A legendary swordsman

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********** ... 　　He dared not linger any longer, whipping his horse and chasing after them, his voice trembling as he cried out, "Father! Mother! 　　Second Sister, Third Sister! Where are you?" 　　After galloping for several dozen paces, he heard no reply from his family. Suddenly, three or four burly men leaped from the bushes on either side, wielding 　　heavy, gleaming black swords, their faces contorted with rage and exuding a menacing aura. They charged forward, shouting. 　　"Help! Bandits!" Fang Renli was terrified. He nearly whipped his horse's rump, galloping 　　away in a panic. 　　He hadn't gone far when his horse suddenly neighed loudly, buckled, and collapsed, seemingly tripping over something 　　. Despite his rudimentary martial arts skills and quick reflexes, his body didn't know how to react, and he 　　tumbled several times into the mud, landing sprawled in a patch of filth. 　　The mud reeked of blood. Cursing under his breath, he struggled to his feet, only to find his hands sticky and uncomfortable. Looking up 　　, he discovered his palms were covered in brownish-red blood. Terrified, he screamed 　　and scrambled backward. After 　　crawling a few feet, his hand slipped on a hard, furry ball in the grass, causing him to tumble 　　and nearly twist his back. 　　Furious, he scrambled to his feet, kicking the ball out of the grass. Looking closely, he saw a bloodied 　　human head. The face, filled with shock and fear, was familiar—it belonged to the镖局 (security company) that had protected his family 　　. 　　How…how could this have happened! He clutched his hair, turning to check if the horse was still 　　rideable, but the shouts in the distance rapidly approached. He dared not turn back, and had no choice but to steel himself and run after the cart 　　tracks. His light-body skills, honed over two or three years, were only truly put to use now, aside from stealing incense. 　　Gradually, more and more corpses appeared on both sides, but fewer were bodyguards; instead, many were burly bandits 　　. 　　Fang Renli had no time to count; he simply wiped the filth from his face with his sleeve as he ran frantically. 　　Having been pampered and spoiled for so many years, he had never seen such a hellish scene. His crotch was wet 　　; he must have wet himself earlier. 　　He didn't know how long he had run, but Fang Renli suddenly burst into an open space. Looking up, he saw his parents' and sister's carriages 　　parked in front of him, with a few scattered bodyguards flanking them, their backs to him, ready for action. Only then did he feel 　　a sense of relief. Tears streaming down his face, he stumbled over and cried, "Father! What...what happened?!" 　　The women of the Fang family were all huddled inside the carriages. Fang's father, trembling, stood beside the carriages. Hearing Fang Renli's cries, 　　he turned around, overjoyed. He trembled as he pulled him into his arms, tears streaming down his face as he called out his childhood name, "Xiao'er, 　　our family... our family has met with a terrible disaster today! Evil people are doing evil, evil people are doing evil! If it weren't for the superb martial arts of Lady Chen, 　　our whole family and most of the escort agency would have perished here!" 　　Fang Renli mustered his courage and peeked out. Sure enough, the Lady Chen he had longed for was standing spiritedly at 　　the front, sword in hand, with more than a dozen corpses lying within a few feet around her. 　　Overjoyed, he felt a glimmer of hope and quickly pushed past his father, rushing forward to stand diagonally 　　behind Lady Chen. He shouted at the seventeen or eighteen menacing bandits opposite him, "How dare you! My brother- 　　in-law is the renowned swordsman of the Southwest, Du Taibai, the 'Falling Moon with a Cup of Wine.' You've offended me! Aren't you afraid he'll come and 　　chop you all to pieces and feed you to the dogs?" 　　Lady Chen glared at him and retorted, "Shut up! You're all desperate criminals. Who would know 　　the great swordsman Du? Use that energy to protect your sisters!" 　　Fang Renli, who had only been showing off, was immediately intimidated by the reprimand and, seeing no fear on the other side 　　, even took two steps forward before shrinking back to the carriage. 　　His father, seeing his son covered in blood, burst into tears, holding his hand and bombarding him with questions 　　, fearing for the safety of the only son of the Fang family. 　　Fang Renli calmed down slightly, casually reassuring his panicked father while craning his neck to observe 　　the battle ahead. 　　