, she turned the corner, expecting the cave to be in its center, like the one where Mo Yefeng lived on the secular mountain. But this cave was just a simple passage. Crossing a platform, the cave ended, and on the other side was a wide-open plain—a lie, a lie… Staring wide-eyed at the unbelievable scene before her, Mu Qingyou was almost frozen in shock.
63 So the silver wolf was that beautiful?
Was her eye seeing things? She even said this was all a dream—
staring blankly at everything before her eyes, Mu Qingyou's face turned white, then green, then red, only barely concealed by the black coal dust. Her usually slender yet proudly upright figure suddenly became somewhat timid, as if she had been frightened by something.
No, she suddenly lost her confidence, and faced with such a reality, no one could still be self-satisfied.
Beauty suddenly became unimportant, because it could not withstand the test of time; power also became unimportant, because it could not guarantee eternal glory; wealth became insignificant, because even a thousand pieces of gold could not buy this shallow yet breathtaking glance. Unconsciously biting her lower lip, Mu Qingyou suddenly felt an urge to cry from the bottom of her heart. Because everything was too beautiful, so beautiful that it made her feel so insignificant, and the Creator was so wondrous. A deep,
circular lake, with an island in the center.
A full moon hung in the sky, so close, so real, as if you could reach out and touch it.
The lake water was inky blue, its ripples slowly reflecting the golden starlight of the sky. Stars. A full moon.
A small but captivating island.
And in the center of the island, a man with silver hair, his face obscured, lay quietly on an animal skin, his life and death unknown—
all of this was as beautiful as an ancient legend.
She couldn't utter a word, even taking a step became difficult. Emerging from the cave, a breeze blew across the land. Only when the breeze lifted the stray hairs from her forehead, obscuring her greedy gaze, did she snap out of this mesmerizing conspiracy.
Damn it!
She couldn't help but pinch herself hard, her cheeks burning, and stamped her foot.
She never imagined there could be someone in this world who could make her so engrossed… Was that the silver wolf sleeping in the center of the island?
Although not entirely certain, an instinctive longing for beautiful things made her start to think about how to get to the center of the island. Whether it was the Silver Wolf or not, she had to investigate closely! The woman told herself this more than once.
That yearning was real and raw, as if a believer would pay the price of their entire life for a chance to speak with the true God. Her mind was hazy, and her legs felt light as if she were seriously ill. But her body was mechanically searching, desperately needing to find an opportunity to face the other side.
Just then, a lone boat moored on the shore made her heart pound.
Overjoyed, she rushed over, almost tearing the rope securing the boat to the stake on the shore. This boat must be the tool the guards used to deliver their meals; otherwise, even a god couldn't go without food and water forever.
She tiptoed onto the boat, and Mu Qingyou straightened the bow, using the small oar in the cabin to paddle forcefully across the water, inching closer to the center of the lake.
The island was devoid of vegetation, except for a few cherry blossom trees surrounding the man. What season was it? All the flowers should have withered long ago, and the winter plum blossoms hadn't even had a chance to bloom yet. But why were those clusters of pale pink blossoms in full bloom? Did some great divine power grant them such enduring beauty? Mu Qingyou, unaware, was captivated by the beautiful scene of falling petals.
Those tiny petals, so fickle, were easily teased by the playful breeze, falling in droves. They swirled in the air with a whoosh, then fell onto the man's pure white robes and hair, covering them completely.
"Hmm..."
Perhaps her movements a little too light as she approached the man huddled on the animal skin with a mixture of awe and longing. The "guy" also looked up blankly, his dark green eyes fixing her firmly in place.
Ha...
not a man at all, but a boy who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen!
When Mu Qingyou met the questioning gaze and saw the person clearly, she was once again strongly shocked.
The boy was dressed in ill-fitting adult men's clothes, and his face was mostly obscured by long, flowing silver hair, which was why she had mistaken him from a distance.
Now, upon closer inspection, his pale face, white eyebrows, pale cherry-red lips, and an indeterminate length of silver hair—
who else could this strange yet divine appearance be but Silver Wolf?
"Go away, I don't eat those mundane things."
Seeing the newcomer staring at her blankly, his face so dark that his gender was indistinguishable, Silver Wolf stared at her for a long time before coldly waving his sleeve. His childish yet pleasant voice came from his throat, sounding like a child whining.
He assumed she was one of the guards, only there to deliver food.
"...You are Silver Wolf."
Seeing his clearly submissive and pathetic appearance, yet still maintaining his inherent arrogance and reserve, Mu Qingyou smiled, thinking of Huangfu Ying's perpetually icy poker face.
It seemed that men were always wary of her when they first met her, as if testing her friend or foe, constantly giving her attitude.
But it didn't matter, as long as Silver Wolf was there, everything would be fine.
"Hmm..."
Hearing her question, the boy, who had just closed his eyes and seemed about to fall asleep again, stiffened as if struck in a vulnerable spot. He then curiously opened his dark green eyes and stared at her with an unfathomable gaze.
"My name is Xue."
"Xue?"
"Yes, my name is Xue, not Silver Wolf."
Not Silver Wolf .
Hearing this, Mu Qingyou was taken aback. She had the wrong person
. However, she then caught a mischievous glint in the boy's playful eyes. She then relaxed and realized that this guy was just teasing her.
"Well—well, I'm sorry to bother you. I came to rescue Silver Wolf. Since you're not him, I'll be going now."
Shrugging indifferently, Mu Qingyou clapped her hands twice and turned to leave with a disappointed expression. Sure enough, she hadn't taken more than a few steps when the boy called out to her urgently from behind.
"Hey! Wait a minute, don't go!"
Xue, who had only intended to tease the bad guy who had imprisoned her, hadn't even had a chance to savor her victory when she was stunned by what Mu Qingyou said next.
"What? You're not Silver Wolf, don't waste my time."
She rolled her eyes in annoyance, not caring how ridiculous her eyes looked when she rolled them around with her black face. Mu Qingyou crossed her arms, looking extremely impatient.
"Ugly woman, what kind of person are you trying to save if you're so impatient? I said I'm not called Silver Wolf, and I didn't say no one has ever called me that. Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"
The boy looked very angry, his handsome but still slightly childish face flushed a beautiful red from shouting. But he had already sat up from the ground, his hands tightly clutching the fur beneath him as if he was afraid of being abandoned.
"Ugly...ugly woman."
Hearing this, Mu Qingyou almost vomited blood.
It seemed no one had ever called her that since she was born, except for the time when she wore a human skin mask to deliberately make herself ugly. So that's how it is…
The woman turned back again, narrowing her eyes as she carefully examined the slender boy beneath her.
That expression, that arrogant, devilish demeanor, and that impulsive, unruly way of saying anything when excited… he was almost as bad as her little nephew, Mu Xiaolang—both were cunning, unlovable brats!
“Enough nonsense, I'll ask you one last question. Are you the divine beast Silver Wolf?”
Kneeling gracefully in front of the boy, Mu Qingyou swept away her distracting thoughts, lifting Xue's chin with her hand, her eyes becoming incredibly sharp.
“You… really came to save the Silver Wolf?”
With her chin held in the warm palm of the strange woman, Xue looked a little angry and a little embarrassed. His dark green eyes darted around, then fixed on her as if he had made up his mind, before asking in the same serious tone.
"I am, I swear."
Mu Qingyou nodded solemnly, her eyes conveying sincerity.
"Okay... then I believe you."
Slowly exhaling, Silver Wolf hesitated for a long time before finally placing his hand in the woman's other hand.
"I am the Silver Wolf you've found. Use me however you want, please take me away—"
"Okay, don't worry, I will rescue you no matter what."
Hearing Silver Wolf's resignation, Mu Qingyou's heart ached. What did he mean by "use me however you want"? Many people had used him before.
How pitiful, a divine beast indeed... how could he have fallen to this state?
"Can you walk?"
She tenderly stroked Silver Wolf's head, but surprisingly received no resistance. Mu Qingyou reached out to help him up, but saw Xue sadly shake her head.
"No, they've tied my feet."
Lifting her long hem for Mu Qingyou to see, the woman then noticed two brightly colored shackles on her feet. The circular shackles were deeply embedded in his flesh, with a short iron chain at the other end.
"Damn it, how dare they treat you like this!"
Although it was their first meeting, Mu Qingyou felt a strange familiarity with Silver Wolf's face. It was as if she had seen him somewhere in a past life, or even a lifetime ago. Seeing him suffer, she felt bad and couldn't help but curse.
"And that's not all, they even fed him rotten steamed buns and sour vegetables."
Seeing Mu Qingyou's tender care for him only made Silver Wolf feel more aggrieved. He began to recount in detail the inhuman treatment he had suffered, embellishing his story.
He had only intended to evoke the woman's sympathy and gain some comfort. However, the more he spoke, the more Mu Qingyou's brows furrowed, her eyes seemingly blazing with fire. Finally, she gritted her teeth, as if she could no longer bear it, and forcefully pulled on the two thick iron chains—in an instant, Silver Wolf's eyes widened in disbelief as she easily tossed aside the broken chains and then carried his weak body on her back.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can hurt you anymore."
Perhaps following a natural sense of closeness, Mu Qingyou, bearing the weight on his body, uttered these comforting words in a simple yet resolute manner.
"..."
Silver hair cascaded down, over his shoulders and down Mu Qingyou's shoulders. It looked as if a silver curtain enveloped the two of them.
Silver Wolf was deeply moved by the woman's words and hugged her tightly without hesitation.
"Thank you."
When you don't know what else to say, these two words are often simple yet effective. Feeling the woman's not-so-strong body carrying him step by step towards the small boat, Xue suddenly decided to befriend her, even though this woman was so ugly.
"Come on, lie down."
Having finally managed to get Silver Wolf onto the boat, Mu Qingyou, panting, wiped the sweat from her brow and positioned him in the most comfortable position. She thought to herself how fortunate she was to have been struck by the Seven-Colored Stone and regressed into a boy; otherwise, carrying an adult man would have been truly beyond her capabilities.
"Mmm."
The moment the small boat began to move, Silver Wolf nervously closed his eyes, refusing to look at anything around him. He had originally intended to ask about being captured, but Mu Qingyou turned her face and saw this ridiculous sight.
"What are you doing?"
she asked curiously.
"Nothing, don't ask."
Hearing the sound of rushing water beside her ears, Xue shuddered and closed her eyes even tighter.
"...You're not afraid of water, are you?"
After thinking it over, this was the only conclusion she could come up with. Mu Qingyou teased, kicking him with her foot.
"So what!"
Silver Wolf blushed, unwilling to accept that the woman had guessed his thoughts.
"Oh~ Aren't you a wolf? You should be able to swim." Looking at
his embarrassed yet stubborn appearance, Mu Qingyou laughed.
"Even if you can swim, you can still drown... Ugly woman!"
Feeling utterly humiliated by her laughter, the little wolf gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath before ignoring her.
"Sigh, serious."
In the blink of an eye, the small boat docked. Mu Qingyou reluctantly helped Silver Wolf, who was still pretending to be dead with his eyes closed, out of the cabin.
"In this cave, if you can't swim and can't hold your breath, you can't get out—"
64 Bringing Back the Little Wolf
"Hey..."
Pulling the soaking wet and nearly dead Silver Wolf out of the stream, Mu Qingyou wiped the water droplets from her face and smiled lightly.
"See, I told you so. The water won't get out of this hole."
Ignoring her own disheveled state, Mu Qingyou laid the boy flat on the stream bank, then pressed her hands together firmly against his stomach to help him vomit up the cold water.
"Get up quickly, a drowned wolf is useless to us."
The woman's eyes held a deep smile; she felt this guy didn't seem like a god or monster at all, but rather like a child—funny and adorable.
"Cough cough...cough cough..."
After an unknown amount of time, the weak little wolf finally woke up, coughing loudly.
"You ugly woman...you must be trying to murder me...!!" Clutching his chest, Xue frowned, his dark green eyes almost losing their brightness. He struggled on the ground for a while, finally managing to sit up. His first action, instead of thanking her, was to grab Mu Qingyou's collar and roar fiercely.
"You still have the energy to curse?"
Mu Qingyou easily brushed away the silver wolf's little paws and pulled him up from the ground.
"You can't walk here safely, we should all hurry back to the villa."
"Hmph..."
The silver wolf, who had been pouting and baring its two sharp little fangs, ready to throw a tantrum, suddenly became obedient when it saw the woman's calm and commanding presence. Its feet moved as if it didn't want to, and although it looked unwilling, it followed her closely, refusing to leave her side.
Tch. Was this being a jerk?
The two walked on like this, one after the other, until halfway there, when Mu Qingyou heard a strange "gurgle" sound. The sound was loud in the empty forest, and it was so familiar... Puzzled, it turned around and saw the silver wolf clutching its belly, its face flushed with embarrassment.
"Are you hungry?"
Turning to examine the tomato-like face, Mu Qingyou smiled wickedly.
"Yes, I haven't eaten for many days..."
It had initially wanted to put on a brave face, but seeing the woman's concerned expression, the silver wolf couldn't help but nod slightly, saying pitifully.
"Ah, poor child."
The woman sighed and kindly patted its head.
"Jump onto my back, I'll use my light-footed skill to carry you back to the villa."
She glanced at the sky; although she hadn't experienced much that night, a lot of time had already passed. If she lingered any longer, it might be dawn before they reached the villa, increasing the chances of the silver wolf being discovered.
"I'm a child,"
the boy obediently climbed onto the woman's slender waist. Just as she was about to lift her legs, Xue raised an eyebrow in surprise at the address.
"Yes."
Unaware of the boy's unusual behavior, Mu Qingyou gripped the silver wolf tightly and leaped onto a branch like the wind.
In the quiet night, the surrounding forest remained eerily quiet. But with the silver wolf by her side, Mu Qingyou wasn't as afraid as before. She moved with effortless grace, traveling under the moonlight.
"Treat me like a child, you'll regret it."
Seeing the woman focused on her journey, the silver wolf quietly nestled against her, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from her, feeling intoxicated.
The last sentence was only mouthed, not actually spoken, but a shrewd glint was concealed in her dark green eyes.
Sometimes, being a child isn't so bad—
"We're here."
Pushing open the courtyard gate, Mu Qingyou finally breathed a sigh of relief as she put the boy down.
She had rushed to cover this guy's journey, and now that they had arrived, she realized her bones ached as if they were about to fall apart, and her legs were trembling even as she walked.
"This is where you live?"
Silver Wolf seemed much more relaxed, even ignoring his hunger. Perhaps because boys are always eager for novelty, they always look around curiously when they arrive in a new place. He had long, knee-length silver hair and wandered around the courtyard like a soldier checking rooms. Everything seemed new and interesting, and he wanted to hold and play with everything.
"I guess so."
Sitting on the stone chair, panting, Mu Qingyou waved her hand wearily.
"Ugly woman, but she's not simple—"
After thoroughly examining the entire courtyard, Silver Wolf suddenly darted in front of Mu Qingyou, his expression turning cold.
"What do you mean?"
The woman looked up, her face full of confusion.
"You didn't tell me you lived in the palace. When did the Queen of Qilin Kingdom's woman become a woman in black, and with such skill?"
Before she finished speaking, an extremely sharp dagger had already slipped from her snow-white sleeve, pressed against Mu Qingyou's fragile throat with lightning speed.
She didn't believe her, didn't believe a woman of such special status would be so kind as to save her.
"Heh, you're really strange. Didn't you just say that you could use her however you wanted, as long as you could get her out of that place?"
Despite her life being severely threatened, Mu Qingyou remained unhurried, even deliberately leaning closer to the blade.
Inwardly, however, she couldn't help but curse—"
You little brat, so cunning." How long had this dagger been hidden in her sleeve? If she intended to harm someone, she would probably be dead by now.
"Times have changed. Forget about trying to establish yourself as empress. I'm a divine beast, not a god. I don't possess the world-changing magic you greedy people imagine."
The boy's face was filled with resentment. It was clear how much suffering he had endured throughout his life due to being exploited and misunderstood by greedy humans.
"Are you finished?"
Mu Qingyou stared coldly at his pale and angry face, a shallow cut on his delicate neck from his trembling wrist.
She didn't move, nor was she afraid. She simply watched coldly to see how long he could continue his charade.
It seemed this little guy was seriously injured, even distrusting his savior.
"Hmm."
He had expected this woman to immediately kneel and beg for mercy, or fight him to the death. But unexpectedly, threatened with a dagger, Mu Qingyou acted as if nothing had happened, even her tone sounding impatient. He felt like a clown performing a one-man show.
"Come with me now, I need to take a bath, and you need to too."
With that, the woman flicked her finger as if she weren't afraid of being cut off, trying to remove the obstructing blade. Silver Wolf, however, was startled, hastily moving the dagger away from her, then stood frozen, watching her retreating figure.
"If you don't want to eat, you don't have to come. You won't get any food if you don't take a bath."
Just as Silver Wolf stood there dumbfounded, a light voice from afar made his stomach rumble again. He hesitated for a moment, struggling between trusting and gambling. Finally, Silver Wolf stomped his foot angrily, dropped the dagger, pouted, and scurried after her… Oh well, revenge is a dish best served cold. He'd figure out how to get back at this ugly woman later!
65 Another Ichiro
"Th…thank you…"
After a steaming hot bath, Silver Wolf changed into clean clothes and sat at the table, blushing as he watched Mu Qingyou approach with plates of home-cooked dishes. Finally, he managed to say thank you.
"Well, it seems I really misunderstood her. If this woman were a bad person, why would she be so kind as to take care of me?
" "Don't thank me, eat it while it's hot."
Seeing that the little wolf had been cleaned up and transformed into a handsome wolf again, Mu Qingyou grinned, her beautiful face beaming with joy.
To be honest, although Huangfu Xuanzi had already explained the origins of the silver wolf to her in detail, she had never imagined that such a great divine beast would be so childish and adorable. Judging from his slender figure, he was probably about the same height as her. Apart from his hair and eye color being different from ordinary people, he looked like a young boy, even his voice was so childish that you just wanted to rub his head.
Can divine beasts become this cute? Hehe.
"Mm."
Taking the bowl and chopsticks handed to her by the woman, although her stomach was already growling with hunger, Xue ate with a slow and elegant manner. Mu Qingyou, on the other hand, ate and drank heartily without any regard for her image, creating a stark contrast between the two.
"Hey... how can you eat so rudely?"
He initially wanted to pretend not to see her, after all, she was his savior. But after Mu Qingyou boldly downed her drink and sighed contentedly, Silver Wolf finally wrinkled his nose and couldn't help but speak up.
She was supposed to be a woman, and in front of a man... how could she be so willful and reckless? At first, she acted like a demon, pretending to be a ghost, and now that she'd finally cleaned herself up and seemed actually quite pretty, her behavior was as brazen as a man's. Good
heavens, was she really the emperor's woman? She just looked like a spoiled wild girl!
"Hey, is this how you treat your benefactor?"
Enjoying her meal but being criticized by a young man, Mu Qingyou swallowed her vegetables and raised her eyebrows. What an ingrate! She hadn't even warmed her seat yet and he was already gossiping about her. Interesting.
"Of course."
Gently setting down his chopsticks, Silver Wolf wiped his mouth clean with a handkerchief before speaking slowly and deliberately.
"Don't eat so fast, and don't look like a glutton in front of guests. A woman without manners will be disliked by her husband's family. Didn't anyone teach you that?"
"Heh, you're quite the talker."
Intrigued by the argumentative little thing, Mu Qingyou took another sip of wine and smiled wickedly, ready for a good verbal battle. But before she could finish her sentence, her body suddenly froze, and her expression changed twice in a few seconds, from great joy to great shock.
"What's wrong?"
Noticing the strangeness under her pale face, Silver Wolf's expression also became serious. He stood up uneasy and grabbed the woman's sleeve, Xue shrinking her neck in fear.
"Don't ask!"
Without time to explain to the boy, Mu Qingyou decisively rolled Silver Wolf into her arms and tossed him onto her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. With lightning speed, she rushed to the wardrobe, opened the door, and forcefully threw the silver wolf inside before slamming the door shut.
"No matter what happens, don't come out, and don't make a sound! Understand?" Leaning against the wardrobe, Mu Qingyou sternly instructed the dazed little wolf inside.
"I know..."
Actually, it didn't understand what had happened, but seeing Mu Qingyou's fear, the silver wolf empathized and scrambled to its feet, desperately shrinking into the corner of the wardrobe, afraid that bad people would come and take it away. Wailing... its small body huddled pitifully, its eyes warily fixed on the wardrobe door, secretly hoping that no one but Mu Qingyou would ever open it.
"Tch, what a troublemaker... why now of all times!"
Having settled the silver wolf, the woman's rapidly beating heart finally relaxed slightly. She let out a long sigh, closing her beautiful eyes to calm her shock and joy.
She's here…!
A short while later, she composed herself, then gracefully stepped forward, adjusting her long, flowing hair and the pale red dress that accentuated her fair skin, before slowly opening the door—
"Long time no see, Brother Xiao Bao."
Facing the long-haired man in black standing with his hands behind his back, Mu Qingyou revealed a charming smile.
66 Three Wolves Meet!
The autumn night wind was cool yet subtly refreshing.
An invisible hand lightly tousled a strand of the man's dark hair, letting it swirl wildly before his handsome face, making his high eyebrows and deep eyes even more mesmerizing.
"Hmm."
She had expected a passionate kiss or a hug upon greeting him, but Mu Qingyou's smile almost froze, while the tall, muscular man opposite her remained frozen in place, neither smiling nor moving an inch.
A cold gaze slowly descended upon her face and body, scanning Mu Qingyou from head to toe as if he didn't recognize her.
Mo Yefeng stood there silently, like a finely crafted stone statue. His black velvet robe matched his aura, making him appear in the mesmerizing night like someone suddenly descended from hell.
"What's wrong? Are you talking nonsense?"
The man's gaze made her scalp tingle, and she worried that he had become so complicated and unpredictable because he had discovered clues about the Silver Wolf. Mu Qingyou couldn't help but reach out to touch his face, but he unexpectedly grabbed her small hand.
"Little You'er, how have you been?"
It was strange; he was clearly exchanging pleasantries, but why did Mu Qingyou feel such pain from having her hand grabbed? And the smile on Mo Yefeng's thin lips was so terrifying.
What had she done to offend him, making this reformed "Little Bao" revert to the fearsome demon he once was?
"...I'm fine."
The atmosphere remained awkwardly tense, her worry lingering on the little wolf cub in the cabinet. Mu Qingyou remembered Shen Le and Huangfu Xuanzi's instructions, and sweat began to drip from her forehead.
"Is that so? In my opinion, you're doing quite well, so well that you've almost forgotten that I even exist." His
long, narrow black eyes narrowed slightly at what seemed like an extremely unpleasant remark. Mo Yefeng had originally worried that his woman might suffer unnecessarily in Huangfu Ying's territory. But upon seeing her, he found that Mu Qingyou was not only not haggard, but rather even more alluring and radiant, as if she had been thoroughly satisfied by a man.
This realization made him extremely uncomfortable.
Look at the woman he admired, so heartlessly enjoying herself in the enemy's palace, even sleeping with him. She had probably long forgotten their vows of eternal love—
"What nonsense are you talking about? Come in quickly. It's cold outside."
Bewildered by Mo Yefeng's words, she gave him another deep look and saw a layer of dissatisfaction and jealousy clearly hanging in his deep eyes. Mu Qingyou smiled knowingly, pulling him into the house by her sleeve. Men… they're all the same.
“Hmph…”
He ignored Mu Qingyou's eagerness with a stern face, but Mo Yefeng's feet involuntarily followed her into the house. The next moment, he lifted his long robe, letting his hair fall over his shoulders, and sat on her bed in a very masculine pose, continuing to follow her with cold eyes.
“Hey, what's wrong with you? You finally came all this way and you don't even give me a smile.”
Seeing that the man was trying to use the cold tactic, Mu Qingyou wasn't going to let him have his way. She knew that the bond between them was something other men couldn't easily compare to. If it weren't for true love to the core, she wouldn't have sensed his presence as soon as he entered the courtyard.
Kagura had a delicate fragrance; she recognized it immediately. Mo Yefeng didn't have anything particularly conspicuous to announce his presence, but she still knew. Even though they were far apart.
"I'm fine."
His long eyelashes fluttered, and the man's gaze fell on Mu Qingyou's beautiful face. He wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin. He just wanted to look at her like this, until the end of time.
"No, you are." The woman nestled into Mo Yefeng's broad lap, hooking her arms around his strong neck with a radiant smile.
Hearing her stubborn words and feeling the real presence of her vibrant body in his arms, Mo Yefeng seemed to want to say something more, but his lips moved only to utter a soft murmur—
"I thought you'd forgotten me."
He pulled her closer, burying his handsome face in the crook of her neck.
"Silly girl, how could I?"
Even though Mo Yefeng's grip felt like it was about to break her bones, Mu Qingyou allowed him to continue, mistaking his abuse for affection.
Little Bao had come to see her; Shen Le had only been gone a short while, and Little Bao had also come looking for her, unable to bear the loneliness.
How wonderful.
She really wanted to…
“You will.”
At this point, Mo Yefeng looked up, his expression surprisingly mournful.
“You’re a heartless little vixen!”
The thought of Kagura arriving before him fueled the man’s anger. He grabbed Mu Qingyou’s clothes and ripped them open, exposing her bare shoulders and chest to his greedy gaze.
“Ah!”
Mu Qingyou screamed, not expecting the man, who had been so calm, to suddenly become so violent, as she watched him shake her breasts off.
“What are you calling me? I’ve seen them before.”
His dark hands grasped her soft, tofu-like breasts, one in each hand. Mo Yefeng’s dark eyes deepened with lust, completely unlike his previous coldness.
“You know how much I’ve missed this, hmm.”
His hands eagerly kneaded her breasts, shaping them into lewd forms. Her pale pink nipples quickly hardened from his calloused fingertips, and he pinched and played with them.
"Ouch...sigh..."
Unable to withstand the man's initial wolfish onslaught, Mu Qingyou screamed and obediently collapsed beneath him, letting him use all sorts of wicked methods to fondle her breasts.
"Little You'er...I want you so much, okay, okay?"
Not content with kneading the fleshy mounds in his palms, Mo Yefeng pressed the woman down beneath him and opened his mouth, using his wet and hot tongue to lick her two cherry-red nipples in turn. He greedily licked, never satisfied with sucking. His large hands freed up to touch Mu Qingyou's entire body.
"...Ha...didn't you already ask?" Unable
to resist, she spread her legs to let his hot body press in, Mu Qingyou's ten tender fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.
At this moment, her water-red dress was already torn to shreds. The upper part of her dress was completely ripped open, her wanton breasts trembling slightly under the man's lips, revealing snow-white nipples.
With her legs spread wide, Mo Yefeng's hand slipped under her skirt, and he lifted it to pull down her underpants. He then used his rough hands to caress her sensitive inner thighs.
"I don't believe you. I need to check myself,"
Mo Yefeng said with a wicked smile, facing the woman's question.
His fingers gradually touched the cleft between Mu Qingyou's legs, the part of her body he so longed for, gently gliding over her vulva until his fingertips were already wet. Then, in front of the woman, he held it up to their eye level and licked it clean with his tongue.
"Looks like you're being pampered quite a bit. Your body is even more sensitive than when you were being trained. You've only licked a few times and you're already so wet. You've been penetrated quite a few times recently, haven't you?"
Although he spoke casually about something extremely private, Mu Qingyou felt a chill run down her spine. Especially when she noticed that Mo Yefeng's narrow, dark eyes were gradually narrowing again, as if brewing some terrible idea, she hurriedly waved her hands, trying to say that she hadn't actually thought about it that many times.
"Ah!" However, before she could even beg for mercy, the man had already aimed two thick fingers at her vagina and forcefully thrust them in.
"Mo Yefeng!"
In just an instant, a strange, full sensation filled her passage, making her feel the man's strength and power.
"Why do you moan so sweetly, and so cloyingly?"
Tearing the woman's skirt, the man spread her thighs wider, frantically thrusting his fingers in and out of her honey hole.
"Too fast... I can't take it..."
She wanted to resist, wanted to hit this barbarian, but Mo Yefeng didn't give her that chance. Instead, he hooked his fingers and scraped her tender walls even more vigorously.
"Squeak... Squeak..."
The air was filled with the sounds of lewd, wet moans. Mu Qingyou, ashamed, exposed her pink, glistening vulva to the man, watching his fingers move excitedly and greedily in and out of her.
"I don't like other men fucking you, do you understand?"
Clear, lustful fluid instantly filled his hand. The man leaned down, using two fingers to stretch her vulva to its maximum. Her alluring pink opening was pitifully open before him, incredibly tempting.
"If only you had listened earlier! I led my troops to conquer the Qilin Kingdom, cut off that bastard Huangfu Ying's head, and you would have been mine forever."
"Ahhh!!"
As Mu Qingyou finally succumbed to his fingers, convulsing and gushing out streams of clear fluid, Mo Yefeng regained some of his composure. He gently withdrew his tightly gripped fingers and lowered his head to soothe the startled vulva with his tongue.
"Waaah...you're bullying me..."
Although the man's licking was much gentler than before, the orgasm brought on by this rape-like state still made Mu Qingyou cry in discomfort.
"It's been so long since we last met, and you act like this the first time we do. You're so annoying..."
Mu Qingyou pounded on Mo Yefeng's shoulder, sobbing softly as she accused him of being heartless
. She had been extremely happy to notice his arrival. But now he was giving her this jealous look, as if he was deliberately trying to ruin her happiness.
He didn't care about her, so how could he know how much she missed him during these days without him? He didn't care about her, so how could he know how much responsibility and suffering she carried!
"I hate you..."
Mo Yefeng, who was holding the woman's thighs and stirring his tongue inside her vagina, heard this and looked up in displeasure, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a fly.
"You think I'm promiscuous, but if you hadn't sent me away in the first place, how could I have become so promiscuous that you despise me!"
