[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Phoenix and the Luan (Complete) - 7-9

Chapter 49, Formidable Rival

. "Dead people, huh?"

The waiter seemed completely unfazed, yet kept looking ahead, adding, "Lately, someone's been dying every few days in the capital, and the deaths are so gruesome, I guarantee you won't be able to eat for days after seeing them. I heard it was another maid from the household of Xu Jie, the Minister of Rites, who died today. Looks like it'll be his young lady's turn soon."

"Another one?"

"Perhaps that womanizer just likes women from official families."

The waiter flicked his towel and continued serving customers.

Yang Zhuihui wasn't very familiar with Xu Jie, but knew he was a Ming Dynasty official with both great merit and minor transgressions, who apparently succeeded in bringing down Yan Song and his son. After Jiajing's death, he assisted Emperor Muzong (Zhu Zaihou) to become emperor. Now, Yang Zhuihui wanted to see what Xu Jie looked like, and the constant deaths of women in his household seemed suspicious, making him even more eager to find out.

Putting aside any considerations of currying favor, meeting Xu Jie was still necessary; perhaps one day Xu Jie would be the one assisting him to become emperor, not Emperor Muzong?

After letting the four women return to their rooms to rest, Yang Zhuihui left the inn. Having ascertained the location of Xu Jie's residence, he eagerly headed there, hoping to see the "flower-picking demon's" handiwork—could it really make people lose their appetite?

The front gate of Xu Jie's residence was heavily guarded, driving away the idle commoners, preventing them from approaching. Yang Zhuihui flew directly to the wall, finding the courtyard empty but the backyard bustling. He walked along the wall, flew to the eaves, and sat down to look down.

"We must find out who this flower-picking demon is!"

an elderly man, seemingly nearing fifty, dressed in a fiery red official robe embroidered with a cloud-riding unicorn, declared. Judging from his robe, Yang Zhuihui knew this man must be Xu Jie, the Minister of Rites!

"No need to investigate, it was definitely that dog Yan Song who sent people!"

"My relationship with Minister Yan Song has always been amicable; I cannot speak carelessly!"

Xu Jie declared righteously.

"Father! Are you going to wait until our whole family is dead before you realize your mistake?"

Xu Ying, Xu Jie's son, roared.

"This is none of your business, get out of here,"

Xu Jie waved his hand.

"You should be thinking about the common people! How dare you associate with a treacherous official! He's bullying us now, and you're still protecting him. I despise you!"

Xu Ying shouted and ran away.

Yang Zhuihui knew that Xu Jie was a very shrewd and calculating man, skilled at concealing his true thoughts, and a very wise person. Compared to him, his son Xu Ying seemed much more impulsive.

"First, carry the body into the room, then tell the servants to buy a good coffin and bury her. Also, give her family two hundred taels of silver,"

Xu Jie instructed before leaving.

Curious Yang Zhuihui didn't leave so quickly. When only two servants remained guarding the room, Yang Zhuihui broke off a tile and threw it around the corner. One servant rushed over to see, and the other took a few steps forward as well. Yang Zhuihui quietly jumped down, pushed open the door, and closed it behind him.

The servant hurriedly turned around, sweat beading on his face. He seemed to have heard a sound inside, but dared not go in to see what was happening, so he pretended not to hear anything.

Yang Zhuihui looked at the corpse covered with a white sheet on the ground, feeling a little scared, but also wanting to see the masterpiece of the "flower-picking demon." He mustered his courage and pulled the white sheet back a little, revealing bound feet, cloth shoes still on, with a few bloodstains. The skin on her calves was delicate; it seemed this woman's skin was exceptionally good. He lifted it further, staring at her shapely thighs for a while, confirming that this girl's figure was definitely excellent, and her breasts were high and firm. He guessed that it was because of her good figure that she was raped to death by the "flower-picking demon." But why call the perpetrator a "flower-picking demon" instead of a "flower-picking thief"?

Presumably, this was a naked corpse, and Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but have a fleeting urge to commit necrophilia.

With immense excitement, Yang Zhuihui simply lifted the white cloth.

"Ah!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out in surprise, quickly covering his mouth, nearly wetting himself in fright.

"Did you hear any strange noises?"

a servant hurriedly asked.

"No,"

another replied, though he had actually heard some.

"Hmm, me neither."

Yang Zhuihui's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; his stomach churned, and he almost vomited up his dinner.

(This is fucking inhuman! If you're going to rape someone, why make it so disgusting!

It's definitely a naked corpse, even the intestines are sticking out. The genitals look like they've been stretched open by something huge, the uterus is ruptured, and the swollen, bloody intestines hang from the waist. Every inch of the upper body's skin is torn apart, and the breasts are shriveled, as if they've been forcibly pressed into the chest cavity.

Seeing this, Yang Zhuihui truly lost his appetite. He quickly covered the body with a white sheet, feeling somewhat dazed.

Yang Zhuihui patted his chest, panting heavily, utterly unable to believe that a man could do such a disgusting thing. If you're going to rape someone and then kill them, why go to such lengths? Even tearing apart the genitals that were meant to please a man.

Yang Zhuihui now finally understood why the murderer was called the "flower-picking demon." He gagged, feeling a sour taste in his mouth, and spat twice on the ground.

"Did you hear the sound of spitting?"

a servant asked, turning his head.

"No.")

"Probably not."

Hearing the two sounds from inside the room, the two servants were uneasy, fearing that the maid might rise from the dead, and that would be disastrous.

Knowing that the servants outside were cowards, Yang Zhuihui simply opened the door and said in a effeminate voice, "Come in and have some fun, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"Ah!"

Two screams assaulted Yang Zhuihui's eardrums, and when the screams stopped, the two servants had already fainted.

"This is fun."

Muttering to himself, Yang Zhuihui had already left the room. After glancing at the corpse a few more times, Yang Zhuihui decisively closed the door.

Just as he was about to leave, a sword aura suddenly came from behind him!

Yang Zhuihui knew something was wrong. He twisted his left foot and quickly dodged the sword aura, taking a few steps back. Turning his head, he saw a man in blue robes, about his age, holding a divine eagle and lifting him up. He was quite handsome, but there was a scar on the corner of his lip, and the newly grown flesh protruded, causing his upper lip to turn upwards. Otherwise, he would definitely be an extremely handsome man! It was precisely because of this that Yang Zhuihui had a deeper impression of him.

"So you're the Flower-Picking Demon?"

the man in blue shouted, his voice almost androgynous, seemingly incongruous with his stubble. Without the stubble, Yang Zhuihui would have definitely mistaken him for a eunuch; given his high martial arts skills, he must at least be the chief eunuch!

Yang Zhuihui had intended to compliment him on his good looks, only his mouth was a bit ugly, but the man's words were hurtful, and Yang Zhuihui was a little annoyed. He laughed, "You don't need to frame me with that ugly mouth if you can't catch the Flower-Picking Demon, do you? How do I look like the Flower-Picking Demon to you?"

"If not, why are you here?"

The man in blue shifted his feet slightly, making it easier to attack.

"I'm just bored and came here to take a look, maybe to vomit something. Is that not allowed?"

Yang Zhuihui said disdainfully.

"Insolence!"

the man in blue roared and attacked, moving like a wild horse, his sword flashing like lightning. A sense of oppression made Yang Zhuihui somewhat taken aback.

Yang Zhuihui hadn't brought any weapons, so he casually plucked a newly blossoming sapling, infused it with internal energy to increase its resilience, and forcefully struck the man in blue's sword. With a swift movement, the sapling coiled around the blade like a snake, and with a cold laugh, Yang Zhuihui easily disarmed the man in blue.

Clang!

The cold sword fell to the ground.

"I don't have time to play with you, I need to go back to sleep."

Yang Zhuihui tossed aside the sapling, clapped his hands, smiled contemptuously, and was about to walk away when the man in blue sprinted after him, his fist already aimed at the back of Yang Zhuihui's head.

Yang Zhuihui grabbed the man's fist with one hand, intending to use his internal energy to shake off this arrogant man, but felt his hand instantly go numb. He hurriedly retreated, his body pressed against a pillar. Looking at his hand, he saw four bluish-black marks spreading, indicating he had been poisoned. Yang Zhuihui quickly sealed the Pianli acupoint on his wrist to prevent the poison from spreading.

"I am Xia Shaofeng, the Poison Fist Master! The personal bodyguard of Minister of Rites Xu Jie!"

The man in blue seemed quite proud. He paused, then continued, "How dare you, a coward

, shout like that?" "You've got some nerve!"

Yang Zhuihui said angrily. Fortunately, his other hand was still free to move, or he would have been caught red-handed.

"Protecting the Minister of Rites' safety is my duty, Xia Shaofeng, no matter the means!"

Xia Shaofeng had already picked up his longsword and said, "Surrender now, or you will be killed without mercy!"

"You think you can catch me? My right hand is useless now, but I can still kill you with my left!"

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, Xu Jie, who had already left, suddenly appeared with two guards. He looked Yang Zhuihui up and down and asked, "Young brother, why have you trespassed into my residence?"

Seeing that it was Xu Jie, Yang Zhuihui cupped his hands and said, "I am Yang Zhuihui. I came from Dushi City, passing through the capital. I heard that the Minister's servant had died suddenly, so I came to investigate. Then I had a misunderstanding with this Brother Xia."

"What misunderstanding! You flower-picking devil!"

Xia Shaofeng shouted.

"Shaofeng, don't say too much. I have my own judgment."

Xu Jie suddenly asked, "Are you Yang Guo, the one who saved General Guo Jing?"

"That is indeed me."

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

"How are Guo Jing and his wife doing?"

Xu Jie asked.

"They're all doing well, but they're busy guarding Dushi City day and night. They asked me to give them their regards."

"Hehe, how are their sons?"

Xu Jie asked again.

"Only two daughters, no sons."

Yang Zhuihui blurted out, then realized that Xu Jie was testing whether he was really Yang Guo. It seems that people who have been in the court for a long time are really cunning and shrewd. You have to be careful not to be tricked by him at any time.

"Hehe, this old man was confused. Shaofeng, this is one of our own. Aren't you going to apologize? Quickly, bring out the antidote."

Xu Jie walked over very enthusiastically, grasped Yang Zhuihui's still relatively normal left hand, and said with a beaming smile, "I have long heard of Brother Yang's resourcefulness and wisdom. He single-handedly scared away the Tatars and then rescued the general on horseback. And at such a young age, he is truly a pillar of the nation. It is an honor to meet you."

"You are too kind, Minister. I am but a mere warrior."

Yang Zhuihui said politely. Feeling Xu Jie's withered hands stroking the back of his hand, Yang Zhuihui wondered if Xu Jie was gay. Why was he touching him for so long and not letting go?

"Quickly prepare some wine and food. I want to have a good drink with Brother Yang."

Xu Jie urged, then looked at Xia Shaofeng and urged, "Shaofeng, quickly bring out the antidote!"

Xia Shaofeng was unwilling, but he still obediently brought out the antidote and let Yang Zhuihui take it.

"Shaofeng once mentioned you to me, saying you're a great hero, and he's only able to protect this old man in the mansion, which makes him very uncomfortable, hehe."

Xia Shaofeng quickly turned his head to the side and said coldly, "I never said that."

"It's alright, I'm used to being idolized."

Yang Zhuihui said shamelessly.

Walking towards the dining room, Xu Jie asked this and that, making Yang Zhuihui a little unable to answer.

"Where is Miss?"

Xu Jie, who was already sitting at the dining table, asked the maid.

"Miss is not feeling well and is resting, she doesn't need to eat."

Chapter 050, Pouting Lips

"And where is Young Master?"

"Young Master has already gone out."

"That good-for-nothing child!"

Xu Jie sighed.

"Young men are full of vigor, it's inevitable that they'll act impulsively."

Yang Zhuihui teased.

“A single misstep can lead to eternal regret. I don’t want him to go down the wrong path, because it will be difficult to turn back.”

Xu Jie waved his hand, and his servants filled the three of them with wine. He said, “Drunken Fragrance, I haven’t tasted it for years. Today, let’s drink it down with Brother Yang!”

As he finished speaking, he raised his wine cup.

Yang Zhuihui raised his cup as well. Seeing that Xia Shaofeng’s face was pale, he said, “Brother Poison Fist, let’s drink together.”

Out of respect for Xu Jie, Xia Shaofeng had no

choice but to raise his cup. The dishes were served one after another, but Yang Zhuihui had no appetite at all. Looking at the big fish and meat, Yang Zhuihui immediately thought of the gruesome sight of naked corpses. Looking at the duck intestines, Yang Zhuihui felt like vomiting. He patted his chest and put down his chopsticks.

“Is it that the dishes are not to Brother Yang’s liking?”

Xu Jie asked.

“No, it’s just that thinking about the death of that maid, I have no appetite at all.”

Yang Zhuihui didn’t beat around the bush with Xu Jie.

Xu Jie put down his chopsticks and sighed, "In less than ten days, four maids have died in the manor, causing chaos throughout the household. Several maids have even run away."

"Brother Poison Fist, didn't you see the murderer? Or does the murderer look similar to me?"

Xia Shaofeng gripped his chopsticks tightly and said calmly, "Guards aren't allowed in maids' rooms."

"Just formalities,"

Yang Zhuihui retorted provocatively.

"If it weren't for the Minister's presence, you would have died under my fists long ago!"

Xia Shaofeng sneered.

"If it weren't for the Minister's presence, you would have been whipped to death with a tree branch!"

Yang Zhuihui retorted without backing down.

Seeing the two arguing again, Xu Jie had no choice but to act as peacemaker, mediating, "Just give me some face. Until the Flower-Picking Demon is caught, you two should be considerate of each other."

"A gentleman doesn't hold grudges against petty people,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"I think so too,"

Xia Shaofeng said, picking up several pieces of duck intestines and stuffing them into his mouth right in front of Yang Zhuihui.

"Don't you think those look a lot like the intestines of that corpse in the backyard?"

Yang Zhuihui looked at Xia Shaofeng with disdain.

Xia Shaofeng chewed a few times, then, remembering the naked corpse, quickly turned to the side and spat the duck intestines onto the ground.

"Sorry, I should have waited until you ate them."

"Let's talk about serious matters first."

Interrupting Yang Zhuihui and Xia Shaofeng's argument, Xu Jie continued, "These past few days, there have been a series of murders in the manor, all with the same manner of death. You two should have seen them, so I won't go into details. One person dies every two days, all in the middle of the night. The coroner has examined the bodies, and his conclusion is bizarre: it was not the work of a human."

"Could it be an animal?"

Yang Zhuihui interjected.

"Without seeing the Flower-Picking Demon, no one dares to draw a conclusion, but based on the coroner's examination, it should be a monster with long claws that enjoys sexual intercourse. In all my years, I've never heard of such a monster."

Yang Zhuihui also enjoys sex, but he wouldn't kill women. On the contrary, he cherishes his women's bodies and wouldn't allow them to suffer any harm. Now that he knows this perverted Flower-Picking Demon exists, Yang Zhuihui wants to find him!

"If he specifically targets the maids in the back courtyard, then we should increase the patrols there,"

Yang Zhuihui suggested.

"I'll say it again, we can't possibly guard the maids day and night, much less enter their rooms while they're asleep, so this method won't work,"

Xia Shaofeng immediately rejected.

"Then just assign a guard to each maid. Only Lei Pi is a righteous gentleman; are you worried about outsiders making wild guesses?"

Yang Zhuihui said dismissively.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"According to your view, do you think a maid's life isn't as important as her reputation? Ask yourself, if someone is dead, who will discuss their reputation? Like that corpse in the backyard, would you even think about which servant she was close to while she was alive?"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

Seeing them arguing again, Xu Jie was a little helpless. He knew these two couldn't get along peacefully, yet they were both talented individuals!

"If my estimation is correct, another murder will occur in the next two days. I grant you free access to the backyard and the maids' rooms. I hope you can work together to catch the Flower-Picking Demon,"

Xu Jie said.

"Two days?"

Yang Zhuihui hesitated. He still had to get to Qiongzhou; how could he stay here for two days?

"Is there a problem?"

Xu Jie asked.

"Barely."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged. In order to catch the Flower-Picking Demon, he was willing to endure these two days. He could even freely enter and leave the maids' rooms; perhaps he'd have a romantic encounter?

"Then I'll have the servants arrange a room for you."

"No need, I have a place to stay outside. I'm also bringing friends."

"Then let your friends stay here too; there are plenty of rooms."

"They're all young ladies; I'm afraid they'll become the Flower-Picking Demon's target, so I won't trouble you, Minister."

Yang Zhuihui toasted Xu Jie again.

"So you have moments of fear too? That's hilarious."

Xia Shaofeng teased.

"That's called showing tenderness to women; you don't know anything about that."

Yang Zhuihui said disdainfully.

"With me here, you should all get along,"

Xu Jie said hastily, knowing they were about to argue again. "I've been at court this morning, my mouth is dry, and my ears are practically calloused. They're still ringing, so you should all be a little more considerate of each other."

After a few drinks, Yang Zhuihui still liked to tease Xia Shaofeng. Although this man had an ugly mouth, he was very loyal to Xu Jie. Yang Zhuihui couldn't recall such a person existing in history, but he wasn't a great villain or saint; he was usually forgotten by history. Whether his arrival would be recorded in history or not, Yang Zhuihui was happy, so why bother caring so much?

After agreeing with Xu Jie to patrol the manor the next evening and the day after, Yang Zhuihui staggered out, with Xia Shaofeng following behind. After all, Xu Jie had ordered him to escort Yang Zhuihui back to the inn.

After walking for a while, Yang Zhuihui stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Shaofeng asked coldly.

"What should I call you from now on? If I just call you Poison Fist, it'll reveal your identity, and next time you fight someone, no one will want to take your punch."

Yang Zhuihui burped.

"Whatever you want, I don't care."

"Let me think."

Yang Zhuihui spun around three times, pointed at Xia Shaofeng's mouth, and said, "Then I'll call you Upturned Mouth from now on, what do you think?"

"Whatever!"

Xia Shaofeng wanted to punch Yang Zhuihui. Thinking that his idol was mocking him like this, Xia Shaofeng felt that he really shouldn't have told the Minister that he admired Yang Zhuihui.

"Upturned Mouth."

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"What is it?"

"Upturned Mouth."

Yang Zhuihui shouted again.

"What do you want?"

"Upturned Mouth."

Yang Zhuihui shouted for the third time.

"What's wrong?"

"Pouty Lips."

Xia Shaofeng felt a tightness in his chest, wanting to punch Yang Zhuihui a few times, but he held back because Yang Zhuihui was favored by the Minister and would definitely help him bring down Yan Song and his son later.

After entering the inn, Yang Zhuihui turned back and smiled at Xia Shaofeng, saying, "Pouty Lips, thank you for bringing me back. Tomorrow night, let's go to the maids' rooms and see what they're wearing."

"I won't be as shameless as you!"

Xia Shaofeng said, turning back.

Going up to the second floor, Yang Zhuihui wandered between three rooms. The leftmost room was for the coachman and himself, which he didn't bother to go in; the middle room was for the busty sisters; and the rightmost room was for Third Sister and Guo Fu.

Feeling drunk, Yang Zhuihui wanted to flirt with Guo Fu, but knowing that this was the capital, it would be easy for Guo Fu to escape, and he would have to go to a deserted place to flirt with her. So he pushed open the door to the busty sisters' room, went in, and closed the door behind him.

The busty sisters were already asleep, their breathing steady, embracing each other, their four large breasts pressed together, the flesh overflowing, igniting Yang Zhuihui's lust.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Zhuihui reached out and stroked Xiaoyue's jade-like body lying on the outside. Even through the sheet, the feel was still so wonderful. Yang Zhuihui simply lifted the sheet, looking at Xiaoyue's snowy buttocks. Her white, semi-transparent thong pressed tightly against her fertile mound, her two pink labia

barely visible. Because she was lying on her side, her thighs were pressed together, highlighting the mound, making it appear even more fertile. Yang Zhuihui, who had been drinking, only wanted to release his lust, so he pressed his hand directly into Xiaoyue's mound, gently sliding it.

"Hmm?"

Xiaoyue was startled awake. Seeing the lecherous Yang Zhuihui, she breathed a sigh of relief, continuing to hug her sister without saying much; she was always silent.

Yang Zhuihui's hand moved faster and faster, and Xiaoyue's breathing quickened as well. She writhed gently, her body like a snake, trying to find a quiet position to experience the tingling sensation in her lower body, not wanting to wake her sleeping sister.

Yang Zhuihui pulled down her thong, looking at her glistening vulva, already adorned with honey-like fluid, and couldn't resist leaning down to kiss it, gently sucking, swallowing all of Xiaoyue's sweet nectar.