Two bandits, seemingly unable to contain themselves, exchanged a glance and charged forward, swords drawn. 　　The female warrior, Chen Lan, had once earned the reputation of the "Water Dance Sword Demon" in the martial world, but due to the unstable political climate and a troubled love life, she had come to town to live in anonymity as a bodyguard. She 　　wouldn't care about 　　a hundred or so ordinary bandits . 　　As the two broadswords slashed down, Chen Lan glided forward, her skirt billowing as she twisted her waist and launched a counter-attack, easily piercing 　　the right bandit's throat while simultaneously striking the left bandit's wrist with her toe, disarming the other's broadsword. She then spun and slashed 　　horizontally; the sword flashed, and before the ghost-headed saber even hit the ground, a head sprang up with a spurt of blood. 　　"I already said, get out of the way! I'm cultivating my character and don't want to take any more lives. Anyone who gets out of the way, I'll 　　spare their life," Chen Lan said coldly, sword held across her chest, her imposing presence radiating authority. Fang 　　Renli stared in disbelief, inwardly thankful he hadn't used 　　any underhanded tactics on this female bodyguard; otherwise, he would have run into a formidable force, suffering greatly in the process. 　　The bandits, however, showed little fear, not retreating an inch, only glaring at them with gritted teeth. 　　Chen Lan snorted coldly, saying, "What, you won't disperse? Do you have some backup?" 　　"That's right, I'm a bit slow, I arrived a little late. I didn't expect such 　　a skilled fighter to be hidden in such an ordinary escort agency. I was careless," a hoarse, grating voice came from the side. Then, 　　four burly men, sweating profusely, rushed out carrying a bamboo reclining chair and slowly placed it on the ground.

Fang Renli looked in the direction of the sound and was greatly disdainful. Sitting on the recliner as if enjoying the cool air was a
withered old man whose legs were broken at the knees and whose eyes had been gouged out, leaving only brownish-red eye sockets. He felt that he
could easily knock him down and beat him up.
Chen Lan, however, was not careless. She cautiously turned around to face him directly, saying, "Who are you?
It's truly rare to see a mountain bandit dressed like this."
"I've been imprisoned for many years and only recently escaped. Judging from your age, it's unlikely you recognize
me," the old man said hoarsely, stroking his beard. "My surname is Sun, and my given name is Duan. Back
when I was still wandering the martial world, a friend kindly bestowed upon me the nickname 'Mighty Demon God.' Unfortunately… my current
appearance is far from what I've described."
"Mighty Demon God?" Chen Lan frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, then suddenly her expression changed. "You…you
didn't join the Demonic Sect and become one of the Ten Great Protectors?"
"Huh? These young people these days really have some insight. That's all ancient history. Now the Demonic Sect is falling
apart, where are there any elders left to protect it?" Sun Duan's lips moved, his hoarse voice like a low groan from a nightmare
, chilling to the bone.
Chen Lan's fair throat bobbed twice, her almond eyes darting around, carefully examining Sun Duan's eyes and legs, before
she said in a deep voice, "Although you are a senior in the martial arts world, in your current state, you can hardly recapture the might of the Mighty Demon God of yesteryear.
Today, many of you have died, and many of us have also perished. Let's just split things up, each going our own way, how about that?"
Sun Duan smiled sinisterly and said, "Now that the land is in ruins, and war is raging, I've taken in these desperate men, who are all
just reckless fools with nowhere else to turn. No matter how many others die, as long as they have meat to eat, wine to drink, and women to sleep with,
they'll be fine ." " There won't be much sadness. As for me, I only came down the mountain to hunt game. Those useless men are dead, so
be it. As long as you women are still alive, that's enough."
Chen Lan's expression changed, and she angrily retorted, "At your age, you've become a lecherous womanizer!"
Sun Duan slowly sat up and said calmly, "You're wrong. A lecherous womanizer only seeks fleeting,
illusory pleasure. But I need you women to cultivate a peerless martial arts technique. You are also a martial artist
; wouldn't it be a good thing to become part of this peerless technique?"