Angrily pushing the man's head, Mu Qingyou, unable to resist any longer, simply kicked him away, stepping on his shoulder. She expected Mo Yefeng to resist this time, but he quietly let her kick him to the other side of the bed, his face gloomy.
"...I didn't despise you."
Seeing the woman frantically straightening her tattered clothes, her legs clamped tightly together as if trying to cleanse herself of some humiliation,
Mo Yefeng quietly watched her. When he saw Mu Qingyou finally break down and begin to cry on the pillow, her pitiful and delicate appearance made his heart clench for no reason.
"Waaah..."
She ignored him, continuing to wallow in her sorrow.
"Hey, don't cry..."
Crawling over, he gently pushed Mu Qingyou's shoulder, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
It's all my fault. If I weren't so jealous, Xiao You'er wouldn't be so angry. But I'm not reconciled... As a man who gets whatever he wants, I just can't stand Kagura's idea of conquering the world through women!
To be a king, you have to be able to withstand bloodshed and watch rivers of blood flow. One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand, that's the way it is. What's wrong with wanting the world but not being able to let go of the beauty? At worst, you can die in battle, which is better than staying in a brothel every day waiting for news of your woman!
"Go away... don't pay attention to me..."
Feeling the man's hair swaying behind her bare back, Mu Qingyou knew that Mo Yefeng was right behind her. But she still stubbornly buried her head in the pillow, not wanting to face him who looked down on her.
The most painful thing in this world is to be seen as a slut by the man you love. If he really despises her like that, why did he come all the way to find her? Does he really think she's a prostitute, someone he can just take advantage of as soon as she comes?
"Sigh..."
He pushed Mu Qingyou a few more times, but seeing that she still didn't react, Mo Yefeng's expression finally softened.
He sighed softly, no longer disturbing her. He then lay down beside her, covering her with his warm body.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have treated you like that..."
His thin lips, filled with guilt, touched the back of Mu Qingyou's head, his fingers involuntarily caressing her cheek.
"Can you understand my pain, You'er... I just couldn't bear to see you defiled by other men..."
The cold, wicked man's touch now felt so gentle and tender. Mo Yefeng held Mu Qingyou in his arms, his tall body pressing down on her should have been a source of happiness, but his handsome face revealed unspeakable self-reproach and sadness.
"Feng..."
His fingers gripped the sheets, tightening and loosening repeatedly. Hearing Juanjuan speak her heart, Mu Qingyou's tears gradually disappeared.
"Do you blame me for always making you cry... But when I think of you in another man's arms, I can't control myself." Dejected, Mo Yefeng closed his dark eyes, clenching his fists as if he wanted to smash an entire mountain into pieces.
"Hehe, but you have to control yourself, even if you can't. After falling in love with Youyou, which of us didn't endure the pain and desperately try to control ourselves?"
The two were pouring out their hearts to each other in sorrow when a third voice suddenly interrupted the air.
"Who!"
Mo Yefeng was startled and quickly wrapped the half-naked woman in his arms with his robe, his dark eyes shooting a cold glint in the direction of the voice.
"Xuan Zi... how did you get here?"
Unlike the man on top of her, Mo Yefeng's murderous aura made Mu Qingyou feel like she was being pricked by needles, and she quickly struggled to climb out from under him.
Don't rush to hit him, she knows that voice very well!
"--Huangfu Xuan Zi."
Although he had heard about the "affair" between Mu Qingyou and Xuan Zi, Mo Yefeng was still very unhappy to see his rival appear and the woman in his arms being so unreserved towards him.
Damn it! He was so busy being intimate with Mu Qingyou that he didn't even realize someone had brazenly walked into the house.
"Long time no see."
Sensing the man's hostility, Huangfu Xuanzi showed no fear. Instead, she smiled innocently, her beautiful crescent-shaped eyes narrowing. He really hasn't changed at all. Always shouting for battle, his boiling blood seems to have nowhere to go. He might frighten Xiao Youyou.
"Get lost!"
Mo Yefeng's long, thick eyebrows furrowed even more, his displeasure evident as he sized up the fearless monster before him.
Tch, looking so effeminate, yet daring to try and steal my woman!
"Don't be in such a hurry to kick me out. I didn't expect to leave so soon after arriving here."
Facing the wolf-like man, Huangfu Xuanzi smiled lightly, her pouty lips playfully pouting at him, making Mo Yefeng feel nauseous.
This bastard…
"Xuanzi, Feng, stop it! Tell me what happened!"
Seeing the two grown men fighting like dogs over food and glaring at each other… Mu Qingyou, annoyed, quickly pulled her clothes back on and asked Huangfu Xuanzi what was wrong, fearing something serious had happened in the palace again.
"Youyou~~~"
Before she could finish speaking, Huangfu Xuanzi, her crescent-shaped eyes narrowed, happily pounced on her, burying her face in her chest.
"Ha!"
"..."
Instantly, Mu Qingyou and Mo Yefeng's faces turned red and green respectively, a rather dramatic sight.
"Nothing, I just missed you."
His handsome face rubbed against the woman's soft breasts like a crying infant. Mo Yefeng raised his fist, only to be gently pressed down by Mu Qingyou with a smile, before finally snapping back to his aggression and swinging it again.
"Get out of here if you don't want to die! I don't want to kill anyone today, you bastard!"
How dare you flirt with my woman in front of me? You're really asking for trouble. Mo Yefeng's forehead veins bulged, he was simply beyond endurance.
"Second brother..."
Just as the iron fist was about to hit Huangfu Xuanzi's face, the "beauty" suddenly raised her head with a pitiful look and gave
a call—
"Brother, can you really bear to hit me... um..."
"..."
Mo Yefeng was stunned.
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"You, this brat, do you even know what you're saying?"
Looking at Huangfu Xuanzi's beautiful and devout face, Mo Yefeng was stunned on the spot, his face extremely ugly.
"Did I say something wrong? Aren't you the illegitimate son that Father Emperor had outside? According to the age, you should be my biological brother."
Looking pitifully at the tall and handsome man in front of her, Huangfu Xuanzi moved closer to Mo Yefeng without fear of death, and even clenched her slender fingers and shook her sleeve twice.
"Shut up! Who is your brother? Don't try to claim kinship!"
Blood ties were a sore spot for Mo Yefeng. He had stormed the Xiao Kingdom and declared himself king because he resented Huangfu Tianji's denial of his identity and the secret adoption of him by General Shi. Since learning his true parentage, he had lived a life of humiliation and denial. That's why he relentlessly practiced martial arts and studied military strategy, hoping to one day return and reclaim everything that was rightfully his.
In truth, blood ties and titles… his mother didn't care about any of that, so why would she? Mo Yefeng was wicked and treacherous, willing to bear the infamy of a tyrant just to see the emperor Huangfu Tianji acknowledged kneel at his feet. To prove that Huangfu Tianji's heartless actions were wrong, and that only Mo Yefeng was truly fit to rule the next generation of emperors.
But now, even though he had developed feelings for Mu Qingyou, his emotions had been unknowingly awakened. Why did Huangfu Xuanzi's ordinary call instantly dispel all his violent aura, leaving only a slight tremor...?
"Second brother... don't be so cold to me, I'm your own brother..."
Seeing that Mo Yefeng didn't hit him immediately, Huangfu Xuanzi was overjoyed. Her crescent-shaped eyes glistened with tears as she continued her pitiful act.
"Second brother, don't be silent, we're brothers, please call me, okay?"
She opened her arms and hugged the man's leg warmly, gently rubbing her cheek against his knee like a kitten waiting for affection.
"...Get away... disgusting!"
Already feeling numb from being called that, Mo Yefeng felt like he'd been electrocuted by Xuanzi's hug. He shook his legs awkwardly, wanting only to shake off the clingy pest.
"Xuan Zi, this..." Mu
Qingyou, who had remained silent the whole time, was completely dumbfounded. She wanted to laugh, but felt it would be disrespectful to laugh at what should have been a touching scene. Yet, not laughing made the scene seem utterly ridiculous. She could only sit there dumbly, watching this farce continue.
"Ah! Youyou, you help me too! Please get my second brother to acknowledge me, okay? I don't like war, and I don't understand politics. I just want my dear second brother back!" As she spoke, Huangfu Xuan Zi's beautiful face displayed a rich array of expressions. She even deliberately wiped her eyes with her sleeve, as if large tears were welling up. Her already coquettish voice sounded even more alluring, making Mo Yefeng feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.
"This..."
Hearing Huangfu Xuan Zi's plea, Mu Qingyou awkwardly scratched her head.
She knew Mo Yefeng all too well; getting him to acknowledge Huangfu Xuan Zi in this situation was practically impossible. However, upon calming down and thinking it over, she realized that her secret rendezvous with Mo Yefeng had led to her running into Huangfu Xuanzi. Xuanzi, of course, understood the situation and wouldn't say much. But Mo Yefeng might not be so magnanimous and might rashly injure another man.
Now, with Huangfu's actions, what could have easily turned into a bloody confrontation had miraculously diminished Mo Yefeng's murderous intent due to the added unsettling element—
in this way, it wasn't entirely a bad thing.
Thinking of this, she glanced down and observed that Huangfu Xuanzi was only wiping away tears, yet his sleeves remained completely dry. Mu Qingyou became even more convinced that Huangfu Xuanzi was simply putting on an act in a moment of quick thinking. So, to save her other lover's life, she softly joined in.
"Feng, look how sincere Xuanzi is. You're brothers, after all. Why don't you call him that?"
Gazing affectionately at the man who was constantly frowning, the woman suppressed a laugh and put her arm around his shoulder.
"You're meddling too!"
Just as the man was about to kick Huangfu Xuanzi away, he heard Mu Qingyou say this and turned around in disbelief, his thin lips parting in surprise.
"Yes, yes! Youyou is right, waaaah... Second brother, you're so heartless to Zi..."
Seeing that Mu Qingyou was now standing completely beside her, Xuanzi stopped crying and started to laugh, then began to cling to Mo Yefeng's leg and act coquettishly.
"You really are..."
Unable to bear being pestered by the two of them any longer, Mo Yefeng raised his eyebrows, let out a cold snort, and then suddenly struck Xuanzi's shoulder with a palm, sending him flying three feet without hurting him.
"Ouch!"
Although the fall didn't hurt, Huangfu Xuanzi still sat on the ground and cried out in pain.
"Hey! Don't hurt him!"
Not knowing what had happened, Mu Qingyou only thought that Mo Yefeng had gone berserk and injured Xuanzi. When she went to check, she saw Huangfu Xuanzi secretly winking at her, and at the same time, making a reassuring gesture with his fingers. Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.
"Let's go!"
However, before she could turn around and say anything more to Mo Yefeng, Mu Qingyou felt her body lighten and she was already being carried away like an arrow by the man.
"Tch, that deadbeat is so fierce, and I've been so attentive to you."
Watching the door creak and sway as it was pushed open, Huangfu Xuanzi made a face in the direction the two disappeared.
"But you left just in time, if you hadn't left, I probably would have had to kiss you..."
Imagining that disgusting scene, she couldn't stand it and shook her head.
If she were to use the trick of acting cute and effeminate, she wouldn't use it often—but in critical situations, this trick would be extremely useful. Especially with that legitimate emperor brother and this brother Yefeng, who was related to her by blood but had never been acknowledged.
These two were both very macho, pure men, and they were most helpless against her effeminate brother. But from a point of view, what kind of hero is someone who only knows how to shout and fight? The most important thing is to be able to strategize without losing a single soldier. To deal with them, a direct confrontation is not the way; a gentle approach is most effective!
"Come, let me see where our little wolf cub is hiding."
Huangfu Xuanzi nimbly flipped and leaped to her feet, her shrewd crescent-shaped eyes narrowing as she began to search the room.
Under the bed? Not there. In the kitchen? Not there either. Behind the screen? Still nothing.
"Then it must be here."
A pair of slender, white hands suddenly pulled open the wardrobe door, meeting Xue's pair of dark green, terrified eyes.
"Ah!"
Seeing that he had been discovered by a stranger, the silver wolf howled, his body trembling even more violently.
Who? What did he want?!
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my good baby, come with me, I'm a doctor—"
Seeing the silver wolf's terrified appearance, Huangfu Xuanzi laughed heartily.
" As expected of Xiao Youyou, entrusting matters to her is always a sure thing.
" "Hey, Feng! Where are we going!"
Panting, Mu Qingyou was being pulled along by Mo Yefeng, feeling a sense of déjà vu from their elopement days.
"Almost there, let's stop here."
Hearing the woman's voice, Mo Yefeng looked around and nodded.
"Hmm."
Not understanding what he meant, Mu Qingyou followed his gaze and realized that the two of them had unknowingly run into the back mountain. But the scenery here was completely different from what she had seen when she rescued the silver wolf. Instead of a terrifying jungle, there was an endless grassland and a sea of flowers.
"Wow...so beautiful!" Good
heavens!
The woman couldn't help but widen her eyes. How could she not know that there was such a beautiful place in the back mountain? At this moment, her nostrils were filled with the fragrance of flowers, and she was almost intoxicated by the bright moonlight and the magnificent sea of flowers.
"Do you like it?"
Seeing the woman's surprised expression, Mo Yefeng smiled faintly. A large hand gently brushed her long hair from her forehead, her deep black eyes gazing into the distance, lost in thought.
"Mmm, I like it!"
Happy embrace tightened around the man's strong waist, and Mu Qingyou nestled contentedly into his arms.
It was this feeling—
the two of them quietly nestled together, feeling each other's burning body heat. The embrace made them intimate, and their heartbeats made them cherish each other even more. The feeling of love slowly spread between them on the gentle breeze, melting on their tongues like sweet candied fruit.
"I missed you so much..."
Her thoughts drifted far away, then were pulled back from the distant horizon. After Huangfu Xuanzi's outburst, and now being in the Qilin Palace, Mo Yefeng thought of his past, of everything he had experienced and carried over the years. A touch of desolation and sorrow gathered around his long brows, but the woman in his arms gently brushed it away with her fingers.
"Mmm..."
His mind became somewhat hazy, and Mo Yefeng didn't quite hear her.
"I said I love you, I miss you so much—"
Knowing he must be tormenting himself again, Mu Qingyou took his hand and placed it on her chest, feeling his heart-stirring heartbeat.
"You'er..."
Hearing Mu Qingyou's words, it felt as if a line of defense in Mo Yefeng's heart had instantly collapsed.
That's how people are; all cruelty actually stems from fear of the outside world. But when emotions become weapons, and passion transforms into sincerity, no one can stop the desire to love, to love, and to be loved.
"I love you so much too... so much... don't leave me..."
Holding the woman tightly in his arms, the man's thin lips trembled, and his usually cold and wicked dark eyes became moist.
"I won't leave, never, never."
Taking the initiative to cup the man's handsome face and gently kiss him, Mu Qingyou wished she could transfer all of Mo Yefeng's pain onto herself.
"Then give it to me, give me everything you can give!"
He initially responded passively to the woman's kiss, but unknowingly it turned into an active and intense deep kiss. Mo Yefeng's kisses grew increasingly passionate, until finally his long, wet tongue was completely inside the woman's mouth, swirling around inside. His large, bronze hands also forcefully cupped and pushed her buttocks upwards, grasping and squeezing her soft, full flesh.
"Ah... um..."
Mu Qingyou, her eyes half-open, endured the man's frenzied plunder, not knowing how long they had been kissing. They exchanged saliva, their crimson tongues intertwining in the air, drawing out silver threads.
"Feng... Feng..."
Desire made the men greedy, and their actions rough.
The moment she was pushed down into the flowerbed, Mu Qingyou felt incredibly hot... her clothes were all torn off, revealing her full breasts and the private area between her legs. Mo Yefeng, equally naked and muscular, his bronze skin gleaming in the moonlight, his long, dark hair flying in the wind, made him look like a ghostly legend.
"You're so sensitive here, um, I get hard with just a rub."
Ascending the woman's body, Mo Yefeng rubbed his strong thigh muscles against her soft skin, his large hands covering her soft breasts and kneading them haphazardly.
"Mmm...so comfortable...mmm..."
Making love in the wilderness is already an exciting thing, especially with the alluring moonlight tonight, the two of them seemed to have returned to their primal state, completely indulging their animalistic instincts and lust.
"Where does it feel good? You like me to rub your breasts hard here."
Rough fingers pinched the two small nipples on the top of the woman's breasts and squeezed and rubbed them, even pinching the two white breasts into a high, erect shape.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Ignoring the man's question, Mu Qingyou's cheeks were slightly red and she was panting, only able to let him ravage and play with her.
"Are you wet yet? I want to fuck you now!"
Having not made love with a woman for a long time, Mo Yefeng could not resist the little vixen's alluring appearance. He lowered his head and nibbled at her full breasts while reaching down to touch her vulva.
"Mmm...I want...I want..."
Feeling the man's restless hands, the woman willingly parted her legs. His thick fingers slowly slid between her labia, gently tugging at her labia minora with their tips.
"You're already so wet, you're a natural slut who needs a man to fuck you!"
He had only been anxiously probing, but hadn't expected Mu Qingyou's vagina to already be throbbing and releasing mouthfuls of fluid, soaking his hands.
"Feng...I want a big cock...put it in...mmm!"
Clutching her chest, yearning for more affection, Mu Qingyou had barely uttered those lewd words when Mo Yefeng viciously bent down and sucked her lips.
"Mmm..."
Looking back in surprise, she saw Mo Yefeng grinning lewdly, his evil expression tinged with a wolfish ferocity.
"Little vixen, don't talk nonsense. Otherwise, you'll have to clean up the mess later."
"Mmm..."
Mo Yefeng was unusually agitated today. Feeling a thick, iron-like penis already stirring outside her vagina, Mu Qingyou's desire to be penetrated intensified.
"I don't care... I want to be penetrated... penetrate harder... my pussy wants it so much..."
Seeing that even this couldn't completely seduce her, Mu Qingyou hardened her heart and became even more wanton, actively parting her pink labia with her fingers, her legs spread even wider in a wanton manner, only wanting a man to fuck her.
"This is what you insisted on. Originally, I wanted to treat you gently, but now it seems that's impossible."
Attracted by the woman's wanton behavior, Mo Yefeng stuck out the tip of his tongue and lightly licked the corner of his mouth. His long, narrow black eyes appeared even more profound in the darkness. Suddenly, he reached out and forcefully grabbed one of the woman's ankles, then bent her knees and pressed them down. This action made Mu Qingyou's entire vulva stick up high, completely exposed to the man's burning gaze, even her pink anus was clearly seen.
"Ah..."
Unexpectedly, the man used such an intense position right away. The woman was both expectant and afraid, and could only watch helplessly as the man's huge penis, which emerged from his dark pubic hair, was slowly inserted into her lower body.
"Can you feel me? Hmm."
Looking down, he watched his penis enter Mu Qingyou's vagina, stretching the narrow pink opening wider and wider until it became a hole that swallowed his penis completely with a "plop" sound. In that instant, he felt his whole body being sucked dry by the penetration, and he couldn't help but let out a sexy moan.
"So full...so big...it's killing me..."
The emptiness inside her was filled by the sex toy, and Mu Qingyou contracted her vagina, feeling that different kind of fullness. Oh God...she loved the feeling of being possessed by him, even rape was so pleasurable!
"I'm going to fuck you to death! You slut! Let's see how horny you can get!"
Continuing to hold down the woman's legs, Mo Yefeng knelt up. His upper body remained still, but his lower body was already swaying rapidly like waves.
"Ah...ah...the big meat stick is so numb..." The sounds of water and friction accompanied the fierce piston-like movements. Unable to release her pent-up pleasure, Mu Qingyou simply wrapped her arms around her thighs, raising her lower body even higher for Mo Yefeng to fuck.
"Oh... I'm sucking you to death, you little vixen... I'll fuck your cunt raw!"
While thrusting forcefully, the man reached out and kneaded Mu Qingyou's breasts and buttocks, his dark hands constantly roaming and caressing her body, as if he could never get enough of her.
Her buttock muscles relaxed and tensed with each thrust and withdrawal. Flower fluids splattered from where the two were joined, moistening the crushed flower beneath them.
"Slap... slap..."
The only sounds echoing in the sea of flowers were the sounds of male and female intercourse. The handsome man and beautiful woman, despite engaging in the most unrestrained lewd act in the world, were still pleasing to the eye from afar.
"Mmm... ouch..." Gradually, the narrow flesh hole was wide open by Mo Yefeng's penis, biting the man's penis as it went in and out, as if trying to twist this huge thing in half.
"Scream... I love your moaning, your wanton way of moaning... Scream it out for me!"
Having thrust into Mu Qingyou thousands of times in this position, Mo Yefeng felt the shaft being sucked so intensely, but the glans was still unsatisfied. He released the woman's alluring white buttocks, held her trembling body as he lay down, and continued thrusting into her enchanting cunt from behind in a side-entry position.
"Feng... I've made so much water for you..."
The side-entry position is usually pleasurable for men, but with Mu Qingyou's back pressed against Mo Yefeng's chest, her buttocks against his lower abdomen, and her right leg held high in the air to avoid obstruction, it was truly a sweet torture.
A dark purple penis was inserted between her legs, constantly moving in and out, while her breasts were held horizontally by an arm wrapped around her shoulders. The nipples rubbed against the hard muscles of her arm, quickly producing a strange sensation. “Let a little more flow, little You'er… I’ll dry you off in a bit.” “Oh… um…”
Originally, she thought Mo Yefeng was just teasing her, but unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the man indeed shook his hips faster behind her, his firm buttocks swaying back and forth, using the shallow groove on his glans to bring more lustful fluid out of her vagina.
“Ah… ah… I can’t take it anymore! Feng!”
Being thrust into so tirelessly, even with the aphrodisiac, Rao Mu Qingyou couldn’t fully withstand the man’s vigor.
Before long, her vagina began to contract and twitch, and her clitoris trembled violently.
“You’re about to climax, so easily aroused… little vixen…”
Sensing the changes in the woman’s body, Mo Yefeng thrust into her vagina even more forcefully, his fingers even quickly finding the clitoris hidden between her labia and pressing it hard.
“Ah… I’m squirting… I’m squirting…”
As Mu Qingyou couldn’t help but scream, waves of fluid gushed out of her vagina, hitting the man’s glans and making the small hole on it excited.
"Oh!"
Originally, Mo Yefeng wanted to take advantage of her climax to have sex with her a little longer, but he couldn't withstand the stimulation. His strong body tensed up even more, and soon he also ejaculated into Mu Qingyou's vagina.
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After venting once, Mo Yefeng was obviously not completely satisfied. Holding the woman's waist, he withdrew his slightly softened desire from her body, and then used his fingers to play with the pearly semen that overflowed from her vagina.
"One more time, mmm."
The evil man pulled the hot and sticky liquid into long threads, and then slowly smeared those threads on Mu Qingyou's vulva and nipples, using them as the best lubricant to play with. The man's thin lips were close to the woman's ear, and he gently blew on her, begging for sex with an irresistible sexy posture.
"Can you handle it if I do it again?"
Dissatisfied that the other party was using her body like toilet paper, Mu Qingyou twisted and tried to avoid the annoying big hands. But Mo Yefeng held him tightly with his other long, strong arm, making it impossible for him to refuse his teasing.
"You doubt me?"
He raised an eyebrow, his pride slightly wounded.
In the past, when they made love, he'd always ejaculated once and then let her go, never satisfying her greed with just one act. But today, strangely, she was becoming more restrained.
"I don't doubt you. I just want you to be full and then sleep. I could do it for three days and three nights without batting an eye." Seeing the man's adorable furrowed brow, Mu Qingyou wrapped her arms around Mo Yefeng's neck, smiling and trying to regain her composure.
Who was he
? Just that "everyone hates" lecherous devil.
If even a lecherous devil surrendered in this world, how could a man explain himself to his woman?
"That's more like it, but even if I'm not full, I can still make you suffer."
Mu Qingyou's words, though largely reassuring, were undoubtedly a compliment to the man in love. Happy, she lay back among the flowers. The man, full of enthusiasm, used his hands to support her under her armpits, lifting her upper body high, gazing at her face-to-face from a distance.
Though the night was dark, the starlight and the moonlight were enough for them to see each other's smiles.
"Hey, put me down! I'm so tired!"
Suddenly suspended in mid-air, Mu Qingyou had to spread her legs and sit on his firm abs, her full vulva rubbing against his muscular physique, bringing a unique pleasure. Her long hair cascaded down,
intertwining with her dark locks. Since ancient times, the bond between husband and wife has been likened to a knot of hair; now, the two of them, like these intertwined strands of hair, declared their vow to never be separated for eternity. Looking down at Mo Yefeng's face through the darkness, Mu Qingyou suddenly felt incredibly happy. Because her little brother was so handsome it was almost divine.
Hehe.
Although Kagura and Huangfu Ying were also handsome, and Xuan Zi was charming, Mo Yefeng was still the most handsome.
His hair was long, like black satin, shimmering and shiny. His nose was high, like someone from the Western Regions, and his deep-set eyes made his narrow, elongated eyes look particularly mysterious, yet also somewhat sinister and cold. At first glance, one might be terrified by the sinister aura emanating from this man, especially his thin, almost invisible lips when he smiled—it was truly chilling.
But as one gets to know him, and falls in love—
one slowly realizes that this man is actually good in every way.
Good looks, good talent, good martial arts, good physique… even his penis is so hard and large, and his stamina is unparalleled…
“You’er… why are you drooling?”
Looking at the woman’s increasingly wet lips with suspicion, Mo Yefeng shook her.
“Hiss—”
Quietly sucking away the drool, Mu Qingyou quickly adopted her most alluring expression to distract from her earlier lapse.
“No, you’re seeing things,” she laughed it off.
"Oh, I must be seeing things. Am I seeing a little glutton lusting after my sexy body?"
She'd been holding back her laughter for so long, but finally broke down. Her deep, cheerful voice vibrated in Mu Qingyou's ears, causing two red clouds to rise on her cheeks. The man chuckled as he put her down and pulled her back into his arms, his eyes narrowed, looking both harmless and utterly despicable.
"Die! Your body isn't sexy at all!"
Unwilling to be teased like this, Mu Qingyou angrily pounded her chest, but Mo Yefeng flipped her over and pinned her down, his hot lips covering hers, silencing all her protests.
Gently sucking and then pressing deeply, the man kissed her lips sensually, closing his eyes.
Before, when he first met her, all he could think about was making love to her. But now, he preferred kissing her. Between lovers, kissing is like holding hands—more about expressing love, less about lust. It allows a cold heart to feel warmed. "
It seems—he really hasn't changed a bit." "
Heh..."
After cuddling the beauty in his arms for a while, Mo Yefeng lightly licked the saliva on his thin lips and lifted his head from her face.
"Hehe, I almost ran out of breath."
Finally released by the domineering man with a laugh, Mu Qingyou also laughed, while patting her chest and panting heavily.
"You'er."
Blinking his eyes and staring at the woman beneath him, he seemed to want to say something, but after thinking for a moment, Mo Yefeng lowered his voice and rolled over to lie back down in the flower bushes. The tall body hit the ground with a heavy thud, and he completely relaxed, stretching out his limbs. His handsome face, like that of a god, was facing the starry sky, his thoughts seemingly drifting elsewhere.
"What do you want to say?"
Knowing Mu Qingyou as well, the woman turned to the side, supporting her head with one hand and gently pressing her with the other, as if drawing circles on her chest muscles.
"How long have you been with Huangfu Xuanzi?"
Hearing the question, Mu Qingyou was stunned. Then, she curled her lips into a frank smile.
"It's been a few months, or maybe longer, I can't quite remember."
"You're quite open about it."
Reaching out, he grabbed the woman's pointed chin, his dark eyes narrowing menacingly. He had long heard rumors that Mu Qingyou had affairs with both men in the palace, but he had initially thought she was just saying it in anger. Only after witnessing Huangfu Xuanzi's outrageous behavior did he realize the whole truth. Damn it.
"Thanks to you."
Without flinching or dodging, Mu Qingyou struck at Mo Yefeng's weak spot with just one sentence.
Ah, that's right.
But even her flirtatious and promiscuous behavior was thanks to him.
"You still hate me?"
After all this time, she still harbored resentment for sending her to a political marriage, so she punished herself for being heartless by having lovers with different men?
Thinking of this, Mo Yefeng's hand gradually loosened. An indescribable sadness flashed across his dark pupils, leaving only a faint desolation.
"Mo Yefeng—"
Hearing the other person suddenly say this, Mu Qingyou's face also turned cold.
Almost clenching her teeth, she stared into his eyes and said, word by word—
"I like you, the whole world knows."
"Oh, so. What about them? What about the men? Don't you like them too?"
Unmoved by the woman's confession, the man closed his eyes sadly, not wanting to think about how many people she had said this to.
"My feelings for them aren't liking, they're love. Do you understand?"
Not allowing the man to escape her, Mu Qingyou covered Mo Yefeng's cheeks and forced him to open his eyes.
"Is there a difference?" Unable to find peace because of her harassment, and already feeling irritated, Mo Yefeng couldn't hold back any longer. He suddenly sat up from the flower bushes, brushed her hand away, and stood up to confront her.
Very well, this was their first argument!
"Yes!"
Mu Qingyou roared. "Liking is selfish, possessive, and can only exist one-on-one. But love is vast, inclusive, and can accommodate many people who are good to you, understand?!"
"..."
Never having imagined that this woman could have such a detailed yet profound understanding of feelings, Mo Yefeng was stunned, unable to utter a single word.
"Besides you, you've never told anyone else you like them!"
Trembling with excitement, Mu Qingyou felt equally hurt as the man froze. She turned her head away, not wanting him to see her vulnerable tears. But the tears wouldn't listen to her, nor could her pride; her tears kept falling, soaking her bare chest.
"You're deliberately torturing me... right... you just don't want me to feel good, that's why you're crying so sadly... right..."
Seeing the woman cover her face in pain, Mo Yefeng felt as if his heart was being stabbed with a knife.