"Mmm..."

Xiaoyue groaned.

"What's wrong?"

Shi Le asked with her eyes closed.

"It's nothing, sister."

Xiao Yue's face was a little red. For some reason, she didn't dare to tell her sister that Yang Zhuihui was kissing her vulva.

Yang Zhuihui pressed his hand on Xiao Yue's snowy buttocks, and Xiao Yue obediently pressed her left leg onto her sister's thigh, trying to expose her lower body to Yang Zhuihui's eyes.

Yang Zhuihui slowly pulled down Xiao Yue's honey-scented thong, down to her thighs, and removed her lower garments. His erect penis was ready to enter.

Yang Zhuihui touched Xiao Yue's vulva, smeared honey on the glans, and used the power of the mermaid's vaginal fluid to make his penis even harder. Then he lay down behind Xiao Yue.

Afraid of waking Shi Le, this sexually aroused woman, Yang Zhuihui didn't touch Xiao Yue's large breasts, but instead held his penis and hovered around the entrance of Xiao Yue's vulva.

Xiaoyue felt hot all over, yet dared not make a sound. This almost illicit thrill made her hug her sister even tighter. Her erect nipples slowly rubbed against her sister's large breasts, sending electric currents through her, not just her vulva, but also her breasts, which felt numb.

Shile, sound asleep, murmured, "Don't move, I want to sleep."

"Sorry,"

Xiaoyue quickly said, her whole body stiffening, her buttocks tense, seemingly anticipating Yang Zhuihui's penetration. Remembering the excruciating pain of being deflowered by Yang Zhuihui that day, Xiaoyue felt a bit scared.

After sufficient foreplay, Yang Zhuihui slowly thrust his hips, his penis squeezing into Xiaoyue's vagina. To prevent Xiaoyue from crying out, Yang Zhuihui moved very slowly, and began kissing Xiaoyue's earlobe, further stimulating her desire.

Her labia were squeezed into an O-shape by the penis, tightly sucking on it, as if resisting its invasion. Xiaoyue felt both pain and itchiness, and was somewhat lost in the moment.

When most of the erotic dragon had penetrated Xiaoyue's honey hole, the glans had already reached her clitoris. After resting for a moment, Yang Zhuihui began to slowly thrust. No matter how slow, the narrow honey hole couldn't withstand the raging erotic dragon, so the owner of the honey hole couldn't help but moan.

Chapter 051, Intimacy in Bed

"Ugh... ugh... um... oh..."

Shi Le opened her eyes, not yet seeing Yang Zhuihui pressed against her sister's back. Looking at Xiaoyue's intoxicated appearance, Shi Le asked, "Xiaoyue, why are you so excited?"

"Nothing..."

Xiaoyue moaned, her cheeks flushed, her expression dazed, and she hugged her sister even tighter.

"Then go to sleep, we still have to travel tomorrow."

Shi Le was indeed very tired, so she closed her eyes and continued to sleep. At this moment, a hand caressed her plump buttocks. Shi Le didn't know it was Yang Zhuihui, but thought it was her sister, and whispered, "Have you been corrupted by him? You even dare to touch your sister."

"Sister is very soft."

Xiaoyue knew it was Yang Zhuihui touching her sister, but dared not say it directly, so she had to admit it.

“Our mermaid skin absorbs the essence of water, so it’s naturally very soft, you know that.”

Feeling Xiaoyue’s hand moving along her buttocks towards her private area, Shi Le opened her eyes again and said lazily, “Can’t you just sleep properly?”

“I can.”

Xiaoyue didn’t know what to say, especially since Yang Zhuihui’s lewd dragon was thrusting into her flower core, stretching her flesh open, filling her entire honey hole, making Xiaoyue want to scream out loud.

“That’s strange.”

Muttering, Shi Le suddenly felt Xiaoyue’s hand touching her anus. Shi Le was startled and quickly removed Xiaoyue’s hand, saying with displeasure, “Don’t touch there, that bastard Yang Guo has already penetrated it too many times, I really dislike it.”

“I’m sorry.”

Xiaoyue said hurriedly.

“Really?”

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, propping his head up, and then grabbed Shi Le’s hand and pressed it against Xiaoyue’s triangle.

The moment Shi Le touched him, she knew Yang Zhuihui was already penetrating her sister, and she cried out, "Husband, you're so naughty! You were sneaking around while I was sleeping!"

"Weren't you sneaking around while they were sleeping last night?"

Yang Zhuihui raised his eyebrows.

Knowing that he knew about her drugging and raping Yang Zhuihui last night, Shi Le was both ashamed and angry. She snorted and plucked one of Yang Zhuihui's pubic hairs, saying, "If you dare to provoke me again, I'll pluck all your hairs off!"

"Fine, then I won't let you have any pleasure."

Yang Zhuihui threatened.

"Who wants that!"

Shi Le angrily turned over, ignoring them completely.

"Xiaoyue, are you enjoying it now?"

Yang Zhuihui asked deliberately, and vigorously penetrated Xiaoyue's honey hole. The sound of their genitals colliding began to echo in the room, very pleasant to the ear, especially when paired with Xiaoyue's clear, nightingale-like moans, making this concerto even more beautiful.

Shi Le closed her eyes, trying to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep. She gently shifted her body, already feeling wetness below; sweet juices quietly flowed out, soaking her thong, running down her inner thighs, and dripping onto the sheets. Her sister's panting breaths lingered in her ears, mixed with the slapping sounds of their genitals colliding. Shi Le desperately wanted to snatch Yang Zhuihui's penis and shove it directly into her honeypot!

"Isn't it comfortable?"

Yang Zhuihui abruptly pulled out his penis, rubbed it against her labia a few times, and then forcefully thrust it back in. Honey juice gushed out, and Xiao Yue's whole body convulsed, letting out even louder moans, but she still refused to speak.

Yang Zhuihui unhooked Xiao Yue's bra, saying, "From now on, you have to take this off when you sleep. Wearing it to bed will affect your development, you know?"

"Mmm,"

Xiao Yue responded, unable to suppress another moan.

Removing Xiaoyue's bra, Yang Zhuihui grabbed one breast in each hand, climbing to the peaks and wantonly pinching Xiaoyue's erect nipples, pulling them outwards.

"Ugh...it hurts!"

Xiaoyue groaned.

Yang Zhuihui released his hands, leering, "Where does it hurt?"

Xiaoyue was silent for a moment, then answered, "Up there."

"Up what?"

Yang Zhuihui pressed.

"It's down there."

Xiaoyue, unaware that Yang Zhuihui was teasing her, answered earnestly.

"Where?"

"It's..."

Xiaoyue groaned again, the fullness of her honeyed orifice driving her almost mad, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, probably no less than the overflowing honey.

"Where?"

Xiaoyue still didn't want to say it aloud, so she grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand and pressed it against her swollen breasts, murmuring, "Here."

"Where is this?"

"Xiaoyue doesn't know either,"

Xiaoyue said shyly.

Yang Zhuihui licked the inside of Xiaoyue's earlobe with her tongue, whispering, "These are called breasts. When you have children for me, they'll get bigger and produce milk, understand?"

"Do you think we mermaids are the same as humans?"

Shi Le retorted, displeased.

Startled by Shi Le's words, Yang Zhuihui quickly asked, "Does that mean the offspring won't be human?"

"They could also be fish,"

Shi Le teased.

Yang Zhuihui's mouth twisted to one side, exclaiming, "Stop scaring me!"

"What I'm saying is true. Since no one has ever mated with a mermaid and allowed the mermaid to reproduce, anything is possible."

"That's alright, at least there's still a possibility of giving birth to a human."

Yang Zhuihui imagined himself waiting outside the door for Xiaoyue's child to be born, while the midwife came out holding a very cute little fish and asked: "Is this your child? Do you want it braised or steamed?

" "Then you should try it.

" "Do you want to try it with me?"

Yang Zhuihui asked. His purpose in coming in was to have sex with the busty sisters, and he didn't want to neglect Shile, after all, Shile's bedroom skills were excellent and could make Yang Zhuihui feel like he was in heaven.

"No time."

Shile replied, it seemed that she was still angry with Yang Zhuihui.

"How could you not be time?"

Yang Zhuihui's hand directly pressed against Shile's vulva, gently twisting that erotic flower, clicking his tongue twice, and said, "You're so wet, how could you not be time? Don't you want it?"

"If my husband wants it, then I'll lend it to you for a while."

Shile turned around, her two brown eyes, like agate, darting around.

“Of course I want it, I’ll feed Xiaoyue first.”

With that, Yang Zhuihui increased the speed of his thrusts.

After bringing Xiaoyue to orgasm, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his wet, throbbing member and mounted Shi Le, pulling aside her thong and easily inserting it into her honeypot, thrusting forcefully. Compared to Xiaoyue, Yang Zhuihui didn’t need to hold back at all with Shi Le; this woman was too slutty, so slutty she needed to be fucked!

After fucking Shi Le for half an hour, Yang Zhuihui felt the urge to ejaculate, so he pulled out his penis, his seminal gate loosened, and thick semen sprayed out, leaving a winding trail on Shi Le’s pure body.

“Dirty,”

Shi Le grumbled, wiping the semen from her cleavage with her slender fingers, putting it in her mouth to taste. The taste was a bit pungent, but Shi Le found it very delicious, swallowing it with a gulp.

Stretching, the already sleepy Yang Zhuihui gradually fell asleep.

Thump, thump, thump.

Yang Zhuihui was awakened by the knocking. Opening his eyes, he saw that the busty sisters were still asleep. He jumped out of bed, dressed, and drew the curtains to prevent Xiaoyue and Shile from being exposed.

Opening the door, he assumed it was the waiter, but saw Guo Fu standing there.

A moment of silence followed.

"Pervert!"

Guo Fu roared and stormed off. Yang Zhuihui remained stunned for a long time before muttering, "I'm dressed properly, how could I look like a pervert? What a weirdo."

After the busty sisters got up and dressed, Yang Zhuihui went to Guo Fu and Wu Sanniang's room. Just as he was about to knock, hearing Guo Fu's voice, he decided to eavesdrop.

"Aunt Ye, that bastard Yang Guo must have slept with both of them last night! How disgusting!"

"That's impossible, Young Master Yang isn't that kind of person,"

Wu Sanniang defended Yang Zhuihui.

“But I just went to call them, and I definitely saw Yang Guo! I couldn’t be mistaken. He must have done something disgusting to them last night!”

“I know Young Master Yang very well. He’s a rare and ambitious man. Fu’er, you must have misunderstood him. You should have a good talk with Young Master Yang.”

Wu San Niang’s gentle voice made Yang Zhuihui outside the door a little intoxicated.

“He’s absolutely a bastard!”

Guo Fu gritted her teeth.

“…”

Listening to their conversation, Yang Zhuihui’s expression changed, and he also realized a very interesting fact: Guo Fu actually believed that Wu San Niang hadn’t colluded with him!

It seemed that Yang Zhuihui could use Wu San Niang to tease Guo Fu.

After listening for a while, Yang Zhuihui knocked on the door. After receiving permission, he went in and said, “What would you two like to eat for breakfast? I’ll go prepare it.”

“No!”

Guo Fu glared at Yang Zhuihui.

"I don't want anything too greasy for breakfast, Young Master Yang, could you prepare a bowl of lotus seed porridge for me? A couple of pickled vegetables would be even better."

Wu Sanniang, now veiled, looked incredibly elegant and charming, exuding a mature aura with every gesture. Her light blue dress added to her ethereal beauty, and her tender phoenix eyes lingered on Yang Zhuihui.

"I'll go ask,"

Yang Zhuihui said, turning to leave. He heard Guo Fu's stomach rumbling and asked, "Sister Fu'er, are you really not going to eat?"

"Don't make such a disgusting noise! I said I'm not eating, and that's final!"

Guo Fu kept her mouth tightly shut, but her stomach continued to rumble, making her face flush slightly.

"Alright, I won't ask you anymore. I'll go order a few things; there's bound to be something you like."

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and went out.

Fearing that Wu Sanniang might cause unnecessary trouble by removing her veil in public during her meal, Yang Zhuihui ordered the waiter to bring all the food into Wu Sanniang's room and also to take a portion to the coachman. Only then did he call Xiaoyue and Shile to begin their meal.

Wu Sanniang removed her veil, deftly folding it with her slender fingers, and raised her head.

Her eyebrows were lightly painted, and her cherry lips were naturally red and alluring. Two strands of hair gently brushed her cheeks, adding to her captivating charm. The swaying pearls at her ears and the subtle details of her polished nails also enhanced her allure.

"Aunt Ye is so beautiful!"

Guo Fu exclaimed.

Yang Zhuihui, intrigued, asked, "Didn't you sleep with Aunt Ye last night? Didn't you see what she looks like?"

Knowing that Guo Fu had never seen Wu Sanniang before, Yang Zhuihui felt reassured.

"Aunt Ye always sleeps with her face covered, how could I possibly see her? She's so beautiful, she could make any woman's heart flutter,"

Guo Fu clapped her hands and said.

After serving the three women their food, Yang Zhuihui kindly placed a fried dough stick in Guo Fu's bowl, saying, "It's freshly fried, very fragrant, eat it."

"I told you I don't..." Her stomach

rumbled

, and Guo Fu's face flushed red. She had no choice but to shut her mouth, picking up the fried dough stick and putting it in her mouth.

"Last night I went to the Minister's mansion and saw a corpse, its intestines spilling out, just like the fried dough stick in Fu'er's mouth,"

Yang Zhuihui said, feigning seriousness.

Guo Fu had just bitten into the dough when she heard Yang Zhuihui's words; she lost her appetite, released her teeth, and put the fried dough stick back down. Despite her rumbling stomach, she refused to eat it, always feeling that it was two intestines rolled together.

"You went to Yan Song's residence?"

Wu Sanniang asked hurriedly.

"No, it's the home of Xu Jie, the Minister of Rites, not Yan Song, the Minister of Personnel. If I went to Yan Song's house, I'd tear him to pieces!"

Yang Zhuihui laughed, sipping his porridge, and said, "I did see the corpse last night, and then I promised the Minister that I would stay in the capital for two days to catch the Flower-Picking Demon when he strikes again!"

Chapter 52, Teasing Guo Fu

"Flower-Picking Demon?"

Guo Fu looked at Yang Zhuihui with disdain and said sarcastically, "Are you going to catch your brother? You—flower—thief—"

"Where do I look like a flower thief?"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

"You have the nerve to say that? I went to call them this morning, and you were the one who opened the door. You still dare to say you're not a flower thief?"

"Really? I woke up as soon as I woke up this morning, how could I have gone to their room?"

Yang Zhuihui feigned confusion and asked, "Shi Le, did I go into your room this morning?"

"No, weren't you standing outside the door this morning? You even said that men and women should keep to themselves and didn't dare to come in."

Shi Le smiled slightly.

"Fu'er, Aunt Ye said that Young Master Yang isn't that kind of person, you must have misjudged him."

Wu Sanniang said earnestly, "Maybe you miss Young Master Yang too much, so you don't want to see him with other girls."

"No way!"

Guo Fu snorted, "Even if I were to fancy a chicken, duck, pig, or dog, I would never fancy this super pervert Yang Zhuihui!"

"Not necessarily."

Yang Zhuihui raised his eyebrows, staring at the blushing Guo Fu, and continued, "Your future husband might just be me."

"Impossible!"

Guo Fu exclaimed, her spoiled princess temper fully unleashed by Yang Zhuihui's provocation.

“Let’s make a bet. If you marry me, you’ll…”

Yang Zhuihui’s eyes darted around mischievously as he clapped his hands and said, “You’ll wash my feet for a month!”

“If not, you’ll carry my sedan chair for a month!”

“No problem,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin. “If you want me to lose the bet, you’d better go find someone else to marry right now, otherwise you’ll definitely have to wash my feet.”

“I won’t be that casual. I’m telling you, you’ll definitely lose this bet. You’ll just have to carry my sedan chair. Every morning at dawn, I’ll get into the sedan chair, and you’ll carry me around the market all day. I’ll eat all my meals in the sedan chair, and you’ll have to carry me!”

Guo Fu said smugly.

“If you lose, I’ll step in dog poop every day and suffocate you with the smell!”

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

"You're dreaming!"

"Then let's see who's dreaming."

Seeing that they had almost finished eating, Yang Zhuihui continued, "It's settled then. Next, I'll tell you about the Flower-Picking Demon."

Glancing at Guo Fu, Yang Zhuihui specifically reminded her, "Sister Fu'er, don't interrupt."

"Who wants to!"

"Ahem, I won't argue with you anymore. I'm being serious. I just said I have to stay in the capital for two days, which means we can only set off south the day after tomorrow. So, for the next two days, try to stay in the inn and don't wander around, especially at night, you know? That Flower-Picking Demon is extremely perverted. He'll tear open girls around your age and pull out their intestines. It's terrifying..."

Guo Fu still wanted to eat the fried dough stick, but after being frightened by Yang Zhuihui, she didn't dare to eat it anymore. She could only drink some lotus seed porridge, which was just enough to fill her stomach, not enough to satisfy her hunger.

"Is it meaningful?"

Shi Le yawned. "He picks his flowers, you go on your way, we're not related."

"Can't you have a little more sympathy?"

Yang Zhuihui snorted.

“Sister, Young Master Yang is right. We should have more compassion,”

Xiaoyue chimed in.

“Eating fish is killing, and killing is killing. So, do you still want to eat fish?”

Shile countered.

“Yes,”

Xiaoyue whispered.

After finishing their meal and explaining the reason for the delay to the coachman, Yang Zhuihui took the four women for a stroll in the streets.

It’s said that the capital city has the most vibrant nightlife, while the daytime is somewhat lifeless. Yang Zhuihui didn’t feel that way; compared to Dushi City, the capital was much more bustling. This was understandable. In the event of a war, Dushi City had to be captured first before the capital could be attacked. Dushi City was a military fortress; if it fell, the capital would likely suffer as well. Historically, Anda Khan’s Tatar cavalry did indeed attack the capital. As for which year of the Jiajing reign it happened, Yang Zhuihui couldn’t remember, but one thing he was certain of was that it had at least not yet happened! Thinking of his beloved Huang Rong accompanying Guo Jing to defend Dushi City, Yang Zhuihui felt a surge of worry, fearing she might encounter danger. Unbeknownst to him, Xin Ai had already launched the first wave of attack on Dushi City, ultimately retreating due to insufficient reserves, but instead of returning to Mongolia, they remained encamped at Longxiao Pass, potentially launching a second attack.

"Young master, halt,"

a fortune teller holding a white banner suddenly spoke.

Yang Zhuihui glanced at the banner; it bore the three large characters "Tianjizi," with a line of smaller characters in the corner that looked like gibberish and were completely incomprehensible.

Seeing the fortune teller's advanced age, hunchback, and constant coughing, Yang Zhuihui was very polite and asked, "Old sir, what brings you here?"

"I am Tianjizi, specializing in fortune telling."

Tianjizi's eyes rolled upwards, revealing only the whites, as if he were suffering from epilepsy.

"So you're going to tell my fortune? Hehe."

Bored on this trip, Yang Zhuihui began chatting with Tianjizi.

"Let's go take a look over there."

Guo Fu pulled Wu San Niang's hand and ran towards the shop selling rouge and face powder, also calling Xiao Yue and Shi Le along.

"This way, please."

Tianjizi put the white banner aside, led Yang Zhuihui to the side, and asked, "Young Master, your complexion is extremely poor, you may have offended an evil star. This place is also a dragon's lair, the abode of the Nine Dragons and the Grand Duke Jupiter, with extremely heavy malevolent energy. Young Master, you should leave this place immediately and not linger, lest you suffer a bloody disaster."

Yang Zhuihui was a non-believer, but he was still somewhat wary of these things, so he asked, "The capital is a dragon's lair, I only came to absorb some of the dragon's aura, what bloody disaster could there be?" "

As the saying goes, like attracts like, like attracts like: water flows to damp places, fire goes to dry places; clouds follow dragons, wind follows tigers. Young Master, your destiny is extremely yang, you are not a submissive person. Resisting water and fire, colliding with dragons and tigers, will be very unfavorable for you. Listen to my advice, leave this troublesome place, the capital."

Tianjizi sighed.

"If I give you silver, will you avert this bloodshed for me?"

Yang Zhuihui asked. At this point, Yang Zhuihui still thought Tianjizi was just a charlatan, someone who intimidated people for money, then offered comfort, and finally left with the silver.

"Young master, extend your hand."

Tianjizi took Yang Zhuihui's pulse, then asked for his birth date, appearing even more worried. "Young master should leave this place quickly, lest you regret it."