"Bah!" Chen Lan roared, "Nonsense! You've joined the Demonic Sect, practicing some
evil art of 'yin-yang replenishment,' and you speak with such shamelessness! I hesitated to attack you because of your crippled state, but I never expected you, this crippled old dog, to be so ungrateful
. Fine, I'll see what kind of unparalleled divine skill you've been practicing!"
Sun Duan sniffed and laughed, "At your age, you can still remain chaste, probably because your love life is troubled. Hehe,
this is truly a golden opportunity. A virgin with good internal strength and pure yin essence can at least help me absorb seven or eight days' worth of
internal energy. Even if you want to leave, I will never allow it."
"Shameless old thief! Take this!" Chen Lan, touched on a sore spot, was filled with shame and anger. He leaped into the air, his long
sword swiftly thrusting towards Sun Duan's throat.
Sun Duan sneered, raising his hand and pinching his fingers in mid-air, as if his blind eyes could see, accurately
trapping Chen Lan's long sword between his fingers.
Chen Lan's expression changed drastically. She raised her hand and pulled, but the longsword remained unmoved, as if cast into a rock.
Sun Duan bent his arm and pulled, a surge of true energy flowing along the blade. Chen Lan couldn't release it in time; half her body
went numb, and she fell forward. Immediately, she felt a tightness in her chest as Sun Duan's withered left hand gripped half of her breast through her clothes.
"Practicing external martial arts too much, what a pity," Sun Duan said with a leisurely smile, giving it a quick squeeze.
Chen Lan's fair face flushed red instantly. She mustered her inner energy and slashed sharply with her left palm, aiming for Sun Duan's eye socket.
Sun Duan flicked his right hand, and with a clang, Chen Lan's longsword snapped in his hand. He flicked and thrust, and the severed
sword pierced Chen Lan's left shoulder with lightning speed, passing right through the bone.
"Ah—" Chen Lan screamed in agony, her right hand releasing the sword as she tried to save herself.
Sun Duan flicked his finger, and the broken sword pierced through Chen Lan's shoulder with a soft "thud," its cold light flashing as it embedded itself
in the back of a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) who was trying to sneak away. He immediately raised his arm to block Chen Lan's palm strike, his hand sliding down
her right wrist with a series of cracking sounds like firecrackers, all the way to her shoulder.
Chen Lan screamed in agony; where Sun Duan's hand had passed, her arm felt as if all the bones had been pulled out
, limp and unable to move a single finger.
Fortunately, her reaction wasn't slow; defeat came in an instant, and she knew that if she didn't save her life now, it would be too late .
With a cry of pain, she kicked off with both feet and turned to flee.
"Too late," Sun Duan sighed softly, slamming his hands heavily on the armrests of the bamboo chair. His thin body moved
like an arrow released from a bow, a gray shadow flashing as he grabbed Chen Lan's slender ankle in mid-air.
He slashed through the air with his left palm, creating a shallow crater several feet in diameter in the ground with a loud crash
. Using the rebound force, he moved with the agility of a hawk catching a bird, carrying Chen Lan, who had nowhere to lean, back lightly onto the bamboo chair.
"Old thief!" Chen Lan endured the pain and bent her left arm, elbowing Sun Duan behind her.
This was her last struggle, like a rabbit already lifted into the air, kicking in vain.
Sun Duan snorted coldly, his fingers forming a sword as he thrust out. Before Chen Lan's elbow could reach his chest, his two
withered fingers had already dug deep into the wound on her left shoulder where the sword blade had pierced. Then, with a twist and a shrill
scream, her left arm went limp and could no longer move.
"Old thief! I... I'd rather lose all my power than let you have it!" Chen Lan shouted angrily, her face pale
.
Unexpectedly, Sun Duan struck her on the back with a palm strike, causing her to cough up a mouthful of blood mist. He sneered, "Your
pathetic skills are nothing to me. What I want is nothing more than the pure Yin essence you've guarded for so many years
. The wondrous power it has given me is far beyond the reach of your mere firefly's glow."
Chen Lan knew she was utterly defeated and no match for this old monster. Judging from his words, she would likely suffer
further humiliation and torture before her death. She was always proud and unwilling to endure such humiliation. She immediately focused her mind, closed her tongue
between her teeth, and bit down.