He moved to Mu Qingyou's side and resolutely hugged her trembling body from behind, regardless of how fiercely she resisted afterward.
"Let go!"
she struggled, she shouted.
"No!"
he shouted back, his arms tightening their grip.
"I hate you! I hate you! Mo Yefeng! It's all because of you! That's why I've become like this!"
After venting her anger like a wildcat, Mu Qingyou leaned desperately against the man's chest, continuing to wail, letting the tightness make it hard for her to breathe.
"Hate me, it's my fault. It's all my fault..."
He wanted to wipe away her tears, but Mo Yefeng hesitated, deciding not to dry his own wet eyes first. So bitter... She was so bitter too... Fate was cruel, after so many separations and reunions, their love was still so painful...
She had changed, but could she stay with him forever? Was this the greatest punishment from heaven for his past tyranny? So
cruel...
"I want to possess you, I want you to love only me... Do you understand... I'm so afraid, so afraid that one day I will lose you..."
Just thinking about how intimate Huangfu Xuanzi had been earlier made him grit his teeth in hatred. But after the hatred subsided, he thought of Huangfu Ying, and then of Shen Le. He realized that he had no reason to hate them at all.
Wasn't it him who sent her to seduce them? She
was so wicked, so smug, thinking she'd pulled off a brilliant move with her beauty…
In the end, there's only ever been one instigator.
"I love you, I really love you, and I'll always love you like this. In this life, we probably can't have each other all to ourselves, but in the next, I'll marry no one but you."
After crying, Mu Qingyou clung tightly to the man's strong arm. She rubbed her delicate cheek against his body, kissing him lightly and licking him slowly with her tongue. She expressed her love in the most primal and instinctive way.
"I can't abandon them, so I give them my love. But I only love one person, please believe me, please forgive me. Our time together is so short, don't let us torture each other anymore, okay?"
At the end, Mu Qingyou burst into tears again.
"Don't cry… baby… please don't cry…"
Similarly, Mo Yefeng, expressing his own anguish and heartache, stroked Mu Qingyou's long hair with his lips, sucking on her ear to comfort them both. "Little vixen, you thought you would rule the world as an emperor. Who knew you would end up as a concubine... It seems that in this life, I am destined to be the empress, and I cannot escape the pie-sharing among the other concubines."
Gradually, the soft kiss turned into a burning one. Before they knew it, their lips were intertwined again, tears and unspoken words deepening their love and fueling their burning desire.
Mo Yefeng tried to comfort her with jokes, simultaneously revealing his ultimate compromise.
"Forget it," he thought, "who loves whom, who owes whom.
Back then, I had hundreds, if not thousands, of women, indulging in debauchery every day, coming and going without ever cherishing them. Now, it's truly retribution, making me one of this little vixen's many men. Saying no won't change anything.
Oh, wait. I can't say 'love' anymore. According to this woman's logic, I should change 'love' to 'like' from now on, otherwise I'll be wasting my rights as the empress.
" "Mmm...mmm..."
Sucking on Mo Yefeng's tongue, Mu Qingyou, her tears still wet, was already burning with desire.
The two kissed passionately, from forehead to nose, from nose to chin. Every inch of their bodies was covered in each other's saliva, their four wet lips pressed together, making a soft "smacking" sound that aroused both lust and desire.
"What should I do? I don't know how to treat you properly..."
Mo Yefeng murmured, kissing her neck as he passionately caressed her breasts.
"What are you doing now?"
Mo Qingyou gasped, her beautiful eyes closed, thinking that she would surely be covered in hickeys again. This man was truly ruthless; his methods were so rough when they made love.
"I didn't know what else to do, so I could only do this." He reached down and pinched her clitoris, his fingers easily slipping into her vagina with the lubrication from their previous lovemaking. Mo Yefeng continued to thrust his fingers in and out of that enchanting orifice, while simultaneously guiding Mo Qingyou's hands to his massive member, implying that she should help him in the same way.
"You like it this way?"
Obediently encircling the man's desire, Mu Qingyou used her tiger's mouth to encircle the large root, starting from the bottom and gently stroking it up and down.
"Mmm...continue...continue..."
Originally, he wanted to caress the other's genitals with her, but Mu Qingyou's technique was too pleasurable, so he slowly let his fingers slip out of the tight little hole and changed to a sitting position with his palms flat on the ground.
His lower abdomen was taut and thrusting towards her, proudly showing off his large penis, which was erect at an angle.
"Okay..."
Taking advantage of the situation, he knelt down between the man's legs, and Mu Qingyou's pretty face was facing that tuft of fluffy black hair as she gripped the penis even harder and rubbed it vigorously. An
ordinary man would definitely not be able to withstand her strong grip, but Mo Yefeng's penis was particularly hard and thick. With her tightening and finger pressure, the glans immediately oozed hot fluid, and before the woman could shake it, it began to tremble up and down and side to side as if it had a life of its own.
"Don't twist... I can't hold on much longer!"
Feeling the penis in her hand throbbing back and forth as if it were alive, Mu Qingyou felt like she was catching a live fish.
"Sorry, but I can't control myself."
In the throes of excitement, Mo Yefeng couldn't stop. He grabbed Mu Qingyou's right hand and, along with it, grasped the massive member between her legs, stroking it roughly without any explanation.
"Oh... oh oh... so good..."
The pleasure from her lower body caused her to produce a large amount of saliva, and before she could swallow it all, Mo Yefeng parted his thin lips and let out an extremely sexy moan.
"You'er, this feels so good... lick me with your tongue... hurry up, baby..."
Just thinking about being enveloped by her soft, warm mouth made his penis throb even more violently. Desiring to reach out and hook the back of Mu Qingyou's head against his desire, Mo Yefeng couldn't help but tighten his narrow buttocks and actively rub his large, round head against the woman's bright red mouth.
"Ah...no...uh..."
Mu Qingyou was about to refuse, intending to take it slow, but before she knew it, a thick, hard penis had entered her mouth, filling it completely.
"Uh...uh..."
Her tongue was pressed down by the glans, making it less flexible. But seeing Mo Yefeng enjoying himself, his handsome face so charming, she obediently began to lick him slowly.
"Lick the shallow grooves on the sides too, yes...and the top...oh..."
With his eyes half-closed, feeling the pleasure emanating from the most sensitive part of his body, Mo Yefeng almost melted into this lewdness.
"Ah..."
As she licked until the very end, she saw that the man's penis was only getting harder and more forceful. Mu Qingyou gave up spitting out the long, silvery thing, and while caressing her two well-proportioned balls, she sat up, grasped the penis, and sat down on it, aiming it at her vagina.
"Uh...so full..."
She cried out in pleasure as the man penetrated her deeply.
"So eager, you little slut."
Watching the beauty automatically swallow him up, Mo Yefeng became excited and grabbed Mu Qingyou's buttocks to help her ride him quickly.
69 Laughing and Crying Couple
"Oh... umm..."
The riding position allowed the man's penis to penetrate even deeper. Mu Qingyou felt her lower body being stretched open by the hard cylinder, her tender cervix being directly thrust into and pushed against. Excitement made her entire vulva tremble. Her vaginal fluid kept dripping, drawing the penis even deeper.
"Do you like me fucking you like this, umm?"
Mo Yefeng thrust his waist upwards forcefully, half-lying in the flower bushes. One hand supported his tall body from behind, while the other hand was placed on Mu Qingyou's waist to help her move more rhythmically.
"I like it... faster..."
With the man's penis penetrating her pink little hole right under her nose, the woman leaned forward slightly, sticking out her buttocks so that the penis could hit her more sensitive parts from another angle.
"Your ass is so alluring, I just want to fuck it hard every day!"
The beauty's initiative pleased Mo Yefeng, yet also made him sigh. He straightened his legs and lay down, closing his dark eyes contentedly. Two large, thick hands grasped Mu Qingyou's fair and tender buttocks, kneading the elastic flesh and pressing it forcefully against his penis.
"Ah...ah ah...um..."
As the man increased the intensity of his thrusts, the woman's vulva was forced open by the glans, and spring water gushed out like a tide, wetting the dark hair of both of them. Their pubic hair rubbed against each other, their genitals pressed tightly together. This intense friction between flesh and blood overwhelmed them both with the pleasure of intercourse.
"I feel so good...You'er..."
In the distance, various flowers swayed in the wind, vying for attention. A man and a woman, naked, made love freely in this natural setting, releasing their innate desires.
The man was muscular, tall, and strong. His dark, narrow buttocks rose and fell, trembling and swaying back and forth. He looked both wild and lewd. His muscles were taut from intercourse, glistening with sweat as if coated with oil. The woman, in comparison, appeared much more slender and petite. Her snow-white thighs parted automatically, straddling her abdomen, offering her most private parts for penetration. His
purplish-black penis, buried in her vagina, swelled into a huge iron rod, its smooth, dark shaft covered in glistening vaginal fluid. It thrust in and out of the woman's vagina repeatedly, the glans scraping against the tender flesh, drawing out the vaginal fluid bit by bit. As the opening widened with each thrust, her thin labia minora flipped in and out with it.
"Won't this loosen her vagina?"
Mo Yefeng asked, his dark eyes widening with a strange expression as he continued to stroke the woman's buttocks.
"Shut up... How am I supposed to answer this?!"
Just as she was feeling the itch all over her body being relieved by the man's ministrations, and was practically grinning from ear to ear, she heard this jarring remark. Annoyed , she slapped the man's chest, clearly displeased.
Ugh, what did that mean?
However, looking down at the two still engaged in their piston-like movements, her once narrow opening, barely able to fit a finger, now relishing a penis thicker than a baby's arm, Mo Yefeng's words sent a chill down her spine.
"Yeah, look. Your clitoris used to be tiny, but now it's so big, obviously from being touched too much. Besides, it used to grip so tightly when I inserted it. But now it's like a tickle, almost no feeling at all."
As clever as Mo Yefeng was, he easily noticed the worry on the woman's face. Even though her lower body was feeling incredibly comfortable being sucked by that little hole, any tighter would be superfluous. But he mischievously said the opposite to provoke Mu Qingyou, wanting to see what she would do.
Hehehe, sometimes teasing this proud woman is quite fun!
"Who said that? I don't think so!"
Sure enough, his casual remark easily made Mu Qingyou blush.
She lowered her head and carefully examined their joined parts, even touching the small part of the penis that was sticking out and the two balls evenly spread on both sides. Her frowning and thinking expression was as cute as could be, making Mo Yefeng's penis even harder.
"You don't think so, but I think the person who went in has the most say."
He licked his thin lips and sat up with a wicked smile, holding Mu Qingyou's body and pressing her down on him again. He
skillfully hooked the woman's legs onto his arms, knelt between her legs, and deliberately lifted her buttocks to slowly insert himself, letting her see clearly how he reached into her vagina.
"Look, isn't it much easier to insert now than before? I can't even feel your vagina sucking."
"Really...really?"
This sentence was a huge blow to Mu Qingyou. Unwilling to give up, she followed her gaze and saw that the huge penis was fiercely drilling in and out of her body as if it were alive, seemingly without any resistance. The woman was almost crying from what she was told. Reluctantly, she tried to tighten her vagina, not wanting her beloved man to despise her because of this.
Waaah...what should I do...
this big pervert likes to have sex with her the most. If her vagina becomes loose and she can't get pleasure, won't this guy quickly fall for someone else...?
"Oh...oh oh!"
Originally, he only wanted to see Mu Qingyou's frustrated and coquettish appearance, but he didn't expect that tormenting vagina to be like a gradually vacuuming hose. As soon as the penis was inserted, it became a bottle stopper, being sucked tighter and tighter, until finally even the glans was bitten by the cervix, making it very difficult to pull out.
"No...don't squeeze anymore..."
In an instant, a surging wave of pleasure surged upwards along Mo Yefeng's penis, exploding throughout his limbs and bones, leaving him with a hazy, numb sensation before his eyes and his knees trembling as he reached his limit.
"Oh God...have mercy on me...have mercy on me, my dear You'er...don't squeeze like that..."
For a moment, his penis felt like it was stuck in quagmire, unable to pull out. The already incredibly tight passage became even more unbearable, gripping his shaft tightly. No matter how he swayed left or right, it was to no avail. Cold sweat poured down his back, and his thin, fleshy lips turned purple with fear.
This little vixen...could she be so ruthless as to try and break him off alive like this...?
"Bad man...dislike me...waaaah..."
Ignoring the man's pleas for mercy, Mu Qingyou saw Mo Yefeng's increasingly grim expression and assumed he didn't like her movements, only mocking her loose vagina for not knowing how to squeeze properly. Enraged, she gritted her teeth and tightened her vaginal muscles even more, almost squeezing out tears from the man.
"Ah!! Ahhh!!"
A beastly scream echoed in Mo Yefeng's ears like thunder. In an instant, all the blood rushed to his forehead, his temples throbbing, veins bulging.
It hurts... Mom... It hurts so much...
It felt like his precious thing was being squeezed and torn apart. Mo Yefeng frowned, his narrow eyes narrowing, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Baby... have mercy on me... I was wrong..."
He writhed awkwardly on top of the woman, his face contorted in pain, unable to bear the pain any longer. His lower back went numb, and he ejaculated, finally releasing hot semen.
"..."
Watching the sweat-drenched man, his face alternating between red and white, lower his head and cover his shrinking "brother," finally able to escape unscathed, Mo Yefeng's wide eyes revealed utter disbelief. Mu Qingyou, unaware of the situation, pointed to "there" and bluntly said,
"You actually ejaculated prematurely..."
Well, while this period of time would be considered a long time for most men, given Mo Yefeng's usual prowess, ejaculating now was definitely premature.
"Damn it..." He couldn't believe he'd actually been so pathetic as to surrender so easily with her grip, but the facts were undeniable. His penis had clearly been terrified by her squeezing it inside. Not only had he prematurely ejaculated, but he also looked utterly dejected, shrinking to an unprecedented size.
This...this was an absolute humiliation!!!
Enraged, Mo Yefeng roared and slammed his fist into the ground, creating a crater. His handsome face turned a deep red for the first time in his life, and he felt pessimistically that he would never be able to hold his head high in front of this woman again.
"Hey...are you alright..."
He hadn't realized he'd so cruelly taken away all the dignity of this once arrogant man, and that this great demon, after transforming into Little Bao, was now so easily provoked. Mu Qingyou stared wide-eyed, puzzled as she watched Mo Yefeng hastily throw on his clothes with a strange expression, then lifted his robe as if to slip away.
"Ahem..."
The man coughed lightly, turning away awkwardly, feeling embarrassed even to look at her.
"I'm leaving now, You'er. I'll come see you again sometime."
His long hair cascaded down, obscuring most of his handsome face. One could imagine how comical the expression behind that waterfall of hair must have been.
"Oh, so soon,"
Mu Qingyou pouted, reluctant to leave.
"Soon..."
Although the woman's meaning was completely different from what he expected, Mo Yefeng's thoughts at that moment were solely focused on his recent premature ejaculation.
"Quick...ah...I've lost face in front of her, the first time the 'battle' ended so quickly...Oh my god...oh my god...I'm so ashamed..."
Before she could answer her last words, the man took a deep breath and used his lightness skill to rush away into the distance, probably never to appear before Mu Qingyou again for a while...
"Hey, Feng...don't go..."
Watching her beloved man's disheveled figure flee for his life, Mu Qingyou stood there heartbroken, biting her handkerchief helplessly.
"Waaah...as expected...he's lost interest in her body...is her vagina really that loose...it seems I'll have to find a court recipe to practice with..."
70 Killing Intent 1
It was already evening when Mo Yefeng arrived at the palace. He and Mu Qingyou had spent considerable time frolicking in the back mountains, and by the time they finally escaped from the villa, dawn was breaking. Having evaded the woman's watchful eyes, the man's pace slowed. He stood dejectedly on the palace rooftops, his once resilient heart now burdened with melancholy after what had just happened.
Impotence…premature ejaculation!
These were terms he'd never imagined would ever apply to him, especially in front of his beloved woman.
Stepping on the glazed tiles meticulously chosen by the craftsmen of Huangfu Ying, he felt a surge of resentment. In his anger, he'd used his internal energy to crush dozens of these valuable tiles, deliberately trying to make it leak when the man slept…
How could this be…? Had he been without a woman for too long? Had this sudden pressure caused him to lose his virility and be unable to hold on?
He was weak, his head was spinning, and his mind ached. Mo Yefeng, in a foul mood, simply stopped and sat cross-legged on the roof, lost in thought, not caring whose courtyard this was.
"Tch, who cares whose courtyard it is? If we alert the fearless guards and someone comes to arrest us, we can just kill a few to vent our anger! Since Mo Yefeng dared to come alone, he must have a way to escape unscathed. Does he think he's afraid of Huangfu Ying's deadpan face?!" After venting his anger by destroying people's property, the dawn gradually brightened, illuminating his handsome face. In any case, every sunrise brings joy—
the clear chirping of birds fills the air, and a cool, refreshing breeze blows. This gradually eases the man's slight anger.
Mo Yefeng sits imposingly at the highest point of the palace, his long hair flowing, his gaze deep. Although his clothes are disheveled, his captivating face still looks so cold and alluring. Whether he wears fine silk or tattered clothes, he exudes an extraordinary aura of power, unrelated to external appearances.
As the saying goes, "A golden carp is no ordinary fish; it transforms into a dragon when it encounters wind and clouds."
He had never received the education befitting a royal child. From childhood, he either followed General Shi in martial arts and warfare, or secluded himself with his mother in the mountains of the mortal world for cultivation. More than twenty years had passed in a flash, yet he still hadn't achieved his long-cherished ambition. This magnificent palace of the Qilin Kingdom still didn't belong to him, nor was it given a legitimate place. Damn it.
How much longer must he wait? How much longer must he suffer the stigma of being an illegitimate child of the emperor, a prostitute's child?
His thoughts drifted here, and just then, the sun slowly rose above the horizon. In an instant, its radiance shone brightly, enveloping him in a dazzling golden light.
The world—
unconsciously, he had risen solemnly, standing with his hands behind his back, bathed in the golden light.
Looking down at the palace, which seemed to have been ruled by that bastard Huangfu Ying for far too long, the man's iron fist clenched involuntarily.
There's no time like the present. Why burden his entire empire on a mere woman like Mu Qingyou? What use is this Prince Xiao then, especially with his beloved woman, and the fact that he doesn't actually intend to completely cripple the eunuch? Must he wait until his lover has been thoroughly exploited by those vile men before using his beauty to reclaim what rightfully belongs to him?
Why not seize this opportunity today, just like when he stormed into the Shenle Palace, and directly eliminate that useless, weak emperor Huangfu Ying! Reclaim his beauty and the empire, and truly establish his own prosperous nation.
Perhaps the rising sun has given Mo Yefeng masculine power, igniting his burning passion.
The little misunderstanding with Mu Qingyou earlier has become insignificant under the influence of the "world's tides." Once he reclaims his beauty, will he lack the time to practice his bedroom skills with her?
When that time comes, he'll drag her to his bed for three days and three nights of passionate lovemaking. He'll definitely fuck her until her little hole is raw, letting her know who the real man is!
Thinking about this, once a decision is made, the more you think about it, the more feasible it seems.
Mo Yefeng, being the kind of man accustomed to arrogance and pride, once a thought takes hold, it's hard for anything to sway his will.
Although going alone to kill Huangfu Ying is a bit risky, he doesn't think it's entirely impossible. Moreover, although he verbally comforts Mu Qingyou by saying he forgives her, no normal man would willingly share his lover with someone else.
Therefore, killing them first and then informing her later would be the end of it. Then, no matter how much Mu Qingyou cries and makes a fuss, he can let her be. "
Alright—"
The man narrowed his sharp black eyes, a sinister smile curving his thin lips. "
Let me see where that short-lived bastard is now, oblivious to his own mortality.
"
Standing on the high rooftop, gazing into the distance for a while, Mo Yefeng lowered his gaze to check his surroundings.
Clearly, the courtyard he was in wasn't as luxurious as he had imagined a royal palace; instead, it was simple and pure, without a trace of the arrogance of a prince.
So—
a sense of foreboding crept into his heart, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
Here…could it be…?
The man's mind raced, calculating, until he suddenly gasped, his previously wicked smile freezing on his lips, becoming extremely unsightly.
As far as he knew, the only man in the entire Qilin King's palace who valued simplicity was Prince Huangfu Xuanzi. That guy didn't like flaunting power or wealth. He preferred to hide in his quiet courtyard, tending to flowers and plants, or dressing up like a woman.
Looking down at the garden full of flowers and trees with defeat, Mo Yefeng couldn't help but sigh and
rub his forehead. He was probably standing on that effeminate man's rooftop right now—how disgusting. Just imagining Huangfu Xuanzi dressed up and rushing towards him, his red lips pouting as if waiting for a kiss, made Mo Yefeng's stomach churn, and goosebumps rose on his skin.
A 100% pure man, his innate domineering aura not only captivated women but also made men feel ashamed in his presence.
Yet, what he hated most in his life were those androgynous, effeminate men!
A man should act like a man. Someone like Huangfu Ying, who only knew literature and didn't practice martial arts, was already useless in his eyes, let alone constantly fussing over women's products. Xuan Zi was a complete scoundrel among men and a source of trouble for women; how could he have the face to live in this world? He
silently cursed that annoying effeminate man, originally intending to kill them one by one, and if they were important, to eliminate them along with Huangfu Ying to prevent future trouble.
Naturally, Prince Xuan Zi was second only to Huangfu Ying in his list of targets to kill.
But for some reason, the thought of that alluring face made it impossible for him to bring himself to do it…
Damn it, what’s wrong with him? Had
he really been disgusted and driven mad by that effeminate man? He even said that a sweet "Second Brother" had melted his heart, making him unable to be that cold-blooded, ruthless killer anymore.
Shen Mo gazed at the tranquil courtyard, and Mo Yefeng thought of that beautiful fellow sleeping inside, his feelings indescribably complex.
To kill or not to kill—this choice, it seemed, was no longer just a power struggle or a matter of war. It concerned whether or not to kill each other in a family affair.
A family affair… Well,
the rising sun shone on him, creating a warmth that shouldn’t have appeared at this time.
So many years had passed, and Huangfu Tianji had never given him a smile of remorse or a word of affection. Not to mention that every time he met Huangfu Ying, they were like natural enemies, coldly scrutinizing each other, wishing they could shatter the other to pieces.
But this Huangfu Xuanzi—
Although disgusting, he wasn't as arrogant as his elder brother, nor did he possess a strong aura that revealed hostility or ill will. He kept referring to himself as his brother, his dear second brother. Could it be that this man truly felt the same way...? Behind any brutality, there is likely a tragic side.
Mo Yefeng grew up in a cruel environment, enduring the hardships of martial arts training and the pressure of fighting to the death on the battlefield as a young man. He both longed for and lacked familial affection.
Back then, he wholeheartedly followed General Shi to achieve merit, only wanting to be an excellent son. But General Shi was only lukewarm towards him, not as warm as he was towards his siblings.
After his mother became a nun, he rarely saw her. Even when he did see her, she was usually chanting scriptures and meditating, leaving him alone in the mountains practicing swordsmanship and playing. While Huangfu Ying was surrounded by people in the palace, learning to govern the country and enjoying the flowers and moon with his father, he could only sit alone by the mountain stream, letting the powerful waterfall crash down on his head, diligently training for future battles.
When hungry, he hunted wild game to eat; when thirsty, he drank stream water or stuffed a handful of snow into his mouth. He always dealt with wild beasts alone, leaving him covered in wounds…
He couldn't lose; losing meant death.
No one protected him, no one nurtured him; he had to rely on himself for everything.
Even after becoming the Prince of Xiao, what did it matter if he was tyrannical or licentious? Mo Yefeng had never been pampered, so how could he know what was good, what could truly be enjoyed?
He had nothing to begin with; being abandoned was a pathetic existence.
So he killed, played with women, constantly advancing, constantly plundering… until he became a complete and utter scoundrel.
Because only in this way could others remember him?
Because becoming terrifying, becoming powerful, would those who wronged him regret it?
Because becoming enemies would make those heartless people give him a second glance—
wasn't it…?
The past should have been filled with joy, something to reminisce about.
But now, standing on this rooftop, looking at the Qilin Kingdom's palace—a place that should be full of memories—why did his eyes feel so sore, and his lips tremble involuntarily
? Loved ones… Care. Warmth. Love. Such beautiful words, yet they elude him.
The sunlight grew increasingly blinding, and he instinctively reached out to shield his eyes. His cold fingers brushed against his eyes, only to find his hand damp.
How pathetic, Mo Yefeng, how could he cry so easily after only this much?
In his memory, everything was pitch black.
A filthy boy in a black robe lay on the ground under the moonlight, clutching a broken sword, barely clinging to life. His skin was torn to shreds, dripping with crimson liquid. Beside him lay a lifeless tiger, half a blade protruding from its throat, its eyes tightly shut.
"So cold."
Aside from the wind, only the boy's empty gaze at the moon uttered these words weakly.
Ah—
a night alone, so cold.
"Hey, you on the roof. Why aren't you home in broad daylight? What are you doing causing trouble in this Xuanzi Tower!"
Just as he was lost in his dark memories, a familiar voice abruptly interrupted Mo Yefeng's thoughts, pulling him back to reality.
Long eyebrows furrowed involuntarily as he looked in the direction of the voice.
What?!—
"Hey! I told you, you can't recognize me just because I'm covering my face! You in black, get down here right now! Look at all the tiles you've trampled on! Hmm!" Waving a handful of broken tiles, Huangfu Xuanzi stood in the courtyard, shouting angrily. Today, she wasn't dressed up as a demon, her striking face clean and delicate. She wore a simple blue robe, her hair tied back with a ribbon, looking like an ordinary, handsome young man who had just woken up.
Mo Yefeng, watching from the rooftop, found it amusing; his initial sadness vanished completely. Secretly wiping away his tears, he glared down at her, squatted down, and a mischievous smile played on his lips—
"Which eye of yours saw me trampling the tiles, hmm?"
He had originally intended to torment Huangfu Ying, but unfortunately, it was Xuanzi who was the unlucky one. However, since the effect was the same anyway, and everyone was having fun, it didn't matter that the wrong person had been chosen. In fact, teasing this effeminate guy would probably make it even more enjoyable.
"You still dare to say it wasn't you? Do you think I'm blind?!"
Seeing that Mo Yefeng not only refused to admit his mistake but was also arrogant, Huangfu Xuanzi's fair and handsome face turned black with anger. He stomped his foot angrily, squatted down, quickly picked up a lot of small stones from the ground, and then threw them all at the dead man on the roof.
"I'll teach you to step on the roof! I'll teach you to be a cheat! I'll throw you to death! I'll throw you to death!"
"Hey, are you a three-year-old?"
Mo Yefeng shouted, both amused and annoyed, while dodging Xuanzi's attacks.
"I don't care! You know he's poor and you still cause trouble, you come down with me and make amends!!!" The handsome man let out a deafening roar.
Suddenly hearing the roar of a lioness from the east of the river, Mo Yefeng was stunned. He was unexpectedly hit by a stone and tumbled down from the roof in a sorry state.
"Ouch!"
In the blink of an eye, Huangfu Xuanzi saw Mo Yefeng fall to the ground. She immediately rushed forward and stomped on his face with her own bottom, yelling,
"Pay up! Pay up! Or I'll sit on you until you die!"
"You stinky brat..." (
Note: Mo Yefeng's mouth was blocked by Huangfu Xuanzi's bottom, so he couldn't speak clearly...)
72 Killing Intent 3
"What are you doing?"
After being pulled into the simple-looking side hall by Huangfu Xuanzi's coquettish laughter, Mo Yefeng stared blankly at her with his terrifying black eyes, seemingly unconcerned about her constantly bustling about.
Tch. Is this what a prince is supposed to be? His
life is worse than that of an ordinary nobleman, not to mention he doesn't even have a maidservant, and he has to do everything himself, even fetching bowls and chopsticks.
"Of course, I'm preparing breakfast. You haven't eaten yet, have you, Second Brother?"
Unconcerned about being stomped on, the black-faced demon continued to glare at him with murderous intent. Huangfu Xuanzi narrowed her crescent-shaped eyes, excitedly displaying her "cooking" skills to the fullest. In less than half an hour, she had whipped up several decent side dishes and a pot of fragrant hot porridge made with fresh chicken broth, which she served to Mo Yefeng.
Heh—
even if the whole world feared this ruthless killer, Huangfu Xuanzi could still move freely in front of him.
It wasn't because her martial arts were superior to Mo Yefeng's, nor because she possessed any abilities that others lacked. Rather, she clearly understood what this man, who had lacked love since childhood, was hiding behind his terrifying personality—a "desire" that he couldn't control.
It was nothing more than "love"—the love between
men and women, the love between brothers. That was what he lacked, and that was what he couldn't resist. Since this lecherous demon, who had been ridden by thousands, could lower himself to love Mu Qingyou alone, then he could surely also let go of his hatred and learn to be a gentle and loving older brother. Regardless, they are brothers. Otherwise, if there were no love in their hearts, they wouldn't have sat on their rooftops, staring blankly at the Qilin Kingdom's palace with such a complex expression.
"I told you, it's not Second Brother."
Displeased, Mo Yefeng narrowed his long, dark eyes, coldly staring at Huangfu Xuanzi's handsome face. His expression was unpredictable, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
"Then who are you, Prince Xiao, General Xiao Shi, or Young Master Mo Yefeng?"
Half-heartedly responding to the man's scolding, Huangfu Xuanzi nonchalantly ladled out a large bowl of fragrant porridge. It was as if the other person was completely unimportant; all he cared about was whether the two of them could enjoy their breakfast.
"What is this?"
Smelling the enticing aroma, Mo Yefeng's Adam's apple bobbed, but he hesitated to pick up his chopsticks.
Should he eat this porridge? The current scene was far too bizarre…
Logically, he should seize the opportunity to slap this effeminate man to death, and then go kill that ice-cold older brother.