"You should still try to avert it for me,"

Yang Zhuihui feigned a sorrowful expression. "

The flying dragon is in the sky, a masterpiece created by a great man. But the dragon that soars too high will regret it; fullness cannot last long."

Tianjizi calculated with his fingers, then said, "If young master can meet a woman of the dragon vein, perhaps the bloodshed can be averted."

"Jiajing's daughter?"

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly asked.

"The emperor above ten thousand men is not necessarily a true dragon; it depends on your luck! I take my leave. The capital has been rife with bloodshed lately, and I, a cultivator, dare not linger any longer."

Tianjizi took the white banner, flicked his sleeve, and left, leaving Yang Zhuihui there pondering Tianjizi's few difficult-to-understand classical Chinese sentences.

"Excuse me,"

a cart driver hurriedly called out, and Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to step aside.

As Yang Zhuihui searched for the four of them, he saw them walking out of the rouge shop. Guo Fu and Shi Le each carried a box of rouge, while Wu San Niang and Xiao Yue carried nothing.

"The shopkeeper praised our smooth, fair skin, saying we don't need face powder, just a peach-pink rouge and a light dusting of face powder will do,"

Guo Fu said proudly.

"Are you ugly? When you get married, will your guests tell you you're ugly to your face? They'll definitely praise you endlessly, saying you're as beautiful as a fairy, as beautiful as Xi Shi or Diao Chan,"

Yang Zhuihui immediately poured cold water on Guo Fu's enthusiasm.

"No one in Dushi City dares to say I'm not pretty!"

Guo Fu retorted angrily.

"Who dares to talk back?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"Hmph!"

Unable to outmaneuver Yang Zhuihui, Guo Fu hid the rouge and angrily pushed him away, walking forward.

"Young Master Yang, Miss Fu'er is going the same way, there's no need to be so competitive,"

the nimble Wu San Niang whispered.

“I’m used to bickering with her.”

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and continued, “Third Sister, you’ve been calling me ‘Young Master’ these past few days, and I’m really not used to it.”

“I understand, but it has to be this way. Once we’re alone, I’ll call you ‘Husband’ again.”

Wu Sanniang’s eyes shimmered with azure light.

“Husband, husband, husband.”

Shi Le was quite happy, a sly smile on his face.

“Let’s go. The capital is so big, I don’t know when we’ll finish exploring.”

Yang Zhuihui stretched and quickened his pace. The capital was densely populated, and Guo Fu was so arrogant; Yang Zhuihui was genuinely worried she might get lost. If she encountered a womanizer, they would be doomed. Thinking of the naked corpse he’d seen last night, Yang Zhuihui felt nauseous again.

They spent the whole morning walking, ate some meat skewers, watched a shadow puppet show praising the emperor, and bought a set of underwear for the three beautiful ladies. Yang Zhuihui wanted to buy another set of clothes for Guo Fu, but Guo Fu was completely ungrateful, insisting that any piece of clothing she randomly picked from her baggage was a thousand times better than anything in the capital. If the three thousand beauties of Jiajing's harem heard this, they would surely skin Guo Fu alive!

Back at the inn, it was already noon.

After having the landlady prepare some local specialties, the five of them went to Wu Sanniang's room to rest.

"Hey, get up! This is my sleeping place!"

Guo Fu saw Yang Zhuihui sprawled on the bed like a limp rag and tried to kick him off.

Yang Zhuihui remained lying there, his gaze fixed on the outline of Guo Fu's firm but not full breasts, his penis slowly hardening, but Guo Fu didn't notice.

"Are you going to get up or not?!"

Guo Fu shouted, knowing she couldn't move Yang Zhuihui, much less force him with martial arts, so she could only stand there helplessly.

"My dear lady, I'll get up. What are you going to do?"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"Of course it is..."

Guo Fu was a little confused about her purpose. She glared at Yang Zhuihui and said, "Of course it's sitting!"

Yang Zhuihui shifted his position, making room for her, and said, "Even if you had three butts, this would be enough for you to sit on."

"But I just don't like seeing you lying on my bed. It's an insult to my bed!"

Yang Zhuihui sat up, brushed his slightly messy hair aside, put on a gloomy face, and whispered, "I want to suckle now."

Guo Fu's face flushed red instantly. She quickly ran to Wu Sanniang's side, hugged her arm, and rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui. If she hadn't been drugged, she would never have traveled south with Yang Zhuihui.

The food was served one after another, and they began to eat.

After lunch, they went back to their respective rooms to rest. Yang Zhuihui was afraid of what the people at the inn would say, so he didn't go to the big-breasted sisters' room to have his fun during the day.

Chapter 53. The charming proprietress

entered his and the driver's room and saw the driver. She hurriedly asked, "Have you had lunch?"

The driver had been sitting by the bed the whole time. Driving was his job, and he felt anxious if he didn't drive for a day. He looked at Yang Zhuihui with a blank expression and said, "Young Master Yang, I'm not hungry yet."

(Damn it, he's so big and he's not hungry!)

"I'll go down and order some dishes for you."

With that, Yang Zhuihui was about to leave.

"No need to trouble you, Young Master Yang, I'll just go eat by myself."

The coachman hurriedly stood up. In his mind, Yang Zhuihui was a great hero, and how could a lowly coachman like himself let a great hero run errands for him? So he went down to eat by himself.

Sitting at the round table, Yang Zhuihui casually poured himself a cup of tea, drank it down in one gulp, and felt much better. Feeling a little sleepy, he simply lay down on the round table and fell asleep.

When he woke up, Yang Zhuihui had no idea what time it was. Seeing the coachman huddled under the covers snoring, he, now refreshed, went out of the room. There wasn't a single customer on the first floor, only the landlady. Leaning against the railing, Yang Zhuihui observed the landlady. Although she was in her thirties, she was well-dressed and had very elegant manners. It seemed she must have received a good education from a young age. Bored, Yang Zhuihui simply went down to chat with the landlady.

"Business is good, isn't it?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

The proprietress, who was doing her accounts, paused, looked up, and saw the young nobleman surrounded by four beautiful women. She didn't seem to have much affection for him, so she continued doing her accounts, replying perfunctorily, "Just getting by, enough to survive."

As someone who sold lingerie, Yang Zhuihui habitually stared at the proprietress's chest. Time waits for no one; although the proprietress's skin was well-maintained, it couldn't keep her breasts full. If she wore a bra instead of a bodice, the effect would probably be quite different. Yang Zhuihui seemed to mistake the proprietress for a customer buying lingerie, and reached out his hand. Just before touching her breasts, Yang Zhuihui had a bad feeling and quickly withdrew his hand, tapping the counter and asking, "I heard there's a flower-picking demon here."

(Uh! Yang Zhuihui almost had a professional habit kick in; if he actually grabbed her, he'd probably be kicked out of the inn immediately!)

"Hmm,"

the proprietress replied indifferently, focusing on her accounts, seemingly hoping Yang Zhuihui would leave soon.

"Aren't you afraid, ma'am, you're so young?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"No."

"It's not easy for a woman to run a household. What about your husband?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

The ma'am put down her ledger, staring at Yang Zhuihui with some displeasure, and said, "If my husband weren't dead, I wouldn't be out in public."

It seemed Yang Zhuihui's words had hit a nerve, so he comforted her, "Actually, you can live a wonderful life on your own."

"Thank you for your kind words."

"Ma'am, you're so young and beautiful, aren't you planning to remarry?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"In this day and age, widows are considered jinxes. Who dares to mess with them? Heh, don't you know that?"

Those somewhat indifferent eyes reflected Yang Zhuihui's handsome face.

"A widow's maturity is something a young woman can't match. Someone will eventually realize how good you are, ma'am, so if a man pursues you, you should give it a try."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, judging the widow entirely by modern standards.

The proprietress blushed slightly; this seemed to be the first time she'd blushed since her husband's death. She didn't know why; she'd previously been able to meet Yang Zhuihui's gaze freely, but now she didn't dare, as if she'd done something wrong.

"I'm sure I'm right,"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Yes, I don't think so,"

the proprietress nodded.

"Business isn't great right now, so let me teach you a way to maintain your health."

Yang Zhuihui's gaze returned to the proprietress's chest, as if he could see through the brocade and bodice, revealing a pair of slightly sagging breasts.

"Go ahead,"

the proprietress nodded.

Yang Zhuihui glanced towards the door and said seriously, "A woman's first impression on a man is very important. Men usually look at a woman's face first, then her breasts, then her figure. Of course, her attire is also very important. Your attire is absolutely perfect, landlady. Your face is fair and rosy, and your figure is impeccable. As for..."

"As for what?"

the landlady hurriedly asked.

Yang Zhuihui coughed twice and said, "It's not convenient to talk about here. Can I ask you in your room?"

Hearing this, the landlady felt that Yang Zhuihui had ulterior motives towards her. But he had four beautiful young women by his side; how could he possibly have ulterior motives towards a widow like her? So she didn't think much of it and nodded.

Leading Yang Zhuihui into her room, the landlady seemed a little uneasy and asked, "Can you tell me now?"

Yang Zhuihui's hands were itching, so he asked, "Do you have scissors and cloth? Preferably two different thicknesses, and of course, elasticity would be even better."

The landlady didn't know what Yang Zhuihui was up to, but she didn't ask any further questions. She took out scissors, an embroidery needle, and some fabric that she rarely used from the wardrobe.

"Wait a moment."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yang Zhuihui began his work.

"Done!"

Yang Zhuihui breathed a sigh of relief and showed the landlady the finished red bra. Due to limited materials, the bra was a bit of a poor quality, but because the part covering the breasts had several layers of fabric, it should have a good effect on supporting the breasts. It just didn't have the elasticity of a modern bra, and there were no clasps; the two shoulder straps had to be tied together.

The landlady didn't know what this thing was. When Yang Zhuihui placed the bra on his chest, she realized its purpose. Her face turned even redder, and she didn't know what to say or what to do.

“Madam, your breasts are a bit saggy. Don’t wear that bodice anymore, try this on instead,”

Yang Zhuihui urged.

Taking the bra, the proprietress looked extremely embarrassed and could only nod, “Please wait a moment, sir, I’ll go change.”

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she glanced at Yang Zhuihui a few more times before lowering the bed curtains. A man whose name she only knew from the ledger was Yang Zhuihui standing outside the curtains, and she had to remove her clothes through the curtains, which didn’t completely conceal her privacy, and then put on this bra he had made himself. A strange feeling seemed to slowly ignite within the proprietress. After a moment of restraint, she loosened her belt, and her silk dress gradually fell away, revealing a blue embroidered bodice. She paused for a moment, glanced at it a few more times, then untied the ribbons and slowly pulled it off.

Yang Zhuihui kept staring at the proprietress. The bed curtains were semi-transparent, and he could clearly see her pair of fair but not firm breasts. Seeing that she was holding her bra without moving, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Do you need my help?"

The proprietress was startled and quickly replied, "No need to trouble you, young master, I can do it myself."

Holding her breasts, the proprietress still didn't move, so she asked, "Young master, how do you use this strap?"

"I'll teach you."

Yang Zhuihui directly lifted the bed curtains.

"Young master!"

The proprietress turned pale with fright.

Having seen countless women's breasts, Yang Zhuihui wasn't particularly interested in the proprietress's. He simply took the bra straps, wrapped them around her soft shoulders, and had her turn around. He tightened the straps and asked, "How does it feel like this?"

The proprietress looked down at her now more prominent breasts, a blush rising to her cheeks. She nodded and said, "Better than before."

After fastening the straps, Yang Zhuihui moved in front of the proprietress. Noticing her bra was slightly misaligned, he cupped her soft breasts in his hands, gently pushed them a couple of times, and after a few

more glances to make sure everything was alright, said, "Alright, you can put on your clothes now." Her breasts hadn't been touched in a long time, and Yang Zhuihui's open touch nearly made her collapse. She lowered her head, grabbed her silk dress to cover her breasts, and whispered, "Thank you, young master. Please wait for me outside."

"Mm,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, drawing the bed curtains.

Looking at Yang Zhuihui outside the curtains, a hint of flirtatious light flashed in the proprietress's phoenix eyes as she slowly put on her clothes.

Looking in the mirror, the landlady noticed her breasts were fuller and seemed larger than before. She was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, young master!"

"Good, I'm glad you're satisfied. Hehe, I'll be going now."

"Thank you, young master!"

the landlady replied again, and then left the room with Yang Zhuihui.

"I'm going for a walk outside. If any of the ladies who came with me look for me, just say I'm out and will be back later."

After giving these instructions, Yang Zhuihui left the inn.

"This man is so charming, I'm even tempted."

The landlady touched her face, which was as hot as freshly made tofu, smooth and warm.

Reaching the Xu Jie residence, the guards politely stepped aside, indicating that Xu Jie had already given instructions.

"The Minister is in his study. Should I go and inform him?"

a maid asked.

"No need, I'm just taking a stroll."

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Where's Qiaozui?"

"Hmm?"

"Where's Shaofeng?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Guard Xia went out to investigate the Flower-Picking Demon and hasn’t returned yet,”

the maid replied.

“Oh, I see. I’ll just wander around then.”

With that, Yang Zhuihui headed towards the backyard.

“Young Master Yang, that’s where we maids rest,”

the maid hurriedly called out, thinking Yang Zhuihui had taken the wrong path.

Yang Zhuihui turned around, revealing a handsome smile, and said, “I’ll be patrolling the backyard tonight, so I’m going to familiarize myself with the surroundings. Does Miss also live in the backyard?”

“Yes, Miss lives in Yueqing Pavilion.”

Faced with Yang Zhuihui’s incredibly captivating smile, the maid would say anything.

“Thank you.”

Entering the backyard, the room where the naked corpse had once been kept was now sealed off, giving off a very eerie feeling. The backyard was quite large. Counting them up, there were about thirty rooms on the first floor and two more on the second floor, one on the left and one on the right. At the far left of the corridor was Yueqing Pavilion, while at the far right, there was no sign indicating its nature; it had no windows or doors, and all four sides were inlaid with brass, resembling a fortress. Presumably, some treasure was hidden inside.

Standing beneath this fortress, Yang Zhuihui stared in a daze, but did nothing improper.

Upon reaching the second floor, Yang Zhuihui headed straight for Yueqing Pavilion, where Xu Jie's daughter resided.

As he approached the door, just as he was about to knock, he heard voices inside.

"Miss, do you think this is suitable?"

"I like them all, but I don't know which one to choose. Xiao Qu, you choose for me."

The woman's voice was incredibly magnetic, like gentle rain washing over Yang Zhuihui's somewhat sordid soul, causing him to pause in surprise.

"I think this one is good, Miss, you should try it."

The maid's voice was also very clear and melodious, like a lark.

Out of curiosity, Yang Zhuihui didn't knock directly, afraid of startling them. Instead, he poked a hole in the window paper with his finger, squinting to peek inside, wanting to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face.

(Oh my god!

When Yang Zhuihui saw the super carnivorous dinosaur inside, known as the young lady, he felt as if his soul had been ripped out, and he recoiled as if his very soul had been terrified.

Chapter 54, The Truth About Naked Death

To confirm whether he was seeing things, Yang Zhuihui mustered his courage and looked inside. He saw a woman with a fat head and big ears putting on makeup in front of a mirror. Her face was like a pig's, and she was still using a comb to constantly groom herself.

"Miss, you look quite pretty like this."

The maid in red next to her chimed in.

Yang Zhuihui couldn't bear to look any longer. Too lazy to go back the way he came, he jumped directly to the first floor, clutching his chest, and muttered, "How can Xu Jie's daughter look like a pig? Could it be that he has an affair with a sow? She's even uglier than a naked corpse. Luckily, she didn't come out for dinner last night. If someone like that stayed in the backyard, even a flower-picking demon wouldn't dare to lay a hand on her!"

After saying this, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly left the backyard.)

"Xiao Qu, this mask doesn't seem quite right. Do you think it'll scare Yan Shipan to death?"

She removed the mask, revealing a serene and gentle face in the mirror. Her eyebrows were naturally delicate, her eyes bright yet slightly melancholic, and her thin lips naturally red, sparkling and incredibly alluring. The plum blossom mark on her forehead added to her beauty, and with her perfectly proportioned features, she looked absolutely stunning. But why was she wearing a pig mask?

"Absolutely!"

Xiao Qu patted her chest and said, "Miss rarely leaves the house; very few people in the entire capital know what she looks like. So, if you're going on a blind date with that dissolute young master Yan Shipan, just wear this mask! It'll definitely scare him to death, and then you won't have to worry about marrying him!"

"I don't know why he came to me. My father is really something. He knows Yan Shipeng's life is immoral, yet he still makes me meet with him. I've never seen such a spineless father. He's supposed to be the Minister of Rites, but I'm suffering. Ugh, this mask looks so fake. Xiao Qu, find me another one."

"You scared me to death! You scared me to death!"

Yang Zhuihui patted his chest and ran out of the backyard in a flash. Standing on the corridor, the image of Xu Jie's daughter's pig-like face still floated in his mind. Just thinking about it made him nauseous, and he lost his appetite again. Little did he know that it was just a scheme by Xu Jie's daughter to deal with Yan Song's son, Yan Shipeng.

Not wanting to disturb the cunning Xu Jie, and with Xia Shaofeng, whom he could banter with, not around, and having been frightened by Xu Jie's dinosaur-like daughter, Yang Zhuihui simply walked out of the Minister's residence. There were three beautiful women in the inn. With Guo Fu, whom he always teases, around, was he really going to stay here? He also had to patrol the backyard that night, and probably wouldn't have much time to sleep, so Yang Zhuihui decided to go back and catch up on some sleep.

Reaching the center of the market, he heard people talking about the Flower Picker again, saying he'd committed another crime. After finding out the location, Yang Zhuihui rushed there.

The incident occurred at a farmhouse. Several guards were already standing outside, and Xia Shaofeng and a coroner were examining the body inside. After identifying himself, Yang Zhuihui went inside as well.

"Pouty lips,"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

Upon hearing Yang Zhuihui's voice, Xia Shaofeng practically wanted to slice his lips off with his sword. Without turning around, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "Lord Xu asked us to investigate the Flower-Picking Demon together, have you forgotten?"

"What do you know? You're just here to watch the show, aren't you?"

Xia Shaofeng said coldly.

Yang Zhuihui sniffed and asked, "Did you eat any almonds?"

"They're on the table, take some if you want,"

Xia Shaofeng said disapprovingly. Yang Zhuihui was a little tempted.

Seeing a large pile of almonds on the table, he wanted to peel a few. Just as he picked one up and was about to bite into it, Xia Shaofeng sarcastically said, "This is a crime scene, don't disturb it!"

A little annoyed, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to put the almonds back. Looking at the half-closed bed, he asked, "Does the Flower-Picking Demon even appear in broad daylight?"

"The coroner is still examining the body and hasn't reached a conclusion,"

Xia Shaofeng replied.

"If they're raping and murdering in broad daylight, I should hurry back."

Thinking of the four women at the inn, Yang Zhuihui was genuinely worried.

At this moment, the coroner stepped forward, bowing, and said, "Reporting to Guard Xia, it has been confirmed that it was the Flower-Picking Demon. The body can be collected and buried."

"Another life lost."

Xia Shaofeng's breathing became heavy, and he turned to leave.

"Wait!"

Yang Zhuihui suddenly called out, his face grim.

"What do you want now?"

Xia Shaofeng asked, somewhat displeased.

"I want to see the body, is that alright?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, staring intently at the coroner's face. Seeing the coroner's slightly flustered expression, Yang Zhuihui gave a cold smile.

"Suit yourself,"

Xia Shaofeng said coldly, "I'll wait for you outside."

"I'll stay with him. If he doesn't understand, I can explain,"

the coroner said politely.

Yang Zhuihui sniffed, then covered his nose with the corner of his clothes, pulled back the bed curtains, and looked at the naked corpse on the bed, whose genitals had also been torn apart, leaving the lower body a bloody mess. He reached out and forcibly pried open the corpse's tightly closed jaw, looking at the blood-red mouth, and asked, "Coroner, what is this phenomenon?"

"Oh, this,"

the coroner thought for a moment and replied, "It's probably caused by resistance when the flower-picking demon insulted him. That's irrelevant; just looking at the cruelty, you know it was the flower-picking demon's doing."

"Indeed, anyone could draw that conclusion. Heh, it's an easy conclusion to draw,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled, his eyes narrowing, making the coroner's face turn slightly blue.

"Is everything alright?"

the coroner asked, bowing.

Yang Zhuihui waved his hand in front of the deceased's mouth, took a deep breath, and said, "It seems she really liked eating almonds when she was alive. Hehe, that's a good habit. I also think almonds are delicious. Let me see."