Sun Duan didn't stop her. Only when she groaned in pain and blood gushed from her teeth did he calmly pinch her jaw,
pressing her head down, causing her to cough up a severed tongue filled with blood. Then, he pressed his fingers on the acupoints on the back of her neck...
He pinched her, laughing, "Stupid woman, after wandering the martial world for so long, don't you know that as long as the bleeding is stopped in time, you won't choke
to death? Chewing your tongue is just excruciatingly painful, isn't it?"
Chen Lan's face twitched in pain. She wanted to curse, but without her tongue and in unbearable agony ,
she couldn't speak clearly.
Sun Duan took a deep breath, reached down and casually pinched Chen Lan's chest a few times,
then ripped her pants open with a tearing sound, revealing a patch of hairy, messy pubic mound.
"Ugh! Ughhhhh—" Chen Lan was filled with shame and indignation, shaking her head and
screaming wildly. Blood splattered from her lips, a gruesome sight.
Everyone could hear the humiliation and resentment in her screams; her clear cries for help clearly reached
the ears of everyone around.
But no one dared to move.
The old man of the Fang family was already kneeling on the ground, terrified and on the verge of fainting. The remaining镖师 (bodyguards/escorts)
were stunned, frozen in place.
Fang Renli's mind was filled with the thought of escape, but he was surrounded by fierce-looking bandits, each with arms
thicker than his legs; how could he possibly take a step?
Amidst the cries of grief and indignation, a sinister smile appeared on Sun Duan's wrinkled old face. He lowered his hand, squeezed open
a specially sewn button at the crotch of his trousers, and pulled the gap open. A thick, dark monster sprang out
, standing erect behind Chen Lan's buttocks.
Fang Renli had always considered himself well-endowed, but upon seeing Sun Duan's penis, he couldn't help but gasp,
feeling ashamed of his own inferiority.
An ordinary man with a penis the size of a child's arm would have an extra three points of masculinity even when walking, but Sun Duan's penis
was inferior even to a donkey's, standing between his thin, knee-length thighs, truly like having an extra
leg.
Not content with just displaying this thing, Sun Duan turned Chen Lan around to face him, smiling,
"Come, look at this treasure of mine. Your virginity is about to belong to it."
Chen Lan, her eyes brimming with tears, looked down, her almond-shaped eyes widening instantly. She shook her head and screamed, bending her knees and raising her legs,
struggling again.
Sun Duan, seemingly oblivious, enjoyed the woman's heart-wrenching cries, listening with a smile.
At the same time, his withered claws slid down her waist, squeezing with force, his fierce true energy piercing through the two large tendons at the base of Chen Lan's thighs.
Her two powerful, springy legs instantly lost all strength, hanging limply at her sides,
unable to move even an inch.
Sun Duan seemed completely uninterested in the alluring parts of the now powerless body. Seeing that Chen
Lan had lost the ability to struggle and resist, he simply lifted her onto his lap.
The glans was as large as a duck egg, and Chen Lan's delicate jade pot was not moist at all. Placing it like that, the penis
would be no different from poking a piece of pork with skin on.
Fang Renli was an expert in forced penetration; without even wiping it with saliva, even if he could get in,
there would be no pleasure. With a tighter woman, the glans would surely be chafed raw.
He was inwardly mocking the old monster for his high martial arts skills but terrible bedroom skills when he heard a scream that almost pierced
the sky. Looking closer, he saw Sun Duan's withered arms suddenly bulge with muscles, forcefully pressing Chen Lan's
immobile body down several inches. Judging by the distance, the purplish-black glans had undoubtedly broken through the
barrier and entered.
The excruciating pain in his shoulder and right arm was instantly suppressed. Between his thighs, it felt as if a giant wooden nail had been
driven in by a heavy hammer; the agony was beyond description. Before Chen Lan could even finish screaming, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
At this moment, one of the bolder bodyguards finally couldn't bear it any longer. He grabbed his waist knife and turned
to attack away from Sun Duan, shouting, "What are you waiting for?!"
But he had only taken two steps when Sun Duan grabbed Chen Lan's limp right hand, raised it horizontally towards him, and
then flicked his finger. Chen Lan screamed and awoke as a cold light shot through the air, piercing his neck from behind,
exiting through his throat, and embedding itself directly in a tree trunk.