But why was he sitting here quietly, waiting for the other to prepare the food he had just cooked in the kitchen for him? When did they develop such a wonderful relationship? In his memory, he and this Prince Xuanzi had never had any particularly deep interactions.
"Fresh Lotus Leaf Porridge."
"It's made with old hen broth, skimmed to remove excess oil, then cooked with fragrant rice, and lotus leaf shreds added for aroma. It tastes quite good, you can try it."
Seeing that Mo Yefeng was still resisting, Huangfu Xuanzi sighed and proactively placed the porcelain soup spoon in his hand.
"It's not poisoned, why don't you dare to eat it?"
"Who told you I wouldn't dare?"
Sure enough, how could a man accustomed to arrogance withstand the sarcasm of a sissy? Mo Yefeng finally rolled up his sleeves, raised his sword-like eyebrows, scooped up a spoonful of steaming porridge, and brought it to his thin lips.
"Even if I poisoned you, I'd still find a way to take you with me before I die."
He spoke harshly, but the next moment, the porridge entered his mouth and he froze—the aroma of lotus leaves seemed to be wrapped in the soft rice broth, hot yet rich and intoxicating. The moment it touched his tongue, it bloomed in his mouth like a flower about to bloom, making him feel like he was in heaven, as if he had never tasted such delicious chicken porridge in his life.
"How is it? Isn't it delicious?"
Confident in her cooking skills, Huangfu Xuanzi understood everything the moment she saw Mo Yefeng's shocked expression.
Her crescent-shaped eyes narrowed beautifully; instead of eating herself, she sat beside him like a dutiful younger brother, watching him eat bite after bite. Finally, she considerately took the empty bowl from him and slowly refilled it.
"There's plenty here. If you like, I can cook it for you often."
She pushed the side dishes towards him like a treasure, smiling sweetly and going to great lengths to be attentive.
"Often, hehe."
Hearing this, Mo Yefeng, who had been focused on eating his porridge, suddenly stopped and let out a cold laugh.
"Prince Xuanzi, you must have mistaken my identity. After all, I am the ruler of Xiao Kingdom. How could I possibly be a frequent guest of a prince from an enemy kingdom?"
"You are not only the ruler of Xiao Kingdom, but also Zi's second brother, aren't you?"
Understanding that the other party was deliberately saying these things to distance himself from him, Huangfu Xuanzi was neither angry nor sad. Instead, he smiled faintly, his expression genuine and intimidating.
"Can you deny that the blood of the Huangfu family flows in your veins? Can you deny that you didn't feel anything when I called you? If that's the case, I would have killed you a thousand times over just for sitting on your face. Instead of sitting here magnanimously eating my cooking like an older brother who tolerates his younger brother's mischief."
"So you still remember your insolence just now. If you want to die, I don't mind granting your wish."
He hated seeing the shrewd expression on Huangfu Xuanzi's beautiful face. He remembered that Kagura often looked like that too.
Although his intelligence was no less than theirs, these refined and gentle men were always more composed and capable of using unexpected methods behind the scenes, making them difficult to guard against.
Planning from within the command tent and waging war from afar—that was the style of these men. In comparison, he seemed like a reckless and easily angered warrior, only knowing how to kill.
He pursed his lips, gripping the spoon tightly between his fingers, and a murderous intent instantly clouded his brow. "Here, eat this!" To his surprise,
Huangfu Xuanzi, who was beside him, not only wasn't afraid, but even deftly picked up a large piece of side dish and forcefully stuffed it into his mouth with one hand.
"..."
Mo Yefeng didn't know what he was being fed, but with his mouth full of food, all his dignity vanished, leaving only a murderous glare as he stared fiercely at the other man.
"Eat more, don't be shy!"
Smiling, Huangfu Xuanzi closed his mouth and wisely moved aside to fan himself.
"..."
He had originally wanted to immediately lash out in anger, to at least give this disrespectful brat a few punches to vent his frustration. But after chewing a few bites of the side dish, Mo Yefeng suddenly clutched his throat with both hands, his dark, handsome face turning red, his eyes almost popping out.
"Ah... I forgot to tell you, this side dish is pickled with chili peppers, it's a bit spicy, you can't eat too much at once."
Slowly stirring the remaining side dish on the plate with her chopsticks, Huangfu Xuanzi miraculously picked out a large pile of chili peppers from the bottom of the plate. A regretful smile appeared in her crescent-shaped eyes.
"Hmm!!"
It would have been better if he hadn't said that, because after saying it, looking at the mountain of chili peppers on the table, Mo Yefeng felt his mouth burning, and he almost burst into tears.
How dare he say that...
He almost roared with rage in his heart, but his mouth was already numb from the spiciness, and he couldn't say a word. Mo Yefeng could only sit in the chair and keep drinking tea, and it took a long time for the burning sensation in his mouth to ease slightly.
"Hey... brat..."
Finally able to speak, the man raised his dark, sinister eyes and swept them over Huangfu Xuanzi, who was leisurely eating breakfast beside him.
"Hmm, what is it?"
His crescent-shaped eyes opened slightly, revealing a puzzled look.
"Got any wine? Let's have a few drinks, you two brothers—"
"You two brothers"—what did that mean?
Looking down at the man lying drunk and fast asleep on his bed, Huangfu Xuanzi stretched and revealed a sweet, relieved smile.
Thankfully, all that feigned madness and madness this morning hadn't been in vain; this guy's murderous and gloomy face finally had a somewhat bearable smile.
And...
he said the words "you two brothers." Did this mean that his advances had been successful, and that Mo Yefeng had already acknowledged their brotherhood in his heart?
"You big idiot."
Carefully lifting his fragrant sheet and covering Mo Yefeng with it, Huangfu Xuanzi sat beside him, staring at the handsome sleeping face.
"If you're happy, say you're happy; if you're unhappy, say you're unhappy. What's the point of all this shouting and killing? Do you really think killing our brothers will make you happier?"
Unable to contain herself, Huangfu Xuanzi scolded Mo Yefeng several times, shaking her slender, jade-like fingers and sighing repeatedly.
"If it weren't for your stubborn and obstinate nature, just like that big brother of yours, the three of us Huangfu brothers would probably be living a very happy life now..."
she said eloquently, her alluring eyes glancing at Mo Yefeng, who showed no reaction whatsoever, clearly completely drunk. Huangfu Xuanzi swallowed hard, deciding to say everything at once.
"Even though we weren't born of the same mother, we at least share half the same blood, right? How come I have such a good personality and am so handsome? And you have such a bad temper and are so rude, huh?"
"As for character, you have to look at your own cultivation. Look, look at Huangfu Ying's deadpan face, he doesn't cultivate properly, that's why women hate him, you know. But you two are really the same, equally deserving of a beating."
Although the other person was just sleeping, it felt as if Xuan Zi had already gained the upper hand and rendered him speechless. Instantly, the handsome man felt refreshed and his confidence soared, his spittle flying as he spoke more and more unreliable words.
"If you're free, compete with me. Don't spend all your time brandishing swords and spears. What if you hurt a child? Plant flowers, tend to the grass. Cultivate your mind and body, take care of yourself. When you're old, your skin will still be smooth and shiny, while yours will be all wrinkled from worry. Will Youyou still love you then? Don't be silly." By the end, Huangfu Xuanzi was in a state of extreme excitement, hands on her hips, almost bursting into laughter.
"And then?"
Elegantly propping up half of his cheek, Mo Yefeng sniffed the orchid fragrance emanating from him. Then, with his thick eyebrows relaxed, he watched Huangfu Xuanzi amusing herself with great interest.
He had drunk too much earlier, perhaps this effeminate wine was too delicious, and had accidentally drunk too much and dozed off for a while. But before he could even fall asleep, he heard Huangfu Xuanzi muttering to herself endlessly.
This guy was really audacious, not only cursing himself to death, but also dragging that idiot Huangfu Ying into it. It seems that if this disrespectful brat isn't properly taught a lesson, Mo Yefeng will lose all his humanity.
"And then... of course, Youyou abandoned you all and rode off with me on a white horse to wander the world!" Unaware of the strangeness behind her, Huangfu Xuanzi giggled, playing with the ends of her hair, her face radiant with pleasure.
"Go on, don't hold back—I'm listening."
Lazily exhaling the smell of alcohol, Mo Yefeng casually brushed a stray hair behind his head. His tall figure slowly rose from the soft couch, approaching Huangfu Xuanzi from behind with a sinister aura.
"And then, of course, you all ended up huddled together, crying your eyes out... um... eh..."
A chill ran down her spine, a warning of impending danger to the handsome man. Startled, she turned around to find herself facing Mo Yefeng's meaningful smile. Seeing his gleaming white teeth as he smiled, Huangfu Xuanzi was utterly terrified.
"Aaaaaah!! Didn't you say you weren't going to sleep?"
Beads of cold sweat dripped down his back. The man, forcing a smile, took a few steps back, almost screaming as he covered his face.
"No, you were so passionate, how could I not listen?"
Like teasing a woman, he moved closer to Xuan Zi's body, which was a head shorter than his own. Mo Yefeng lifted her chin with his hand, deliberately letting her face his gaze, which was both venomous and seductive.
"Second Brother... I know I was wrong..."
In an instant, tears streamed down the man's face. All his arrogance vanished as if doused with a bucket of cold water, leaving only two wisps of smoke.
"Hehe, alright. I'm not wasting my time with you anymore."
Having enjoyed Huangfu Xuan Zi's pitiful, terrified state, Mo Yefeng relaxed, rubbing his forehead, and swayed back onto the bed.
"There were guards, but none were assigned to me. I've had a bit too much to drink, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get back safely by myself. I'd like someone to help me."
Leaning against the edge of the bed, he closed his eyes to rest, feeling light and comfortable.
"Guards?"
Huangfu Xuan Zi smiled.
"Daozhen is penniless, doesn't even have a single guard?"
With that, he extended his slender hand and tapped it twice in the air as if in a secret signal.
"Bangbang, come out!"
The words had barely left his lips when a figure rolled out. A young woman dressed in black emerged from some unknown corner like a ball. She dusted herself off and stood before the two men.
"This is my personal attendant, Bangbang, whom I'm lending to you now. Don't underestimate her just because she's a woman. Even if you didn't believe her martial arts skills, you'd need quite a brain to figure out how she kills."
"Master."
Despite the presence of the dignified Prince Xiao beside him, Bangbang seemed to have eyes only for Huangfu Xuanzi, not even glancing at Mo Yefeng.
"Good boy, help your second brother out of the palace through the secret passage without being discovered by the guards,"
Xuanzi commanded softly.
"Yes!"
The woman bowed and accepted the order, then knelt down beside Mo Yefeng.
"Your Highness, please climb onto me. I can carry you out of the palace."
"Hmm?"
Hesitantly looking at the petite woman before him, whose figure was clearly only about the same as Mu Qingyou's, Mo Yefeng frowned and asked.
"...Carry?"
"Yes. Please don't doubt it, Your Highness. I've practiced internal martial arts since childhood and am incredibly strong. I can carry two sows around the back mountain ten times."
Sows...
Mo Yefeng was speechless. This woman was so clueless that she compared him to a pig and even called him a sow...
"You said your name is Bangbang."
He coughed lightly, deciding to change the subject.
"Yes." Bangbang nodded.
"But isn't it lewd for a woman to be called Bangbang?"
"It's even more lewd for a man to be called Bangbang."
"Alright... Just come and support me, no need to carry me."
Placing his hand on the woman's shoulder, Mo Yefeng rubbed his aching forehead and decided to treat today's events as a nightmare.
Indeed, like master, like servant—
73 Killing Intent 4
Gathering at the Jade Pavilion—
On an exquisitely carved grand chair, a handsome man with a face like jade held a white jade teacup, elegantly using the lid to skim the tea leaves floating on the surface.
He wore a gold and jade crown, luxurious clothes, and a priceless jade ring on his little finger, yet there was not a trace of vulgarity or greed. On the contrary, his innate aristocratic air made him seem like a fairy who had mistakenly fallen into the mortal world, simply resting in this brothel.
"How is he?"
Taking a sip of fragrant tea, Kagura asked gently, her kind eyes narrowed.
"Reporting to Young Master Yan Hui, Bangbang has helped Prince Xiao back to his room, and he should be asleep now."
The reply came from the black-clad female guard who had just brought the drunken demon Ye Feng back from Huangfu Xuanzi.
"Very good."
The man nodded thoughtfully, then continued.
“But His Highness sent me here specifically for more than just this, right?”
“As expected
of Young Master Yan Hui, you guessed correctly. Prince Xuan Zi sent you a message—the Silver Wolf has been found. Please be patient and discuss the rest carefully.” Seeing the other party’s intelligence, the female attendant showed an approving expression.
“Oh.”
Upon hearing the words “the Silver Wolf has been found,” Kagura, disguised as the manager of Longcui Tower, had her eyes light up. Her indescribable joy immediately brought a happy smile to her face.
“Found it! Hahaha, as expected of Prince Xuan Zi. You really have good methods.”
Overjoyed, she reached into her sleeve and took out a bronze-ribbed fan, quickly fanning herself to keep herself from getting too excited.
“Heaven blesses the people… truly heaven blesses the people.”
Mentioning the Silver Wolf, Kagura’s heart was filled with mixed feelings—
it is said that whoever possesses the Silver Wolf will rule the world. Kagura once possessed the world but did not care to give it up, becoming a ghost general behind the scenes, because what she cared about was not just power, but whether the common people could truly live in peace and prosperity.
What does it matter whose family rules the country? As long as the people are happy and healthy, even if it means Kagura's death, she would
not hesitate! When she first learned of the Silver Wolf's appearance, she was filled with mixed emotions
of joy and worry, unable to sleep at night, fearing that this divine beast would be used by treacherous people to bring disaster to the country. Regardless of whether the legend was true or not, if everyone took it as true, then even if it was false, it would have unimaginable consequences. But now that the Silver Wolf has fallen into the hands of her own people, the eradication of the treacherous officials is just around the corner. Kagura can finally relax a little and get a good night's sleep.
This is truly wonderful!
"Bangbang, go back and tell the Prince that Yan Hui is willing to cooperate with all actions. Please rest assured, Your Highness."
With a swish, she closed her paper fan, suppressing her excitement, and softly gave the order.
"Yes! Young Master, please rest assured. Bangbang will go back and report now."
"Good. You've worked hard, Miss."
"You're too kind, Young Master."
The woman respectfully bowed to the man and accepted the order, nodding. The next instant, she rolled away like a ball and disappeared into the corner of the room.
"Huh, how amazing..."
Staring in astonishment at the spot where Bangbang disappeared, even with her superb martial arts skills, Kagura couldn't figure out why this woman could miraculously disappear right under her nose.
"Truly worthy of the Prince's name, just as mysterious and unfathomable."
Kagura couldn't help but open her mouth wide, finding this woman both powerful and interesting.
"But... a woman named Bangbang... isn't that rather lewd, tsk..."
74 Chaos. After the
messenger saw Mo Yefeng off, the smile on Huangfu Xuanzi's bewitching face gradually faded. She let out a long sigh, then silently sat down at the table to drink tea. One cup after another, he drank the lung-nourishing tonic as if it were wine. Before long, the pot was empty, and the man holding the teacup stared thoughtfully at the empty white cup, lost in thought.
"Sigh, a tangled mess..."
he muttered incoherently, his charming eyes suddenly sharpening. With a "crack," he crushed the white porcelain teacup with his bare hands.
Not a drop of blood.
His crescent-shaped eyes widened abruptly, revealing an unusual coldness, before slowly returning to calm. This revealed the man's changing emotions.
"Heh—"
He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head as if mocking his own irrationality.
His clenched fingers gradually loosened, and the already powdered "cup corpse" slipped through his fingers like flowing sand, gathering into a small mound on the ground. He pondered for a moment, until he pulled a small mirror from his robes, and his once indifferent or alluring handsome face returned to its former state. Huangfu Xuanzi then gently lifted his robe and stood up, walking unhurriedly into the inner room.
"Feeling better today?"
He placed the freshly brewed medicine on the wooden table and asked the person lying on his bed indifferently.
"Hmph."
To his surprise, only a disdainful sneer came in return.
"Looks like the recovery is going quite well."
Ignoring the slight chuckle, Huangfu Xuanzi slowly rolled up his sleeves and sat on the edge of the bed, personally feeding the medicine to the other's lips.
"Drink it while it's hot. You need to drink this medicine for another three days for your wounds to heal."
"Heh."
Another sneer, but the person didn't resist the spoon offered, obediently opening their mouth and swallowing all the bitter liquid.
"Knowing that mortal medicine can only treat superficial wounds, and that I need celestial elixir to regain my divine power."
He crossed his legs, his dark green eyes flashing with mockery.
"I didn't know."
Facing the silver wolf's hint, Huangfu Xuanzi acted as if he hadn't heard anything, still focused on feeding the remaining medicine.
"Tch, playing dumb."
The boy wrinkled his handsome nose, a mocking glint in his dark green eyes.
"It's already quite good that the external wounds have healed; there's no need to become a human again."
Watching the other person drink all the medicine he had brewed, Huangfu Xuanzi maintained his indifferent expression, revealing no emotion whatsoever. His every move showed only his seriousness in feeding the medicine, completely disregarding the thoughts and feelings of the person being served.
"You bastard!"
Originally, he had been nonchalantly teasing Huangfu Xuanzi, but upon hearing that the other party had no intention of fully healing him, Silver Wolf could no longer contain his anger. He grabbed the man's collar and was about to punch him.
"You're so naive, thinking you could at least be saved. Instead, you've fallen deeper and deeper into this vixen's trap! Let me tell you, imprisoning me won't help! If you try anything against the King, Silver Wolf will take you down with me even if it means losing all his magical power!"
"Quiet down, I'll talk—"
Seeing the silver-haired youth angrily pressing his handsome face against hers, Huangfu Xuanzi simply patted the claws threatening her neck.
"I'm just a mortal, I can't withstand the wrath of this deity."
Her alluring eyes were infinitely tender, but her red lips curved into a cold smile.
"Besides… Brother Silver Wolf, how come the person who kindly saved you has repaid kindness with enmity?"
"Don't give me that!"
Sniffing the faint fragrance of orchids emanating from the other's body, Silver Wolf felt inexplicably annoyed. With a flick of his wrist, he threw Huangfu Xuanzi's slender body away again.
"You were a fox spirit in your past life, and a fox spirit in your life before that! Do you think you'll become a good person in this life? Do you think I don't know that everyone drank the Meng Po soup back then? Only you used your male charm to seduce Meng Po, drinking half a bowl less and not forgetting all your past life memories. Purple Fox, what are you plotting? Wasn't your revenge back then enough? You only feel satisfied when you make the king die a violent death in every lifetime!"
"You can't say that. Dying a violent death is self-inflicted, and one cannot live without it."
Mentioning this matter, Huangfu Xuanzi's indifferent mask finally tore off. She coldly smiled, straightened her collar, and slowly turned around, leaving the boy on the bed with a heartless back view.
"How could you know... know that the Sun and Moon God's trickery!"
Her previous arrogance vanished completely. Silver Wolf endured the pain in his body and trembled as he crawled to the edge of the bed, almost begging as he grabbed a corner of Xuanzi's hem.
"The king is not as heartless as you think. He has been getting better all along!"
"Getting better?"
Raising one thin eyebrow, Huangfu Xuanzi played with a lock of her black hair, revealing a bewitching yet cruel smile.
"Really—"
"Thousands of years ago, in order to exterminate my race, he pushed his own sister, Cai Ni, into the Demon Realm as bait. Poor Cai Ni, pure as jade, ended up being raped to death. Thousands of years later, he used the same trick again, sending his lover to the Qilin Kingdom to be a femme fatale, bewitching the two brothers. He attempted to usurp the throne and killed them both. He didn't even care about brotherhood or fraternal affection. Such a devil deserves to be killed ten thousand times."
"...Then you...you..."
The silver wolf stared incredulously at Huangfu Xuanzi's increasingly ferocious face, feeling a chill run down his spine.
This man…this man…
if he hates Mo Yefeng so much in his heart, why did he put on that hypocritical act outside just now? Could it be that he deliberately tried to befriend Mo Yefeng, using kinship to soften his mind just to further kill him?
Purple Fox…
just how deep is his hidden talent…how two-faced is he?
“What? Still calling him brother? Still drinking and laughing with him?”
She lightly stuck out her tongue, licking her cherry-red lips until they were sexy and moist. Huangfu Xuanzi raised her eyes, her smile growing deeper and colder.
“What is that? Just playing along. Don’t forget, I am a fox. Since I could deceive King Yefeng back then, I can deceive Mo Yefeng now. Life is just a play, who can truly distinguish between truth and falsehood?”
As she spoke, Huangfu Xuanzi actually pursed her lips and chuckled.
His delicate fingers were slightly raised, and his black hair cascaded like a waterfall. His pale, unadorned face was framed only by his blood-red lips, a sight both alluring and foreshadowing of bloodshed and calamity. Silver Wolf knelt behind him, watching this thousand-year-old fox demon incarnate, feeling an overwhelming surge of fear and self-pity.
Ah, he was a fox—
the most cunning and persistent fox in the world.
He had harbored a deep resentment ever since the kind saintess Cai Ni saved his life, her tragic death etched in his mind. From beginning to end, he had feigned indignation, flattered and ingratiated himself, meticulously laying the groundwork for his revenge. In the end, he sacrificed himself and all the demons, finally securing the death of Night Wind King to atone for Rainbow Fairy's fate.
And now, with such meticulous planning, for whom is this karma being created?
"Haven't we already avenged ourselves? Back then, in that catastrophe, apart from those still young, almost all the powerful members of our race, including the Night Wind King, the Water Demon, and the Qin Demon, perished. The air was thick with the wailing of ghosts and the carnage of corpses. The woman who violated us is long gone, so why does this world still refuse to let it go?"
Mentioning the tragedy of that year, Silver Wolf's once emerald-green eyes darkened, his expression turning desolate.
He didn't want to think about it, didn't want to recall even the slightest hint of the gloom associated with that event. Because it would bring fear, it would make him cry, it would make him tremble like a sieve, utterly vulnerable.
That overwhelming fear—heaven above, five thunderbolts crashing down; earth below, wildfires engulfing him; sea below, giant waves and monstrous whales.
Death. Death. Death.
No one offered them a way out, no one offered them hope. Leaving them meant only destruction.
The Qin Demon's strings snapped, and his ten fingers were chopped off one by one by the Heavenly Slash, thrown to the ground to be consumed by wildfire. The Water Demon was blinded, stripped of his immortal roots, and left to sink alone into the cold, stagnant pool, turning into a pale blue abyss. The Night Wind King stood silently, embracing the woman who had killed everyone… until the God of Sun and Moon ripped his heart out.
As for the Fox Demon himself, he held on until the very end…
until then, his entire body was covered in blood, not an inch of his skin intact. Yet, even in death, a smile graced his face. In his hand, he tightly clutched a seven-colored silk handkerchief, its beautiful colors like a rainbow in the sky.
He wept bitterly.
"Stop!"
Hearing Silver Wolf's question, Huangfu Xuanzi stopped laughing, his crescent-shaped eyes revealing a rare solemnity.
"Stop… Brother Silver Wolf."
He sighed, and sighed again. His long, thick eyelashes fluttered like feather fans.
"I have never regretted what happened back then. Killing people… all deserve to die. Except for her…"
Thinking of that woman, Huangfu Xuanzi's facial features softened. Besides the violence and murderous intent in his eyes, there was also a surprising hint of sadness.
"If it weren't for revenge, Fairy Qingyou wouldn't have been dragged into that calamity, defiled by the demons, and ultimately lost her life. What I owe her, I couldn't repay in my past life, but I must repay in this one. Whether she's the Great Fairy or Mu Qingyou, I love her and I want her to be happy."
"For that bitch
," the one who sneered changed to Silver Wolf when Mu Qingyou's name was mentioned.
"Uh!"
Before he could finish speaking, Huangfu Xuanzi suddenly turned around and grabbed the boy's neck.
"What 'bitch'... watch your words, Brother Silver Wolf."
Staring directly into the dark green wolf eyes, Xuanzi opened his lips, revealing a set of white teeth.
"Bitch...bitch...bitch!!"
Silver Wolf was no pushover either. Even though he was being choked and could hardly breathe, he still gritted his teeth and continued to curse.
"Qingyou Fairy, don't make me laugh... She's a whore who's been ridden by a thousand men and crossed by ten thousand!! In her past life, and in this life too. For all eternity!! Ah!"
A hard slap landed on his cheek, and Silver Wolf, in pain, lay on the bed, covering his face and glaring venomously at Xuan Zi.
"Shut up, maybe you'll live a few more days."
Too lazy to argue anymore, Huangfu Xuan Zi clenched her fist and then relaxed it. She squinted at the boy for a moment, then, realizing she had no intention of continuing, picked up the empty bowl beside the bed and turned to leave.
"Vixen, don't be delusional."
Before she stepped out the door, Silver Wolf's smug laughter came from behind. He paused, frowning.
"Although she's almost lost her magic, she still retains a little spiritual power. The moment that woman turned her back to me, I sensed it; she has someone in her heart—but not you."
"Hehe—"
A smile played on her lips as she turned back.
"So what? The person she loved had his heart ripped out by the God of Sun and Moon thousands of years ago."
"You!"
Silver Wolf roared, but his feet were chained and he couldn't get out of bed to fight back. The poor silver-haired handsome boy could only howl and struggle like a trapped beast on the bed.
"Haha, hahahahaha—"
Only someone's long laughter filled the air.
75 Stealing Pleasure in the Imperial Study
After finding Silver Wolf, Mu Qingyou's mission was considered a complete success.
She spent her days drinking tea and reading books in the villa, occasionally reviewing her almost neglected martial arts, living a comfortable and pleasant life.
There was no news from Kagura and Mo Yefeng, and Huangfu Xuanzi hadn't shown up for a long time because she was taking care of Silver Wolf. Without the men disturbing her, she felt like she had returned to her girlhood, her heart calm and clear, as if she could forget all her troubles.
By the time Huangfu Ying summoned her, this peaceful life had lasted for more than half a month.
The imperial edict was to be delivered secretly by a young eunuch. At that time, Mu Qingyou was wearing a pure white dress, her hair loosely braided and tied with a silk ribbon. She wore no extra adornments on her head, ears, or neck, looking like an innocent eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl. She had originally intended to change her clothes and dress up before seeing Huangfu Ying, but the young eunuch said the edict was urgent, requiring Consort You to go to the Imperial Study immediately for an audience.
Left with no other choice, she put down her book, her face bare, and followed the young eunuch along a shortcut to the Imperial Study.
"Your Majesty, Consort You has arrived—"
Quietly waiting outside the door, listening to the young eunuch's respectful announcement, Mu Qingyou felt this meeting was somewhat different from before.
Perhaps because she hadn't seen Huangfu Ying for so long, her heart was unconsciously beating faster. Like any couple separated for a while, the reunion was filled with both anticipation and trepidation.
Fear gripped her, lest both of them change and being together again would only create awkwardness; anticipation mingled with an uncontrollable longing, a yearning to hold him tightly in her arms without restraint.
"Let her in—"
The familiar, deep voice quickly echoed from the study. Neither warm nor cold, typical of Huangfu Ying's style.
"Yes—"
At the eunuch's signal, Mu Qingyou stepped into the imperial study.
The man was still buried in a mountain of memorials, working tirelessly, seemingly oblivious to her presence.
Today, Huangfu Ying wore a purple robe embroidered with golden dragons, his icy, poker-face expressionless, only focused. Perhaps due to recent lack of sleep, his face looked weary, with stubble adding a touch of decadence.
Was it Prime Minister Zhu stirring things up again? Otherwise, who else could make someone so busy with state affairs work so hard?
Mu Qingyou frowned slightly, realizing she disliked seeing Huangfu Ying so exhausted. But then she thought that since the Silver Wolf was in hand and defeating the enemy was imminent, she gradually relaxed.
"Ying—"
She wanted to call out, but only managed to mouth the words before swallowing them back. Seeing Huangfu Ying so intently reviewing the memorials, looking exceptionally handsome, Mu Qingyou suddenly felt a little reluctant to disturb him.
This feeling reminded her of when they first met, when this guy could leave her, a delicate beauty, to rot in bed while he sat at his desk working late into the night without a care in the world… his self-control was truly extraordinary.
Oh well, she had time anyway, she'd wait until she finished what she was doing.
She found a chair and sat down casually, leaning to one side, resting her chin on her hand, quietly gazing at her profile. She decided to be a good wife and not disturb her husband's important business.
"Am I handsome?"
Huangfu Ying finished reviewing the last memorial without making a sound, gently exhaling and pinching his brow. Turning his head again, his gaze fell on the woman beside him.
"Handsome, very handsome from this angle."
Realizing she'd been caught peeping, Mu Qingyou didn't try to hide anything, only offering a sweet smile.
She was stating a fact; Huangfu Ying's study window was on the side. It was morning, and sunlight streamed in, gilding his profile. He was handsome and aloof, with a straight nose and thin lips, giving him a kind of divine air that almost mesmerized her.
"..."
Such a direct compliment left Huangfu Ying momentarily speechless. Then, regaining his composure, he noticed Mu Qingyou's pure and delicate appearance today... a strange shock washing over him.
"Hmph..."
All his words turned into a doting sigh as the man turned to face her, his gaze piercing.
"Take off your clothes."
He stared intently at the beauty before him, seemingly calm, yet his words were surprisingly suggestive.
"Mmm..."
Having expected him to have much to say, Mu Qingyou was stunned when his first instruction was to undress. She was completely unsure whether to obey.
"What, you want me to do it myself?"
Huangfu Ying's voice had become hoarse as the woman continued to dawdle.
He hadn't seen her for so many days, and this little vixen was enjoying herself. Meanwhile, he was burdened with countless affairs of state, and after finally finishing, he returned to his palace only to find no woman to warm his bed. Being an emperor like this was too miserable.