Yang Zhuihui carefully examined the deceased's throat, tilted her head left and right, and looked at the almond residue stuck in her mouth. He laughed out loud, "I guess she was assaulted while eating almonds. Poor thing, so many almonds were left uneaten."

"That's probably it."

The coroner didn't dare to look Yang Zhuihui in the eye.

"Were you familiar with her?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"No."

"Alright, I have no more questions."

Yang Zhuihui got up and walked out, the coroner following closely behind.

Xia Shaofeng, standing at the door, saw Yang Zhuihui come out and asked, "What are you planning to have for dinner?"

"A feast of fish and meat, some good wine, and preferably a few pretty girls to keep me company,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"Hmph! You really know how to enjoy yourself. It seems the rumors about you were all false; you're nothing but a lecherous playboy!"

Xia Shaofeng said arrogantly.

"At least I single-handedly rescued General Xu; that's an undeniable fact,"

Yang Zhuihui retorted, not wanting to be associated with his past achievements.

"I didn't see it with my own eyes,"

Xia Shaofeng said, raising his head.

A glint of light flashed in Yang Zhuihui's eyes, and a smile appeared on his face. "Now I'll show you a fact."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly grabbed the coroner's shoulder and shoved him into the house.

"Young hero, why are you doing this?"

the coroner cried out.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Xia Shaofeng rushed in.

"Please close the door. I don't want him to tarnish the image of the yamen,"

Yang Zhuihui gestured.

Xia Shaofeng had no choice but to close the door; he wanted to see what tricks Yang Zhuihui was up to.

"First, let me explain some basic facts about potassium cyanide. This chemical is extremely poisonous. Inhaling even a small amount will kill within ten minutes. If too much is inhaled at once, the person will die instantly—this is called lightning-fast death. It can also enter the body through injured skin, which will also lead to death. Perhaps even the coroner doesn't know what potassium cyanide is? I'm guessing it's a potent poison similar to arsenic."

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"I know my crime!"

The coroner was so frightened he almost wet his pants, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

"What's going on?"

Xia Shaofeng was completely bewildered.

"Coroners are familiar with crime scenes and naturally know how to conceal the cause of death. I have a particular fondness for almonds, but when I smelled something different in the air, and saw the coroner's strange expression, I knew there was more to it than met the eye. Also, the deceased appeared to have been raped and murdered by a lecherous maniac, but the wounds were significantly different from the previous body. The skin on her upper body, where it was lacerated, wasn't turned inside out. If she had been raped and murdered on one side, the skin should have been turned inside out. Therefore, it can be confirmed that the deceased was murdered after death." She was slashed. The victim's mouth was blood-red, clearly indicating potassium cyanide poisoning. Putting everything together, a very simple conclusion can be drawn.

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui coldly said, "Someone murdered her and then had the coroner cover it up. Judging from the complete lack of struggle she showed, it must have been the work of someone very familiar with her. Tell me, who is it?"

The coroner kowtowed heavily to the ground, trembling, "I was blinded by greed for a moment. I beg you two to have mercy. It was her husband who ordered me to do it. Please have mercy, please have mercy!"

"Traitors to the court!"

Xia Shaofeng roared, drawing his sword to stab the coroner to death.

Yang Zhuihui tried to stop him, saying, "People die for money, birds die for food. It's understandable that a lowly coroner wants to earn more money, but what price can a farmer who makes a living by tilling the land ask for to make you take such a risk?"

"The affair with the flower-picking demon has become the talk of the town, and he said he would disguise the corpse as the work of the flower-picking demon, so I was tempted by greed."

"How much silver did he give you?"

Xia Shaofeng asked.

The coroner looked up, his face covered in tears, and tremblingly raised his index finger, whispering, "One hundred taels of gold."

"One hundred taels? In gold?"

Xia Shaofeng exclaimed, "How could a farmer be so rich? This is impossible! I'll arrest him!"

Before Yang Zhuihui could stop him, Xia Shaofeng, in his impatience, had already run out.

When Yang Zhuihui ran out, he saw the farmer lying on the ground, not killed by Xia Shaofeng, but having ingested potassium cyanide that had been prepared beforehand. Yang Zhuihui suddenly noticed a young woman in blue, who looked to be around twenty years old, walking out of the crowd. Yang Zhuihui wasn't captivated by her beauty, but rather by the eerie, contemptuous, and arrogant smile she gave as she turned away!

Yang Zhuihui quickly squeezed through the crowd. The young woman in blue had already reached the alley entrance, meeting a beautiful woman in black, before disappearing around the corner.

Yang Zhuihui rushed over, but after turning the corner, he could no longer find them. He remembered about seven-tenths of the young woman's appearance, but he couldn't see the beautiful woman in black at all; she was veiled in black, truly mysterious.

Having lost them, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to turn back, standing in the crowd watching the guards carry away two corpses that could no longer be covered with white sheets.

After the guards sealed the house, Xia Shaofeng and Yang Zhuihui walked side by side for a full fifteen minutes without exchanging a word.

Reaching the foot of the Fragrant Wine Pavilion, Xia Shaofeng sniffed and said, "The wine here smells so good, shall we go up and have a couple of drinks?"

"What time do you patrol tonight?"

"Come over at Hai Shi (9-11 PM), the Flower-Picking Demon usually strikes at Zi Shi (11 PM-1 AM)."

"Then I can have a drink, go back and get some sleep, and come back later to tease the maids."

Yang Zhuihui thought of Xu Jie's daughter, who looked almost like a pig, and realized how different she was. He still followed Xia Shaofeng into the Fragrant Wine Pavilion.

Chapter 55, Drunken Misconduct, May 26th.

They ordered a quiet little attic room on the third floor. The two still didn't talk much. When the wine arrived, Xia Shaofeng filled Yang Zhuihui's glass, raised his glass, and very proactively clinked glasses with Yang Zhuihui.

After three cups, Yang Zhuihui remained unfazed. This low-alcohol-content Daughter's Red wine was no challenge for him. Back in his high school graduation celebration, he had single-handedly gotten his counselor and principal drunk.

"Actually, you're quite good; you notice even the smallest details."

Xia Shaofeng yawned, already swaying slightly. He picked up his chopsticks to eat peanuts. Yang Zhuihui watched as he picked up a peanut, but before he could put it in his mouth, it fell onto the table. He tried to pick up a second one, and failed to get eight in a row. Seeing Xia Shaofeng's erratic behavior, Yang Zhuihui knew he had a very low alcohol tolerance and teased, "You're drunk now, what are you going to do on patrol tonight?"

Unable to pick up peanuts, Xia Shaofeng somewhat rudely scooped up the entire plate and dumped it into his mouth. Most of them rolled onto the floor, and he only managed to eat a small portion. He threw down the plate, looking slightly drunk at Yang Zhuihui, and laughed, "Even if I drank all the wine in the restaurant, I wouldn't get drunk. Don't think I'm drunk just because I'm swaying. Let me tell you, my mind is clearer than yours right now. I even know your name is Yang Guo!" "

And then?"

Yang Zhuihui picked up his wine glass, smelled it—the aroma was wonderful—and downed it in one gulp.

"Hey, I'm telling you, you're my idol, how can you be so shameless? Don't you know how much I used to admire you? I always praised you in front of Lord Xu, thinking you were a chivalrous and incorruptible hero, but I never expected you to be a scoundrel who enjoys playing with women! I hate you so much!"

Hearing Xia Shaofeng's effeminate voice, Yang Zhuihui's hair almost stood on end. The words "I hate you so much" kept playing in Yang Zhuihui's mind, making not only his hair stand on end but also goosebumps all over his body. For a moment, he didn't know how to evaluate Xia Shaofeng, who was usually so upright and righteous when sober.

Xia Shaofeng leaned on the table, his somewhat lazy gaze fixed on Yang Zhuihui's face, and asked, "What exactly do women mean to you?"

“It’s just women,”

Yang Zhuihui said bluntly.

“Isn’t it…”

Xia Shaofeng touched the sword lying to the side, “isn’t it just an object? You can play with it as you please, and then discard it as you please. You won’t be sad if you lose one, and you won’t be satisfied if you have one more. Isn’t that what you’re thinking?”

“Let’s talk about the patrol tonight,”

Yang Zhuihui tried to change the subject.

“Tell me first what women really mean to you!”

Xia Shaofeng pouted and licked his lips.

“I have to take my leave!”

Yang Zhuihui picked up the wine jug and gulped down the whole jug of wine. He was a little drunk and ran away, frightened by Xia Shaofeng’s effeminate manner.

Running downstairs, Yang Zhuihui instructed the innkeeper to send Xia Shaofeng back to his residence. Without looking back, he fled from the Pinxiang Pavilion. After running for over a mile, he slowed his pace, muttering, "Damn it, I ran into a rich young lady uglier than a pig, and now I've run into a gay man with stubble. Why is my life so miserable? If Xu Jie is also gay..."

Yang Zhuihui shuddered, not daring to speculate any further, fearing that in the end, even the current Jiajing Emperor might be gay.

He hadn't walked far when a cold wind blew in. The effects of the alcohol were kicking in; he could only blame Xia Shaofeng for scaring him, causing him to down the entire jug of wine. He staggered into the inn, then staggered into Wu Sanniang's room.

Wu Sanniang was combing Guo Fu's hair, teaching her some basic nursing skills. Hearing footsteps, she turned around.

"Third Sister."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly hugged Wu Sanniang, who was holding a wooden comb, and groped her body. Ignoring Guo Fu's astonishment, he kissed Wu Sanniang's red lips through her veil.

"Young Master Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Wu Sanniang hurriedly tried to push him away, but Yang Zhuihui had already bitten her lips and was sucking them roughly, making a "tsk tsk" sound. Smelling

the alcohol, Guo Fu exclaimed, "You lecherous wolf, you pervert! You've shown your true colors after drinking!"

As she spoke, Guo Fu stood up for Wu Sanniang and struggled to push the drunken Yang Zhuihui away.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui unsteady on his feet, Wu Sanniang quickly supported him and murmured, "Young Master Yang, if you can't hold your liquor, drink less. It'll ruin your health."

After saying that, Wu Sanniang helped Yang Zhuihui to the bed.

"I want to cultivate with you."

Yang Zhuihui grinned lewdly.

"Young Master Yang, please rest."

Wu Sanniang, fearing Yang Zhuihui might do something even more unimaginable and unbearable for Guo Fu, quickly covered him with the blanket and drew the bed curtains.

"I want to cultivate together,"

Yang Zhuihui muttered a few times before quieting down, soon snoring loudly.

"Aunt Ye, I think we should separate from this lecherous Yang Zhuihui and head south. I'm really afraid he'll take advantage of you again."

Guo Fu held Wu Sanniang's hand, unaware that Wu Sanniang was already Yang Zhuihui's woman.

"Young Master Yang was just drunk and acted impulsively; he won't do it again once he's sober,"

Wu Sanniang reassured her.

"But..."

Guo Fu recalled the scene of Yang Zhuihui using her sister to blackmail her and touching her breasts, and her heart grew increasingly uneasy. She only wanted to escape Yang Zhuihui's clutches as soon as possible, the farther the better. She also wanted to see her grandfather, Hai Rui, naively believing that once she saw him, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't do anything lewd to her. But would Yang Zhuihui let such a willful and capricious woman like Guo Fu go? He was still thinking about how to torture her!

"Alright, there's nothing to worry about. Go to Xiaoyue's room and rest. I'll come and get you when he's sober. You don't want to stay here, do you?"

Wu Sanniang said with a smile.

"What about you, Aunt Ye?"

"I'll stay here to take care of him. Don't worry, nothing will happen. If he makes a move on me, I'll shout it out loud. You'll hear it next door."

"Alright then, Aunt Ye, take care, be careful of that lecher!"

Guo Fu hurriedly ran out of the room.

Wu Sanniang closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed. Watching Yang Zhuihui, who was occasionally touching his genitals, Wu Sanniang gently unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and the shorts underneath. His penis immediately stood erect, its head slightly red.

"I miss you, my husband, very much,"

Wu Sanniang murmured. She climbed onto the bed, grasped Yang Zhuihui's seemingly roaring penis, opened her mouth and took it in, slowly sucking and gently rubbing his testicles.

Even in his deep sleep, Yang Zhuihui would instinctively thrust his hips forward, repeatedly pressing his glans against Wu Sanniang's throat.

After sucking for a while, Wu Sanniang lifted her skirt, reached inside, and pulled down her underpants. Standing on the bed, she looked at Yang Zhuihui's lewd dragon. Her own orifice was already overflowing with honey-like fluid, dripping like dewdrops on lotus leaves onto Yang Zhuihui's glans.

Kneeling between Yang Zhuihui's legs, Wu Sanniang straightened his penis, slowly lowering herself. The glans pressed against the entrance of her orifice, and Wu Sanniang trembled slightly. As her body continued to sink, and the glans gradually disappeared into her orifice, Wu Sanniang couldn't help but let out a soft moan, but fearing that Guo Fu would hear, she could only grit her teeth.

When the penis was fully inserted, Wu Sanniang was exhausted. She lay on top of Yang Zhuihui, panting heavily. She gently swayed her lower body, feeling Yang Zhuihui's penis sliding inside her honey hole. Wu Sanniang couldn't help but moan again. She unbuttoned Yang Zhuihui's shirt, gently kissed his chest, and murmured, "In this life, only you are my man. I want to be with you for a lifetime, no matter how many women you have in the future."

After saying that, Wu Sanniang suddenly thrust her snowy buttocks up and then sat down forcefully.

*Splat! *

The lustful dragon forcefully pushed open her wet flower core.

"Ah!"

Wu Sanniang couldn't help but cry out, then covered her mouth and began to thrust her snowy buttocks at a certain frequency, enjoying this illicit sexual stimulation.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Wu Sanniang reached orgasm under the stimulation of this illicit pleasure. Honey mixed with vaginal fluid gushed out from the point of contact, splashing onto Yang Zhuihui's pubic hair.

"I can't take it anymore,"

Wu Sanniang gasped, hugging Yang Zhuihui tightly. Yang Zhuihui, however, was still fast asleep, completely unaware that Wu Sanniang had reached orgasm.

After a moment of tenderness, Wu Sanniang raised her snowy buttocks again, letting Yang Zhuihui's seemingly even harder penis slide out of her honey hole. Her orgasm had just ended, and the penis, still filling her honey hole, was rubbing against her flesh. Wu Sanniang was almost driven to death by Yang Zhuihui. Only then did she realize the significance of Yang Zhuihui in her life. If it weren't for Yang Zhuihui's appearance, she would probably have lived out her days alone at Jingyue Lake. It was because of her momentary kindness that Yang Zhuihui began a completely different life of hunting for women!

After wiping her wet lower body clean, Wu Sanniang put on her underpants, got out of bed, and combed her already disheveled hair. After making sure there were no flaws, Wu Sanniang sat on the edge of the bed again and lowered her head to suck on Yang Zhuihui's penis.

After sucking for a full half hour, Wu Sanniang finally felt Yang Zhuihui's penis throbbing. A stream of semen shot into her mouth, which she swallowed.

After Yang Zhuihui ejaculated, Wu Sanniang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She straightened his now limp penis, wiped the remaining fluids from his genitals with a towel, helped him put on his pants, covered him with the blanket again, and lay on top of him, listening to his heartbeat. Wu Sanniang's red lips curled slightly, like a bee soaking in honey.

Waking up, Yang Zhuihui found the room already lit. Not knowing what time it was, he jumped up, feeling a slight soreness in his penis. Not knowing what had happened, he scratched it a few times before getting out of bed. Looking at himself in the mirror, his hair was a mess, making him look like a madman. He quickly tidied himself, and his mind gradually cleared.

Upon going outside, he saw the light was still on in Xiaoyue's room, so he knocked on the door. After receiving permission, he went in and saw Wu Sanniang teaching the three of them embroidery.

"Young Master Yang, you're finally awake,"

Wu Sanniang murmured.

"You lecherous devil!"

Guo Fu glared at Yang Zhuihui.

"What time is it now?"

"It should be Hai Shi (9-11 PM),"

Wu Sanniang replied.

"Then I'll go to the Minister's residence first. I won't be back to sleep tonight,"

Yang Zhuihui said, and ran off.

"Hey, Young Master Yang, you haven't eaten yet."

Wu Sanniang called out, but Yang Zhuihui had already run downstairs. The landlady, who was doing the accounts, wanted to chat with him for a few words to thank him for making the bra, but

before she could even open her mouth, Yang Zhuihui had already dashed out of the inn like a gust of wind, heading towards the Minister's Mansion. Rushing into the mansion, Yang Zhuihui asked Xia Shaofeng where he was. Knowing that Xia Shaofeng was patrolling the backyard, he ran there as well. He saw Xia Shaofeng discussing patrol details with two guards.

After he finished speaking, Yang Zhuihui stepped forward and asked, "Am I late?"

"Not bad."

Xia Shaofeng looked Yang Zhuihui up and down and asked, "Why didn't you bring a weapon? Are you planning to fight the Flower-Picking Demon with a tree branch?"

Chapter 56, Hug Me! Torture Me!

"I don't think I have a weapon. I used to have one, but I don't know where it is now. It was a good sword; now I don't even look at ordinary ones, like yours,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"Hmph!"

Xia Shaofeng snorted coldly and said, "Go patrol the second floor."

Thinking of the pig-like young lady, Yang Zhuihui shuddered and said, "I'll patrol the first floor!"

"You're too late. The patrol areas have already been assigned. Take it easy and patrol the second floor. If you find anything unusual on the first floor, remember to report it. Okay, I'm continuing my patrol."

With that, Xia Shaofeng drew his sword and left.

"Hey, this..."

Yang Zhuihui was helpless, wondering if he was there to help or being treated like a slave.

Xia Shaofeng stopped and turned back, saying, "The young lady is resting. You absolutely cannot disturb her, and you must not enter her room, understand?"

"Even if you gave me ten lives, I would absolutely, absolutely not go in!"

Yang Zhuihui emphasized.

"A man like you who treats women like objects, who would believe you!"

Xia Shaofeng snorted coldly and walked away.

Xia Shaofeng's words reminded Yang Zhuihui of Xia Shaofeng's effeminate behavior when he was drunk that afternoon, sending a chill down his spine. He muttered, "I hope he's not gay, otherwise I'll have to stay away from him."

Going up to the second floor, Yang Zhuihui, too lazy to approach the young lady's attic, leaned on the railing, gazing at the exceptionally bright moon tonight. He seemed to see mooncakes, and his stomach began to rumble.

Remembering what Tianjizi had said during the day, Yang Zhuihui began to seriously consider it. The capital was undoubtedly a dragon's lair, but why did he say that the Jiajing Emperor wasn't a true dragon? That was practically treasonous talk! Did Tianjizi want him to become a traitor? Although Yang Zhuihui intended to overthrow Jiajing's rule, he had no intention of joining any other faction; he wanted to seize power for himself!

"The flying dragon is in the sky, created by the lord,"

Yang Zhuihui murmured.

"The dragon soaring too high will regret it; fullness cannot last long."

A clear and melodious voice entered Yang Zhuihui's ears. "It seems that you, young master, are also well-versed in the Book of Changes, hehe."

Yang Zhuihui turned his head, almost drooling. He saw a beautiful young girl walking gracefully towards him. Her elegant face was adorned with light plum blossom makeup, and her delicate features showed a youthful innocence, like a fairy who had mistakenly fallen to earth and been tainted by worldly affairs. Yang Zhuihui was instantly captivated, but what was most unforgettable were her pair of bright, star-like eyes.

Her black hair flowed down to her slender waist, and her hair was styled in a unique and elegant flying cloud bun. A purple crystal magnolia hairpin was inserted into her delicately styled hair. She wore a light purple double-breasted dress embroidered with beaded floral patterns, over which was a jade-colored smoky silver gauze shirt, and under that, a moon-white and slightly pink water lily short-waisted blouse, which was gently tied at the waist with a light blue gauze ribbon.

"And who is this, young master?"

the beautiful young woman asked.

Yang Zhuihui snapped out of his daze, completely captivated by this fairy-like lady. He swallowed hard and said seriously, "Yang Guo, here on patrol, hoping to capture the Flower-Picking Demon!"

"Hehe, it seems you're a friend of Guard Xia. Hehe, I'm the young lady's maid..."

"The young lady's maid, I suppose,"

Yang Zhuihui immediately concluded.

"How so?"

She had already walked up to Yang Zhuihui, her slender fingers resting on the mahogany railing, mimicking his gaze at the bright moon in the sky, her starry eyes exceptionally clear.