Fang Renli stared intently; the weapon that had killed someone and penetrated so deeply was clearly a thin, bloodstained fingernail.
As the bodyguard collapsed like a limp rag, everyone around Fang Renli's family dared not
move an inch.
Chen Lan's face was ashen, and sweat poured down her face. All traces of her earlier valor were gone. Her lips moved,
spitting out thin streams of blood, as if she were mumbling something repeatedly.
Sun Duan laughed, "Now you know how to beg for mercy? Don't worry, I won't let you die. Even
if the Black and White Impermanence come to take your soul, I guarantee you'll live long enough to be fucked by those two ghosts."
Seeing her trembling body and vacant eyes, he snorted, saying it was nothing special, and then released his grip
, only supporting her from the front and back to prevent her from falling. He let her sit on his massive member, slowly sinking down under her own weight.
"Ugh... ugh... ughhhhh—"
Blood glistened, her flower path opened wide, her vulva burst open, crimson like nectar.
Fang Renli watched as the monstrous member disappeared inch by inch into Chen Lan's torn crotch, not daring to even
breathe loudly. He had personally removed at least twenty or thirty virgins, but he had never seen, let alone heard of,
anyone whose virginity had been broken so brutally.
Yet he couldn't look away, his throat bobbing several times, and even his wet crotch suddenly tightened
.
In a short while, Chen Lan was fully seated, her vulva flattened like dough, but his penis
was still partially exposed.
Seeing that she no longer had the strength to cry out, only intermittent hoarse moans, Sun Duan grinned maliciously and raised his
right palm, slowly pressing it against the back of her twitching waist.
Then, a powerful surge of true energy penetrated her body, like a long, thin, sharp cone, rushing down along the Du meridian,
causing excruciating pain wherever it passed.
The cone quickly reached the point where the Du and Ren meridians met, then with a sharp turn, mercilessly pierced deep into Chen Lan's flower
chamber.
Even now, Sun Duan hadn't held her or moved once. His thick penis was like a feeding
utensil, deeply buried in the delicious food.
It wasn't an overwhelming surge of passion that caused her to overflow with yin fluid during repeated orgasms; rather, it was the forceful breaching of her
vaginal opening by true energy that brought no pleasure, only exacerbated the already torn vulva. As Chen Lan convulsed
, white foam flowed from the corners of her mouth, mingling with her now-unprotected yin essence.
A moment later, Sun Duan groaned with satisfaction, scooped up the nearly unconscious Chen Lan, withdrew
his blood-stained member, and laughed, "Not bad, very pure. As expected of a chaste heroine, you've enough
to convert eight days' worth of divine power for this old man."
Chen Lan's pale lips trembled, but she could no longer utter a sound.
"You just killed quite a few of my men. Many of those standing here are their close friends, like brothers.
I think we should hand you over to them." He tossed Chen Lan to the bandits beside him, saying,
"Spare her life; she's still capable of bearing children. Those who haven't had a turn, go kill those martial arts masters over there."
The bandits who caught Chen Lan cheered, and three or four immediately pinned her down and surrounded her. Their large, hairy hands
tore at her, and in a flash, the once-powerful heroine was stripped naked, like a lamb.
These rough men knew nothing of romance or pleasure; the bloodied vulva didn't diminish their interest in the slightest.
One burly man immediately pulled down his pants, straddled Chen Lan, and thrust his dark penis viciously inside.
With her vaginal fluids gushing out and her virginity bleeding, and with Sun Duan's massive member having paved the way, the bandit, though burly, entered
smoothly, thrusting all the way in. He then hurriedly lowered his head and buried it in Chen Lan's plump, white breasts,
licking and biting them as they heaved, wishing his parents had given him more mouths.
The scene was finally much more erotic, but Fang Renli had completely lost interest in watching. His pent-up desire had
been extinguished by the approaching bandits with their knives drawn, nearly wetting his pants again.
His father was already terrified, slumped against the carriage like a limp rag doll, his chest heaving for a long time before he
managed to squeeze out a single, trembling word, "Xiao'er... quick... run away..."
The three women in the carriage were already sobbing uncontrollably.
Fang Renli was in a state of utter confusion. Trembling, he looked around. There was no way to survive.