"Fine,"
Mu Qingyou shrugged, not finding it a big deal.
First her outer robe, then her skirt, and finally her undergarments and underpants. Before long, a beautiful, fair-skinned woman's naked body was exposed without any cover in what should have been the most solemn and dignified place in the entire palace.
"Ah—"
She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. Huangfu Ying's dark eyes were fixed on Mu Qingyou's naked body, his gaze burning as if he were already using his mind to make love to her.
"Hey!..."
The moment Huangfu Ying, who had risen from his chair and slowly approached her, knocked her down onto the carpet of the imperial study, Mu Qingyou was both excited and amused.
"What's all the noise about? You should concentrate on this."
He kissed Mu Qingyou's face, then thrust his burning tongue into her cherry-like mouth. Huangfu Ying stirred her mouth, his large hands naturally grasping her breasts.
The heavy, soft breasts were kneaded and squeezed forcefully, and Mu Qingyou couldn't take it anymore. After not seeing each other for so many days, Huangfu Ying was on the verge of collapse.
"Isn't it a bit too hasty to do this here..." She panted, writhing like a slippery fish as the man in the dragon robe pressed her down. Driven by passion, Mu Qingyou's eyes became somewhat dazed.
"So we have to hurry, this is stolen."
He sucked on Mu Qingyou's tongue fiercely, not daring to take off his own clothes, but hastily reached down and unfastened his trousers, releasing his already hard penis.
"Ah!"
Mu Qingyou's legs were quickly spread apart by Huangfu Ying and hung on his strong waist, rubbing against the expensive fabric. She felt a huge penis being forcefully inserted into her honey hole, pushing deep inside with great force.
"Don't be afraid, it might be a little dry, it'll be fine in a bit."
Holding Mu Qingyou's snow-white buttocks, Huangfu Ying adjusted his position and began to thrust his hips rapidly into her long-awaited little hole.
"Mmm...mmm..."
There was a little pain from the forced insertion when it was dry, but Huangfu Ying, while uncontrollably thrusting into her, caressed her sensitive breasts with his hands and kissed her body with his lips. Soon, Mu Qingyou was aroused, and alluring fluid flowed from her little hole.
"Yes, sensitive beauty...let more water flow into me..."
The gorgeous dragon robe was lifted above the waist, revealing a firm and powerful buttocks. With the thrusting movements, the muscular and sexy buttocks rose and fell at an alluring speed.
"Squeak...squeak..."
The sounds of their bodies rubbing together created an intimate, wet noise. His large, dark purple penis stretched her pink vulva wide open, the base of his penis already surrounded by a ring of fine white foam.
"Ah...win...win..."
The intense intercourse made Mu Qingyou feel masochistic. Huangfu Ying's movements were too intense, so fierce that he was only focused on venting his own desires and had no time to consider her feelings.
"I'm sorry...please bear with it...I can't stop..."
Looking down at Mu Qingyou, who was already drenched in sweat after only a short while, the man's handsome face flushed slightly, and his once neatly combed long hair swayed back and forth with the rhythm of his thrusts.
"No more...it's too hard..."
Watching Huangfu Ying try to comfort her by pressing and rubbing her two pink nipples with his warm fingertips, twirling them between his fingers, Mu Qingyou cried out in pain, clinging to his shoulders, "Ah, ah, ah, ah..." She groaned incessantly.
She shook her head, panting heavily, trying to tell him that the penetration below was too intense, and no amount of caressing would help. But the man was like a lustful beast, almost frantically pounding into her body, desperately ravaging her tender little hole with his large penis.
"Cooperate with me... baby..."
Her breathing became heavier and heavier, Huangfu Ying's muscles tensed, and sweat soaked through his dragon robe, making it damp.
He thrust in and out from the front for an unknown amount of time, his penis throbbing excitedly inside Mu Qingyou. Then suddenly, he pulled out, dripping wet, his strong arms holding Mu Qingyou as he rolled her over, stroking her round, snow-white body from behind and thrusting in again with force.
"If you really can't take it, just consider it rape."
He sighed, holding the woman's buttocks and pounding her with his lower abdomen, Huangfu Ying gritted his teeth and spat out these wicked words.
"I've missed you so much..."
76 Absence Makes the Heart Blossom
The rear-entry position is always enjoyable for men, but torture for women.
Her buttocks were raised high, and she lay prone like a dog, completely exposing her private parts to the man while she herself couldn't see anything. This feeling was frightening, yet it also ignited a small excitement... Feeling Huangfu Ying's large hands gripping her buttocks tightly like iron hoops, Mu Qingyou, despite feeling some discomfort from the excessively large penis, gritted her teeth and submitted to his desire.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
The moans were sharp and short, accompanied by the slapping sounds of flesh colliding. Her vagina tingled from the friction of the penis, as if an electric current had instantly passed through it. The tender walls vibrated under the scraping of the glans, and her sensitive spots trembled with each fierce thrust.
Her long braid hung limply down her neck, curled up on the carpet, making Mu Qingyou appear even more vulnerable and pitiful as she was being violated, which only fueled his more intense ravaging.
"Are you comfortable... are you comfortable?"
The question slowly turned into a rough roar as Huangfu Ying forcefully thrust his strong waist into the body he had longed for. His testicles swayed incessantly, and his thick, dark pubic hair rubbed against her full, white vulva, reddening the surrounding skin. Although it seemed like nothing more than ordinary intercourse, for Huangfu Ying and Mu Qingyou it felt more like an invasion and ravaging of the soul and flesh.
"Can you feel my love? Can you feel how much I miss you?"
Huangfu Ying, relentlessly manipulating her already reddened vulva, slapped her buttocks several times before forcefully pressing her with a low voice.
"Mmm...oh..."
The overwhelming pleasure and thrusting had caused Mu Qingyou's juices to overflow, her body and mind in a daze. Hearing Huangfu Ying's question, she could only moan and shake her head forcefully, tears of pleasure welling in her eyes.
No, she didn't feel it, and she felt like screaming...she couldn't take it anymore...
"No,"
Huangfu Ying frowned, staring intently at her invaded vagina, twisting his hips to thrust deeper into Mu Qingyou's passage from different angles, ravaging her pink labia.
"Now, hmm?"
He almost inserted his pubic hair into her overflowing, wet vagina, pushing her already tightly closed vagina wider and wider, making a continuous "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound.
He had never considered himself a womanizing man, and even when Mu Qingyou was still by his side, the two of them had never been so wildly unrestrained. They had recklessly made love right there in the Imperial Study, where anyone could come and go at any moment, completely abandoning reason.
But he couldn't resist, he couldn't bear it. Besides the fact that sex couldn't release the pent-up longing for her he had suppressed for so many days, and the shock of her innocent appearance when they first met, he couldn't
help but want to fuck her to death! He wanted to fuck her to death! She was dressed so innocently, so purely…
With a powerful thrust, he plunged his penis deep into her exquisite flesh, watching with excitement as she screamed, "Ahhh!" as he swallowed her completely. He leaned down, his strong arms encircling her waist, his hips pressed against her buttocks, drawing circles with his glans against her.
"No…no…"
Perhaps before, when she cried out like this, there was some element of feigned resistance, but today Mu Qingyou struggled fiercely, even using her fingers to pry open Huangfu Ying's arms, desperately trying to escape this overly intense intercourse. She was completely serious!
Good heavens, where did he learn this technique?
It's like directly stimulating her most sensitive spot with the hardest part of his body.
Her delicate flower core was repeatedly forced open, only to be teased and rubbed against the small opening without penetrating. This caused her to tremble from head to toe with repeated orgasms... Screaming was useless, and struggling only made the pervert tighten his grip on her. Yu Muqingyou could only bite her lower lip tightly, clenching the thick, hard penis between her legs, ejaculating as she knelt on the ground and shook her head violently.
"Die... die, baby... die under me..."
Huangfu Ying murmured, licking the sweat on her smooth skin with his long, blood-red tongue, and rubbing her two alabaster breasts with his arm.
"Ugh..."
Finally, she couldn't help but cry out in shame and anxiety. Muqingyou gave up struggling and, like a lifeless puppet, trembled and relaxed her clenched lower body to prevent the friction from becoming so intense that she would shamefully urinate.
"Almost there... almost there..."
The man, who was still grinding against her body, suddenly changed his tone and began to pant heavily. The penis buried inside the passage suddenly throbbed violently.
"Oh...oh oh oh...I'm coming...I'm coming!"
With a burst of shout, Huangfu Ying began to thrust uncontrollably into Mu Qingyou's vagina.
The incredibly elastic vagina was like a container, sucking out every last drop of essence from the swollen penis, swallowing it completely into her uterus to slowly digest.
When Huangfu Ying withdrew his half-soft penis from the woman's body, his clothes soaked, Mu Qingyou collapsed weakly onto the floor, convulsing and curling into a ball. Her snow-white body was covered in beads of pleasure sweat.
77
After finally expressing his longing for Mu Qingyou, Huangfu Ying, panting heavily, lifted her naked body from the ground and held her in his arms. Then, like caring for a baby, he personally cleaned her body and dressed her.
"Actually, having sex with a man isn't that comfortable, is it? You always act like you're dying."
Carefully tidying the stray hairs on her forehead, Huangfu Ying hugged Mu Qingyou and suddenly laughed and teased.
"It's alright...it's alright..."
Asking this question was awkward for Mu Qingyou. Saying it was comfortable would be tantamount to admitting her lewdness; saying it wasn't would probably hurt Huangfu Ying's pride.
It's just this trivial matter between men and women, a back-and-forth motion. Actually, she couldn't really say she liked or disliked it. However, under the strong stamina of several men, she rarely failed to reach orgasm, making her sexually happier than most women.
"When did you learn to be so indecent?"
Seeing Huangfu Ying staring at her with a strange expression, she couldn't help but raise her hand and punch him.
"Really? I don't think so."
Smiling, she touched her nose, a rare sight of the usually icy man smiling so innocently.
"No?"
Staring suspiciously, Mu Qingyou climbed out of his arms and poured herself a cup of tea.
"Hehe, suspicious little vixen."
Without pursuing the matter further, Huangfu Ying's gaze slowly shifted from innocent to an indescribable longing. Like someone extremely reluctant to part with something, yet forced to let it go…
“What’s wrong?”
Seeing the fleeting smile on the man’s handsome face, his gaze fixed on her for a moment before turning serious as he focused on the scroll behind him, Mu Qingyou suddenly felt that something terrible had happened.
“Prime Minister Zhu has mobilized troops.”
Deliberately using his tall frame to block the scroll, Huangfu Ying grabbed the woman’s small hand as she tried to see what was going on. Then, he lovingly stroked her head with his large, strong hand.
“Don’t worry, I can handle it.”
He embraced Mu Qingyou and gently kissed her forehead, his icy expression finally softening.
“The palace has been quite turbulent lately. I’ve already made arrangements for you, having someone escort you back to Xiao Kingdom. Shouldn’t you go back to visit your family?”
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyou was startled.
“I want to see!”
She gripped the man’s arm tightly, pleading anxiously.
She didn’t believe nothing was wrong! Otherwise, why would this usually possessive man suddenly suggest sending her back? He clearly knew she was a spy, and he clearly knew about her ambiguous relationship with her man…
What on earth happened? Could it be… could it be a dying wish?
“What are you looking at? Political matters. So boring.”
Seeing that Mu Qingyou refused to listen, Huangfu Ying simply picked her up and forcibly held her in his arms.
“Then tell me, tell me! I understand… You know I understand everything. Aren’t we husband and wife? Something happened… why won’t you tell me?”
She wasn't usually one to cry, but for some reason, her eyes involuntarily welled up with tears as she spoke. Mu Qingyou had been lonely since childhood, and these men she met later were both lovers and companions to her. She couldn't bear to lose any of them, especially since their lives might be in danger.
"Yes, we're husband and wife... Who says we aren't? Youyou, don't cry, I'm still here, alright."
Once a woman cried, Huangfu Ying couldn't handle her.
Completely disregarding his royal dignity, he picked her up and sat her down on the red carpet. The magnificent dragon robe and her simple white dress overlapped, creating an unexpectedly harmonious scene.
"Then tell me, and don't lie. Only then can I feel at ease."
Threateningly grabbing the man's collar, Mu Qingyou was determined to get the truth out of him.
"Sigh..."
Unable to dissuade her from her insistence, Huangfu Ying stared at her beautiful face for a long time, and only after confirming her seriousness did he finally speak softly,
"I knew this day would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."
"Hmm."
"Old minister Zhu Chengfeng has always been ambitious, eyeing the might of the Qilin Kingdom. Over the years, he has never stopped coveting the Huangfu family's empire. This old man not only instigated Shi Yefeng to rebel, but also had his daughter bewitch Xuan Zi in an attempt to use him to control the emperor and command the feudal lords. Only because he married Zhu Qinglian, there was some restraint between them, and Xuan Zi saw through the conspiracy in time, so he was able to hold back for so many years. But now, Zhu Qinglian has gone mad and been banished to the cold palace. The stalemate between us has finally been broken. So, he has begun to mobilize troops, wanting to force the abdication."
"Absurd! He's just a prime minister, his position is illegitimate, what right does he have to force the abdication?" As
soon as she finished speaking, Mu Qingyou frowned.
Throughout history, it has been common for princes to rebel against the crown prince's ascension to the throne. However, it has never been seen before that a retainer successfully usurped the throne. This Prime Minister Zhu may have considerable ambition, but surely he doesn't possess the ability to control everything.
"He has no power, but he has military strength."
Mentioning this, Huangfu Ying's face grew even colder.
"Prime Minister Zhu is a veteran minister, and in his youth, he achieved great military exploits, thus earning the Emperor's favor. When he ascended the throne at a young age, the late Emperor bestowed upon him the nominal title of Grand Tutor and granted him the Black Flag Token, allowing him to mobilize three million troops from beyond the Great Wall at any time to prevent foreign invasion or rebellion by his cousin, the Prince."
"...But unexpectedly, this was like throwing a meat bun to a dog, instead giving him the bargaining chip to usurp the throne, wasn't it?"
Hearing this, Mu Qingyou was speechless.
This Huangfu Tianji is far too short-sighted.
"You'er... this analogy..."
The two were originally discussing a very serious matter, but at the crucial moment, the man was amused by her and smiled.
"How can you say he's a dog! No, calling him a dog is an insult to dogs; even dogs know loyalty!" Mu Qingyou spat contemptuously, cursing angrily.
"Pretty much."
Kissing his wife's cheek, Huangfu Ying suddenly wanted to hold her like this forever.
"Then what's the reason for sending troops? We can't tell the generals outside the pass that we mobilized troops to usurp the throne, can we?"
Thinking of another important question, Mu Qingyou quickly pressed for an answer.
"This... hehe."
Huangfu Ying paused, then smiled bitterly.
"Of course, it's to eliminate the tyrant and benefit the people."
"Tyrant?" Mu Qingyou
raised her delicate eyebrows in displeasure and couldn't help but burst out cursing.
"Nonsense!"
If Mo Yefeng were a wise ruler, she might feel a little guilty. But she, as his wife, had witnessed Huangfu Ying's diligence in government affairs every day, neglecting sleep and meals. How could she allow herself to be slandered!
Who has ever seen a tyrant reviewing memorials until late at night? Who has ever seen a tyrant, no matter how tired he is from the night before
, still go to court on time the next morning? Where there is a disaster, where there is a fire, she can't see him for days. When he finally returns, he falls asleep before he can say a word. Does this tyrant have any conscience at all?
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Huangfu Ying said with a cold laugh, speaking ironically.
"I am fond of luxury and indulge in women. For the sake of a treacherous and wicked woman of dubious origin, I even drove the virtuous and reasonable Empress to madness and banished her to the cold palace. I indulge in sensual pleasures every day, and in the end, my excessive indulgence has made my legs weak. Such a tyrant, everyone wants to get rid of him, doesn't he?"
"...Don't say that."
The more indifferent and aloof Huangfu Ying seemed, the more Mu Qingyou's heart ached as if pricked by needles. Just as she was about to comfort him, something in her heart was suddenly touched as if she had been enlightened.
No...
Originally, she was just sad and upset, but the more she thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Connecting the accusations against Huangfu Ying, Mu Qingyou felt a chill run down her spine.
All of this…all of this…wasn't it all her own doing?
Of course—
what happened to sending her here to probe Huangfu Ying's background? What happened to uncovering the mastermind? There was never any mastermind in Qilin Kingdom! Prime Minister Zhu's ambition was there; everyone knew it from the first day she stepped onto Qilin Kingdom's territory! Huangfu Xuanzi knew, Huangfu Ying knew, and Zhu Qinglian was never one to be trifled with.
Kagura…Kagura…
her heart slowly turned cold, tears involuntarily blurring her vision.
What? The spies were inexplicably killed as soon as they arrived, leaving not a trace? What? There was a mastermind manipulating everything? It was only Kagura who kept saying it. She told Mo Yefeng, and Mo Yefeng reminded her…
and then, she was sent to Qilin Kingdom. And then she truly became the treacherous and wicked Bao Si and Da Ji, utterly ruining Huangfu Ying.
So, she's been here for so long, yet she hasn't found anything she should have investigated, instead unknowingly aiding Shen Le... If it weren't for her, why would Huangfu Ying have undertaken such a massive reconstruction of a luxurious palace just for the two of them to live together? If it weren't for her, why would Zhu Qinglian have turned love into hate and broken his leg? If it weren't for her... which of the charges against Prime Minister Zhu for raising an army in rebellion would be true
?
What a despicable woman! She's such an idiot, a little bitch!
Played and manipulated by men, yet she's harmed those who truly cared for her all along!
"Where are you going?"
Seeing Mu Qingyou suddenly cover her mouth and run out like a madwoman, Huangfu Ying hadn't expected her sudden agitation and couldn't stop her.
Without replying, the woman ran wildly.
Heaven—
don't let her suspicions become reality... don't let her unforgettable Le-gege become the culprit of everything again.
She needed to find Xuan Zi, and first, prevent Yin Lang from being handed over to Shen Le as originally planned! Until that man revealed the truth to her!!
78
Despite her anxiety, Mu Qingyou hadn't forgotten to avoid being seen. Cautiously using her lightness skill, she quickly arrived at Xuan Zi Tower, searching for Huangfu Xuan Zi, only to unexpectedly find a thin, frail person gagged and chained to a bed in an inner room.
This… Yin Lang!
“What happened? What’s wrong? Where did Xuan Zi go?”
Without suspicion, she rushed forward and pulled the gag from the boy's mouth. The woman suddenly felt terrified. Everything and everyone around her seemed to have changed abruptly, leaving her helpless and completely unable to understand why.
First, Prime Minister Zhu betrayed them, and Huangfu Ying, determined to fight to the death, was forced to fight a desperate battle. Then, the Silver Wolf, whom she had entrusted to Xuan Zi's care, was inexplicably tied to a bed, and Huangfu Xuan Zi herself disappeared… Has it already begun? Has Zhu Chengfeng already started targeting those close to Huangfu Ying? Why is Xuan Zi gone? Could she have really been kidnapped?
Perhaps her concern for her lover has clouded her judgment. If Huangfu Xuan Zi had truly been captured, why would she leave the important Silver Wolf here alone? Is the Silver Wolf, constantly coveted, less important than Huangfu Xuan Zi? Looking at the woman's concerned face, the young man breathed heavily, his dark green pupils flashing with an unfathomable, deep light. Like a glittering gem in the night, it illuminated the darkness, but did not signify light.
"The prince was kidnapped by a group of masked men in black, and I don't know where they went. I tried to call for help, but they imprisoned me here. Sister Qingyou, please help me! My limbs are so painful from being bound by chains."
Once his breathing had stabilized, Silver Wolf put on a pitiful plea for help, showing the woman before him the red marks left by the chains from his struggles.
"My hands and feet are almost broken! Waaaaah..."
"Don't be afraid, I'll save you."
Soothingly patting Silver Wolf's head, Mu Qingyou's hatred for Zhu Chengfeng intensified.
These inhuman bastards, they wouldn't even spare a young boy! Little did she know that Huangfu Xuanzi had personally tied the ropes, even testing them to make sure the sharp-toothed wolf cub wouldn't bite them off before leaving.
Originally intending to break the chains with her internal energy, she ultimately had to use tools she could find in the room to forcefully snap them. By the time Silver Wolf could get out of bed, Mu Qingyou was drenched in sweat.
"What kind of chains are these? They're so sturdy..."
"Xue, come with me. Let's find a place to hide you first."
She grabbed the boy's hand, even though she hadn't thought of a safer place yet. But fearing that the group of men in black might return and cause trouble for the two of them, Mu Qingyou decided to take him back to the villa first. After all, there were fewer guards there, and no maids or servants to bother them.
Then, she was in front, and Silver Wolf was behind. Before she could even step out of the inner room, a sharp chop slashed down from the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious with force.
"..."
Before closing her eyes, she looked back in disbelief at the expressionless Silver Wolf. His pure white hair was as cold as frost and snow, highlighting a hint of mockery in his dark green eyes.
"Little bitch, it seems you're not only very slutty, but also very stupid."
The boyish voice disappeared, and Silver Wolf, in his youthful form, spoke in a deep, resonant voice that only an adult man possesses. Not too heavy, not too light, yet like a large stone crashing down, it disturbed the woman's heart...
"Don't hate me."
Long, slender fingers covered her eyes, closing them. Silver Wolf paused, then swiftly dragged the unconscious Mu Qingyou onto the bed.
79 Rape and Storm
Staring silently at Mu Qingyou's sleeping face as she lay flat on the soft bed, Silver Wolf felt a strange sensation.
Truly a captivating beauty—
that face, that figure.
Whether as a fairy or now reincarnated as a human, she was equally enchanting.
"So what if she's alluring? Does a captivating woman who takes someone's life escape retribution?"
He murmured softly, a hint of hatred in his voice, as his snow-white fingers slowly caressed the woman's cheek. After fully feeling the soft, elastic texture, they meandered downwards, finally stretching into claws that gripped the woman's throat and tightened forcefully.
"Hmm..."
Although still unconscious, Mu Qingyou's survival instincts caused her to groan and wince, her brows furrowed in pain.
"You know, thousands of years ago I wanted to see you die in such agony at my hands, but I never expected it to drag on until today."
As the woman's face gradually turned bluish-purple, the silver wolf gritted his teeth and released his grip, sparing her life.
Every time he recalled the tragic deaths of the Night Wind King and the water demons, he was overcome with unbearable grief. The dark years had passed, the dead were gone, but the living had to endure the torment of those memories day after day.
"I can't kill you. I need your help to save the Night Wind King, lest you be killed again by that damned fox spirit."
After releasing her grip with regret, his brutality didn't end there.
Not forgetting his important purpose, the silver wolf coldly straddled Mu Qingyou, impatiently pulling at her clothes.
After being injured by the seven-colored stone, he had regressed into a weak, helpless boy. Not only has he lost all his magical power, but even basic defense is extremely difficult to achieve. At this critical juncture, only a liquid imbued with spiritual energy can restore him to his beast-god form. Hopefully, he can still inform the Night King in time that the fox spirit in this life is secretly plotting something, to prevent another catastrophe.
This spiritual liquid is both easy and difficult to find.
Originally, he wanted to use Huangfu Xuanzi's blood to help him restore his magical power, since the reincarnation of the Purple Fox carries some spiritual energy. But now it seems that the man is already being generous by not killing him and using his wolf pelt as a shawl; harming him is absolutely impossible.
However, now that Mu Qingyou is in his grasp, as a reincarnated fairy, her spiritual energy is much stronger than Huangfu Xuanzi's. Especially when she has intercourse with a man, the resulting fluids, absorbed through the penis, will flow throughout her body, instantly restoring her beast-god form and greatly increasing her magical power. " Then why not use it?
" "Hmm...hmm..."
Having been having some nightmare in her unconscious state, Mu Qingyou, manipulated at will by the silver wolf, writhed restlessly as if her body had an automatic sense of self.
"Hmph, what? You'll be in for a treat in a minute!"
He cruelly ripped off her outer garment and threw it on the ground; her bra underneath also met the same fate, falling apart in pieces. The young man's expression was full of contempt; his eyes seemed to say, "This kind of slut doesn't even know to wear clothes? Why not just strip naked and lie on the street for anyone to do with?!
" "No...don't..."
Panic. Despair. Heart-wrenching fear.
A nightmare, seemingly from nowhere, invaded the unconscious beauty's mind, causing her to tremble under the silver wolf's wanton actions.
The air was filled with the ear-piercing sound of tearing fabric, occasionally accompanied by the young man's contemptuous sneers.
"What are you afraid of? A sought-after vixen like you is now standing naked in front of me, what's so special about you, hmm, little slut!"
Finally, as he stripped Mu Qingyou naked, the silver wolf's dark green pupils turned sinister.
The woman's body was beautiful and tender, like a delicious delicacy. Back in the demon realm, he was just a young wolf, not yet in human form, so he knew very little about sex. Later, those who were meant to die all died, and those who weren't were implicated and perished as well. Suddenly, the demon realm was under his control, with various pressures and unfamiliar powers coming one after another, leaving him no time to think about anything else.
So many years had passed in a flash, and it seemed he hadn't even had a chance to properly enjoy a woman.
Today's opportunity might be a twist of fate, or perhaps heaven was deliberately providing the woman he resented most with a chance to vent.
"Not bad, perhaps this will be unforgettable for me."
Slowly removing the barriers around himself, a seductive smile appeared on the silver wolf's handsome face.
A wet yet cold kiss slowly landed on Mu Qingyou's neck, leaving a small hickey. Xue lay prone on the woman, feeling her different anatomy, and a warmth gradually warmed his resentful heart.
Drugging and rape always brings pleasure, especially to the perpetrator.
A man's contempt for a woman is always expressed through lust; the more he despises her, the more he wants to penetrate her body and treat her like the lowest prostitute. The more he looks down on her, the more he wants to brutally abuse her, making her serve him humbly like a slave. Their private parts lightly touched, and even though the silver wolf looked like a boy, his penis was still as hard as iron.
"You little slut... slut!"
He reached out and tightly grasped her two soft breasts, then began to roughly knead them. The boy's silver hair was draped behind him, long and hanging down to the edge of the bed. He was
very thin, and his figure was not particularly muscular. His small penis was just beginning to develop, and a young boy should have a certain appearance—pink, hard, both lewd and alluring. During the kiss, he arched his back and rubbed his penis against the woman's abdomen and thighs. The wonderful feeling of flesh rubbing against flesh quickly brought a beautiful blush to his body.
The silver beast was like an illusion, like encountering a rare flower.
Mu Qingyou was beautiful, but it was a kind of beauty that intoxicated men. Silver Wolf was beautiful, unlike the alluring Xuan Zi, the dashing Ye Feng, or the icy Huangfu Ying or the gentle Kagura—
Silver Wolf's beauty was like a legend, a legend that stirred women's hearts.
Her skin was white like cherry blossoms, a blush of pleasure slowly seeping from her bones, a tender glow on her skin. She looked like a child, yet she was doing such shameful things to a grown woman; this taboo and darkness stirred a slight excitement within her.
"Such big breasts, such red nipples, they must taste delicious."
Her fingers swirled around the two slowly engorged nipples, even pressing them firmly with her index finger, forcing them into the full flesh, creating small indentations.
Driven by playfulness, Silver Wolf pressed them in and pulled them out, then pressed them in again. Finally, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked them, becoming increasingly addicted, making soft sucking sounds. Soon, like a nursing child, she embraced the woman, who was about her height, and forcefully sucked on her nipples.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Perhaps the silver wolf's strength was too great, or perhaps his licking was too savage. Mu Qingyou subconsciously felt both pain and numbness from the sucking, her breasts heavy and swollen, and she unconsciously reached out to cover her head.
"What, you want me to suck too?"
He took turns sucking on the woman's nipples several times, and when he spat out the small fruit sticky with saliva, Xue Xie smiled lewdly and made a lewd invitation to the unconscious Mu Qingyou.
"If you can't suck your own breasts, you can suck on other ones."
Saying that, he bit her breast hard and then climbed off her, changed position and sat on Mu Qingyou's face, pinched her cheeks open and shoved his erect penis into her mouth.
"Mmm..."
With the hard penis in her mouth, Mu Qingyou, driven by the aphrodisiac, naturally began to lick and suck. Instantly, a sharp, tingling sensation spread from the tip of the silver wolf's penis to her limbs, causing the young boy to groan in pleasure.
Not to be outdone, Silver Wolf thrust his hips in and out of Mu Qingyou's mouth, and in his excitement, he lifted the woman's buttocks and slowly licked the cleft between her legs.
A wolf's tongue is different from a human's; although Silver Wolf was now in human form, his long, crimson tongue still had a layer of barbs. These barbs, like specially made flirting tools, were particularly stimulating on her sensitive clitoris, causing her pink vulva to immediately secrete arousal fluid.
He greedily swallowed the fluid that flowed from Mu Qingyou, and the legendary elixir began to exert its powerful effects within her body.
"Shameless little slut, you love any cock!"
Feeling Mu Qingyou enjoying his penis so much, making continuous noises, Silver Wolf quickly flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, increasing the speed of his flirting. He also occasionally stuck his tongue into the woman's vagina, scooping up more fluid and swallowing it.
"I'll feed you the small one first, and when I'm back to normal, I'll reward you with my big cock!"
In matters of sex, no man doesn't want to be powerful and strong, able to satisfy the woman he possesses. Originally, Silver Wolf simply wanted to use flirting to induce her to secrete lustful fluids so he could recover his magic power faster.
But as he delved deeper, he found the woman beneath him to be quite delicious, and it would be a real shame not to have a good time with her! Besides, he still hated her so much.
The shrinking of his body made his penis much more immature, making the experience somewhat frustrating. So he thrust even harder, using prolonged and powerful thrusts to replace the thick penis that could provide comfort.