Yang Zhuihui frowned, stealing a glance at the girl who was completely wrapped up. Her profile was delicate, her lips slightly upturned; she seemed like an easygoing person. The thought of such a beauty serving a young lady who looked like a pig made Yang Zhuihui sigh. "You're so beautiful, serving a rich young lady like that must be very difficult, right?" "

What?"

the girl asked, puzzled. She was actually Xu Jie's daughter, Xu Yueqing, yet Yang Zhuihui called her a maid. It was strange of her! This was only because Yang Zhuihui had seen her wearing a pigskin mask through the window.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Please speak, young master, I don't understand."

"It's just..."

Yang Zhuihui glanced at the still-lit Yueqing Pavilion and said, "It's your eldest daughter, how terrifyingly beautiful she is. I really don't know what she ate to grow up like that, she looks almost like a pig. You serve her, aren't you afraid she'll disfigure you because she thinks you're beautiful?"

Xu Yueqing covered her mouth and laughed, her breasts trembling slightly. Even though she was covered up so tightly, she could still shake, it seems her breasts are quite large!

After a moment of laughter, Xu Yueqing said, "Although my young lady is unsightly, she has a kind heart. You'll know this once you get to know her better."

"I don't have that kind of luck,"

Yang Zhuihui shook his head and said, "Even if she's kind-hearted, it can't make up for her flaws."

"Does the young master pay so much attention to a person's appearance?"

Xu Yueqing asked, her bright eyes scanning Yang Zhuihui. Seeing that this young man was so handsome and approachable, she compared him to Yan Shipan in her mind, and found him inferior to the fat, big-eared Yan Shipan in every aspect.

"I don't really care that much, but if someone is too outrageously handsome, even if they have the heart of Guanyin, it's useless. I think your young lady should marry a blind man in the future. Anyone who can see and is willing to marry your young lady is probably after Lord Xu's wealth."

"My family is indeed very wealthy. Young master is so handsome, I think my young lady will like him. Why don't I introduce you? Maybe you will become the son-in-law of the Xu family!"

At this point, Xu Yueqing couldn't help but let out a silvery laugh.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I am unworthy of it."

Yang Zhuihui rubbed his stomach; he was indeed a little hungry, but too embarrassed to say so, he could only continue to wait. He asked, "Why are you working as a maid here? With your beauty, you could probably go anywhere without worrying about food or clothing."

"Because Miss is very good to me, so I am willing to stay with her for the rest of my life."

"What a pity."

"What a pity?"

Yang Zhuihui shook his head and said, "I can't explain it to you."

"Is it like casting pearls before swine?"

Xu Yueqing asked, her dimples appearing, making her incredibly cute, her smile as innocent as a green apple just beginning to ripen.

"Absolutely not!"

Yang Zhuihui patted his chest and said, "I just think it's a waste for you to be here."

"Then where should this humble lady go?"

Xu Yueqing continued to press.

"Where?"

Yang Zhuihui wanted to say to follow her, but felt that would be too abrupt. He glanced at the beautiful woman in the gauze dress, and Yang Zhuihui's lust was aroused; his genitals were already erect. It seems the most basic consequence of practicing the Nine Forms of the Lustful Dragon is that seeing a beautiful woman makes his penis hard!

"Hmm, where?"

Xu Yueqing seemed to enjoy chatting with Yang Zhuihui. The thought that Yang Zhuihui mistakenly thought she looked like a pig didn't bother her at all; in fact, she found it quite amusing.

Yang Zhuihui secretly glanced at this beauty, but didn't know how to answer. After a moment's pause, before he could speak, his stomach began to rumble again.

Xu Yueqing covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Miss has some desserts in her room; it's a waste to leave them there. Young Master, please go in and have some. It's a long night; your body won't be able to handle it."

"No need,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, afraid that seeing the young lady who looked like a pig would kill his appetite.

"Then I'll go get some for you, Young Master."

"Okay!"

Yang Zhuihui nodded vigorously, almost causing his neck to cramp.

"Please wait a moment, Young Master, I'll go get it right away."

Xu Yueqing politely curtsied and then entered Yueqing Pavilion.

A moment later, Xu Yueqing emerged from the room, her hands empty, and beckoned to Yang Zhuihui, gesturing for him to come over.

Hungry, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to go over.

"My young lady wishes to invite you inside, sir. Would you do me the honor?"

"No, thank you,"

Yang Zhuihui shook his head.

"It's alright. My young lady has considered your feelings, so she'll use a curtain as a barrier."

"Then… alright."

"Please."

Xu Yueqing immediately stepped aside, letting Yang Zhuihui enter, then closed the door.

The Yueqing Pavilion was simply furnished. A dressing table inlaid with mother-of-pearl held a wooden comb, a powder box, and some ornaments Yang Zhuihui had never seen before. Under the window to the right was a guqin (a seven-stringed zither) veiled in white gauze, next to which was a pearwood desk piled with several books, one of which was open, a calligraphy brush carefully placed on it. Looking around, several copies of famous paintings hung on the walls, suggesting the owner of the room was a well-educated woman skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Yang Zhuihui's gaze finally settled on the dimly lit red curtains, where a woman could be vaguely seen sitting by the bed. Xu Yueqing stood before the curtains, saying, "This is my young lady, and this is the young master I just introduced to her."

Knowing that the young lady, who looked almost like a pig, was sitting on the bed, Yang Zhuihui suddenly felt that she shouldn't be living there; it was an insult to the house. The thought of her hands playing the zither and writing with a pen nearly terrified Yang Zhuihui.

"Greetings, young master,"

a hoarse voice, tinged with a silly laugh, came from inside the curtains.

"Hello,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, at a loss for words.

"The desserts are on the table, don't be shy."

"I'm usually not polite, but this time..."

Because he was hungry, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to pick up a piece of pine flower cake. He smelled it suspiciously, opened his mouth to eat, but the "young lady" inside the curtain said, "I've already taken the top few pieces, young master, please eat the ones below."

Yang Zhuihui quickly let go, and the pine flower cake fell onto the table, already scattered. He hurriedly smiled and quickly picked up the top few pieces, choosing a few from the bottom to eat. Although the pine flower cake tasted good, with that carnivorous dinosaur inside the curtain, Yang Zhuihui really didn't have much of a appetite, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to fight off the flower-picking demon.

"Young master, is it delicious?"

the young lady asked.

"It's quite delicious."

"Hmm, that's good. I was worried you wouldn't be able to handle it, hehe. I forgot to tell you, I made all of these pine flower cakes myself. If you like them, I'll make some more tomorrow."

"Made myself?"

Yang Zhuihui felt his stomach churning, but he couldn't vomit. He quickly put down the half-piece of pine flower cake in his hand and said, "I'll take my leave now."

"Young master, there's something I want to say. Would you like to hear it?"

"Go ahead, I'll go on my patrol after you're done."

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly said.

"Actually...actually...actually I..."

She suddenly threw back the curtain, revealing her pig-like head, and rushed towards Yang Zhuihui with sexual hunger, shouting, "Actually, I've already fallen in love with you! Hold me! Kiss me! Ruthless me! My clothes are open for you! My body belongs to you!"

"Ah!"

Yang Zhuihui felt as if he saw a female Pigsy running towards him. His legs went weak. When she got close, Yang Zhuihui swung his fist and smashed it into her face, then turned and fled in panic.

"Xiao Qu, how are you?"

Xu Yueqing hurriedly helped the maid Xiao Qu up and removed the pigskin mask from her head.

Xiao Qu touched her face and exhaled, "Luckily, this pigskin mask is elastic, otherwise something bad would have happened. That young master was really ruthless!"

Chapter 57, The beautiful woman in black

helped Xiao Qu sit on the bed. Xu Yueqing hurriedly rubbed Xiao Qu's slightly bluish face and said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have scared that young master like that."

"Who told him to say that you're ugly, Miss? Even if you were placed among the emperor's three thousand beauties, you would still be the most beautiful! Ouch! It really hurts a little!"

Xiao Qu said with a bitter face.

"Alright, stop talking. Hurry up and rub it, or you'll really look like a pig when it swells up."

Xu Yueqing showed her pearly teeth and smiled very happily. Thinking of Yang Zhuihui's embarrassing appearance, Xu Yueqing couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

As Xu Yueqing's personal maid, Xiao Qu rarely saw her mistress smile, so she asked, "Miss, have you taken a liking to him?"

"Little girl, don't talk nonsense!"

Xu Yueqing tapped Xiao Qu on the head.

"Ouch, that hurts! Why did you hit me?"

Xiao Qu looked innocent and said, annoyed, "That young master just punched me, my face is almost ruined! Miss, you have no mercy on me, hitting my head like that! I'll become an idiot!"

"Alright, alright, I'll go check on that young master. You get some rest."

With that, Xu Yueqing left the room.

"This mask is so fun!"

Xiao Qu grabbed the pigskin mask and burst into laughter. After a couple of laughs, she felt a sharp pain in her face, quickly covered it, and whimpered softly. She then put the pigskin mask back on and made faces at herself in the mirror.

Xu Yueqing, seeing that Yang Zhuihui had already run to the other end of the corridor, quickened her pace and went over, saying, "Young Master, I'm so sorry to have frightened you

. My young lady is just like that; she becomes silly when she sees a handsome man. Please don't mind." Yang Zhuihui had already been terrified, and seeing such a beautiful and charming maid again almost brought him to tears. The young lady, who looked like a pig, had given him a feeling of going to hell, while this maid gave him a feeling of going to heaven. If she were Xu Jie's daughter, how perfect that would be! He kept screaming this in his heart, but Yang Zhuihui dared not say it aloud. He just said with a bitter face, "I just ran out and threw up all the pastries I ate. Your young lady is really scary. Luckily, I didn't eat much." "

Actually, she's just a maid—"

"Ah!"

A scream suddenly came from Yueqing Pavilion.

"Oh no!"

Yang Zhuihui cried out. Regardless of whether the young lady looked like a pig or not, he ran towards Yueqing Pavilion. At the same time, Xia Shaofeng and several guards rushed over from various corners of the backyard. Xia Shaofeng used his lightness skill to fly across the grass and landed steadily in the corridor. He grabbed Yang Zhuihui's shoulder and shouted, "Don't go in!"

"Are you crazy!"

Yang Zhuihui cursed.

"I'm going in to see!"

Xia Shaofeng emphasized.

Yang Zhuihui pushed him away, but felt that his chest muscles were soft and muscular. Too lazy to think, he took advantage of Xia Shaofeng's unsteady stance and kicked open the door of Yueqing Pavilion, rushing into the curtained room.

"Shaofeng, are you alright?"

Xu Yueqing, slightly out of breath, asked hurriedly.

"Miss, I'm fine. I thought you were inside. Was that Xiaoqu in there?"

"Yes, I don't know what happened."

Xu Yueqing nodded.

"Don't go in. Wait outside. I'll go check." With

that, Xia Shaofeng ran into the room. "How is she?"

Looking at the empty bed, Yang Zhuihui directly lifted the bed curtains and said, "It seems the young lady has been kidnapped?"

"Young lady?"

Xia Shaofeng was stunned.

Yang Zhuihui walked to the wide-open bamboo window, gazing at the distant horizon seemingly being abandoned by the moonlight. Suddenly

, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Over there!" He leaped out of the window and chased after Yang Zhuihui along the rooftop. Xia Shaofeng, bewildered by the situation, also jumped out of the window, following closely behind Yang Zhuihui, but struggled to keep up. Seeing Yang Zhuihui's agile steps and the silent landing on the roof tiles, Xia Shaofeng knew that his internal strength was truly profound. It seemed he still hadn't fully grasped his womanizing idol!

Xu Yueqing stood by the window, looking extremely anxious, murmuring, "Xiao Qu, you can't get hurt."

After running for more than ten miles, Yang Zhuihui had reached the capital's outer wall. Ignoring the soldiers patrolling below, he leaped, his clothes billowing in the wind, and he floated out of the city.

"Assassin! Fire!"

the guard captain below roared.

"Stop this nonsense! I am the personal bodyguard of Minister Xu of the Ministry of Rites, and I am chasing the Flower-Picking Demon!"

Xia Shaofeng shouted. The soldiers below, recognizing him, quickly lowered their bows and arrows.

Landing, Yang Zhuihui was slightly out of breath. Watching the dark figure disappear into the forest, he quickened his pace.

"Wait for me!"

Xia Shaofeng called out, panting heavily.

Yang Zhuihui ignored Xia Shaofeng, secretly increasing his speed. He had no idea what had abducted the Xu family's young lady, but the creature was six feet tall, like a black bear, yet ran as fast as a tiger or leopard, and possessed superb lightness skills. Combining these three points, Yang Zhuihui was certain he had encountered a formidable opponent. But he never gave up, no matter who the opponent was!

Running up the bumpy mountain path, Yang Zhuihui was nearly exhausted. He stopped, leaped onto a tree trunk, and silently observed the area ahead, his face grim. Hearing a sound behind him, he recognized Xia Shaofeng and jumped to the ground, supporting the nearly breathless Xia Shaofeng.

"How is she?"

Xia Shaofeng gasped, his cheeks flushed red, looking even more effeminate.

"We've lost her. This forest is too vast; it's easy to get lost and even easier to be attacked. I doubt the young lady will return. I wonder how long Lord Xu will be crying."

Xu Yueqing was perfectly fine in the manor, yet Yang Zhuihui kept insisting that the young lady had been captured. This confused Xia Shaofeng, but he was too lazy to argue with Yang Zhuihui. In his eyes, everyone's life was equally important.

He pushed Yang Zhuihui's hand away and walked forward, saying, "I want to see her alive or dead. I won't give up."

"Alright,"

Yang Zhuihui couldn't persuade Xia Shaofeng otherwise and had to walk alongside him.

A chilling wind blew intermittently from all directions, mingling with the sounds of birds and beasts. Yang Zhuihui kept feeling that the Flower-Picking Demon was nearby, which made him extremely annoyed.

(If only I hadn't gotten involved in this mess!)

After walking for a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui suddenly stopped, held his breath, and whispered, "There's a sound not far ahead, be careful."

"I heard it."

Xia Shaofeng nodded and slowed down.

Pushing aside the weeds blocking their view, the two saw a very eerie scene.

Moonlight shone ahead, and a blue-clad girl wielding a snake whip was fighting a beast resembling a black bear. Not far away stood a beautiful woman in black, holding Xiao Qu in her arms.

"Hit!" the blue-clad girl shouted, her body hovering in the air for a moment before lashing the snake whip at the beast's head.

*Crack!

* "Roar!"

the beast roared, grabbing the snake whip and trying to pull the blue-clad girl down, but the whip was very smooth and slipped right out of its grasp.

The blue-clad girl landed behind the beast and shouted, "Hit me again..."

"Roar!"

The beast suddenly turned, waving its claws. A flash of cold light, and the girl's upper garment was ripped by the beast's aura, revealing a dark red undergarment. Fortunately, her flesh was not injured. The tear was too long, and the girl in blue, finding the garment in the way, simply took it off and flung it away. The torn garment flew off the cliff, revealing the girl's delicate skin. The dark red undergarment embroidered with azaleas covered her breasts, which were full and full, hinting at boundless allure, rising and falling with the girl's breath.

"Yue Chan, be careful! The beast's claws are moving too fast and will create air blades,"

the beautiful woman in black called out, but she made no move to help. She remained standing there calmly. Dressed in black gauze, she stood in the cold moonlight, appearing alluring and mysterious. Her slender figure attracted Yang Zhuihui's gaze.

Yue Chan tightened her grip on the snake whip, smiled coldly, and said, "How could the beast created by Shao Yuanjie possibly defeat me!"

(Shao Yuanjie? That stinky Taoist priest by Jiajing's side!)

Sensing the approaching blade of energy, the girl retreated several steps, flicking her snake whip to wrap around the monster's neck. The monster gripped the whip tightly, roared, and charged towards the girl.

The girl's expression changed; she tried to pull back the whip, but found herself powerless. Seeing the monster raise its claws, she had no choice but to release it, rising into the air and landing steadily in front of the beautiful woman in black. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she turned to look at the monster smugly patting its chest.

"Yuechan, you're too ambitious. You don't know how to exploit its weaknesses. Just watch."

The beautiful woman in black placed Xiao Qu on the ground and moved forward silently. Her voluptuous body was tightly wrapped in a black gauze dress, her breasts and buttocks protruding, like a night elf. Her dark eyes were extremely cold as she watched the monster running towards her.

"I know what you like."

The beautiful woman in black smiled coldly, already lifting her black skirt to reveal her genitals tightly wrapped in black underpants.

Yue Chan covered her face and muttered, "I'll never learn this trick."

This trick not only aroused the monster's lust, but also almost made Yang Zhuihui, who was watching all this, spit out a nosebleed. Xia Shaofeng looked at Yang Zhuihui's lewd face with contempt, thinking to himself: A complete scumbag who treats women as toys!

"Awooo—"

The monster roared twice, and a huge penis emerged from its mouth, the top of which was blood red!

Yang Zhuihui almost fell to the ground. This penis was as thick as his arm. No wonder it could tear a woman's honey hole!

"How disgusting!"

Yue Chan cried out, quickly covering her face and peeking at the monster through her fingers. The thought of such a massive object killing those girls filled her with a deep-seated loathing for men's genitals.

The monster charged towards the beautiful woman in black, its fleshy head aimed at her genitals, seemingly intending to tear them apart.

The woman, however, remained remarkably calm. She clenched her fist, already lowering her black skirt, and with the lightness of a black butterfly, leaped up, dodging the monster's blade attacks. She soared over its head, her body sinking, her legs landing on its shoulders. Grabbing the snake whip, she lashed it out, then flung the whip back, wrapping it around the monster's glans. With a sharp cry, a spurt of blood shot into the air.

The monster, its penis ripped off, collapsed to the ground, convulsing, before falling still.

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, realizing this beautiful woman in black was a thorny rose; any careless touch risked turning him into a eunuch.

The beautiful woman in black kicked the monster and said, "Yue Chan, let's go. We should go back to Feng Yuan. Your mother will worry."

"Okay!"

Yue Chan glanced at the girl on the ground again and asked, "Auntie, what about her?"

"The weak have no right to live in this world. Don't worry about her. Let's go."

Taking Yue Chan's hand, the beautiful woman in black disappeared with her at the edge of the cliff.

A moment later, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Shaofeng ran out.

Gazing at the bright moon that seemed even more radiant, Yang Zhuihui seemed to still be recalling the voices and smiles of Yue Chan and the beautiful woman. Both of them were beauties. It would be such a pity if he couldn't kiss them. But did he dare to? He was afraid his little penis would be cut off.

Xia Shaofeng checked Xiao Qu's breathing, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "She's still alive."

Chapter 58, Daughter's Body.

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Xiao Qu, who still hadn't removed her pigskin mask, and smiled awkwardly, asking, "Pouty-lipped, have you taken a liking to her? I think you two are a good match, and if you marry her, you can take over Lord Xu's position."

"I don't understand what you're talking about, let's go quickly."

Xia Shaofeng picked up Xiao Qu and walked back.

Yang Zhuihui stood there reluctantly, sighed deeply, and recited: "The departing person is speechless, the moon is silent, the bright moon shines, and people have feelings; after parting, longing is like the moon, reaching the city through clouds and water, ah!"

After sighing, Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to turn back.

Along the way, Yang Zhuihui inquired about the origins of the two women from Xia Shaofeng. Xia Shaofeng didn't know much either, only that they likely belonged to the Phoenix Abyss Divine Python Sect, a heretical sect that worshipped snakes and pythons. The beautiful woman in black was quite famous in the martial arts world, known as the "Black Widow," though whether she was actually a widow was unverifiable. As for the girl in blue, Yuechan, she was probably the daughter of the sect's leader.

Yang Zhuihui had never heard of this sect in The Return of the Condor Heroes, but that was understandable. Feng Youjing (the author) had only written 50,000 words before stopping, leaving plenty of room for the story to develop. It was only natural that many new sects or characters would appear; he would have to explore these things himself.

Xia Shaofeng carried Xiao Qu into Yueqing Pavilion and placed her on the bed.

"How is she?"

Xu Yueqing asked anxiously.

"It seems she was frightened into unconsciousness. She should wake up in a while,"

Xia Shaofeng chuckled.

"Where is that young master?"

Xu Yueqing asked hurriedly.

"We're back at the inn. There won't be any more flower-picking demons."

Xia Shaofeng tucked Xiao Qu in, then removed her pigskin mask, saying, "You take care of Xiao Qu, I'm going to see Lord Xu."

"Xia Yao, don't take on so much. I'm afraid you'll break down,"

Xu Yueqing said worriedly.

Xia Yao, daughter of the former Minister of Personnel Xia Yan, lost her father to Yan Song's framing and execution for "colluding with close attendants." Xu Jie secretly rescued Xia Yao, and she has followed him ever since, disguising herself as a man under the name Xia Shaofeng, determined to avenge her family's massacre!