There were at least twenty or thirty ferocious bandits, each one of them driven mad by the terrified sobs of the woman in the carriage, their eyes
bloodshot with lust, truly no different from hungry beasts ready to devour their prey.
"Fight them!" With no way to retreat, one of the bodyguards finally roared and charged forward, brandishing his sword. The remaining
seven or eight bodyguards scattered with a whoosh, squeezing out the last bit of courage from their fear of death.
But Sun Duan was still there.
This withered old man slowly retracted his grotesque manhood into his trousers, then slapped the bamboo chair with both hands,
snapped off two bamboo strips with a crack, rubbed them together with his fingers, and flicked them out.
Several points of green light, as if they had eyes, flashed across the bandits' shoulders like lightning, instantly
knocking all the bodyguards' weapons from their hands. The镖师 ( 　　bodyguards/escorts)
were already outnumbered and skilled in martial arts; in an instant, they were all disarmed, and screams filled the air as corpses
littered the ground. When the first bandit, panting heavily, crawled up from Chen Lan's naked body, the镖局 (bodyguard/escort agency)'s men 　　were all wiped out. 　　Sticky white fluid slowly flowed from her swollen vulva, mingling with the sticky red fluid flowing from the severed necks nearby 　　, staining the soil below. 　　However, before much of the foul-smelling white fluid could flow out, another filthy penis was shoved inside, squeezing 　　out a gush. 　　Seeing that only his family remained, Fang Renli's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, his lips trembling uncontrollably, 　　unable to utter even a plea for mercy. 　　Desperate to save her children, Fang's mother, tears streaming down her face, crawled out of the carriage. Her trembling 　　legs forced her to take a few steps, and she knelt before Sun Duan with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, pleading, 　　"Mountain King, we'll give you all our travel money, please... spare us! We still have property at home, please 　　... please spare us two old bones, let our children go back, and we'll give you all our wealth! Please 　　... spare the three of them..." 　　Sun Duan coldly replied, "What would I do with all that wealth? Could it buy back my eyes and legs?" 　　"Mountain King, just name your price, and my husband and I will do whatever we can. Please, spare my 　　children...please..." 　　Sun Duan ignored her and said to his bandits, "This woman has had too many children, is old, and 　　has little left. I'm too lazy to bother, so I'll just give her to you." 　　Although Fang's mother was not young, she had lived a wealthy and pampered life, with a plump figure and fair skin. 　　She was still quite attractive, a far cry from the pitiful Chen Lan waiting in line. As soon as 　　Sun Duan finished speaking, several bandits' eyes flashed with malice. They rushed forward, and before Fang's mother could rise from her kowtow, 　　they grabbed her hands behind her back, ripped open her skirt, and revealed her plump, white, round buttocks. 　　Mother Fang looked up and screamed, her cries still pleading for her children's lives: "Mountain King, please spare 　　my children... I beg you, spare them... I'll serve you like a cow or a horse, a slave or a maid, and in my next life 　　I'll repay your great kindness!" 　　As she pleaded desperately, the burly man behind her didn't stop. He 　　quickly pulled down his pants, squatted down behind her, spread her buttocks, spat on her reddish-brown vulva, and thrust his penis 　　hard into her soft passage, which hadn't been touched by her husband for years. 　　While being rocked back and forth, her clothes were torn open, revealing her soft, drooping breasts. She continued to scream and beg for mercy, 　　as if at that moment, only the thought of saving her children's lives remained in her mind. 　　Kneeling on the ground, Fang Renli felt utterly hopeless, yet his eyes couldn't help but linger on his mother's 　　white buttocks, which were heaving from the impact. After a few glances, a surge of heat rose in his abdomen, and he felt a tightness in his crotch. "That boy. Can you read?" Sun Duan, leaning back in his bamboo chair 　　, suddenly asked 　　as he listened to Fang's mother's incessant, pitiful pleas for mercy . 　　As if grasping at a glimmer of hope, Fang's mother endured the agonizing friction within her and cried out, 　　"He can read! We hired a tutor for Xiao'er, and the tutor praised him for his intelligence. He can read, he really can read!"

Fang Renli was drenched in sweat, barely able to nod. He hurriedly raised his right arm to press his head up and down
, then immediately realized that Sun Duan was blind and couldn't see anything. He cried out in a tearful voice, "I
can read! I...my father and I can both read!"