But Mu Qingyou herself clearly loved this pretty little cock.
The two candle-sized cocks completely freed her from the torment of her cheeks being stretched until they ached. Whether it was Mo Yefeng or Huangfu Ying, every time they performed oral sex, their mouths felt like they were about to burst, numb and sore. Her tongue was completely blocked by the large, round end, making it difficult to move, yet the two men persisted in making her lick it.
But the one in her mouth was the perfect size, not too big to hurt her mouth, and allowed her to fully experience the pleasure of having a man's penis inside her and letting him thrust in and out.
The aphrodisiac was raging inside her, and she diligently sucked and licked the tip of the penis with her tongue. She satisfied herself and brought pleasure to the men on top of her.
"Lick me...suck me...you little slut, I want it!"
Her buttocks rubbed against Mu Qingyou's face with pleasure, the woman's superb technique giving Silver Wolf an unprecedented experience. Her two shapely balls swayed with the thrusting motion, gently rubbing against Mu Qingyou's face, making her feel itchy. She didn't know what had gotten into her; though her mind was dazed, her body became increasingly aroused, and she actually reached out and forcefully inserted her finger into Silver Wolf's anus.
"Ah...ah!"
His anus, never before explored, was suddenly penetrated by a woman's finger, which was constantly thrusting in and out. Xue's face flushed red like a tomato, her heart filled with both anger and shame. Most embarrassingly, the sensation of being penetrated in her anus was so exquisite that she was reluctant to leave, and could only intensify her sucking of the woman's private parts, returning all the pleasure she had inflicted upon her.
80 Step by Step
"Mmm...mmm..."
Originally, Xue could concentrate a little, thrusting into Mu Qingyou's small mouth while vigorously licking her wet vulva. The woman's vulva was a lustful pink, and she opened her mouth to swallow the glistening fluid, then savored the two tender lips, slowly chewing them.
But now, with Mu Qingyou shamefully penetrating her anus, that strange, tingling sensation flowed along her anus to the tip of her penis. It made her hard little penis even more erect and pointed, and the thrusting speed became increasingly rapid.
"So good...so good...mmm..."
The speed of her lower body trembling increased, and in the end, Silver Wolf could no longer concentrate on sucking the woman's vulva. His handsome, youthful face was held high, his silver hair flying wildly.
He groaned. He was restless. His flushed cheeks were filled with shyness, mixed with the desire of a grown man suppressed for thousands of years.
"Give it to me! Give it to me!"
He no longer cared that his penis was still in Mu Qingyou's mouth instead of the long-awaited vagina. Xue could only think of one thing: to release his pent-up semen for years and let it all go to the beautiful and alluring woman beneath him.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Mu Qingyou's nose hurt from being hit so hard, and her mouth was so full that she couldn't even swallow her saliva. Instinctively, she grabbed the boy's buttocks and sucked hard on Xue's penis as if to stop the penis from moving around in her mouth.
"Oh! Oh oh... little vixen! No..."
This sucking had a big impact, and the silver wolf, who could have lasted for hundreds more times, suddenly ejaculated. A peculiar fragrance mingled with his semen, which immediately gushed forth, filling Mu Qingyou's mouth with a series of "plop" sounds. The excess dripped down her chin, soon staining her shoulder, and then flowing onto the sheets beneath her.
"Mmm..."
Unaware of what she was going through, Mu Qingyou felt her mouth filled with a strangely fragrant, viscous liquid, which she instinctively swallowed.
"Huff... huff..."
Her spine straightened the instant of ejaculation, her snow-white eyes glazed as she gasped for breath. This pent-up, intense release almost made her faint. As if all her strength had been drained, the boy withdrew his limp penis and collapsed onto Mu Qingyou. The two lay there head to toe, toe to head. Their naked bodies were flushed with the afterglow of lovemaking.
"That was awful..."
After calming his erratic breathing, Silver Wolf bit Mu Qingyou's inner thigh, groaning with deep emotion.
No wonder every man was so infatuated with her. Before, he thought those men were foolish, but now he found himself almost completely lost in this woman's gentle embrace.
The mere act of thrusting his penis into her mouth while she was still unconscious was enough to drive her wild. Imagine
the sheer pleasure of having sex with her when she was awake and aroused—it would be heavenly! She would savor the afterglow of her orgasm, her body writhing in blissful ecstasy as she fantasized and rested.
However, the tranquility was short-lived. Soon, she felt dizzy, her vision blurring and everything appearing double.
After another half-incense stick's time, the boy began to radiate intense heat. The scorching steam made Mu Qingyou instinctively resist. Silver Wolf himself felt as if he were in a volcano, wishing he could peel his skin off.
"Ah…so hot…so hot…" He kicked his legs wildly, clutching the sheets and writhing helplessly. Sharp wolf teeth suddenly emerged from his pale lips, long and sharp, dripping with saliva and menacingly menacing.
Its dark green pupils flickered with a wild, beast-like light, a strange change that made it unable to resist letting out a cry, but to outsiders it sounded like a terrifying wolf howl.
"Awooo—"
Its long silver hair covered its entire body, shimmering as evidence of its divine beast power. It tried to open its mouth, but could only continue to whimper like a wild beast. But soon, a tearing pain began to shoot through its skin, and its thin bones miraculously stretched and stretched in different directions, its thin flesh gradually filling out into bulging muscle groups.
For a demigod, the process of transformation is always painful and prolonged...
It is unknown how long it endured this torment, but when the silver wolf was covered in sweat of pain and regained its normal consciousness, it was astonished to find that its body had completely changed. It had actually fully restored its power simply by sucking the saliva from Mu Qingyou's mouth with its penis!
Ignoring the lingering pain, it jumped up with great joy and ran towards the mirror in Huangfu Xuanzi's room.
Unable to believe it, Xue stroked her handsome face and body, her physique, as strong as the most agile wild beast, filled her with both pride and awe. She realized she had finally returned to the appearance befitting the King of the Demon Realm.
A fair, jade-like body, strong limbs—
now completely naked, with slender eyebrows, a straight nose, and thin lips. Her muscles were tight and firm, her long legs like sculptures of white jade.
The mature man looked breathtakingly handsome, his silver hair exuding a thousand charms.
A beautiful wolf king, very handsome and elegant.
The silver wolf possessed a blend of different qualities, combining the strength of Mo Yefeng with the refinement of Kagura; his white skin gave him a somewhat cold appearance, like Huangfu Ying, but his smile was as alluring as a mysterious purple.
Wolf King—
his fingers caressed his slightly pointed chin, his dark green pupils darting evilly. Then, he gently stroked the erect penis, which had slowly returned to its full, robust state from its drooping position, wiping away the sticky semen with his thumb before lewdly sucking it into his mouth.
He glanced back at the woman still unconscious on the bed, semen dripping from her mouth, oblivious to everything, then lifted her long hair that hung over her shoulders and walked towards her step by step.
"Not bad, great fairy. I underestimated the remaining spiritual power in your body."
His slender fingers, in adult form, lightly caressed Mu Qingyou's face, rubbing back and forth on her delicate skin a few times before sliding down to her nipples, drawing circles.
"But don't worry, as repayment, I'll fuck you well with my big cock. It won't be in vain that you helped me restore my divine power. But this time, I hope you understand." (
From the Imperial Study)
"Your Majesty means I should feign allegiance to that old scoundrel Zhu Chengfeng and then conspire with him to usurp the throne?"
Having just been invited here to discuss important matters, Huangfu Xuanzi hadn't even warmed his seat before Huangfu Ying, sitting on the dragon throne drinking tea, presented his scheme, and he jumped up from his chair in shock.
Indeed, unlike the lie Silver Wolf had fabricated—that he had been captured by terrifying men in black—he had openly followed Huangfu Ying's men to the imperial study.
Silver Wolf's story naturally contained elements of falsehood. Imprisoned by Huangfu Xuanzi for so long, he harbored resentment. Having seized an opportunity to escape, he naturally wouldn't let it slip by, and he cleverly orchestrated a scheme involving Mu Qingyou.
He clearly saw palace men arrive and politely escort Prince Xuanzi away, yet he insisted on claiming to have been captured. Deliberately—
while Xuanzi was away—he abducted his lover, slept with him, and incidentally even treated his own injuries. Xue Xinsi naturally wanted to oppose Huangfu Xuanzi at every turn, but upon closer inspection, it also carried a touch of mischievous childishness. "
You vixen! You've been so mean to me, huh! I'll sleep with your wife and beat your child!!!
" "Not bad."
Huangfu Ying nodded, his starry eyes unfathomable.
"Zhu Chengfeng is always cautious. Now that he has a legitimate reason and sufficient military strength, he should be seventy or eighty percent certain of capturing the palace. But after the capture, the struggle for the throne will be a thorn in his side. Without a suitable puppet, it won't be so easy for him to gain the support of the people if he wants to become king."
"So that's where I can step in..."
Huangfu Xuanzi touched the tip of his nose, his smile somewhat awkward.
"Yes, I've already spread rumors that we're at odds because of You'er. I think Zhu Chengfeng has heard about it and it's only a matter of time before he tries to win you over again. When that happens, we'll proceed according to plan and hopefully turn the tide."
Putting down his teacup, Huangfu Ying walked solemnly to Huangfu Xuanzi, his large hand pressing on his younger brother's shoulder with a heavy sense of entrustment.
"Brother, I'm sorry to have to go through this. I know you've always been aloof from worldly affairs, and this period will be very difficult for you. But believe me, because you are also Father's son, my brother."
"Brother, you trust me so much, aren't you afraid I'll really join forces with Zhu Chengfeng?"
Hearing Huangfu Ying's words, Xuanzi no longer showed any panic or resistance. Today, he wasn't dressed in a flamboyant style; a simple, unadorned robe accentuated his clean-cut face. A faint smile curved his red lips, and the alluring man's crescent-shaped eyes curved into crescent moons as he suddenly uttered a thought-provoking sentence.
"The throne is so dazzling and prestigious, who wouldn't be tempted? Perhaps I'd even think being a puppet emperor wouldn't be so bad, so I'd just go for it."
Upon hearing this, he suddenly felt a tightening on his shoulder; Huangfu Ying, slightly taller than him, had already furrowed his handsome, sword-like eyebrows.
"If you want my brother's position, you can tell me. Our paternal line is thin, only these two bloodlines remain, so it doesn't matter who sits on it."
He paused, realizing his words were somewhat hesitant.
Mo Yefeng's arrogant face suddenly flickered in his mind like a ghost. If you really wanted to, that man should be their blood brother.
But…
avoiding those complicated thoughts, Huangfu Ying quickly shifted his attention to Huangfu Xuanzi's face.
"But at this critical juncture, Zhu Chengfeng covets the Huangfu family's throne. As your elder brother, I hope you will prioritize the greater good and not let it fall into the hands of outsiders." These words were sincere; it was rare for the usually arrogant and cold-blooded monarch to set aside personal power and prioritize his family's empire. Looking into Huangfu Ying's resolute dark eyes, Huangfu Xuanzi understood that this matter had not been entirely unconsidered, nor was he truly confident in his "indifference to worldly affairs."
However, Huangfu Ying felt it was better to have his own younger brother seize the throne than for Zhu Chengfeng to gain power through his petty schemes. To put it another way, he would even prefer that little brat Mo Yefeng to force him off the throne. At least, the same blood would still flow in his veins.
"Hehe, it was just a joke, brother. Why take it so seriously?"
Xuanzi subtly brushed Huangfu Ying's hand away, turned around with a smile, his slender figure appearing so elegant and dreamlike.
“What my younger brother desires cannot be given by a mere crown. Xuan Zi has no ill intentions; I will fulfill my brother's orders to the best of my ability.”
With that, she gracefully walked towards the exit of the solemn imperial study.
She paused before crossing the gilded threshold, without turning back. But her gentle voice, like a rhythm, reached Huangfu Ying's ears.
“Our forces may be insufficient, but that Brother Ye Feng of Xiao Kingdom has them. So many years have passed; you must be tired of fighting. Even my frail younger brother has to go to the front lines. How long do you intend to stalemate him? Do you really want to fight to the death?”
Having said this much, Xuan Zi nodded and said no more. Huangfu Ying did not immediately refute, knowing that she had taken his words to heart.
Stepping out of the door, the handsome man took a deep breath of the azure sky.
The fragrance of the garden's vibrant flowers filled his lungs, intoxicating his body and soul. Her crescent-shaped eyes gradually returned to their original state. Few could truly understand the emotions hidden deep within Huangfu Xuanzi's eyes, and now the light emanating from them was even more enigmatic.
In this life, everyone should wear a mask. As long as the mask is lonely and harmless enough, perhaps it can accomplish what many cannot, and create situations that many cannot fathom. Everyone thinks they are clever, yet everyone is also hopelessly wary of those whose very nature exudes arrogance.
In truth, the most terrifying people in this world are often the most seemingly innocent.
Thinking this, she smiled and closed her crescent-shaped eyes again.
81 Are you also looking for Silver Wolf?
When Huangfu Xuanzi returned to her villa, Silver Wolf was gone.
He wasn't stupid; now that he had regained his divine power, there was no need to stay here and endlessly cling to Mu Qingyou. Enemies could appear at any time, and the fox spirit was currently the biggest threat. So he fled. He grabbed a random set of men's clothes from the closet, put them on, and escaped unnoticed from this heavily guarded place with the woman, cleanly and efficiently as if they had never been there.
Semen remained on the large bed after the man's release, and the chains that had been restraining him were now broken. The crescent-shaped eyes, no longer able to remain indifferent, narrowed, a cold glint shooting from the alluring man's gaze. Huangfu Xuanzi knew her worst fears had come true—
"Is this fate?"
His gaze, filled with resentment, fixed on the semen stains on the bed, the man's expression twisted into a ferocious grimace.
If he wasn't mistaken, Silver Wolf had already obtained the desired elixir from the great fairy Mu Qingyou of his past life. Once he regained his power and escaped, his various schemes might be revealed to Mo Yefeng and Shen Le beforehand. Wouldn't that mean everything would be for naught?
"No, no!"
With a sudden burst of strength, he ripped off the sheets and blankets, throwing them to the ground and stomping on them in a fit of rage. The man's fury was so intense that his eyes turned bloodshot and his face turned bluish-purple within moments.
"Mo Yefeng... Mo Yefeng! Even the heavens are on your side! Even the heavens are on your side!"
The scream, suppressed for years, finally burst from his throat. He grabbed the tattered fabric and tore it into countless pieces, which floated lightly in the air, like tearing his hated person to pieces. So
much hatred...
all the meticulous planning, all the schemes. He had forgotten the most important point!
This Xuanzi Tower had never had guards who, to feign indifference, secretly plotted unspeakable schemes. But now, they had stumbled on this very point, allowing Mu Qingyou to come into contact with Silver Wolf while she was away. Whether the woman was willing or coerced, if Silver Wolf escaped now, capturing him and completing their grand plan would be impossible...
After his hysterical outburst, the violent energy gradually subsided, and the man collapsed to the ground, his handsome face filled with resentment.
Had he really lost like this...? He hadn't even had a chance to harm that demon in the slightest.
He had been utterly despondent, but then his gaze shifted, and after considering all the possibilities, he suddenly realized something crucial.
Wait—
even if Silver Wolf could barely evade the guards who patrolled only occasionally, dragging a woman out of the palace gates was impossible.
Although Mu Qingyou was Huangfu Ying's most favored concubine, everyone was extremely sensitive to her whereabouts because of her unauthorized departure from the palace last time. Without the Emperor's order, they would never be allowed to leave the palace. So they must still be hiding inside the palace.
If so, besides that villa, where else would be a better place for her and a strange man to hide temporarily?
Thinking of this, his previously pale face regained its radiance.
"Cai Ni… there's still a chance. You have to believe me… you must believe me."
"Prince Xuanzi…" Just as the man frowned, pondering how to find Silver Wolf, several unfamiliar figures silently appeared at the bedroom door.
"What is it?"
Pretending nothing had happened, Huangfu Xuanzi smoothed her slightly disheveled hair with her fingers and stood up, looking at the other person.
"Your Highness's heart is troubled, and my master knows it best. Therefore, my master has sent us today to invite Your Highness to the mansion for a chat, to discuss some important matters that Your Highness is interested in."
The leader spoke and walked with an air of nonchalance, which alone told Xuanzi that this person was likely quite skilled in martial arts, appearing to be adept at scaling walls and leaping across rooftops. He was
tall and slender, and his every move adhered to the etiquette of a soldier. Huangfu Xuanzi knew without a doubt who had sent him. It seemed Huangfu Ying was right; it was only a matter of time before Zhu Chengfeng came to win her over. Perhaps her earlier outburst was simply seen by the other person as a tantrum because she couldn't get her brother's woman.
However… this was a good opportunity to use someone else to do her dirty work…
After a moment of silent contemplation, Huangfu Xuanzi offered a gentle smile.
"Is the owner of that house interested in the Silver Wolf, hmm?"

82 Ice Cave Cuddling 1
"Ah..."
When Mu Qingyou woke up, she felt extremely sore all over, as if she had been crushed by a huge rock. In her memory, she seemed to have rushed into Xuan Zi's room to save the Silver Wolf, and then a sharp pain came from her neck, and then she knew nothing more...
Hiss—
which bastard was so cruel?
Massaging the back of her neck, the woman turned her head and looked around angrily.
Huh
, looking around, it was a big deal. The next second, her slightly upturned beautiful eyes suddenly widened to be bigger than copper bells.
What the hell is this place!
All around her was bright and white. She was now in an ice cave of unknown origin. The ice surface under her feet was flat and shiny, and the walls were sharp and crystalline. This air was chillingly cold, with a strange and bewitching blue in the white, it must have been frozen for at least hundreds of years...
No way...
The woman hurriedly stood up to see what was going on, but her foot slipped on the ice, and she fell backward, landing squarely on something soft and warm.
"Ouch!"
A scream rang out as the man's large hand mercilessly swung over, shoving her onto the ice, sending her rolling several times and nearly hitting her head.
"...!"
Never having been treated like this before, Mu Qingyou was furious. Her sharp gaze swept over, but she froze, staring at the man like a fool for a long time before finally gaping in astonishment.
"...A giant silver wolf!"
Indeed!
The man lying not far from her—his features, his figure, his expression—was a perfect replica of a grown-up silver wolf, exactly like the little wolf cub from before. Only, he was treated much better than her. In this freezing ice cave, not only was he covered with a thick blanket, but his magnificent silver hair also covered several feet of ice. There were also many exquisite foods around him, and he himself had been happily eating cherries with one hand propping up his head.
She'd probably been too busy being surprised to notice, which was why he'd been watching her like a clown for so long. Then, he suddenly tripped and fell, accidentally hitting his "brother," which triggered this inexplicably magnified wolf cub's furious roar.
"Watch out! You'll get impotent! You brainless woman!"
Oh...look!
Even his arrogant tone was exactly the same.
Gritting her teeth, she covered her sore groin with her hand, a few cherry pits embarrassingly popping out from between her teeth—clearly, her anger had erupted too quickly to maintain her composure before she could spit them out.
"I thought you didn't have that function..."
Mu Qingyou chuckled, not bothering to argue. Thinking back to that pitiful little green-eyed wolf cub, she naturally only saw him as a child and didn't think anything of it. She couldn't have guessed that the seemingly impotent young silver wolf had just fed her his own semen not long ago…
“What? Say that again!”
Her words only fueled the wolf's rage.
Dropping a few cherries from his palm, the snow wolf's paw swept over Mu Qingyou. Now back to his former self, his tall, imposing figure was almost as imposing as Mo Yefeng's. Mu Qingyou was no match for him, and in the blink of an eye, she was pinned beneath him.
“Ha!”
Even with the man pressing down on her, she remained unfazed. Her intuition had already convinced her that this snow wolf was just a harmless child, and would remain so even as he grew older. Therefore, the contact wouldn't evoke any romantic feelings; she would only feel—
how warm!
Comfortably covered by the "wolf blanket," she breathed slowly. The chill she hadn't noticed before suddenly washed over her, causing her to snuggle even closer into the snow wolf's embrace.
"This is an ice cave, and a wolf pelt for warmth would be fine...
" "Aren't you afraid?"
Dark green eyes stared at Mu Qingyou's face for a long time before Xue finally couldn't hold back, his handsome face twitching.
"To you, I'm just a man without sexual ability!"
Seeing that Mu Qingyou didn't object, Xue, still stubborn, pressed on with another question.
"Ah... why have you suddenly grown up?"
Finally realizing Xue's seriousness, Mu Qingyou wanted to laugh, but coughed lightly and changed the subject.
No one understood better than her how much men cared about these things, but based on their past relationship, she couldn't accept her current adult appearance. Subconsciously, she couldn't allow herself to discuss such private matters with a man who, in her eyes, still looked like a child.
However, looking closely, while the little wolf cub was fair-skinned and delicate, it was precisely that ethereal quality and her spoiled, pouting manner that made her think she was just an ordinary child. But now, Xue was all out and about, with long eyebrows, long eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. His thick muscles exuded power, making his elongated facial features appear even more profound.
She suddenly realized that he had transformed into a handsome man—
"I've always been big!"
Still confused and preoccupied with the earlier question, Xue forcefully pulled Mu Qingyou's hand towards her crotch, touching her penis, which had been aroused by the pain of the impact. Its
swollen outline was magnificent and large, almost bursting through her pants. Now, with the woman's soft, delicate hand covering it and gently massaging and rubbing it, his proud manhood became even harder.
"Feel it, isn't it big!"
He proudly swayed it against her palm a few times, a smug glint in his eyes.
"...You're filthy!"
Hearing the man's shameless lewd words, and being forced to caress his penis as if it were something, Mu Qingyou's face flushed instantly. She finally realized that she absolutely could not treat this dangerous man like a child anymore!
"Hehehe, men are inherently lewd."
Her once fair, almost translucent face, stimulated by him, finally turned a bright red like a tomato. This change completely satisfied the vanity of the silver wolf.
From childhood, the fact that she would shrink whenever she was injured was extremely frustrating. Not only did her body shrink, but her penis also shrank. It was so small it was indistinguishable from that of an ordinary child, and even compared to a human teenager, it wasn't particularly outstanding.
Please… I'm the Wolf King!
How could I bear such humiliation!
"Tell me, is it big or not…"
Men are all shameless, and male wolves are no exception. Seeing Mu Qingyou's increasing embarrassment, Xue shamelessly thrust his buttocks against her. The back-and-forth bumping made the woman's inner thighs numb and itchy, and soon she was wet with arousal fluid.
Damn it…
she knew the aphrodisiac was working, but her reaction was so quick and shameless that Mu Qingyou frowned, almost despising herself. If it were just those few men who were entangled with her, it wouldn't be so bad; they could just be wanton. She could just grab one and have a wild, unrestrained time with any of them, it wouldn't matter. But she already had a man, yet she was easily aroused by other men's teasing—what difference was there between her and a prostitute
? "Get away! Pervert!"
Seeing Xue becoming increasingly audacious, a pair of pale cherry lips were about to kiss her. Startled, she jerked her hand down and squeezed hard at that hard, fleshy rod—instantly, Silver Wolf's eyes widened, her nose turned red, and tears streamed down her face in pain.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Screaming, clutching her crotch, Silver Wolf rolled on the ground, wishing she could smash her forehead against ice.
"You damn woman! You're so cruel!!"
"Hey, I'm talking seriously! How did you grow up? Didn't you say you were injured?"
Finally shaking off the clingy woman, Mu Qingyou straightened her clothes and sat up, not forgetting to steal a cherry from Silver Wolf's plate.
"And why are we here? How did I pass out? What happened?"
A barrage of "whys" sent chills down Tingxue's spine, her lower body ached, and her temples throbbed. Finally, she lay sprawled on the ice like a worm, looking both pitiful and adorable.
"Hey, say something...aren't you cold lying like that?" Mu Qingyou teased, slowly chewing on a sweet cherry.
"What are you talking about! I'm a snow wolf, okay? I've eaten ice and snow since I was little...born in the cold wind, raised on snowy mountains. This little bit of chill is nothing to me."
Circumstances dictate actions. Despite being clearly at a disadvantage in her battle of wits with this woman, Xue stubbornly maintained her last shred of dignity.
"I won't ask about those matters; it's a long story..."
Once the pain in her lower body subsided, she finally sat up listlessly and pulled a book from her waist, tossing it to Mu Qingyou.
"What's this?"
The woman took the book, looking at the cover with suspicion.
"The Tale of the Demonic Enchantment..."
"That's right. Even if you talk about gods and ghosts now, it's all unclear. After all, things spanning thousands of years can't be explained in a few words. Of course, I'm too lazy to explain... But the past was recorded by a wandering immortal from the Three Realms, who wrote this Tale of the Demonic Enchantment. Read it yourself; you'll understand after you finish."
"Alright..."
Looking at the mysterious book in her hand, Mu Qingyou nodded with a hint of doubt. Meanwhile, Silver Wolf took the opportunity to move the fruit platter beside her and found a corner to continue his feast.
Time passed slowly, the only sound in the air seemingly the turning of pages. The man, unable to bear the loneliness, finished the cherries and began to steal glances at Mu Qingyou, who was engrossed in her book. He saw her laughing hysterically one moment, then crying the next… Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she slammed the book shut.
83 Ice Cave Cuddling 2
“Yes, that’s the expression—”
Seeing Mu Qingyou’s red eyes, sweaty face, and trembling body, Xue spat out a cherry pit and said gleefully.
“Thousands of years ago, when they died, you had the same face, wanting to cry but unable to. Not crying was worse than death, your whole body drenched in cold sweat, trembling like a sieve, it was so funny!”
Clapping his hands as if he had seen something delightful, the silver wolf’s dark green eyes flashed with excitement and a touch of cruelty. So many years had passed, yet he still harbored resentment towards this great fairy.
Although he betrayed that vixen, the Night Wind King, ultimately, if it weren’t for protecting this woman, the Night Wind King wouldn’t have suffered such a tragic fate, having his heart ripped out by the God of Sun and Moon.
Women, these things, have always been a source of trouble. " Just playing around, why
take it so seriously?"
Seeing Mu Qingyou clutching the side story, her face pale and trembling, Silver Wolf's smile grew even more wicked. He dropped the cherry in his hand with a "thud," and crawled slowly towards her like a wild beast.
His handsome face met Mu Qingyou's stunningly beautiful face, and he thought only torment her, to make her suffer.
"So cold..."
Her teeth chattered, unaware of the cold outside or the chill in her heart. Mu Qingyou's lips began to turn a terrifying bluish-purple, and her once bright and beautiful eyes became unusually dim.
How could she...
suddenly see her past life, and such a complicated, tragic one at that—few could truly bear it. Especially since those people from her past life were still around her in this life, influencing her joys and sorrows, determining her fate.
Unfamiliar scenes flashed through her mind like a scrolling scroll; those familiar people, those familiar faces, though dressed differently, were still recognizable.
Huangfu Ying fell… Shen Le fell… Xuan Zi fell…
and—
in the painting, Mo Yefeng looked even more sinister, yet even more imposing. His thick, ink-black hair was tied high, interspersed with strands of arrogant, icy blue fluttering in the wind. Those deep eyes, those long eyebrows, that high-bridged nose—all so familiar… the golden armor made him seem like a legend.
Yet, his heart was empty—
blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering on his handsome face and body… gradually extinguishing the color in his pupils. His bronze skin began to darken from lack of blood, until finally, he stood on the edge of the cliff, supported by a broken sword, his face radiating a desolate, pale blue.
How long had passed… his corpse remained standing there, like a statue.
When the gentle full moon once again shone its light upon this land, the blood had been drained. The renowned war god of the Three Realms was ultimately nothing more than a pawn, a toy, a soulless shell in the hands of the sun and moon gods. When the gods are about to disappear, the future is death…
A mournful wolf howl echoed throughout the valley, like the sorrowful weeping of a mourner.
“Are you cold? You get cold too, huh?”
Suddenly, a silver wolf grabbed Mu Qingyou’s shoulder, staring intently into the woman’s eyes and shaking her violently several times.
“Why! Why do they have to fall in love with this femme fatale! Why, why in the end did Night Wind King choose to give up his life to protect you! What do you have to tell me! Tell me!”
“…”
Helpless, Mu Qingyou let Xue shake her like a rag doll, tears finally streaming down her face, making her beautiful face look so pitiful and moving.
“Speak! Speak!”
Unable to bear seeing her so weak, in her memory, Mu Qingyou was different from the Great Fairy; after reincarnation, she should be stronger. But the way she looked now was exactly like the Fairy Qingyou back then. That kind of delicate, helpless, and charming appearance only made men want to bully her more cruelly! To ravage her!
In an instant, Xue’s eyes blazed with fire.
The pent-up resentment and discontent of thousands of years suddenly erupted, burning with a feverish heat within the icy cave.
"You won't tell me, will you? If you won't tell me, I'll try it myself! Let's see what's so great about you!"
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Having said that, he pulled out a ribbon from somewhere and blindfolded Mu Qingyou, tying it up.
"I'm not your lover, you don't need to look at me during sex. You can imagine whoever you want to have sex with, you slut, just imagine me as that person."
After mocking and humiliating the woman on the verge of a mental breakdown, Silver Wolf curled his lips into a lewd smile. The next instant, completely disregarding Mu Qingyou's feelings, he sat on her like a helpless village woman, pressing her down haphazardly and tearing her clothes apart.
Rip—rip—
In this freezing cave, he didn't care if Mu Qingyou would get sick, recklessly destroying her only clothing. Watching the woman's tightly wrapped body soon become completely naked beneath him, Silver Wolf didn't deny his excitement... a perverse excitement.
He found the sensation incredibly stimulating; raping a woman he hated was stimulating, raping a woman his king was driven mad for was even more stimulating!
He knew she was innocent; whether in the past or present, Mu Qingyou was merely a sacrifice for those in power. But the thought of finally meeting the reincarnation of Night Wind King in this life, only to die at the hands of that vixen because of her, made it hard not to hate her.