Xia Yao exhaled a breath of hot air, smiled faintly, and said, "It's been a long time since anyone called me by that name, Miss. Don't worry, I'm strong. I won't give up until I help Lord Xu eliminate Yan Song and other treacherous officials."

"You still can't forget your father's death?"

"Of course not! He even turned against his own fellow townsman. Yan Song is simply inhuman!"

Xia Yao clenched her fists.

Xu Yueqing glanced at Xia Yao's chest and said, "I made you a bodice; I'll give it to you now."

"I don't want that thing. It will only expose my identity. I'm going to find your father first."

Before Xu Yueqing could react, Xia Yao had already left.

"Little Yao, you'll be exhausted."

Xu Yueqing sighed and placed a hot towel on Xiao Qu's forehead.

Listening to Xia Yao's story, Xu Jie continued grinding ink, placing most of the inkstone on it, picking up a brush, dipping it in ink, and writing on the paper. After Xia Yao

finished speaking, Xu Jie put down the brush, smiled, and said, "It seems that it really is that cunning old fox Yan Song causing trouble behind the scenes, and he's even joined forces with that favored Taoist priest Shao Yuanjie. It seems I'll have to go have a drink with Yan Song tomorrow morning."

"Lord Xu, have we been exposed?"

Xia Yao asked.

"Impossible, Xiao Yao. Actually, I know the whole story. Yan Shipan wanted to marry my daughter, but he didn't know what she looked like. Under duress, he had Shao Yuanjie release that lewd beast to force me to submit. My daughter was clever; she even wore a mask when she went to see Yan Shipan that night. Hehe, Yan Shipan was quite frightened."

"Then Yan Shipan wanted to kill the young lady, right?"

"Yes, Xiao Qu was wearing a mask, and the lewd beast mistook her for my daughter, so it captured her."

After a pause, Xu Jie continued, "From what you've said, I can confirm that the Divine Python Sect and Shao Yuanjie's Shangqing Palace are irreconcilable enemies, but it's not good to unite with them. The Divine Python Sect only accepts women and rarely gets involved in the martial arts world or the imperial court. I still can't figure out why they came to the capital."

"Lord Xu, Xiao Yao thinks it's all just a coincidence, there's no need to worry about it so much."

“Too many coincidences become premeditated.”

Xu Jie stood with his hands behind his back, opened the window, looked at the bright moon, and said calmly, “Tell Yueqing not to go out. I need to spread the news that she was poisoned, otherwise she will become a handle for Yan Song and his son to threaten me.”

“Yes, Shao Feng understands. If there is nothing else, Shao Feng will take his leave.”

“There is one more thing.”

Xu Jie took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Xia Yao, saying, "Hai Rui's granddaughter is traveling with Yang Guo. Protect them well, and then personally deliver this letter to Hai Rui. It concerns several lives, so do not show it to anyone, understand?"

Although Xia Yao accepted the letter, she bowed and said, "My lord, I am your personal bodyguard and cannot leave!"

"Hehe, the capital is still safe for now, as long as Guo Jing and his wife can hold Dushi City. They have worked very hard. Alright, go back and pack your luggage. I will see them off out of the city tomorrow morning. You should go with them too."

"I'm afraid that dog Yan Song will harm you!"

"He doesn't know my thoughts yet, so he can't harm me. Hehe, be careful on the road, and don't let anyone know you are a woman, understand?"

"Xiao Yao understands." "

Xiao Yao, don't keep worrying about the deaths of your family members. You can't get over this knot in your heart."

"Once I use the blood of Yan Song and his son to appease my family, the knot in my heart will naturally be untied. Lord Xu, please don't worry!"

"Yes, thanks to you all these years, you've saved me a lot of trouble. Rest well on your way south, that's an order, understand?"

Xia Shaofeng nodded and said, "Xiao Yao understands, I'll take my leave now."

"Okay."

Yang Zhuihui, having partied with Xiaoyue and Shile until dawn, finally fell asleep with them in his arms.

Around 7 AM, Yang Zhuihui was woken by Wu Sanniang. Seeing the traces of their revelry, Wu Sanniang whispered, "Time to get up. We should set off after breakfast."

Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes and, seeing Shile's full, large breasts, couldn't resist taking a few bites before getting up.

After breakfast and packing their belongings, Yang Zhuihui and his group of six went downstairs.

When paying the bill, the proprietress seemed to have a lot to say but dared not speak, only offering some polite words before seeing the six off with the waiter. The coachman brought the carriage, cracked his whip, and the horse neighed as it galloped towards the south gate.

At the city gate, Xu Jie and Xia Yao were already waiting there.

Yang Zhuihui poked his head out and, seeing it was Xu Jie, quickly jumped off the carriage, stepped forward to greet him, and asked, "Where is Your Excellency, Minister?"

"Hehe, I've come to see you off. Shaofeng is going to Chaozhou, so he'll travel with you,"

Xu Jie said, stroking his long beard.

Yang Zhuihui's smile vanished; his mouth twisted to one side, looking helpless, but he quickly smiled again and said, "Sure, I just happen to need a lookout."

"Hmph!"

Xia Yao snorted coldly.

"Well, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave,"

Xu Jie said, bowing before leaving.

Yang Zhuihui sized up Xia Yao. This time, he not only carried a sword but also a bundle, indicating he had come prepared. It wouldn't be good to send him away, but he was also afraid Xia Yao would make things difficult for him on the road. Guo Fu was already hard to deal with; if Xia Shaofeng joined in, wouldn't he be killed?

"If you don't want to, I'll go to Chaozhou myself!"

Xia Yao said arrogantly.

"You pouty-lipped guy, you're on lookout duty, hurry up and get on your horse!"

Xia Yao leisurely mounted her steed, cracked the whip, and the horse neighed a few times before galloping out of the city gate.

Yang Zhuihui climbed into the carriage, his face still showing helplessness, and had no choice but to let the coachman follow Xia Yao.

Shi Le lifted the curtain, looked at Xia Yao, and asked, "Husband, who is that dashing and charming young man?"

"He's a killer from behind, do you believe it?"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

"What do you mean?"

Shi Le asked, puzzled.

"It's like you see his back and think he's dashing, but when you see his face, you can't even eat. Believe it or not?"

"Is that possible?"

Guo Fu rolled her eyes and said disdainfully, "Are you just jealous that he's more handsome than you?"

"Ahem, if I'm jealous of him, I'm like Wu Dalang (a character

from Journey to the West known for his short stature)." Yang Zhuihui poked his head out and shouted, "Pouty lips!"

Xia Yao turned around angrily and asked, "What is it?"

Seeing Xia Yao's swollen, upturned upper lip, Shi Le and Guo Fu were both startled and quickly looked away.

"Have a safe journey."

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly lowered the curtain.

"That annoying guy!"

Xia Yao cursed.

"How about it?"

Yang Zhuihui said confidently, "I'm more handsome than him, right?"

He didn't realize he was comparing his looks with a girl.

Guo Fu shrugged, remaining silent. Shi Le, looking dazed, exclaimed, "This young master has such a unique look. If he had a few more scars on his face, he might be even more charming."

Yang Zhuihui touched his cheek and said, "I think your aesthetic sense is definitely flawed."

Along the way, they had a lot of fun, with Yang Zhuihui constantly teasing Xia Yao. Xia Yao could only despise Yang Zhuihui and couldn't do anything in return. In her heart, she seemed unsure how to judge Yang Zhuihui; he was very strong when serious, but his roguishness was unbearable. Was this really her idol?

After more than twenty days, the group arrived in Gulin County, Luzhou. They had changed horses several times and rented boats along the way. Traveling through the night had even caused the driver to contract malaria, so they had to give him some silver to rest in a small village. With two-thirds of the silver already spent and only half the journey remaining, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but feel they were in danger of starving.

The next day or so of their journey would be spent in the treacherous Qianlong Abyss, so they bought some dry food and essential supplies at the market in Gulin County. Shi Le kept insisting on taking a bath, but there wasn't enough time, so Yang Zhuihui had to tell her to bear with it for now.

After getting what they needed, they didn't stay overnight in Gulin County and continued on their way.

The sun was setting, half of it already gone, and ahead was only a narrow path. To the left was a towering mountain, and to the right a sheer cliff. Considering safety, Yang Zhuihui had the driver park the carriage nearby; they would have to sleep in the open that night.

"Why didn't we stay overnight in Gulin County?"

Guo Fu complained.

"Ahead lies the Hidden Dragon Abyss, stretching for thousands of miles. A single misstep could send you tumbling to your death. If we stay in Gulin County tonight, we'll have to find somewhere in the Hidden Dragon Abyss to sleep tomorrow night. If something unexpected happens, we won't be able to escape unless you have extraordinary lightness skills and can fly like a wild goose. But if we camp here and set off tomorrow morning, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we can still get out of the Hidden Dragon Abyss before sunset. Do you understand?"

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

Xia Yao, who was gathering firewood, glanced at Yang Zhuihui a few more times. After spending more than twenty days together, although she had heard the sounds of Yang Zhuihui having sex with Xiaoyue and Shile, Xia Yao knew that Yang Zhuihui was actually a very good man, just a bit lecherous. At least he cared about his woman, but he often argued with her, which she found a little unbearable. In any case, she just needed to endure it for another twenty days or so until they reached Chaozhou, and then everything would be over.

Chapter 59. Seeing that

Guo Fu seemed a little skeptical of Yang Zhuihui's words, she asked, "How do you know?"

Yang Zhuihui pointed to his head and said, "Just use your brain and you'll know. A brain of yours is only used to think about how to talk back to me. How can it become smart?"

"You!"

Guo Fu was so angry that she couldn't speak. She turned her sleeves and left to complain to Wu Sanniang.

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and said, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Asking the locals if you don't understand is the most basic thing. I just asked a few more questions when buying provisions."

"Husband! There's water over there!"

Shi Le's eyes lit up, and she jumped excitedly, her large breasts heaving as if they were about to burst out.

Yang Zhuihui twitched his ears and indeed heard the sound of water. Knowing that the mermaid sisters hadn't gone into the water for two days and fearing they might die of thirst, he went over and said, "I'll go with you."

"I also want to take a bath. I'll go with them,"

Guo Fu raised her hand.

"Great, let's go together,"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

Guo Fu's face immediately fell, and she glared at him, saying, "Unless I'm struck by lightning, I absolutely cannot bathe with you!"

"Don't forget our agreement. If you marry me, you have to wash my feet for a month,"

Yang Zhuihui emphasized.

"Hmm! If I marry someone else, you'll have to carry my sedan chair for a month!"

"You two can keep arguing, Xiaoyue and I are going to take a bath."

Shi Le grabbed Xiaoyue's hand and ran towards the sound of water.

"Are you sure you want to take a bath?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Yes. I think I picked up something at the market, it smells awful, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep tonight,"

Guo Fu nodded.

"Alright."

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Wu Sanniang and said, "Sanniang, you come too, I'll keep watch."

"Don't you need me to keep watch?"

Xia Yao asked.

"It's not safe,"

Yang Zhuihui immediately objected.

Xia Yao smiled; she had already piled up a large pile of firewood on the ground, enough to burn all night.

Leading the four women to the water source, Yang Zhuihui saw a small river with clear water and small fish playing in it. Seeing that the water wasn't deep, only reaching his waist, Yang Zhuihui felt relieved. Noticing a large rock a meter or two high standing behind them, he formed a plan. He told the women not to go into the water yet, and went to call Xia Shaofeng. Although he didn't like Xia Shaofeng following him, he didn't want to completely ignore him; at least he had never leered at the beautiful women.

"Want to take a bath?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Xia Yao hesitated for a moment, then shook her head, saying, "You guys go ahead, I'm not."

"I didn't ask you to bathe with them, bathe with me."

Xia Yao could barely agree to bathe with the women, but she absolutely refused to bathe with Yang Zhuihui. Unable to persuade him otherwise, she reluctantly agreed, grabbing her bundle and following Yang Zhuihui, her heart pounding.

Yang Zhuihui pulled Xia Yao along, urging her to bathe behind the boulder while the four of them bathed upstream.

"Why are your hands so slippery, like a woman's?"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"None of your business!"

Xia Yao retorted coldly.

"Get in the water,"

Yang Zhuihui urged, already unbuckling his belt.

Xia Yao blushed and quickly said, "I'll go down there, you bathe here. I'm not used to bathing with others."

With that, Xia Yao hugged her bundle tightly and jumped down a meter or so, glancing up at Yang Zhuihui who hadn't yet entered the water, saying, "Hurry up and bathe, the water's getting a bit cold."

"A grown man like you, I really don't know what you're afraid of."

Looking at Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui wasn't shy at all. He stripped naked, even shaking his limp penis, before jumping into the water.

Xia Yao was so embarrassed she couldn't say a word. Yang Zhuihui's penis seemed to be swirling in her mind, impossible to shake off.

Hearing Yang Zhuihui splashing in the water, Xia Yao loosened her belt, peeling away layer by layer until only a white cloth covering her breasts and a pair of close-fitting trousers remained. She untied the ribbons, shook them, and her dark hair fell loose. She glanced upstream again; only Yang Zhuihui's head was above water. Xia Yao breathed a sigh of relief. She pressed her left hand to her lips, pinched her earlobe with her right, and furrowed her brows. She slowly peeled off the mask, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

A fair face with soft features. Delicate eyebrows, giving her an ethereal, otherworldly air. A pair of captivating eyes blinked, bright and intelligent. Long eyelashes, a delicate pink nose, and moist cherry lips.

Her dark hair was smooth and shiny, casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling beside her ears. Her waist was slender, her hands soft and boneless, her shoulders fragrant, her legs long and graceful. She was not an ordinary woman; her delicate features revealed an extraordinary temperament.

If Yang Zhuihui knew that Xia Yao had been disguised as a man all along, he would definitely pounce on her like a beast in heat.

Xia Yao placed the fake face mask on her clothes by the river, tested the water temperature, and found it wasn't cold; there was even a lingering feeling of sunshine. She then walked to the center of the river, found a flat underwater rock, and sat down on it, casually wiping her body with her slender fingers. Because of Yang Zhuihui's presence, she could only cover her most private parts and couldn't wash herself thoroughly.

Yang Zhuihui, bathing against the boulder, was a little bored. He wanted to flirt with the beautiful women, but he was afraid of frightening Guo Fu, and even more afraid of Xia Shaofeng seeing something he shouldn't see, so he could only yawn there. After a while, Yang Zhuihui became somewhat interested in Xia Shaofeng. Having spent more than twenty days with Xia Shaofeng, Yang Zhuihui found him strange, but couldn't quite put his finger on why. Taking a deep breath, Yang Zhuihui dived underwater and swam downstream like a carp. When he reached a drop in elevation, he grabbed a rock and slowly poked his head out, intending to give Xia Shaofeng a good scare.

Xia Yao felt a slight itch in her breasts, probably from too much sweat. Remembering she would need to change into clean cloths later, she carelessly unwrapped the cloths, layer by layer.

Yang Zhuihui was puzzled; why would a grown man cover his chest with cloth? He continued to spy on her.

Once the layers of cloth were completely removed and her breasts were free, Xia Yao felt much better. After rubbing the cloths a few times, Xia Yao stood up, accurately tossed them onto her bundle, and sat down on a flat rock to begin wiping her breasts.

Yang Zhuihui, who was spying, was completely stunned. All he could see was a pair of breasts on Xia Shaofeng's chest, almost like a woman's, similar in size to Guo Fu's, only smaller and more delicate. Was Xia Shaofeng not a man? Staring more closely at Xia Shaofeng's face, Yang Zhuihui almost cried out. The person in front of him had a very similar face shape to Xia Shaofeng, but the refinement of her features was incomparable to Xia Shaofeng's. What surprised Yang Zhuihui even more was that her upper lip was flawless, slightly curved like a bow, a little thick, yet incredibly sexy, making one want to bite it. And her eyes were very different from Xia Shaofeng's small eyes.

Yang Zhuihui couldn't believe that she was Xia Shaofeng, the one he always bickered with, but all the facts pointed to it. The fake face on the shore further confirmed this undeniable fact. Then why was she dressed as a man? To find out the answer, he could only ask her. Yang Zhuihui, however, didn't want to expose her immediately. A lewd smile played on his lips as he watched Xia Yao rub her breasts. His erection was already pressing against the sandy bottom of the water.

"Yang Zhuihui, are you done washing?"

Xia Yao cleared her throat and asked, even her almost androgynous voice was the result of careful practice.

Yang Zhuihui quickly dived into the water, swimming swiftly to the boulder, and replied, "I just started washing. What's the rush? It's not even dark yet."

"I know! Humph!"

Xia Yao knew talking to Yang Zhuihui would make her feel stifled, but she had to ask to prevent him from running down.

After a moment, Xia Yao asked again, "How much longer are you going to wash?"

"About... fifteen minutes,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

"It's alright, there's still time,"

Xia Yao muttered, then took off her last piece of clothing, a pair of long trousers, but dared not throw them on the shore, afraid that Yang Zhuihui would suddenly appear. Little did she know that Yang Zhuihui was already spying on her.

Xia Yao's hand had already reached for her private parts. Thinking that Yang Zhuihui was just a few feet away, Xia Yao's movements became a little stiff. When her hand touched her labia, Xia Yao's body trembled. It seemed that a woman's private parts were always the most sensitive place.

Afraid that something might happen if she waited too long, Xia Yao scrubbed her labia very quickly, making low moans, which made Yang Zhuihui unable to stop watching. His glans kept sliding on the sand. If there were crabs in the water, Yang Zhuihui would probably be in trouble.

After rubbing herself, Xia Yao breathed a sigh of relief and stood up

. Yang Zhuihui quickly ducked back under the boulder, then poked his head out and exclaimed, "Wow...it's been so long since I've had a bath, it feels so good!" Afraid of being seen by Yang Zhuihui, Xia Yao bent down and walked to the shore, taking out a towel from her bundle specifically for drying her body, and began to wipe her delicate

form. Yang Zhuihui witnessed almost every movement she made. He watched her rub her breasts with the towel, their heaving motions; he watched her wipe along her vulva with the towel, her body trembling; he watched her wipe her snowy buttocks with the towel, her buttocks shaking. Yang Zhuihui truly felt that Xia Yao was clearly seducing him, an unintentional seduction! Knowing she was about to put on her clothes, Yang Zhuihui quickly ducked back under the boulder, leaning against it, recalling Xia Yao's snow-white skin. The fertile ground at the base of her thighs was particularly unforgettable for him. He was imagining what it would feel like to use his erotic dragon to pry open her pink labia and penetrate deep into her honeyed depths.

Xia Yao was completely unaware that her entire bathing process had been spied on. Thinking everything was safe, she happily put on clean white trousers, wrapped clean strips of cloth around her breasts, and with a slight pull, her breasts were firmly bound by Niu Yiqing.

After confirming everything was alright, Xia Yao put her robe back on, carefully applied the fake face mask to her face, skillfully smoothed out the wrinkles at her temples, and tied up her long hair. She seemed much more relaxed afterward. After tidying her bundle, Xia Yao carried it upstairs. Seeing Yang Zhuihui still soaking in the water, Xia Yao asked, "Aren't you finished bathing yet?"

"It's okay, I have plenty of time."

Yang Zhuihui stared at Xia Yao, thinking about how she had used such an ugly fake face mask to cover her peach-blossom cheeks and almond-shaped face. He felt an urge to make her revert to her female form, but dared not say it directly. Knowing she was actually a woman, Yang Zhuihui had already begun planning how to tease her, and now he was about to take the first step.

Yang Zhuihui stood up, his erect penis throbbing, like a dragon emerging from the water, its glans pointing directly at Xia Yao.

"What are you doing?" Xia Yao cried out, quickly turning around.

Yang Zhuihui feigned confusion, asking, "Is there a problem? You're not a woman."

"That's not what I meant, it's just... just..."

Xia Yao didn't know how to explain, so she avoided looking at Yang Zhuihui.

Chapter 060, White Tiger

. Yang Zhuihui stretched, muttering, "Finally finished washing."

Stepping ashore, Yang Zhuihui stood next to Xia Yao and asked, "I didn't bring a towel, can I borrow yours?"

Xia Yao, hoping Yang Zhuihui would get dressed quickly, untied her bundle, took out a towel, and handed it to him without turning around.

Taking the towel, Yang Zhuihui began drying himself, observing Xia Yao. Seeing her flustered expression and sweat-drenched cheeks, Yang Zhuihui wanted to laugh. He slowly dried her, asking, "You pouty-lipped girl, don't you have a girl you like?" “

No.”

Xia Yao replied stiffly.