"One literate person is enough," Sun Duan said coldly. "I'll give you two a chance.
Before the man on that woman ejaculates, you two, decide who lives and who dies. The one who lives will be taken away to help me read
the second half of the manual. If both are alive, kill them both. If one commits suicide, I'll kill
the other for him."
Fang's father's old eyes widened like copper bells as he looked at Fang Renli, trembling, and said, "My filial son...this...
this..."
"Go, give them each a knife," Sun Duan sneered. "Damn that woman, hurry up too. If you can
ejaculate before those two start fighting, I'll reward
you first with the yin essence of those two young bastards in the carriage."
The man's eyes gleamed even more fiercely as he firmly gripped Fang's mother's plump waist, slapping her buttocks repeatedly, his thigh muscles
taut. Fang's mother was completely dumbfounded on the ground, not expecting such an outcome. But thinking that if this continued,
both father and son would die, she struggled desperately, hoping to buy some time.
She suddenly flipped over, almost shaking off the man. He gritted his teeth, grabbed her legs tightly, and pressed down on her,
grabbing her breasts and pinching them hard.
The other bandits retreated, watching the spectacle with amusement. For a moment, a half-naked beauty and a strong man were fighting,
their groins still connected, making for a rather pleasing sight.
Fang Renli held the heavy ghost-head knife in his hand, his mind blank for a moment. The tip of the knife touched the ground, and he
couldn't lift it no matter what he said.
His father, tears streaming down his face, helped the horse to its feet, turned his head to look at his
beloved wife who was fighting desperately to hold off the villains for their lives, let out a shrill scream, and raised the ghost-head knife in his hand.
"Father...you...you..." Fang Renli had been spoiled since childhood, and he couldn't believe that his father would actually
kill him. He managed to utter a few words in a trembling voice, but his mind was filled with images of his mother's writhing and struggling naked body and the
hideous face that was getting closer and closer to him.
"Do it! Ah!" Feeling the penis inside her vagina growing thicker and thicker, Fang's mother was pinned down and
her neck was stuck, unable to move. She could only scream a long, mournful cry, like a night owl.
"Waaaaaahhhhh—" Fang's father suddenly took two steps forward, and the ghost-head knife he had raised wobbled down.
Fang Renli took a step back. The heavy knife struck a rock at his feet, sparks flying that illuminated
his lifeless eyes.
His pupils constricted sharply, and his fingers gripped the hilt tightly.
"No! Don't be so fast... Fuck me some more! Fuck me a little longer! I'm a woman who deserves to be fucked, you bandit
lord! Fuck me a few more times!"
As his mother's utterly shameless cries rang in his ears, Fang Renli's hand finally moved.
The knife, as heavy as a mountain, suddenly seemed weightless.
As the bandit pulled out his wet, throbbing member and stood up triumphantly, Fang's father's withered figure collapsed
.
A sorrowful smile appeared on his terrified old face in his final moments.
Fang Renli stared, dumbfounded, at the blood slowly flowing from the blade.
Sun Duan's lips curled into a sinister smile as he coldly said, "No, you're too slow. They came out first."
Fang's mother was stunned, gasping for breath, "No! No! It was my son who...who...who..."
She managed to say three "who," but then found herself unable to utter the rest.
Patricide, a heinous crime.
Sun Duan sneered, "However, I admire your decisiveness. I've decided to give you a way out."
Fang Renli's vision was already blurred. Looking at the corpses around him, he felt that there was nothing more terrifying than death
. He asked blankly, "What... way out?"
"What else could be more heinous than patricide?" Sun Duan snorted, flicked his finger, and released
a burst of true energy, striking Fang's mother squarely on the side of her neck, choking her so she couldn't utter a single word. He continued, "Go and
rape her once, ejaculate inside her, and I'll spare your lives, mother and son. Otherwise, a
woman who can't have any more children is useless to me."
Fang's mother cried out a few times, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head repeatedly. Seeing that Fang Renli had turned around, she immediately
glanced at the carriage, got up, and rammed her head against it.