Who could imagine a wolf's loneliness... grieving alone in this desolate Three Realms for so many years, without a master or family? Although crowned Wolf King, only he truly understood what that title meant. Back then, Night Wind War God was awe-inspiring, daring to challenge heaven and earth. And he? He was merely a demon used to fill a quota after the war was quelled. All the powerful demons perished in that catastrophe, leaving only this piece of meat... how ironic and glorious.
So he fled.
He relinquished his power in the demon realm, choosing instead to wander the human world, searching alone for the reincarnation of his idol. So many years have passed! So many years have gone by! His hair has grown longer, his cultivation deeper, and the saying "He who possesses the Silver Wolf possesses the world" has spread throughout the human realm.
But what
has become of him? Rulers have all sought to exploit him, trying to seize him based solely on a myth without any evidence, hoping to prove the prophecy of "possessing the world." He fears people more than he is shunned; his unusual silver hair alone has subjected him to countless humiliations.
Constantly wounded, constantly abandoned.
Falling into the hands of an ambitious man, only to be handed over to another after his failure. The cycle repeats itself, dynasties rise and fall, witnessing the passage of time, the sun and moon, the fleeting years—after the sedimentation, only one belief remains: to find the Night Wind King!
Though grown up, her mind still yearns for escape.
Thousands of years ago, when she was still a small wolf cub, not yet in human form, she saw that man's gentleness and compassion. So in this life, she will live only for that man's smile, and fight for that man's glory. She longs for the Night Wind King, longs to sleep peacefully in his arms as she did back then. Surrounded by a deep sense of security, completely oblivious to the dangers and chaos of the outside world.
Not powerful at all, just a wolf needing its master's love and protection.
"Don't...don't do this to me..."
For some reason, Mu Qingyou felt her strength gradually draining away under the silver wolf's intense resentment. Perhaps her memories of past and present lives were too chaotic, making it difficult for her to distinguish between them. She felt as if she had returned to that era, with demons constantly harassing her and tormenting her like playthings.
She wanted to struggle and scream, but she had no strength left...
the prison.
Silver Wolf wanted her too.
Silver Wolf was too repressed, eager to find an outlet to vent his resentment accumulated over thousands of years. And Mu Qingyou was too tragic, unable to escape the fate of being used by demons for their lust after several lifetimes of love.
Fate is like a net, tightly binding those destined to be together, unable to break free. Debt or karma, since it's entangled, one can only face it.
"Kneel down!"
Silver Wolf hurriedly stripped off his clothes, using the blanket beneath Mu Qingyou as a bed, shoving her fair body and forcing her into an animalistic mating position.
In matters of sex, Snow was still a wolf, preferring the most traditional four-legged positions.
One hand caressed the woman's snow-white buttocks, while the other reached between his legs, rubbing his semi-erect penis until it was fully erect. The beast-like object quickly swelled with blood, becoming hard and enormous, soon standing erect and displaying its proud posture.
"Ah!"
The man's rough movements made Mu Qingyou extremely uncomfortable, but she had no way to resist and could only shake her long hair, stick her buttocks out, and lie on the blanket, whimpering.
Her pink vulva was nakedly exposed to the man's view, making his Adam's apple bob greedily. After touching her smooth buttocks enough, Silver Wolf's fingers caressed Mu Qingyou's vulva and began to tease around her vagina.
"Ouch... ouch ouch..."
The moans were intermittent, mixed with Mu Qingyou's sweat. Her face was facing forward, so she couldn't see how Silver Wolf was playing with her. She only felt her labia being pried open by fingers, and then forcefully pulled to the sides, opening her originally closed vaginal opening a little wider.
Her eyes were covered, making her senses even more acute. Even the slightest touch seemed to amplify the sensations several times over, making her immediately uncomfortable.
"Your cunt is still quite tender, I didn't expect it to be so pink after being fucked by men so many times."
Xue tried to stimulate the most normal part of a woman's cunt during intercourse with her finger, and after feeling its unusual tightness, she smiled and moved to stimulate Mu Qingyou's anus.
"No...it's so itchy..."
The sensation of having her anus massaged wasn't exactly numb or itchy, although it shouldn't be, but having already been penetrated by a man, her anus was naturally more sensitive than the average woman's, resulting in a shameful pleasure.
"Itchy is comfortable, looks like you really enjoy being fucked in the ass."
Saying the most vulgar and lewd words, Silver Wolf intensified his actions, deeply inserting his index finger into the woman's anus, lustfully watching her arch her back and use her soft flesh to clamp her
finger tightly. "So horny...both holes are so horny...looks like I won't be satisfied until I fuck both of your holes raw today!" Saying this, Xue added another finger and thrust it forcefully into the woman's anus, using two fingers to fuck Mu Qingyou's back hole.
"Ah...no...ahhh!!"
The pain and the tingling sensation made the woman cry almost instantly. How could he do this? No lubrication, just going straight for her anus!
"Why don't you want it? Your asshole loves it! I'm about to fuck it raw!"
His thumb pressed hard against Mu Qingyou's vulva, rubbing it forcefully against her labia. Silver Wolf's excitement grew as he watched how he played with the reincarnated fairy's anus. A huge wolf whip throbbed excitedly, tears dripping from the small hole at its round end, soon making his penis glistening.
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"Please...don't torture me..."
Mu Qingyou lowered her head, feeling both pain and shame as her tender red vulva was filled with the man's fingers. However, Silver Wolf wasn't the kind of man who would be easily appeased by a cry. Seeing the woman pleasuring him like a lowly prostitute only fueled his pleasure.
"You'd better beg me to hurry up and insert it here, hurry up!"
Continuing to humiliate the fairy substitute in his eyes with his fingers and vulgar words, Xue watched her snow-white buttocks writhe shamelessly before him, her lewd appearance so alluring that he couldn't resist any longer. With
a "pop," he pulled out his fingers, which were almost broken, and sneered several times before pressing down on Mu Qingyou's buttocks and spreading them apart.
At this moment, the vibrant flower was already covered with glistening dewdrops. The woman's vagina opened and closed like a mouth, with a thin stream of clear fluid flowing out.
"Hmm..."
He straightened his penis, the contrast between the man's hardness and the woman's softness creating a stark effect.
"Ah... ah... ah ah..." Xue aimed at the woman's vagina and began to thrust forcefully inside, using his waist strength. The huge, rounded end stretched open the narrow passage, the feeling of fullness almost tearing her apart.
Mu Qingyou shook her head and cried out, but she couldn't resist the man's onslaught.
The man inserted half of his penis, then slowly withdrew it, smeared it with her vaginal fluid, rested briefly, and then thrust in again. This time, he went in even deeper than before. This repeated itself, and after four teasing thrusts, Mu Qingyou's body trembled as she was fully penetrated, shivering and moaning as she knelt and lay prone.
The genitals of the Illusion Wolf Clan were different from those of humans; their size exceeded mortal imagination. If it weren't for the many exceptionally talented men who had helped Mu Qingyou cultivate her body earlier, she would probably have been fucked to death by Xue by now.
"How is it? Isn't the rod big and hard? Does it feel good to you?"
Xue swayed his body slightly, moving slowly and infuriatingly, as if deliberately letting the woman fully experience the friction of his genitals.
"It's too big... I can't take it..."
Never having experienced the feeling of a child's arm penetrating her vagina, Mu Qingyou gritted her teeth and endured this torture, as if she had been penetrated from head to toe, dripping with cold sweat.
"Isn't a big one good enough? Don't sluts love big penises the most?"
Such light, fleeting thrusts were torture for Mu Qingyou, and Silver Wolf was also enduring it.
The reincarnated fairy was already beneath him, his penis tightly inserted into her vagina, possessing her body. The hands gripping Mu Qingyou's buttocks tightened, and soon Xue began kneading the woman's flesh, moving her hips in rhythm with the violent swaying of her waist.
"Ah... umm... no... no..." Her eyes were blindfolded, everything was dark. Images flashed through her mind, one moment the lewd Purple Fox, the next the sinister Qin Demon. Everyone seemed to have no regard for her dignity, wantonly bullying her.
Silver Wolf's penis piston-like thrusts in and out of her vagina, churning out copious amounts of fluid. The fleshy tips of his penis slapped against her vulva, making the tender mound red and swollen.
"No! Ahh!"
Torture and pleasure intertwined.
Every fairy was so greedy, so lewd. Kneeling and crawling as the silver wolf relentlessly pounded her, she swayed her full breasts in humbly submission. Memories, like flowing water, gradually seeped into her mind, causing her to merge with her past life's identity. She remembered many things, many people… and her deep obsession with Ye Feng in both her past and present lives.
"Don't… don't… don't be so gentle,"
Xue said, admiring herself thrusting into Mu Qingyou, quite satisfied, pushing her penis deeper into her vagina. With each thrust, passion spread. The man's muscles bulged, his skin white as jade, covered in sweat from their lovemaking.
His silver hair flowed down his back, dancing with each sway. In this white, icy cave, every ice crystal could act as a mirror, reflecting countless images of their lovemaking.
"Ah… ahh…"
Initially, there was pain and struggle, but once Mu Qingyou fully regained her past life's memories, her naturally alluring body completely yielded to Xue's penetration.
Whether it's a purple fox or a water demon... she now wants to indulge, to sink into, to make people forget their pain and experience ecstatic sex.
"Fuck...fuck..."
"Bang bang bang bang" slamming against Mu Qingyou's buttocks, the silver wolf bared its sharp fangs in extreme excitement. Wolf form and human form flashed alternately, the nails sometimes long and sometimes short, quite eerily.
The dark fleshy rod wrapped in soft flesh rhythmically rotated, the tight little hole almost driving the man crazy with pleasure.
"Good hole...good hole..."
He didn't know how long he had been fucking Mu Qingyou in this position, his dark green eyes began to radiate a faint green light. Unsatisfied, he pulled out the dripping wolf whip, and Xue roughly flipped the woman over, holding her in his arms and "plop" re-inserting into that enchanting honey hole from directly below.
"Ah ah...uh ah..."
The sudden dizziness made Mu Qingyou panic and cling to the man in front of her, her small red mouth instantly sealed by his thirst, and his wolf tongue was inserted, stirring and sucking continuously.
With one hand on Mu Qingyou's waist, Silver Wolf helped her continue stroking his penis, while his other hand roughly kneaded one of her full breasts, tirelessly rubbing the nipple.
"Hmm... now I know why men all like you. I didn't expect you to be so slutty and even more amazing when you're inside." He lewdly pinched the woman's nipple, kissing Mu Qingyou's lips before moving on to lick and kiss her ears and neck.
"You're such a beautiful woman who makes men swoon. In bed, you could make any man lose his mind."
He played with her in this way for a while, using the lotus position, and then a more wicked and lewd idea slowly formed in his mind.
"Hmm... ahh..."
Mu Qingyou was unaware, only instinctively cooperating with Silver Wolf's actions. Her body was penetrated until her flower was wide open, her juices splashing everywhere, her vagina contracting repeatedly, both sore and numb.
"Want to try what it feels like to be played with by several men at the same time, my fairy..."
Pushing away the woman's embrace, Silver Wolf withdrew and began to thrust his penis up and down again. The bewildered Mu Qingyou lay sprawled out on the blanket in a wanton, starfish shape, her hands forming a mudra, forcing the wolf-eyed demon to silently chant a strange incantation.

86 Not a game,
the wolf king demon, also an immortal.
The incantation activated illusions, and soon golden light flashed as four men appeared out of thin air—men that, in Mu Qingyou's eyes, were enough to instantly bring tears to her eyes.
"The Qin Demon... the Water Demon... the Purple Fox..."
"And... the Night Wind... the King..."
The woman, already brimming with tears, could no longer hold back the broken beads, knowing full well that the illusions, the silver wolf's tools for humiliating and torturing her, were still involuntarily heartbroken.
"You... have come."
Laying helplessly on the soft blanket in a lewd pose, Mu Qingyou struggled to reach out and touch the men who had been destroyed thousands of years ago.
"Do you miss these demons who once shared your pleasures?"
Originally, he wanted to watch her suffer, to take advantage of his lust to silently enjoy the way this woman, who craved pleasure, was humiliated by illusions. But when he saw Mu Qingyou, her eyes brimming with tears, reaching out to embrace the cold mannequins... Xuexin was inexplicably stung, tormented by an inappropriate feeling of sympathy that tormented her, causing her unbearable pain.
"Stop pretending! Who are you trying to fool with this act, you bitch?"
she snarled viciously, unwilling to let what was originally a scene of evil suddenly transform into tenderness. But Yinlang didn't coldly pull the woman, who was passionately embracing four men, away. Because he lacked the courage… the courage to face the sorrow and loss of this reincarnated fairy…
What was wrong—
hadn't he vowed to hate her for eternity? Hadn't he sworn to do everything in his power to separate them after finding the Night Wind King, to keep the king away from this scourge?
But why, seeing the tenderness and attachment she showed towards these past demons, did he suddenly feel so lonely, so very lonely?
Actually, besides those people, the only one she truly had a connection with in her past life... was herself... Why was it that this woman felt no attachment or affection for him whatsoever?
"Are you alright... are you alright? I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Unable to say anything else, Mu Qingyou felt almost identical to the former Fairy Qingyou. Gentle, weak, powerless, only able to watch helplessly as these men fought against the Heavenly Realm, ultimately dying tragically.
Memories were like a fire, scorching her flesh and bones. Originally, she resented these demons who constantly raped her, but when she thought of the Heavenly Realm's actions, and the Night King's open use of her as bait to incite another war between immortals and demons, she immediately forgave them. Because these demons, like herself, were merely lowly pawns in someone else's hands.
Without the Silver Wolf Illusion Technique continuing to be activated, the demons only passively accepted Mu Qingyou's comforting words, without uttering a single reply. But Mu Qingyou seemed to see familiar old friends, pointing out their past and present identities one by one.
“Night King Xiao Bao, Water Demon Ying, Nong Lele… Purple Fox, Xuan Zi Wangye, right?”
No one answered. Only Mu Qingyou herself laughed and cried, enjoying this game of recognizing people.
“You are all here, you are all well… You are still here after thousands of years, thank you for coming to find me.” As soon as she finished speaking, before she could explore further, a golden light appeared before her eyes again. The past lives of those people transformed
by the silver wolf vanished without a trace in an instant, as if they had never existed—?? “Don’t go! Don’t go! Don’t leave me!!” Not expecting to find nothing, Mu Qingyou crawled on the ground in humiliation, crying and completely panicked. Trembling, she touched the remaining traces of those people but found nothing.
“Come back! Come back… I still have so much to say to you…”
Unwilling to endure this loss, after running around like a headless fly for a long time, the woman finally thought to turn back and beg the person who summoned those illusions.
"Snow! Snow! Please, don't take them away!"
"Are you crazy! They're all fake, I conjured them up to play with you, don't you understand!"
Unable to bear the woman clinging to him pitifully, begging for mercy, he was truly despicable. He was the victim, after all. He had done all this to get revenge on her, so why was he now suffering this mental torment?
"Look closely, they're all dead, gone. Only I truly exist!"
A pang of bitterness welled up inside him, and Silver Wolf, unwilling to accept defeat, tightly embraced the woman's naked body, using their physical intimacy to remind her of his existence.
"Gone...gone..."
Tears still clung warmly to her beautiful face. Mu Qingyou's hair was disheveled, her eyes and nose red, making her look incredibly pitiful.
The illusion shattered, leaving behind a cruel reality.
The nightmare of that catastrophe thousands of years ago might never end.
"Ah, they're all dead. But thankfully, not all of them perished; they've been reincarnated. Those guys are still alive, waiting for us to rescue them."
Silver Wolf sighed softly, gently wiping away the woman's unnecessary tears.
87 Let me help.
Only at this moment did Mu Qingyou abruptly awaken from her dream.
Yes, grief was useless; no matter how much she regretted and lingered over the past, she couldn't turn back. It was better to quickly devise a way to rescue those men from this crisis before things got worse.
"Are you alright?"
Seeing Mu Qingyou slowly stop crying and fall into deep thought, Silver Wolf finally let out a soft breath, his gentle eyes reaching out to casually wrap a thin garment around her.
"Hmm... thank you..."
Mu Qingyou naturally pulled the garment over herself, smiling gratefully. The next second, however, she suddenly felt something was amiss. Looking down in a daze, she realized she and Silver Wolf were naked and embracing, his groin still erect and not yet fully satisfied. She jumped up with a start. Without a word, she kicked Xue Junmei's face, slamming it against the ice wall.
Crash! Shards of ice splattered everywhere.
"Cough...cough...you crazy woman, what are you doing?!"
Completely trapped like a turtle in its shell, Silver Wolf thrashed about for a while before finally sliding down the ice wall, clutching his bleeding nose.
"You have the nerve to ask what you did to me while I was out of my mind, you lewd wolf!" She was initially about to cry, but seeing Silver Wolf's pathetic state, Mu Qingyou decided she couldn't bring herself to cry. Instead, she adopted a stern expression and continued kicking the lewd wolf.
Chaos, utter chaos—
massaging her temples with a headache, Mu Qingyou realized that continuing like this was pointless after beating Silver Wolf. She sat down on the soft blanket, panting heavily, wrapped her clothes tighter, and looked distressed. This
was terrible. Why had she ruined such a good situation
? She had risked everything to help Huangfu Xuanzi find the Silver Wolf, all for the sake of the world, to prevent the Xiao Kingdom and the Qilin Kingdom from going to war. But after finding it, she discovered that this little wolf cub had so many complicated connections with her group.
Now, having sorted out her past and present lives, it seemed that only Prime Minister Zhu remained as her enemy. But this Silver Wolf was deliberately making things difficult for her, not only bringing her to this godforsaken place at a critical moment, but also raping her while she was confused and weak.
Although she wasn't exactly a chaste woman, after remembering her past life, these humiliations were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The key was that this Silver Wolf's identity was extremely special. If she took him back and others found out about their relationship, those extremely jealous men would probably have another fit of rage.
"Stupid woman, what are you thinking..."
Silver Wolf, his face bruised and swollen, felt a little wronged. It was clear Mu Qingyou didn't want to talk to him anymore, treating him like a toad. "I'm the Beast God! We had a connection in our past lives, so it's not strange that we're entangled in this one.
Why are you giving me that sour look?" "Thinking about where we are now, how to get out..."
No time for further banter, once she came to her senses, Mu Qingyou's thoughts were entirely focused on worrying about Mo Yefeng and his group. She wondered where they were now, and if they were alright. Had Huangfu Ying's coup crisis been resolved?
"You only just realized you're asking... I already scouted it out. This is an underground ice cellar; we can't get out."
Hearing this, Silver Wolf shrugged and spread his hands in a helpless gesture. Looking down at his still-erect member, the lecherous wolf curled his lip, lay back down, and then used his right hand to gently stroke his desire.
"What? You brought me here, but you don't know how to get out?"
Hearing this, Mu Qingyou, who had still held onto a sliver of hope, became completely panicked. They couldn't get out! If they couldn't get out, they couldn't find Huangfu Ying and Mo Yefeng. What if those two were in danger?!
"Did I say I brought you here? Uh... oh... um... we were kidnapped here... uh... okay..."
Busy masturbating, Silver Wolf was lost in an indescribable pleasure, unable to extricate himself. Hearing the other's furious question, he casually answered with a couple of moans.
"...! What time is it? You still have the leisure to do such a lewd thing!"
Turning her head and seeing Silver Wolf's lewd appearance, Mu Qingyou almost died of anger. She immediately rushed over, squatted down, grabbed the man's shoulders, and shook him with exasperation.
"...What do you know..."
His hands were covered in the sticky fluid he'd taken from Mu Qingyou during their lovemaking. Silver Wolf's face was flushed, and his speech was slurred, yet he continued to tirelessly massage his monstrous penis with his large hands.
"That damned vixen, to prevent us from doing anything wrong, conspired with Prime Minister Zhu to capture us and lock us up here. Oh... umm... I have magic power, but it's all illusions. It's difficult to conjure up flying or escaping from nowhere, so I can only use spiritual liquid to enhance my magic power..." "Spiritual liquid? What spiritual liquid?"
Looking down at Xue's lust-drenched handsome face, Mu Qingyou swallowed hard, his body heating up again.
"It's the bodily fluids from your body, you reincarnated fairy... you idiot..."
"Ah..."
"Your juices... saliva, anything will do. You really think I'm just blinded by lust, endlessly seeking to have sex with you? If I can't gain more spiritual power by exchanging bodily fluids with you, I won't be able to know what's happening outside. And I won't be able to help Night Wind King and those young lovers through this calamity..."
"I don't care about others, they're dead if they die. But Night Wind King Silver Wolf is someone I swear to serve to the death. Even if it costs me my life, I absolutely cannot let anything happen to him."
Greedily stroking the small hole on his penis, Silver Wolf said this while constantly using his fingers to separate the sensitive spot, then guiding the woman's fluids inside to combine with himself.
So what if it's lewd? Night Wind King is still waiting for me to save him... to reverse their tragic fate. If I can't quickly obtain more magical power to conjure the Mirror of Divine Illusion... I'm afraid that in this life, they will sadly miss each other again.
"I see..."
After hearing these words, Mu Qingyou fell silent again.
"Although...cough...I don't really like you, but being lewd still has some use..."
Looking at the woman's worried face, Silver Wolf's handsome face, while feeling relieved, revealed a hint of humble desolation.
"Even if we're both little immortals, useless...we still have to believe in the King until the very last moment, don't give up so easily..."
Silver Wolf said this in a low voice, not with much emphasis, but it had a profound impact on Mu Qingyou's heart. Has the situation reached the point of a do-or-die battle? -- We
can't give up until the very last moment, even though being useless can still save the other party... Countless words swirled in her mind, driving her crazy.
"Let me help you...if my body really still has that much use."
The voice in her mind kept urging her to act, those sorrowful words like the sound of wooden stakes striking her ears. Suddenly, she reached out and gripped the Snow Desire Rod tightly. Although she was doing lewd things, this time the woman felt exceptionally open and sorrowful.

88 Striving to Combine
"Like this...is it right?"
Leaning over Silver Wolf's crotch, Mu Qingyou used her hands to manipulate his penis, her face showing an extremely serious expression.
"..."
He hadn't expected this woman to actually listen to him and even go to such lengths. Silver Wolf's flushed face revealed desire, but also a hint of emotion.
She was also trying to save Lord Night King...
If that was the case, considering her true love for Lord Night King, perhaps he wouldn't be so forceful in separating them after it was done...
"No... I need bodily fluids, I forgot."
Reaching out to hold the woman's head, Silver Wolf blushed and gently reminded her.
"Right... Look at my memory..."
He laughed awkwardly, then Mu Qingyou immediately understood, using her fingers to tuck any stray strands of hair behind her head. She opened her petal-like lips and took the snow-white head of his penis into her mouth to suck.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Perhaps to produce more saliva, Silver Wolf felt the woman constantly swirling her soft little tongue around the glans, pushing the clear fluid back and forth.
Her tongue touched his clitoris, even trying to push it in. The man, unable to withstand the intense stimulation, felt as if her tongue was forcing his urethra open. He involuntarily thrust his lower body forward, penetrating deep into Mu Qingyou's throat.
"So itchy… Great Fairy… So itchy…"
The thrust pressed against Mu Qingyou's throat, and after a moment of adjustment, she spat out the massive penis. Then, using the saliva still clinging to it, she began licking the entire shaft from top to bottom with her tongue.
"Ah… So comfortable…"
She squinted, enjoying the moment's pleasure. At the same time, Silver Wolf didn't forget to silently chant incantations to help the spiritual energy from the fluids enter his body and combine with his spiritual power.
"How about this… How about this…"
She sucked on the already deep red glans repeatedly. Seeing Silver Wolf's "painful" expression, Mu Qingyou didn't think much of it, instead licking and sucking the penis even more vigorously, even taking the two round balls at the back of the shaft into her mouth and sucking them thoroughly.
The enormous penis inserted into her mouth contrasted sharply with her fair skin. She seemed to be immersed in this possessive ambiguity, tirelessly licking his genitals.
"Fairy... Great Fairy... Ahh..."
He couldn't distinguish between the woman's past and present lives, because to Xue, she was the same in every way—equally alluring, equally stunning, equally pure yet wanton, equally capable of captivating men's souls in bed.
The only difference was that Fairy Qingyou was rather weak, only able to watch helplessly as those hypocrites in the Heavenly Realm took away everything that could have brought her different happiness. But this girl, Mu Qingyou, was rebellious and clever, a rare combination of courage and resilience for a woman.
"Come here... Fairy..."
Gradually, simply having him perform oral sex was no longer enough to satisfy Xue. His spiritual power kept increasing, but it was always just a little short, making him increasingly anxious.
"Let me kiss you..."
With a strong, long arm, Silver Wolf pulled Mu Qingyou's slender body into his embrace. He easily untied the single garment he had just draped over her.
Her snow-white breasts were exposed, and the two tender pink nipples immediately became engorged and erect upon contact with the cold air. Right before her eyes, they swelled into two beautiful little round balls.
"After we rescue the King… will you take me too… um…"
she asked hesitantly, voicing the words that had been lingering in her heart. Without waiting for her reply, the man quickly opened his thin lips and greedily sucked one of the small pearls into his mouth.
"This…"
Not expecting Silver Wolf to make such a request at this crucial moment, Mu Qingyou's mind went blank. Before she could think of how to answer, she was already being held tightly in his arms, kissed and licked on her breasts like a lover. His large hands lingered on her buttocks, kneading them wantonly. For a moment, it didn't seem like they were forced to intercourse to accumulate spiritual energy, but rather like he genuinely wanted to express his love to her in this way.
"Don't refuse!"
Seeing the woman frown and hesitate, Silver Wolf's arrogant nature immediately took hold. His hands traced along her buttocks to the most alluring part of Mu Qingyou's body. With a quick spread of two fingers, he parted her wet labia, revealing a glistening, clear fluid.
"Look, you little slut! So much fluid! Would you be like this if you didn't feel anything for me?"
He smugly inserted his middle finger, stirring it playfully in the slippery passage. Xue De looked quite pleased, his wolfish tongue licking Mu Qingyou's body with relish, finally slipping into her lips and entwining with her tongue to prevent her from saying she didn't want to listen.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Was this...a confession?!
Hearing these words, Mu Qingyou was both amused and exasperated. Helplessly, her lips were sealed, and the man's tongue, with its sharp edges, scraped and licked the inside of her mouth, igniting a burning desire within her. Otherwise, she really wanted to make it clear that her intense reaction wasn't because she liked him. It was the aphrodisiac she had been given and her unwavering determination to save Mo Yefeng and the others that were at play.
Unfortunately, this grown-up yet incredibly childish little wolf cub took it all seriously, his long middle finger poking and probing inside her, drawing out countless slippery fluids. He seemed to have completely forgotten that just an hour ago he had been screaming and raping her, viciously demanding she pay a terrible price for the death of King Yefeng in his previous life.
Perhaps revenge was a lie; for thousands of years, wandering alone between the two realms, this silver wolf was simply too lonely, desperately giving himself a sharp reason to continue living—
89 Essence Fusion
"Lift me up…let me in…"
The entanglement of their bodies intensified the silver wolf's lust. Their lower bodies rubbed against each other, his enormous penis pressing against Mu Qingyou's lower abdomen for a long time without penetrating.
Unable to endure the pleasure derived solely from squeezing, Silver Wolf withdrew his middle finger, feeling that the woman's passage had accumulated enough fluid. He then parted Mu Qingyou's legs, lifted her buttocks, and thrust his burning hot penis straight in.
"So much water...so good..."
The union of their genitals produced lewd sounds, and her previously closed, pink slit suddenly parted, welcoming the enormous penis.
"Ah..."
Mu Qingyou did not resist; her lower body instantly became numb and sore. The Wolf King's penis was large, causing her vaginal walls to ache, but
this was followed by even more pleasure.
"Let more honey flow out...Great fairy...you can do it..."
His firm buttocks pressed against the woman's lower body, beginning to rise and fall sensually. The enormous head of his penis entered the woman's clitoris, twisting left and right, specifically ravaging the most sensitive spot, causing Mu Qingyou to tremble wildly, moaning incessantly.
"Xue...Xue..."
"Look...your little hole is opening up, waiting for me to go in and poke around...our bodies are so compatible, aren't they, um..." Looking down, he saw his penis thrusting inside Mu Qingyou's little hole, wave after wave of lustful fluid being drawn out, and then, somewhat reluctantly, he hurriedly inserted it again, scraping it in.
"Plop...plop..."
The warm flesh walls enveloped his penis, giving him unparalleled stimulation and pleasure. So he thrust even harder, constantly arching his hips and using his penis to thrust into that sweet, enchanting hole, sometimes three long and two short, sometimes nine shallow and one deep. This rubbed both of their genitals until they became increasingly red and swollen.
"Wait a minute...Xue...umm...you're going in too deep!"
The man thrust forcefully into her deepest depths, completely forcing open her delicate flower core and inserting half of his dragon head. Mu
Qingyou could see the shape of his genitals on her lower abdomen, even clearly seeing how it moved inside her.
A tingling, numb, and painful sensation, along with an indescribable pleasure, washed over her.
She fearfully pressed her hand against the protrusion, trying to push the unsuspecting wolf cub away. But the silver wolf grabbed her hands, flipped her over, and forced her fingers to intertwine with his on either side of her head.
"You've worked hard… but you have the most spiritual energy inside… don't blame me…"
He lowered his head to kiss the woman's lips, his snow-white hair cascading down, covering the two as they copulated, like a magnificent silver carpet in the icy cave.
Both their skin was as white as snow, their lower bodies pressed together, their genitals intertwined. The man's strong, handsome physique contrasted sharply with the woman's delicate beauty, as they lay on the ice, rapidly vibrating, appearing from a distance like two alluring and beautiful little beasts.
"Slap... slap..."