“You’re of marriageable age, why don’t you let Miss Xu marry you?”

“I’m not worthy of such a high position.”

Xia Yao’s eyes fell on Yang Zhuihui out of the corner of her eye, and she saw him wiping his penis with a towel. She quickly looked away, her face turning slightly red. It seemed she really shouldn’t have come to take a bath, and instead ran into a super scoundrel like Yang Zhuihui!

Her idol, the legendary idol, was actually so despicable!

“How could you not be worthy of such a high position? You’re absolutely worthy of it. After all, you’re Lord Xu’s personal bodyguard, and you’re very famous in the capital. Besides, Miss Xu is beautiful…”

Yang Zhuihui patted his chest, then remembered the scene of the young lady, who looked like a pig, trying to take liberties with him, and his body tingled.

“There’s something I forgot to tell you. The Minister has already spread the news of Miss Xu’s murder. Since you know she’s still alive, don’t make a sound. Just pretend she’s dead.”

“It would be best if she were dead!” "

Yang Zhuihui cried out.

Xia Yao glared at Yang Zhuihui, then turned her head away in fright at his enormous member.

"You pouty-lipped guy, do you remember that day when we were drinking at Pinxiang Pavilion? You asked me what a woman was, and I didn't answer you. But now I can answer you. Actually, in my heart, men are more important than women, and these past few days, I've developed a strange fondness for you."

As he said this, Yang Zhuihui felt his words were utterly disgusting, but he wanted to tease Xia Yao to vent his anger at being deceived for over twenty days.

"I don't understand what you're talking about,"

Xia Yao said coldly.

Yang Zhuihui's hand suddenly landed on Xia Yao's snowy buttocks.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Xia Yao took several steps back in fright.

Yang Zhuihui stared at Xia Yao ambiguously and whispered, "Don't you understand? I've fallen in love with you, and I want your body."

"I'm a man!"

Xia Yao emphasized.

"Didn't I say that?" "In my heart, men are more important than women. If I put you and them on opposite ends of a scale, the scale will definitely tip in your favor, understand?"

"I don't understand!"

Xia Yao shook her head even more violently.

"Then I'll prove it to you with my actions."

Yang Zhuihui suddenly rushed over and, before Xia Yao could react, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his hands constantly caressing her snowy buttocks, feeling their elasticity.

"Are you crazy!"

Xia Yao hurriedly pushed Yang Zhuihui away, her face already flushed, but because of the fake face covering, it was hard to tell for a moment.

"Don't you like me?"

Yang Zhuihui feigned innocence.

"Absolutely not! I'm telling you, if you do anything reckless again, I'll run up there, and then I'll see them all naked!" "

Xia Yao threatened.

If it were before, Yang Zhuihui would have been terrified of being threatened by Xia Yao, but now, the threat was meaningless. Let her look if she wants; they're all women anyway, and Yang Zhuihui wasn't going to be jealous of her .

Taking two steps forward, Yang Zhuihui continued, "Shaofeng, if you give me your body, I'd be willing to give you all of them, how about it?"

"I told you, I'm a man, don't go crazy."

Xia Yao looked embarrassed.

"Who said men can't do it with men?"

Yang Zhuihui turned around, pointed to his anus, and said, "I can insert it into you here, why don't we try it? You'll definitely enjoy it."

"Crazy!"

Xia Yao cursed and ran downstream, clasping her hands in a fist as she looked at the naked Yang Zhuihui. Although she felt Yang Zhuihui's behavior was very abnormal today, she didn't know it was because her true gender had been discovered.

"You'll understand my heart sooner or later. I won't bother you anymore."

Yang Zhuihui tossed a towel to Xia Yao and started dressing.

Xia Yao clutched the towel, feeling extremely disgusted. She washed it in the water several times, wrung it out, and then put it in her bundle.

"Hey, are you all done washing?"

Yang Zhuihui called out.

"We finished a long time ago,"

Shi Le replied.

Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao walked up together, but Xia Yao kept a certain distance from Yang Zhuihui, afraid he might do something inappropriate.

The four women, who had already finished washing, were sitting on the bank combing their long hair, chatting happily. Of course, Shi Le and Guo Fu talked the most, while Xiao Yue and Wu San Niang enjoyed listening.

A little later, Yang Zhuihui had Xia Yao escort Guo Fu upstairs, leaving the three beautiful women behind. Guo Fu, sensing Yang Zhuihui's ill intentions and his attempt to lure Wu Sanniang away, saw that Wu Sanniang remained silent and went upstairs with Xia Yao.

After they had gone some distance, Yang Zhuihui said, "I'm going to tell you a shocking truth, but don't scream, understand?"

"Go ahead,"

the three women said in unison.

Yang Zhuihui cleared his throat, feigning mystery, and whispered, "When I tell you this truth, don't make a sound. You must pretend you know nothing, understand?"

"Yes,"

the three women said in unison.

Yang Zhuihui let out a long breath and said, "So Xia Shaofeng isn't a man, he's a woman like you."

"Really?"

Xiaoyue and Shile exclaimed simultaneously.

Yang Zhuihui quickly made a shushing gesture, saying, "Shh...don't make a sound."

"Hehe, actually I knew a long time ago."

Wu Sanniang appeared remarkably calm, fastening her veil and continuing, "I thought my husband knew from the beginning that Xia Shaofeng was a woman, but it turns out you only found out now."

"Of course, how could I have known before?"

"Actually, it's quite obvious, it's just that you didn't pay attention to the details."

Wu Sanniang finished her hair and secured it with a six-inch wooden hairpin.

"I didn't expect it at all, so I didn't pay attention to the details, hehe, now that I know she's a woman, I'm going to tease her properly. Let me tell you my plan."

Yang Zhuihui put his arms around Xiaoyue and Shile, and then had Wu Sanniang lean closer, beginning to explain his wicked plan to them in detail. The three women listened, sometimes frowning, sometimes looking down on Yang Zhuihui, sometimes gasping, and sometimes smiling.

Yang Zhuihui led the three women back, glancing at Xia Yao a few more times before asking, "Pouty, what's for dinner?"

"It's all in the bundle, you'll see when you open it."

Xia Yao glanced at Yang Zhuihui, unsure what lay hidden beneath his sly smile.

Yang Zhuihui opened the bundle containing dry rations, muttering, "This isn't very nutritious, they might not like it, right?"

"Yes, definitely."

Shi Le nodded.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it, you bought it yourself."

Seeing that it was getting dark, Xia Yao took out some firewood, lit it, and said, "Wild animals often roam around this place at night, so try to stay close to the fire. Yang Zhuihui and I will take turns on watch tonight, you can sleep peacefully."

"Young Master Xia is so considerate."

Guo Fu smiled, her eyes narrowed, sitting next to Xia Yao, occasionally stealing glances at Yang Zhuihui, hoping to see a hint of jealousy on his face. But Yang Zhuihui remained calm, taking out the dry rations and water bottle, handing them to Wu Sanniang, Xiao Yue, and Shi Le.

Seeing that the rations were running low, Yang Zhuihui turned around and took out some more. At that moment, he made a small move, secretly taking out a sleeping potion from his pocket, shaking a little into two sesame seed cakes, and handing the cakes to Xia Yao and Guo Fu respectively.

"This fire is so warm,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled, squinting, casually chewing the cakes and drinking water.

"If you jumped in, it would be even warmer!"

Guo Fu started bickering with Yang Zhuihui again.

"Eat up, it's still a bit hot. You won't be able to eat hot sesame seed cakes tomorrow,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, seemingly unconcerned, already planning to drug them and do something wicked.

A short while later, the sleeping potion took effect, and Xia Yao and Guo Fu both fell asleep on the ground.

"Husband, this potion is good. I'll use it on you next time,"

Shi Le stretched, sitting with Xiao Yue in the distance. They didn't have the habit of warming themselves by a fire; mermaids, after all, preferred dampness to dryness.

Yang Zhuihui knelt down in front of Xia Yao, gently touching her temples. With a light tug, the fake face peeled off. Afraid of hurting Xia Yao's skin, Yang Zhuihui's movements were extremely gentle. It took him a while to remove the fake face. The firelight illuminated Xia Yao's exquisite face; though not a beauty of unparalleled grace, she was still quite pretty, evoking a sense of tenderness in Yang Zhuihui.

"Such a beautiful woman, why is she dressed like this?"

Wu Sanniang exclaimed.

"Never mind that for now, I need to get revenge. I thought she was a lesbian before, it scared me to death."

Yang Zhuihui gently pinched Xia Yao's left breast a few times, clicked his tongue twice, and said, "This will definitely affect her development, it needs to be untied."

Wu Sanniang knew what Yang Zhuihui was going to do, so she didn't say much, only saying, "Don't touch Fu'er for now, she's stubborn. If she finds out what you did to her when she wakes up, she'll be upset."

"Okay."

After getting Yang Zhuihui's consent, Wu Sanniang helped Guo Fu up and let her stay with Xiaoyue and Shile, while she herself sat in front of the fire to warm herself, quietly watching the obscene act that was about to happen.

After removing Xia Yao's belt, her upper garment naturally spread open to both sides, revealing her breasts that were tightly wrapped by strips of cloth. Yang Zhuihui took Xia Yao's sword and accurately cut the strips of cloth, freeing her breasts.

He pushed aside the cloth strip and stared at the pair of white, tender breasts that rose and fell rhythmically. After pressing down for a while, the nipples weren't as prominent as Yang Zhuihui had imagined; they were slightly concave. In the firelight, these pert breasts looked like ripe peaches, making Yang Zhuihui unable to resist bending down to kiss one and gently sucking on it.

His left hand had already crawled towards Xia Yao's clitoris, while his right hand pinched her right breast, constantly scraping her nipple. Under the slight stimulation, Xia Yao, in her sleep, let out a soft moan, and her nipple became even more engorged and hard.

Yang Zhuihui sucked harder, his tongue beginning to swirl around Xia Yao's nipple. Hearing her moans, Yang Zhuihui's penis was already erect.

"Masked beauty, I'll let you truly savor the wonderful taste of sex."

Yang Zhuihui's lips traced a path from Xia Yao's cleavage down to her genitals. After pulling down her trousers, Yang Zhuihui's eyes widened. A delicate, budding rose sat between her pubic bones, plump and rounded, the two barely open labia seeming to ooze nectar as if waiting for Yang Zhuihui to explore them.

What excited Yang Zhuihui most was that Xia Yao had no pubic hair whatsoever; her entire vulva was smooth and radiant. Without the obscuring pubic hair, her beauty was fully revealed.

Yang Zhuihui parted Xia Yao's labia, carefully examining the glistening flesh, muttering, "If I had known you were a woman, I should have raped you back at that restaurant. I waited over twenty days; today I'm going to have my fill."

His fingers slowly inserted into Xia Yao's honeyed orifice.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Xia Yao's moans were tinged with slight pain.

Encountering resistance only fueled Yang Zhuihui's excitement; she was still a virgin! (

Chapter 61, May 26th)

He withdrew his fingers, put them in his mouth, and savored the sweet aroma. He then licked Xia Yao's flesh with his tongue, thoroughly enjoying himself, even scraping her engorged clitoris. With a forceful suck, he swallowed a stream of nectar. Knowing he had fully met the standards for intercourse, Yang Zhuihui didn't hesitate. He quickly removed his clothes, his thick, long penis erect, and lay on top of Xia Yao's body, nibbling at her breasts. Guided by his penis, he began to draw nectar from Xia Yao's honeyed orifice.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Yao suddenly opened her eyes and punched Yang Zhuihui in the shoulder.

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly rolled to the side, looking completely bewildered. He hadn't expected Xia Yao to wake up so early. In his haste, he covered his genitals and chuckled, "I told you I loved you while we were taking a bath."

Xia Yao, seeing that her clothes had been stripped off, was filled with shame and anger. She quickly grabbed her clothes to cover her breasts and crotch, glaring at the innocent-looking Yang Zhuihui, wanting nothing more than to crush him!

"Sorry, I didn't know you were a woman,"

Yang Zhuihui argued. "If I had known you were a woman, I wouldn't have done this. I'm a gentleman."

"You bastard! Get out of here!"

Tears silently streamed down Xia Yao's face as her vision blurred. Ignoring the possibility of exposure, she quickly dressed in front of Yang Zhuihui, too lazy to even tie the cloth around her waist. She fastened her belt, drew her sword, and charged at Yang Zhuihui, thrusting the sword down with a violent motion, her breasts swaying incessantly.

Dodging the sword's edge, Yang Zhuihui teased, "Is this a martial arts contest to choose a husband?"

"I'm going to cut off your thing!"

Xia Yao shouted sweetly, her sword tip aimed straight for Yang Zhuihui's crotch.

Yang Zhuihui staggered back several steps, clutching his genitals, and chuckled, "If you had woken up any later, you would have already been deflowered by me. Then you would be my woman, and you should feel very fortunate."

"I, Xia Yao, will never become your woman! A thunderous roar!"

Xia Yao shouted, channeling her inner energy into the sword and swinging it forcefully. The sword flashed, its energy seemingly cleaving through the air, as if it were about to slice Yang Zhuihui in two.

Yang Zhuihui had no idea that Xia Yao would release her inner energy so easily; he was almost hit, his entire body tilting backward as he felt several swords sweep past from above, severing several strands of his black hair.

Knowing Xia Yao was serious, Yang Zhuihui dared not be negligent and said earnestly, "Xia Yao, what a nice name. Hehe, you haven't lost anything, so let's just pretend nothing happened."

Having lost thirty percent of her true energy, Xia Yao felt unsteady on her feet. She glared angrily at Yang Zhuihui and shouted, "You bastard who treats women like objects! Of course you don't know how important a woman's purity is!"

"Then let me have sex with you, and I'll take responsibility for you, how about that?"

Yang Zhuihui started being indecent again.

"Wait until I kill you!"

Xia Yao, her clothes disheveled, brandished her cold sword and thrust it towards Yang Zhuihui's chest.

Yang Zhuihui wasn't afraid of Xia Yao at all; this was certain from their first exchange. Seeing the cold sword coming, Yang Zhuihui calmly moved his feet, attacking Xia Yao from the side. With a flick of his wrist, he struck Xia Yao's palm. Xia Yao, in pain, had to release her grip, and the cold sword clattered to the ground.

Xia Yao wasn't about to give up. With a burst of energy, her fingers turned bluish-black, and she struck Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui dared not meet her hand; he had already suffered a loss once before. He dodged the blow, gripping Xia Yao's wrist like a vise, twisting it forcefully. With a scream of pain from Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui had pinned her hands to her back.

"Kill me if you dare!"

Xia Yao cried out.

"I can't kill you. I still need to properly discipline you."

Yang Zhuihui sniffed Xia Yao's neck and said, "Your fragrance is intoxicating. If you wore some rouge and powder like Fu'er, perhaps you would be even more intoxicating."

"I don't want to be a woman!"

Xia Yao shouted.

Yang Zhuihui used one hand to control both of Xia Yao's hands, while his free-moving left hand slipped inside Xia Yao's trousers, heading straight for her private parts.

Feeling Yang Zhuihui's wicked hand teasing her honeypot, Xia Yao was filled with shame and hatred. She struggled, but couldn't break free, and could only let Yang Zhuihui do as he pleased. When Yang Zhuihui's fingers slowly entered her honeypot, Xia Yao cried out, "No... um... you can't do that kind of thing!"

Yang Zhuihui's fingers didn't go in very deep, only halfway in, slowly moving in and out, lewdly laughing, "Then why are you so wet down there? Don't you want me to put it in?"

"Bastard!"

"Then if I admit I'm a bastard, can I put it in?"

Tears were already flowing from Xia Yao's face as she sobbed, "No matter what... um... I can't!"

"That's not something you can decide."

Yang Zhuihui's hand had already withdrawn from Xia Yao's honeypot and began to rub the clitoris hidden under the soft flesh.

"Ah!"

Xia Yao cried out as if she had been electrocuted, but it was involuntary.

Just then, a lewd beast modified from a black bear suddenly came galloping from a distance, its eyes bloodshot, heading straight for Xia Yao!

Yang Zhuihui was terrified. After a moment of stunned silence, he pushed Xia Yao aside, hooked the cold sword on the ground with his foot, and stared directly at the lewd beast, shouting, "You upturned mouth! Get out of the way! Don't become a burden to me!"

Seeing the lewd beast open its mouth and stick out its huge, long penis, Xia Yao was so frightened that she hurriedly retreated to Wu Sanniang's side. Wu Sanniang, who had never seen such a monster before, was also startled. Just as she was about to run over to help Yang Zhuihui, the lewd beast changed its direction of movement and leaped at Xia Yao, its penis erect and engorged with blood!

Yang Zhuihui knew the lewd beast's weakness, so he stared intently at the penis in its mouth. His hand holding the cold sword was already sweating. With a roar, Yang Zhuihui leaped up and swung the cold sword forcefully. A flash of cold light, and the lewd beast's glans was directly cut off. It screamed and fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Looking at this disgusting beast, Yang Zhuihui kicked its head to the side and said coldly, "You dare to stick out your big cock when you see a man? You'd better get slapped!"

Having lost much of his sexual desire, Yang Zhuihui turned back and said, "Try to stay close to the fire, don't sit too far away. You're all women, just stay close together. Tell me immediately if you hear any noise!"

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's seriousness, Xia Yao, who had been groped, simply straightened her disheveled clothes and said nothing. Having already been exposed, Xia Yao no longer needed to pretend to be a man, so she sat with Wu Sanniang and the others.

Shi Le didn't want to get too close to the fire, but after learning how terrifying the monster was, she ran over, still shaken, and looked at the stern-faced Yang Zhuihui.

Fearing the lewd beast might still be alive, Yang Zhuihui pierced its heart with his sword, only then breathing a sigh of relief. Seeing the beast rushing from the direction of Gulin County, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat wary, fearing more lewd beasts might appear. Glancing at the pale-faced Xia Yao, Yang Zhuihui pondered, "I'll be on duty tonight. You all need to get some sleep."

At this moment, Guo Fu also woke up. The first thing she saw when she saw Xia Yao, now in her true form, noticed her neckline was still open, revealing a deep cleavage, and her hair was disheveled. She exclaimed, "Yang Guo, you big pervert! Where did you kidnap this innocent girl again, and how did you ruin her like this?"

"She is Xia Shaofeng,"

Shi Le laughed.

Guo Fu, now fully conscious from fright, stared at Xia Yao as if she were an alien. She reached out and touched Xia Yao's lips, muttering, "How is this possible? These lips are so beautiful. Doesn't Xia Shaofeng's mouth protrude?"

"It's just a disguise. It's very easy to do,"

Yang Zhuihui said, sheathing his sword. "This is the lewd beast that raped and murdered many girls in the capital. We still have over twenty days' journey left. Everyone should be careful; it will appear in densely populated areas."

"How disgusting!"

Guo Fu covered her mouth, almost vomiting, especially when she saw the monster's severed penis. She wanted to speak to Yang Zhuihui, but seeing him naked with a small penis hanging from his genitals, Guo Fu blushed instantly and turned away without saying a word.

Yang Zhuihui tossed his sword to Xia Yao and began to dress.

At this moment, Tianjizi, who had once told Yang Zhuihui's fortune, stood a mile away, stroking his white beard, chuckled, and muttered to himself, "It seems I underestimated this kid."

With that, he vanished into the darkness, a lewd beast following behind him.

When the first rays of sunlight shone on Yang Zhuihui's face, he stretched his neck; after standing all night, his muscles were stiff. After getting ready, they resumed their journey. Having not slept all night, Yang Zhuihui was so exhausted that his face was somewhat yellow. He had no choice but to hand over the task of driving the carriage to Xia Yao, since she often did this kind of thing.

Xia Yao sat in front, lifted the curtain, glanced at Yang Zhuihui, and said, "Pretend what you did to me last night never happened. If you do it again, I will definitely cut you up!"

Yang Zhuihui was sleepy and didn't want to argue with Xia Yao, so he nodded and fell asleep on Shi Le's lap.

"Giddy up!"

Xia Yao called out sweetly, and the horses neighed and galloped forward.

Entering the Hidden Dragon Abyss, Xia Yao became even more cautious, not daring to relax her guard. She could still hear the sound of rocks tumbling down the sheer cliffs.

"Giddy up! Giddy up!"

At that moment, Tianjizi was stroking the head of the lewd beast, saying, "It's time for you to show your skills. Don't disappoint me. If you fail, you won't survive, understand?"

The lewd beast tried to stick out its tongue, but could only extend its phallus. The phallus touched Tianjizi's sleeve, and Tianjizi shook his sleeve in disgust, finding the sticky substance on it extremely repulsive.

"Go!"