The bandits nearby reacted swiftly, not about to let her commit suicide. They grabbed her around the waist, threw her to the ground, and then pinned her
down, laying her naked on the floor in a spread-eagle position.
"Go on, you've even killed your father, what are you afraid of? What else can't you do?" Sun Duan's voice suddenly
became very deep, filled with a strange allure. "Go on, this is also to save her. She will forgive you,
and then you can both live."
As if bound by a thread, Fang Renli lowered his head, looking at his mother's crotch, and slowly unbuckled
his belt. His penis
, which had recently been so powerful in the woman's vagina, hung limply, showing no
signs of life.
"Damn it, not small, but a mule." One of the bandits cursed, and the surrounding people burst into laughter
.
Sun Duan flicked his finger, sending another burst of true energy to Fang Renli's dantian. The heat instantly
flowed towards his penis, making the limp shaft semi-erect. "If it goes in, it'll be fine.
Help him out."
The man who had just enjoyed himself with Fang's mother laughed, standing behind Fang Renli and pressing him down
while shouting, "Come on, after this, we're brothers who've been through thick and thin together
!" Fang Renli's breathing became increasingly rapid. The immense weight pressing on his heart 　　shattered the moment
his limp glans touched his mother's wet vulva. 　　Sun Duan's voice, seemingly imbued with mysterious power, echoed in his ears. He looked up and screamed wildly, 　　as if in a frenzy. Then, he broke free from the man behind him, grabbed his mother's legs, lifted them, stared at her 　　full breasts covered in handprints, and roared as he shoved his still-erect penis inside.

Fang's mother, her eyes bloodshot with grief and rage, shook her neck, banging her head against the ground with all her might. But the soil was soft,
only covered in small stones; nothing could take her life. She could only watch
helplessly as the son she had raised was thrusting and throbbing above her…
"Very good, put your pants on and stand here with me. I don't care what you were called before, from now on you
'll be called Gouzi. Whatever I say, you do, understand?" Hearing Fang Renli panting as he climbed
off his mother, Sun Duan smiled with satisfaction. "Alright, the rest of you brothers who haven't had your fill yet, hurry up.
Keep an eye on the two in the carriage; if anything goes wrong, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Before Sun Duan finished speaking, the impatient men shoved Fang Renli aside, pulled down their pants,
and rushed towards Fang's mother and Chen Lan. The
two young ladies from the Fang family, dragged out of the carriage, had already fainted and were unconscious.
After the bandits had vented their anger and had roughly reached their number, Sun Duan once again instructed them not to kill the two women before leaving.
Fang Renli and his two sisters were thus taken to a secluded mountain stronghold nestled in the mountains. The stronghold had no
name; the head of the former bandit king still hung on a bamboo pole outside the door, and the corpses of his trusted bandits were lined up
in a row, only just beginning to decompose.
Fang Renli looked around the rough wooden huts with trepidation. He had no idea
what kind of agonizing days and nights he would have to endure here.
"Take Gouzi to familiarize himself with the surroundings. Don't worry about him running away; without a guide, he won't get out alive
." After giving these instructions, Sun Duan called over a bandit to carry him into the largest house in the center.
That day, it wasn't until late at night that the remaining bandits returned, still unsatisfied. Chen Lan was barely recognizable;
her once-perfect teeth had been knocked out by stones to facilitate her sexual gratification, and her swollen mouth constantly oozed whitish
fluid. Fang's mother, however, didn't seem to have suffered much, as she didn't seem to have endured great pain. Her eyes were glazed over, and she kept
giggling foolishly, appearing almost insane.
A row of houses on one side was specifically used to imprison women, including the former bandit king's wife
and several women who had been abducted and brought to the bandits for their pleasure. Judging from their pale faces, it wasn't hard to guess that Sun
Duan had already thoroughly and decisively used them.
This was Fang Renli's first day at the bandit stronghold, and also Chen Lan's first day without food or water.
Ten days later, Chen Lan died of starvation. Before her death, a furious Sun Duan ordered her men to tie her to a stallion
and subject her to all sorts of humiliation.
That night, Chen Lan's naked body was hung in an extremely disheveled position on a tree outside the gate, while the Fang family
's second daughter, who was weeping uncontrollably, was carried into Sun Duan's bedroom by her younger brother.

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