The sound of flesh slapping grew louder and louder as Silver Wolf relentlessly thrust into Mu Qingyou, pumping her forcefully. Beads of sweat dripped from their faces, quickly freezing on the ice.
Despite being naked, Mu Qingyou and Silver Wolf felt not cold, but rather intensely hot. The vigorous movement almost made their skin steam, their deep red penis constantly thrusting in and out of her honeyed orifice...
"Ah... ahh... ah..."
Her legs were spread until they were numb, her labia minora sticky and weary, fatigue pushing against the sides of her opening. At this moment, Silver Wolf's eyes began to glow with a chilling green light, his sharp fangs flashing again, accompanied by wolf howls. The sight made the woman's heart pound with fear, almost unable to distinguish whether she was having intercourse with a human or a beast.
"Awoo... awoo..."
As she reached the peak of desire, Xue could no longer speak human language. Her dark red, almost black penis, grotesque and menacing, thrust in and out of Mu Qingyou's vagina at an invisible speed.
"No...I'm going to die...ah!"
Mu Qingyou was terrified by this miraculous phenomenon. The man on top of her suddenly lost his sense of reality, appearing as a phantom, sometimes human and sometimes wolf. But under this forceful attack, perhaps fear was at play, and the woman suddenly felt a tingling sensation in her lower body, almost instantly reaching orgasm and gushing out a large amount of vaginal fluid.
"Awoo..."
As the spiritual energy overflowed, Xue's whole body began to tremble violently. Not only that, the entire ice cellar also shook like an earthquake due to the flow of immortal energy from her body.
"Awoo...Awoo..."
Raising her beautiful head in great pain, Xue tightly gripped the woman in her arms, howling and gushing out snow-white semen amidst the tremors.
90 Mirror of Divine Illusion
"Ha...Heh..."
After the silver wolf ejaculated, Mu Qingyou collapsed to the ground, her legs slowly dangling, almost completely exhausted. Looking at the man, Xue, as the one who had been exercising, was obviously much more tired than him.
But without much rest, once his breathing had calmed down a bit, the silver wolf quickly crossed his legs and leaned against the ice wall, solemnly beginning to meditate. His fingers were clasped together at his chest, and his thin lips uttered a bewitching incantation, making him appear like a wise and venerable immortal.
The ice cellar had returned to normal and was no longer shaking. A gust of cold wind stirred the man's silver hair. Although Silver Wolf was still naked, in Mu Qingyou's eyes, he was no longer the arrogant young man, but an immortal legend, one in a thousand years.
"Open—"
With a sudden movement, he unleashed a strange power, his emerald eyes opening wide as he projected this divine power onto the smooth ice wall opposite him. Mu Qingyou stared in astonishment at this scene; she would never have believed such a mythical sight if she hadn't witnessed it herself.
"What's wrong… what is this?"
The ice wall, struck by the visible strange power, slowly melted, forming a water mirror as tall as a person. The mirror reflected the scene: three layers of armored soldiers had surrounded Huangfu Ying's palace. The leading general rode a tall horse, his battle flag bearing the character "祝" (Zhu, meaning blessing/congratulations), clearly indicating hostility and a menacing aura.
"Huff...huff..."
Gasping for breath, Xue clutched her chest, sweat pouring down her face, her complexion pale. She seemed to have lost too much blood, unable to even utter a few words for a short time.
"This mirror that can reflect the outside world through space...huff...huff...it's the result of our combined spiritual power..." After catching his breath, the man stretched out his long legs, wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and continued,
"We've been here for a day and a night. It seems Zhu Chengfeng has already begun his coup—"
"What do we do! What can we do?"
Upon hearing this, Mu Qingyou immediately panicked. She hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing, threw it on, and rushed anxiously to the magical mirror.
This mirror was magical; it allowed them to know what was happening outside. But what use was knowing? Mu Qingyou wasn't the kind of wife who stayed at home, waiting for her husband to return victorious from the battlefield. She hoped she could help, to personally accompany them to face the moment of success or failure!
"Don't worry, we'll see..."
Xue picked up a coat and draped it over herself, then stood up shakily from the ice. Barefoot but unfazed by the cold, she walked behind Mu Qingyou and put her arm around her shoulder.
"Xue, tell me the truth... will Brother Ying and the others be alright?"
The usually sensitive woman had no time to watch the drama unfold; she turned and grabbed Yinlang's hands urgently.
"I don't know... but I'll try my best."
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Yinlang wanted to comfort her, but could only shake his head sadly.
Offering words of comfort now was pointless; giving someone uncertain hope would only lead to greater disappointment if they failed.
"You don't know! Why don't you know! Aren't you a god? 'He who possesses Yinlang possesses the world,' what?"
Unwilling to believe that her last hope had been extinguished, Mu Qingyou angrily questioned Yinlang. Faced with her hasty and unreasonable accusations, Xue didn't argue back, but instead gave a bitter smile and said softly.
"I told you, although I was crowned the Wolf King, it's just a formality. My abilities are limited; the Divine Mirror is one thing, but I need help with that. The rest I can only foresee disasters. Rain and drought may not mean much to a single household, but for a nation, knowing these things allows for disaster preparedness. From then on, the weather will be favorable, the country peaceful, and the people prosperous. This is what they call truly 'gaining the world,' or rather, 'preserving the world'..."
"So..."
The woman's heart began to chill.
"So, those greedy people who want to seize my throne have miscalculated."
His eyes, filled with disdain, stared at the character "祝" (zhu, meaning blessing/good fortune) reflected in the mirror.
"As a king, having help is like adding wings to a tiger. But even if an ordinary person is imprisoned, they're just another mouth to feed."
"Then what do we do now? What can you foresee?"
After understanding what the Silver Wolf said, Mu Qingyou felt a pang of sadness, yet she remained undeterred. Because the other party had just gone to great lengths to get her help to conjure such a mirror, he couldn't have been just watching from the sidelines. And her current calm demeanor, as if possessing this mirror granted her control over certain matters, ultimately revealed her anticipation.
"Prediction is out of the question, synchronization is sufficient. Most importantly—"
Reaching out to gently touch Huangfu Ying's reflection in the mirror, Silver Wolf wore a profound smile.
"With this mirror, one can control the timing and change things."
90. The Coup at
the Qilin Kingdom's Palace—
Gazing at the rebel soldiers who had surrounded him, Huangfu Ying stood alone before the council hall, hands clasped behind his back. His cold, stern face remained calm, showing neither anger nor fear, as if he had foreseen all of this. His lifelong attendant stood silently to his left, a sharp sword gripping his body, his expression resolute as he shielded him.
"Why don't you leave?"
Ignoring the enemy soldiers who could rush at any moment and threaten his life, Huangfu Ying frowned and turned his gaze to his loyal attendant.
Xiao Si looked on sadly, his eyes reddening, his voice choked with sobs.
"Your Majesty, how could this servant abandon you..."
"Why are you crying? Such weakness."
Seeing such loyalty, Huangfu Ying sighed. His usually cold gaze softened for the sake of anyone other than Mu Qingyou.
"How many men have we lost?"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, most of the palace guards are dead, and a small number of the rest have defected to the enemy."
"Is that so..."
Upon hearing this news, Huangfu Ying's mind flashed with images of the loyal soldiers dying and being wounded, and even his strong heart couldn't help but clench with pain.
"Where is Lord Lu?"
"Lord Lu... no news..."
Xiao Si couldn't help but feel regretful when he mentioned that official. Originally, Huangfu Ying had issued a secret decree, ordering him to rush to find General Beitang to come to the rescue overnight. But unexpectedly, the other party never returned, and even the originally agreed-upon carrier pigeon message was not sent. He didn't know if he had temporarily sought refuge with Zhu Chengfeng, or if he was unfortunately in grave danger...
"Heh, if Heaven wants to destroy me, how can Huangfu Ying defy Heaven?"
Ignoring the superfluous expression on Xiao Si's face, Huangfu Ying only looked thoughtfully into the distance.
He wanted to ride the wind back, but feared that the jade palaces and towers were too cold at such heights—
looking at the magnificent palaces and the priceless dragon robe he wore, the man suddenly felt ridiculous. It's laughable that I've clung to such a flawed belief for so many years, leading to this calamity.
As a child, I always thought that an emperor must never lose out to others in terms of grandeur. What others might consider extravagance, I believed
, was a symbol of a ruler's majesty. Only with favorable weather and a prosperous nation could there be surplus funds for grand construction projects to support such splendor. Only with the satisfaction and support of the common people could they have the labor to provide for their hard work… Now, looking back, how naive I was.
Naive enough to impose my wishful thinking on the uninformed masses; otherwise, I wouldn't have so easily given Zhu Chengfeng an opportunity.
"Huangfu Ying, won't you abdicate?"
Atop a magnificent steed, Zhu Chengfeng stood imposingly in his command position. His weathered face held a hint of smugness, an air of unwavering determination.
"Abdicate? By what right?" Huangfu Ying smiled, completely disregarding his enemy's imposing presence.
"Because of your extravagance, debauchery, and lack of political ambition, constantly bewitched by bewitching women. As a senior minister, Zhu Chengfeng, to repay the late emperor's favor, has led an army of three million to punish you today!"
The other party spoke eloquently, his eyes flashing with fierce light.
"Punishment? A memorial would suffice. Why force abdication? And why pretend to be a senior minister to persuade me? You're just a wolf in sheep's clothing, coveting the throne. Speak plainly, no need for such beating around the bush."
Casting a contemptuous glance, Huangfu Ying proudly puffed out his chest.
"...Enough with the nonsense! Huangfu Ying, will you abdicate or not!"
Enraged, Zhu Chengfeng glared at the stubborn man, his patience running out.
"Abdicate! May I ask, what right do you have to force me to abdicate, and what right do you have to sit in this position?"
"Hmph, I have no right, but your brother does. After abdication, this old minister will naturally promote Prince Xuanzi to the throne." At this point, the old man's expression became smug again. He gave a wink to the soldier beside him, who understood and turned to go into the tent. A moment later, he brought out a pale-faced Huangfu Xuanzi.
"Hey... Your Majesty..."
Looking around and seeing such a large-scale battle in the usually peaceful palace, Huangfu Xuanzi shrank back in fear, waving weakly at Huangfu Ying in front of the hall.
"..."
Huangfu Ying glanced down at his timid appearance, pursed his thin lips, and said nothing more.
"Things have come to this point, further stalemate is meaningless. Huangfu Ying, if you surrender now, you can at least keep your body intact. If you persist, I will have to shoot arrows."
With a wave of his hand, Zhu Chengfeng ordered a troop of archers to be deployed, drawing the final line.
"No. Impossible."
Huangfu Ying's deep eyes stared directly at Zhu Chengfeng's greedy face, his reply icy and chilling.
"Fine, since you want to be pierced by a thousand arrows, then I'll grant your wish."
"Release the arrows—"
91 In the instant the arrows rained down to save the king
, Huangfu Ying didn't dodge, but calmly watched this spectacular scene. Xiao Si, who had been on high alert beside him, nervously closed his eyes, thinking that he was about to meet the King of Qilin with him—and die a gruesome death pierced by a thousand arrows.
Unexpectedly, he only heard a "whoosh" of wind. Then, his body was swept up by a powerful force, flying with unimaginable speed to a hidden corner untouched by the arrow rain…
"Ah!"
The moment he landed, Xiao Si stumbled forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground in a sorry state. Huangfu Ying, who had suffered the same fate, was clearly much luckier, now leaning steadily against another handsome man.
"King Xiao!"
Upon recognizing the two men who had come to his rescue, Xiao Si was genuinely startled, his eyes widening in disbelief at the seemingly harmonious scene of brotherly affection before him.
"Release me..."
Looking down at the long red silk ribbon wrapped around his body, Huangfu Ying, despite being bound like a silkworm nestled in his "nemesis's" arms, still maintained his regal bearing.
"Hmph—"
Mo Yefeng, however, clearly ignored him, his dark eyes narrowed in disdain as he sized up the man, who was about his height. His gaze and expression clearly conveyed the thought, "Stop pretending, I'll be the one to save you in a pinch."
"I didn't ask you to save me. Besides, what kind of rubbish is this? How dare a dignified man bring this out?"
Huangfu Ying coughed lightly, his cheeks slightly flushed, but he wasn't about to be outdone. Seeing that he truly owed Mo Yefeng a debt of gratitude for saving his life, he cleverly changed the subject.
By the way, no one will help unless you ask. It's just that the "invitation" written and stamped by Lord Lu was supposedly due to dizziness, so he pretended not to know anything…
"Greetings, King Qilin. Don't underestimate this red ribbon. This was You'er's favorite accessory when she danced at my Longcui Pavilion."
Seeing that Mo Yefeng was about to explode after hearing the mockery, he wanted to snatch the red ribbon, spin Huangfu Ying around a few times, and then make him fall flat on his face. Shen Le slammed her bronze-bone fan shut, quickly and politely stepped forward to give a bow, subtly untying Huangfu Ying's body.
"General Gui is quite sensible, unlike some people who have no manners."
As soon as he was free, Huangfu Ying jumped out of Mo Yefeng's arms, even dusting himself off with a touch of fastidiousness.
"Eh…"
Hearing the other party pinpoint his long-hidden identity, Kagura's smile froze for a moment.
"Don't worry, the spies I've sent into Xiao Kingdom are no fewer than those you've sent into Qilin Kingdom."
A single, casual remark dispelled Kagura's doubts, simultaneously inspiring admiration for this extravagant yet intelligent king.
"Hey, Your Majesties. Now is not the time to argue. Shouldn't we work together to repel the enemy?"
Originally, it wasn't Xiao Si's place to say anything, but seeing Zhu Chengfeng even fire arrows, and the throne seemingly in danger, he disregarded all formalities and jumped up, standing between Mo Yefeng and Huangfu Ying, blocking their invisible killing intent.
"Speak, what are your conditions?"
Looking up at Zhu Chengfeng, who was furious at the turn of events and was about to launch another attack, Huangfu Ying gradually dropped his joking tone and began to seriously discuss his demands for help with Mo Yefeng.
Mo Yefeng wouldn't help for no reason, and he certainly wouldn't accept Mo Yefeng's help for no reason. Men value their pride, and the pride of a king is more precious than his life.
"Gold, silver, antiques, jade, beauties, cities... whatever you want, I can satisfy you." He secretly thought to himself, "
I'd prefer beauties ." This way, he would have an excuse to accuse this man of being vulgar and shameless, unfaithful to his wife, in front of Qingyou, and then kick this little brat, whom he found utterly repulsive, out of Qingyou's gates forever... "Heh, since you're so sensible, then I won't be polite." Casually brushing aside the strands of hair hanging over his shoulder, Mo Yefeng grinned, revealing an extremely wicked smile— "I want...you..." Upon hearing this, Huangfu Ying and Xiao Si froze, and even Shen Le's mouth gaped open in disbelief. 92 Repelling the Enemy "Wh...what?" Although it was embarrassing, anyone would stutter in such a situation, especially their clearly defined sexual orientation, Lord Huangfu Ying. For a moment, Xiao Si's mind raced with wild thoughts, and even Kagura's face revealed a strange smile. "I want you to help my mother ascend the throne, help me ascend the throne. I am not General Shi's son; you know as well as I do who my father is." Rolling his eyes in disdain at the group's wild speculations, Mo Yefeng lost his smile upon mentioning his mother, who had suffered so much injustice over the years, leaving only sorrow and hurt. So many years had passed, and finally, such an opportunity had arrived, without even having to fight against his own "bloodline." This deal was incredibly worthwhile. "Just this one request." They had initially thought the other party might want to sit on the throne or forcefully display their desire to monopolize Mu Qingyou. Now it seemed that such thinking had greatly underestimated Mo Yefeng's character. Although I always thought this little brat had never had any integrity... but he did uphold filial piety above all else— "Hmm, just this one." His cold gaze swept over the distant Zhu family army, and at this moment, Mo Yefeng felt a surge of camaraderie with Huangfu Ying. If the other party agreed to his request, then he would be one of the Huangfu brothers. Even if it came to dividing the empire, it would be a matter between the three of us brothers; it wasn't for outsiders with treacherous ambitions to take a share. You'er, oh You'er— I never imagined you could change me to this extent. Otherwise, with my former temperament, I would have already stabbed Huangfu Ying to death with a sword, then launched a massacre to repel the enemy army, and finally even dealt with Huangfu Xuanzi, taking the throne that rightfully belonged to me alone. But now that I have you, the throne is nothing but fleeting clouds. (Mo Yefeng, is this Xiaoyueyue?) "Alright, brother. I agree." Reaching out to shake Mo Yefeng's shoulder, Huangfu Ying's "brother" clearly stated his stance. Instantly, smiles spread across everyone's faces. In the midst of hardship, everything seemed so perfect. Except for Zhu Chengfeng, who witnessed this joyous scene. "That's good." Without resisting the other's touch, Mo Yefeng had fulfilled his lifelong wish, without any particular excitement. He only felt a sense of melancholy; he had paid a price and learned enough lessons for this day. "However, little brat... cough cough... Yefeng, are you sure the four of us can hold off those armies outside?" Huangfu Ying almost blurted out that he had been addressed impolitely again, awkwardly covering up his mistake before speaking seriously. "Who said there are only four of us?" Raising an eyebrow, Mo Yefeng smiled mysteriously. Then, calmly raising his head, he let out a clear whistle containing internal force towards the sky. "Ouch! My ears are deaf!" Shen Le preemptively used her internal energy to protect Huangfu Ying's heart meridian, preventing this person who didn't know martial arts from being affected. Poor Xiao Si covered his head, rolling on the ground from the shock of the internal force. "Kill!" In an instant, the battle cries shook the heavens and the earth, making one think they had suddenly encountered some kind of demon. Countless mighty soldiers appeared out of nowhere, like a tidal wave, surging down the palace walls and surrounding Zhu Chengfeng's army from all sides, catching them completely off guard. They were brave and skilled in battle, unstoppable, each one capable of taking on ten, and their leader was none other than Mu Jue. "What... what's going on!" Zhu Chengfeng was furious that the enemy could bring in so many troops without anyone noticing by simply knocking down the palace walls. Staring at the "Xiao" character on the enemy's banner, he gritted his teeth in hatred. "See? More than four thousand." Kagura smiled confidently, waving his bronze-bone fan. Although Zhu Chengfeng held the Black Flag Token and could mobilize three million troops from outside the pass, Zhongzhou was a prosperous place with not enough open space to set up camp, and most of his troops were still blocked outside the city. " The saying goes, 'To catch a thief, first catch his king.' Once Zhu Chengfeng is dealt with, the soldiers stationed outside the city will naturally surrender without a fight. " "Hmm, not bad. But the money for rebuilding the palace walls will have to be reimbursed to me. Also, the flags are a little too flashy ." Although he was secretly delighted, Huangfu Ying, to save face, still picked two minor nitpicks to show he wasn't completely satisfied. "Hmph, getting a good deal and still acting innocent." Mo Yefeng snorted in dissatisfaction, but his face was beaming with smiles. On the other side, seeing his previously overwhelmingly superior army instantly annihilated, Zhu Chengfeng, realizing his life was in danger, quickly drew his sword and seized his only bargaining chip, Huangfu Xuanzi, to control. "Don't do anything rash! Otherwise, I can't guarantee Prince Xuanzi will survive." "Oh, really? You're still up to no good. Even now, you still want to stir up trouble." To Zhu Chengfeng's surprise, seeing his younger brother being held hostage by the enemy, Huangfu Ying, Mo Yefeng, and Shen Le all looked relaxed and carefree, without the slightest worry or anxiety. Could it be that his wishful thinking was wrong, and this Prince Xuanzi wasn't as important as he thought...? "Kill him if you want, let's see how we can kill him." Huangfu Ying pulled out a chair from somewhere and was about to sit down, even assuming a noble posture. But the next second, Mo Yefeng shoved him away and sat down himself, glaring at him mischievously. "You dare push me!" "So what if I push you~" He made a face.

"Get down here!"
With a long leg, he kicked Mo Yefeng and his chair over. The two grown men, now kings, then started wrestling like children.
"Kick him down there! You're jealous, aren't you?!"
"Pah! Who's jealous of you, you lecherous fiend? Be careful you don't catch venereal disease!"
"Hey..."
Huangfu Xuanzi looked helplessly at the two childish men, finally adopting a "family misfortune" pose and sighing deeply.
"Is there really no one to care about me..."
heartbroken.
"Then you'll have to do it yourself."
He said this softly, with a hint of resentment. Before Zhu Chengfeng could react to what the hostage in his arms was muttering, he felt a sharp pain in his leg. His longsword fell to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, and he collapsed, never to know anything more.
"Like an egg hitting a rock."
Turning back to look at the unseeingly dead Zhu Chengfeng, Huangfu Xuanzi threw away a silver needle coated with deadly poison and kicked the corpse with disdain.
Looking up at Huangfu Ying and Mo Yefeng, the two seemed to still be enjoying their fight...
"Brother, the task you assigned me is complete. I'll handle the rest myself, don't blame me."
The man's previously comical expression slowly faded, and his crescent-shaped eyes opened, radiating a sinister light.
93 The Beginning and the Final Chapter
"Can you explain what's going on?"
Seeing that Zhu Chengfeng was dead and the enemy army hadn't been wiped out, morale collapsed, and they all threw down their armor and weapons, surrendering. Huangfu Ying and Mo Yefeng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that things had come to a satisfactory conclusion. Unexpectedly, the next second, they discovered that another army, even larger than the Xiao Kingdom's, had unexpectedly approached from the outer perimeter of the Xiao Kingdom's army. Not only was General Beitang Mo leading them, but more importantly, the purple flag clearly displayed the character "Xuan".
For a moment, everyone was stunned. Mo Yefeng frowned and grabbed Huangfu Ying's wrist, his interrogative gaze almost tearing him apart.
Heartache, disappointment.
Huangfu Ying looked at the army that clearly wasn't there to help him, and at Huangfu Xuanzi, who, after poisoning Zhu Chengfeng, not only didn't rush over but instead mounted the horse that originally belonged to Zhu Chengfeng with a murderous expression. His cold face softened with sadness, his thin lips pressed tightly together, almost bleeding.
"Sigh..."
A thousand words were uttered in the end, turning into a soft sigh. He gently shook off Mo Yefeng and shouted at Huangfu Xuanzi,
"Huangfu Xuanzi, what are you doing!"
Casually untying the leather rope from her hair, Huangfu Xuanzi didn't immediately answer. Letting her long hair, which had been bound, fly freely in the wind, against her beautiful face, she possessed a poignant air before a great battle.
"Brother, I'm sorry—"
With a wave of his hand, Beitang Mo led his army, almost completely controlling the battlefield. Because they were all acquaintances, Mu Jue didn't rush into a decisive battle, but remained still, awaiting Mo Yefeng's instructions. He didn't want to add unnecessary casualties to a battle he didn't understand.
"Whatever it is, let's talk about it after we quell the rebellion."
With an impatient wave of his sleeve, Huangfu Ying didn't want to hear Huangfu Xuanzi's infuriating words anymore.
Was this rebellion? No, how could his usually peaceful brother do something so immoral… But the facts were right in front of him; how could he explain such blatant behavior!
"I can't wait, because—I am a rebel."
Huangfu Xuanzi stared coldly at his brother, speaking each word clearly.
"You're a rebel! How dare you…"
His last glimmer of hope shattered, Huangfu Ying completely lost his temper. For a moment, he lost his composure, picking up the shoe he'd dropped during his fight with Mo Yefeng and throwing it forcefully at Huangfu Xuanzi.
The distance was too great; the shoe fell to the ground before it even reached halfway. But this action caused Huangfu Xuanzi a pang of pain. Huangfu Ying would never do such a thing to an enemy. The reason he did it, knowing it was useless and shameful, was because in his heart, the other still considered him a child who needed discipline.
“Brother…”
Her eyes stung, and Huangfu Xuanzi lowered her eyelashes to hold back her tears.
“Why! Xuanzi, tell me why! I told you, if you wanted this position, you could just ask me! Why force me like this!”
Huangfu Xuanzi wasn’t the only one who wanted to cry. If it weren’t for the fact that she had been betrayed by her own brother in public, Huangfu Ying would have already shed tears.
“Because what I want isn’t the position—”
Her gaze slowly shifted from Huangfu Ying’s face, finally settling coldly on Mo Yefeng.
“I want him dead.” She
spoke clearly and forcefully, through gritted teeth.
“Oh, you want me dead, huh? Why?”
Hearing this, Mo Yefeng only smiled slightly, as if the other party had told a joke that shouldn’t be taken too seriously. Kagura beside her already had a solemn expression, but he remained inappropriately calm and collected.
“I want to see you die, I want to see you utterly defeated. I want to see you defeated, kneeling before me, wailing and begging for mercy…”
As she uttered these heart-wrenching words, Huangfu Xuanzi’s tears finally broke free.
"Mo Yefeng, King Yefeng—"
"You are guilty, so I have come to punish you in place of the gods."
"Are you sure you have the ability?"
Ignoring the resolute look in the other's eyes, Mo Yefeng didn't know how many schemes and plans Huangfu Xuanzi had laid out for this day—nor did he want to know.
Standing with his hands behind his back, he raised his head and stared blankly at Huangfu Xuanzi's beautiful face, filled with hatred. Suddenly, laughter escaped his lips, like the loudest slap across the other's face.
"Do you want to try?"
No man would tolerate being so scorned by his enemy. Huangfu Xuanzi gritted his teeth and was about to order the army to charge. But unexpectedly, the other made a stop gesture, indicating not to rush things.
"I'll ask one last question: when I sent the spy to Qilin Kingdom, did you kill him?"
Huangfu Xuanzi was taken aback that Mo Yefeng still had the mind to dwell on this at this moment, and then nodded.
"That's right, most of them were disposed of. Some bodies were dissolved with corpse-dissolving liquid, others were poisoned; the corpses will probably be quite gruesome."
"I see. I never expected the 'mastermind' I've been searching for so long to be you."
Sensing Huangfu Xuanzi's words, a clear line of thought formed in Mo Yefeng's mind.
"You sent You'er here as a spy, and you kept acting as a go-between between Huangfu Ying, Shen Le, and me. All for today."
"Of course. Killing you requires a meticulous plan to give you a suitable way to die. Otherwise, with my poisoning skills, you would have died ten thousand times over."
"What deep-seated hatred do we have? Is it worth it?"
Frowning, Mo Yefeng looked at the hateful Huangfu Xuanzi, somewhat puzzled. "Yes, you've forgotten, but I haven't."
With a cold smile, Huangfu Xuanzi had no intention of saying anything more.
"Mo Yefeng, your death is near—"
"Xuan, Xuan Zi..."
Just as Huangfu Xuan Zi uttered those fierce words, another unexpected event occurred silently.
Looking at the long sword at his neck, Beitang Mo thought it would be easy to fight back, but with this sword in hand, the man was not someone to mess with…
“You’ve grown bold, daring to gang up on my royal brother.”
Huangfu Fuyun sneered, increasing the pressure on his hand, and the sharp sword immediately drew a bloody gash on the man’s thick neck.
“Ouch…ouch…it hurts! How could you hit so hard?”
Under the gaze of the soldiers, Beitang Mo felt utterly humiliated this time.
“Wah…”
Not knowing what was going on, why did his father and mother look like they were fighting? “Little Beitang,” who was being carried on his mother’s back to fight, was so frightened that he cried.
“Hey! Why did you bring him out! Your son is crying!”
His father, who was not far away, immediately cried out in distress, which made Mu Jue, who was watching the show, cross his arms and secretly enjoy it.
A farce, a complete farce.
“…”
To catch the thief, first catch the king. Beitang Mo understood this saying, and Huangfu Xuanzi understood it even better. The moment Huangfu Fuyun unexpectedly appeared, a sharp pain shot through his temples. He felt that despite all his scheming, he had made the most foolish mistake.
He had forgotten that he had placed all his hopes on his brothers, who were utterly devoted to their wives, and that his own sister would never stand by his side…
“We’re here! We’re here! Hurry up!!”
Another familiar voice rang out. Mu Qingyou was followed by several soldiers and that silver-haired, lecherous man. Panting, she pushed through the soldiers blocking her path, single-mindedly rushing towards Mo Yefeng and Huangfu Ying.
“You’er!”
Upon seeing them, the four men exclaimed in surprise. Huangfu Ying, relieved to have escaped, excitedly stepped forward and opened her arms, only to be pushed into a corner by Mo Yefeng, who then pulled the woman who rushed towards her into his embrace.
“Why are you here…”
He kissed the sweat on her forehead, his love boundless as he held the beauty in his arms.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness we made it in time... otherwise... it would have been... troublesome..."
Turning back to the silver wolf, Mu Qingyou made a "success" gesture, indicating that the Divine Illusionary Realm was indeed not useless. It was because of it that the two of them were able to summon Huangfu Fuyun, who had been kept in the dark, to the rescue in time, and they themselves also gained their freedom.
"Awoo awoo!"
As the hero who brought the news, Bai'er was unwilling to be held in the silver wolf's arms and unable to go forward to show off her merits. She was about to struggle, but was glared at by the man's dark green eyes, and immediately pouted her little mouth, her big eyes filled with tears of grievance.
"You're finished, you vixen, hurry up and kill yourself to atone for your sins, there's no place for you to stand here."
Seeing Huangfu Xuanzi's defeated look, Xue was in a good mood. She picked up the little thing in her arms and walked up to him triumphantly to show off.
"You thought locking us up was enough? You forgot I'm a deity, I can control anything with spiritual power. This little fox is your kind, isn't it? It's just a pity it's not on your side. This time, it's fortunate it can write, though it can't speak. Otherwise, I don't know how it would have foiled your scheme!"
"So...that's how it is."
In an instant, the world spun.
Looking at the distant, intimately embracing Mu Qingyou and Mo Yefeng, then at the deep sorrow and regret in his brother's eyes, Huangfu Xuanzi smiled sadly and slowly dismounted.

Destruction and birth, beginning and end—
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