The lewd beast nodded and galloped forward.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Yang Guo should have no chance of survival. I only blame myself for underestimating him, allowing him to kill two sacred beasts in succession!"

Tianjizi said angrily. He didn't know that the first lewd beast had been killed by the Black Widow.

"Giddy up!"

Xia Yao looked at the endless Hidden Dragon Abyss ahead, feeling uncertain, fearing something might happen here. Remembering the lewd beast from last night, Xia Yao unconsciously increased the force of her whip.

"Sister, what's that?"

Xiaoyue pointed at the lewd beast charging towards them from behind.

"A lewd beast?"

Shi Le exclaimed.

"This is bad!"

Wu Sanniang gasped. The terrain here was too dangerous. If they didn't kill the lewd beast in one move like last night, someone might get injured. If they fell, there would be no chance of survival. Wu Sanniang quickly poked her head out and said, "Xiao Yao, quickly give me the sword."

Xia Yao didn't know the extent of Wu Sanniang's martial arts skills, but she also noticed the lewd beast approaching. She grabbed Wu Sanniang's hand and pulled her out, saying, "You drive the carriage. Let me deal with that bastard!"

"Be careful. If it gets too dangerous, wake up Young Master Yang."

Wu Sanniang, who had taken over Xia Yao's position, calmly drove the carriage. She glanced at the cliff on the right and tried to keep the carriage on the left, afraid that if she wasn't careful, the carriage would plunge off the cliff.

Xia Yao had reached the back of the carriage. Watching the approaching beast, she drew her cold sword. Remembering the methods the widow Li Xi had used to seduce it that night, Xia Yao blushed slightly and lifted her robe. Then, feeling that wearing trousers might not attract the beast, she covered her genitals, making their shape as prominent as possible, and cried out, "I'm a woman too!"

Chapter 62, Production.

The beast, however, remained unmoved. As it neared the carriage, it suddenly kicked.

Thump!

Its body, weighing at least two hundred pounds, slammed onto the carriage roof. Yang Zhuihui, who was fast asleep, was jolted awake and cried out, "What happened?"

"Your kind is up there,"

Shi Le teased.

"Roar!"

the beast roared, tearing the roof off with a claw, its blood-red eyes glaring at Yang Zhuihui.

Xia Yao lowered her robe, annoyed, "Do I have absolutely no feminine charm? Even this can't attract it!"

In a panic, Yang Zhuihui pulled out a flatbread from somewhere and threw it at the beast, hitting its nose before falling back down.

"Where's the sword? Where's the sword?"

Yang Zhuihui cried out in a panic.

At this moment, Xia Yao had already climbed onto the roof of the car. Looking at the ugly beast, she raised her sword and stabbed it in the buttocks, inserting it right into its anus.

"Aow!"

The beast screamed in agony, turning around and swinging its claws. Feeling the blade of energy coming at her, Xia Yao leaned back, lost her footing, and screamed as she fell backward, but Yang Zhuihui caught her firmly. He roughly threw Xia Yao into the car and laughed, "You, a woman, even managed to anally violate a beast. It seems your strength is extraordinary."

Hearing the beast's roar, Yang Zhuihui dared not tease Xia Yao anymore. Looking at the beast's frenzied appearance on the roof, Yang Zhuihui was not afraid of being hurt himself, but he was worried about the beautiful women in the car getting hurt. So he climbed up and tried to cut off the penis in the beast's mouth. As soon as he climbed up, the lewd beast was already standing above him, drooling. Its giant claws slowly rose and then swung down, crushing the oil lamp to pieces. The quick-reacting Yang Zhuihui flipped over and hung on the other side. With a leap, Yang Zhuihui landed in front of the lewd beast. The giant claws attacked, and Yang Zhuihui quickly squatted on the roof of the car, looking at the lewd beast's crotch.

(Damn! This beast is a pervert! It doesn't even have a penis!

"Awooo!"

The beast roared, bent down, and grabbed at Yang Zhuihui with both claws at the same time, its buttocks sticking up, making it look extremely comical with the sword still stuck in its anus.

Yang Zhuihui hunched his shoulders, and the giant claws directly snapped two of the wooden frame.

Xia Yao looked up and shouted, "Find a way to make it stick that thing out, and then cut it off."

"You like cutting that thing?"

Yang Zhuihui shouted nonchalantly, "If it wanted to stick it out, it would have already done so. It's trying to kill me now, and then rape and kill you!"

Seeing the claws coming down again, Yang Zhuihui grabbed the beast's ankles with both hands, used all his strength, and pulled hard. The beast's body swayed, and with the wheel suddenly running over a stone, the beast fell directly to the ground, rolling several times before stopping.

Seeing the beast get up and chase after him again, Yang Zhuihui was a little helpless and shouted, "It seems to be much smarter than the one yesterday, at least it won't expose its big penis!"

“If it doesn’t show itself, we have no chance of winning,”

Xia Yao said.

“Give me the sword!”

“On its butt,”

Xia Yao said helplessly.

Watching the approaching beast, Yang Zhuihui analyzed, “It’s faster than a carriage, we can’t shake it off, and we can’t make it stop. We want to cut off its big cock, but it won’t stick it out.”

Yang Zhuihui suddenly stared at Xia Yao and asked, "You should still remember Black Widow's trick, right?"

"Tried it, but it didn't buy it."

Yang Zhuihui looked at Xia Yao with disdain and muttered, "It seems that even if you tear off your mask, the beast won't admit you're a woman. Why don't you take off your pants and give it a try?"

"No!"

Xia Yao's cheeks flushed with anger. After a pause, she retorted, "Maybe this beast is female. Why don't you take off your pants and see what it does?"

"I'm afraid it will violate my anus, so I'd rather not."

Watching the beast getting closer and closer, Yang Zhuihui was about to explode with anger. He cursed, "This ugly monster! If my penis were as big as its, I would have pulled it out and smashed it to death!"

"Husband, you can try it."

Shi Le covered his mouth and laughed without caring. Xiao Yue looked at Yang Zhuihui with great worry, afraid that something might happen to him.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui suddenly remembered the divine eagle he hadn't seen in a long time. He wondered if it was still with him. Regardless, Yang Zhuihui still held onto a sliver of hope and whistled, sucking his finger.

Looking up at the sky, it was a clear, cloudless blue, and he couldn't find the eagle anywhere. It seemed Yang Zhuihui could only rely on himself. Just as he was feeling dejected, he suddenly heard a bird's cry. He quickly looked to the northwest and saw the divine eagle appear out of nowhere, gliding rapidly down. As it cried out again, its claws were already grabbing at the lewd beast. A flash of cold light, and its claws dug into the beast's back, sliding forward and carving a bloody gash before flying forward, slowing down, turning around, and attacking the beast again.

"This silly bird is still the best."

Grabbing the divine eagle as his lifeline, Yang Zhuihui was overjoyed.

"Is this a divine eagle?"

Xia Yao asked, seeing the divine eagle for the first time.

"The Divine Eagle, ever heard of it?"

"The Divine Eagle? How could this be the Divine Eagle?"

Xia Yao smiled contemptuously and continued, "Isn't it just one head? Where did the three heads come from?"

Yang Zhuihui had never considered this detail before. Xia Yao's question made him doubtful, but it must indeed be the Divine Eagle. Otherwise, why would it guide him to retrieve the Cangyun Sword Manual? If his internal energy cultivation hadn't been destroyed by the South Sea Divine Nun, Yang Zhuihui would still be practicing the Cangyun Sword Technique!

The Divine Eagle opened its beak and hooked a claw under the lewd beast's chin, tearing it open and spitting out black blood. However, the lewd beast seemed oblivious to the pain, still baring its teeth and claws.

When the Divine Eagle turned back to attack the lewd beast again, the beast suddenly leaped up, grabbing its left leg and pulling it down before the Divine Eagle could change direction.

"Foolish bird!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed, leaping onto the roof of the carriage in a single bound. He drew his cold sword from the beast's rear end and pierced its heart, but the beast was unharmed, its forelimbs already gripping the wings of the divine eagle.

Knowing the beast intended to kill the eagle, Yang Zhuihui grew fearful. He drew his cold sword and plunged it into the beast's throat, black blood spurting out, yet the beast showed no signs of death, glaring angrily at the flapping wings of the divine eagle as it slowly pulled to either side.

The divine eagle let out a miserable cry, its body radiating golden light in all directions. Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but close his eyes, completely unaware of what had happened.

"Roar!"

the beast roared, its body frozen in place.

A golden egg slid out from the tail of the divine eagle and floated there. At the same time, flames erupted around the eagle. The lewd beast screamed and tried to loosen its grip, but it couldn't, as if it were glued on. With the beast's screams, the golden light began to dim. Yang Zhuihui still couldn't open his eyes, only feeling waves of acrid, burning stench filling his nostrils, almost making him vomit. He tried to open his eyes to see what was happening, but his eyes were forced shut again after only opening a slit.

A quarter of an hour later, the lewd beast let out one last scream, swayed a few times, and collapsed to the ground.

"Stop!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted, and Wu Sanniang quickly pulled on the reins.

Before the carriage had even come to a complete stop, Yang Zhuihui jumped off and ran back like a madman. When he saw that the divine eagle had turned into a pile of ashes, he was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word. A cold wind blew, carrying away the ashes, leaving only the lewd beast, which was already seven-tenths cooked.

"Husband, what is this?"

Shi Le pointed to the golden egg still floating above the carriage, surrounded by raging flames.

"I must become stronger! I can't let this happen again!"

Yang Zhuihui snorted and turned back. He needed to get out of this hellish place as soon as possible. If another lewd beast appeared, unwilling to extend its large penis, they would probably be wiped out.

Jumping onto the carriage roof, looking at the golden egg, Yang Zhuihui saw it as if he were looking at an unborn eagle. He reached out his hand, but was frightened by the high temperature and withdrew his hand, saying, "Third Sister, let's keep going. This egg seems to follow us."

Wu Sanniang cracked her whip, and the carriage continued to move forward. The egg flew forward at the same speed. Yang Zhuihui stood on the carriage roof observing the golden egg, seemingly not understanding why the eagle would lay an egg before self-immolating.

He tried several times to grab the golden egg, but all ended in failure. The temperature was at least two hundred degrees Celsius. If he actually grabbed the golden egg, Yang Zhuihui was certain that his hand would be burned.

A moment later, Tianjizi appeared before the corpse of the lewd beast, squatting down to examine the wounds on its back and its charred, smelly leather armor. His expression was rather grim as he muttered, "It seems this old Taoist has made another mistake, allowing the divine eagle to lay an egg. The divine bird will be born soon. If my senior brother finds out, he will definitely not let me off the hook. But all three lewd beasts are dead, what should I do?"

Tianjizi gazed ahead with a deep look, the carriage already out of his sight.

Before they had even left Qianlong Abyss, Yang Zhuihui dared not let the carriage stop. Lunch was spent in a bumpy ride, without even a basic nap. Yang Zhuihui was afraid the same thing would happen again, so he planned to have a good long sleep once they were out of Qianlong Abyss. Sitting on the roof of the carriage, looking at the golden egg, Yang Zhuihui was extremely frustrated. What kind of egg was this? He couldn't even touch it, and he didn't even know if it was cooked. What was even stranger was that it kept following the carriage. Whichever side the carriage veered in, the golden egg would veer in that direction. Whether the carriage slowed down or sped up, the golden egg's flight speed would also instantly slow down or speed up, as if it had become part of the carriage. This puzzled Yang Zhuihui greatly.

As sunset approached, they finally emerged from Qianlong Abyss. The five women breathed a sigh of relief, but Yang Zhuihui still dared not relax. Only when they saw Anqing County did Yang Zhuihui feel slightly relieved, but he was still a little anxious. Looking at the golden egg, and then at the five guards at the city gate, Yang Zhuihui whispered, "If you're the offspring of a silly bird, then come down, otherwise we won't be able to get through."

The golden egg didn't move at all.

By the time they reached the city gate, it was already dark, and the golden egg became very conspicuous.

"Routine check, please come down."

There were no issues with the luggage. At this moment, the five guards stared at the golden egg, which shone even brighter than a luminous pearl in the darkness. One of them asked, "What is this?"

If Yang Zhuihui said it was an egg laid by a divine eagle, they would probably think he was crazy. His mind raced, and he stepped forward, saying, "Hello!"

"What did you say?"

"You—are—a—pig!"

Yang Zhuihui immediately began showing off his English.

"What?"

The five guards were dumbfounded.

Yang Zhuihui coughed a few times, puffing out his cheeks and glaring, and said, "I—come—from—outer space—you know?"

Hearing Yang Zhuihui's deliberately feigned non-standard Chinese, the five guards stared at him like idiots. One of them nodded as if he understood, then looked at the other four and said, "They're probably from the Western Regions. We can tell from their voices."

"Yes! You—are—a—pig!"

Yang Zhuihui clapped his hands.

"See how excited he is? Then it's definitely him."

"But we don't understand what he's saying at all. What should we do?"

another asked.

"I understand a little bit of your language,"

Yang Zhuihui continued, speaking in perfect pronunciation.

"That's good. May I ask what's in your carriage?"

Chapter 063, Let Me Go to Bed

"Good stuff!" Yang Zhuihui

nodded vigorously.

"What good stuff?"

The guards surrounded Yang Zhuihui.

"A specialty of the Western Regions, called the 'Suspended Heavenly Sex Egg.' This egg needs to be boiled for forty-nine days. It's been forty-seven days already. Once it's cooked, give you all a bite. The effects are extremely good."

Yang Zhuihui lowered his voice and said, "Just a little bit, and you and your wives can last at least two hours!"

"That's amazing?"

One of the guards was already drooling.

Yang Zhuihui pointed to the five women sitting in the carriage and whispered, "Do you know why they're following me? It's because I'm incredibly virile. I have to do it with them several times every night before they'll go to sleep."

"Brother, you're amazing!"

"Give us brothers a taste the day after tomorrow."

Yang Zhuihui nodded and said, "I'm leaving the city the day after tomorrow. Come find me then. I'll stay at the biggest inn in Anqing. It's getting late, and I still need to buy a lot of things, so I'll say goodbye to the five officials now. Hehe."

"Okay, brother, we'll come find you at Baiming Inn the day after tomorrow. Please."

As they drove into the city, the golden egg on the carriage attracted everyone's attention. Yang Zhuihui had wanted to keep a low profile, but an egg made it impossible, which annoyed him greatly. After finding out the location of Baiming Inn, Yang Zhuihui deliberately chose another small inn a little over a mile away, tucked away in an alley, just in case those five idiots who wanted to prolong their sex life came looking for him.

Handing the carriage over to the waiter, Yang Zhuihui looked at the golden egg, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Do you want to come in with me, or do you want to stay here for the night? If you want to come in with me, then come in with me."

Yang Zhuihui pretended to walk in, but the golden egg remained above the carriage, motionless, like a burning fireball.

"I don't care about you."

Yang Zhuihui flicked his sleeves and walked in. He wasn't afraid this hot potato would disappear; anyway, no one would dare to take it.

With limited funds, Yang Zhuihui only asked for three superior rooms, fearing they might have to beg before even reaching Chaozhou.

While eating dinner, Guo Fu asked curiously, "What does 'A-Lei' mean?"

"You mean you—are—a—pig?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Yes, yes."

Guo Fu nodded vigorously, like a studious student.

“It’s simple, it’s just…”

Yang Zhuihui pretended to be serious, pondered for a moment, and said, “You’re a pig.”

Guo Fu’s face immediately turned red, and she angrily said, “You’re the pig!”

“That’s what that sentence means. I wasn’t insulting you; I was just translating the meaning of the sentence. Looking at your angry face, could you really be a pig?”

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin.

“I’m not!”

“Then why were you so angry just now?”

“Because you were insulting me.”

“I wasn’t insulting you; I was just explaining the meaning of the sentence.”

“You were insulting me!”

“If you admit you’re a pig, then I’ll admit I was insulting you!”

“I’m not a pig!”

“Then I wasn’t insulting you; I was explaining it to you!”

“You’re just being unreasonable!”

“Then admit you’re a pig!”

Yang Zhuihui said disdainfully.

“This young lady won’t stoop to the level of a pervert. This young lady is full!”

Guo Fu tossed her long hair, almost hitting Yang Zhuihui’s face, and angrily ran upstairs and into her room.

Seeing that Guo Fu had only eaten a few bites, Wu Sanniang said worriedly, "Can't you be more considerate of Fu'er? How will you face the Martial Alliance in the future..."

She glanced at Xia Yao and then said nothing more. Yang

Zhuihui put some food into Guo Fu's bowl and said, "Please take the food up to Fu'er later, Sanniang. She's a girl, and I should indeed be more considerate. Otherwise, if she gets too thin from hunger, her parents will definitely blame her."

"Hmm, I'm relieved about that. But making amends afterward isn't a solution. We still have to be considerate of her, understand?"

Wu Sanniang put another piece of pork into Guo Fu's bowl.

"I understand."

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

After dinner, Yang Zhuihui went out to look at the golden egg for a while. Seeing it floating there quietly, still burning fiercely, Yang Zhuihui didn't pay much attention and went straight back to his room to rest.

There were only three rooms: one for Wu Sanniang and Guo Fu, one for the busty sisters, and one for Xia Yao alone. Yang Zhuihui boldly pushed open Xia Yao's door and saw her making her bed, so he naturally closed the door.

Hearing the sound, Xia Yao immediately turned around. Seeing it was Yang Zhuihui, her expression turned somewhat unpleasant. She asked, "What are you doing in here?"

Although Yang Zhuihui had protected her before, it couldn't dispel Xia Yao's concerns. The dark memory of almost losing her virginity to him last night made Xia Yao wary of him at every turn.

Yang Zhuihui shrugged, feigning innocence, and said, "I had nowhere else to sleep, so I had to come to your room."

"I don't have anywhere for you to sleep here either. You should ask the innkeeper if you can sleep in the woodshed,"

Xia Yao said coldly.

Yang Zhuihui yawned and said, "I stayed up all night last night and have been awake all day. Can't you have a little compassion?"

"Compassion with you?"

Xia Yao was both amused and exasperated. She said, "If you had compassion, you wouldn't have done that to me."

"That's because you've been deceiving me. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have punished you, understand?"

"If I were a woman, I could never have been Lord Xu's personal bodyguard, let alone avenge my father,"

Xia Yao said.

"Avenge your father? Did Xu Jie kill your father?"

"No, it was that scoundrel Yan Song! If the Yan residence hadn't been so heavily guarded, I would have killed him long ago!"

"So Yan Song is also your enemy."

Yang Zhuihui smiled bitterly and said, "To be honest, Yan Song is also my enemy. One of the reasons I followed Guo Jing and Huang Rong was that I hoped they could avenge me one day. As for why I went south, it's because I'm going to find a martial arts manual. Once I master it, I can definitely kill Yan Song."

"What manual?"

Xia Yao asked hurriedly.

(It seems Xia Yao is quite naive; a simple lie can easily fool her!)

"Have you heard of the Nine Yin Manual?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Xia Yao nodded and said, "Legend has it that whoever obtains that manual will become the number one martial artist, but I heard you destroyed it, didn't you?"

"The one I destroyed was a fake. The real one was taken to Qiongzhou by Ouyang Feng. For the sake of the martial arts world, and even more so to avenge Yan Song, I'll go through fire and water to get the manual!"

Yang Zhuihui clenched his fist, his face filled with fearlessness.

"I see."

Xia Yao's heart seemed to waver. She glanced at Yang Zhuihui, seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, and that they wouldn't go south for no reason, so she wholeheartedly agreed with his words. After

thinking for a moment, she said, "In that case, I'll help you too. When you get the manual and seek revenge on Yan Song, please call me along, okay?"

"No problem, I'll let you stab him a few more times!"

"Then..."

Xia Yao's eyes flickered slightly. She lowered her head, her heart pounding, her face flushed, and she whispered, "Then you can sleep here tonight."

"Together?"

"Dream on!"

Xia Yao looked up, her face almost red to her neck, and said, "I'll just give you the blanket. It's none of my business where you sleep, understand?"

"I don't need the blanket. I'm strong and healthy."

Yang Zhuihui stretched, pulled the white cloth from the table, casually spread it on the floor, lay down, and looked up at Xia Yao, saying, "I'll sleep here. You should go to sleep early too. Goodnight."

"Okay."

Xia Yao wasn't sleepy and didn't want to move around, so she lowered the bed curtains, lay down on the bed fully clothed, and turned to look at Yang Zhuihui, who had already closed his eyes. She felt very strange. Originally, she had planned to send Yang Zhuihui away, so why did she keep him here? Xia Yao took a deep breath, her heart already drifting to the distant capital. She only hoped that Xu Jie and his daughter would be safe and sound. If anything happened to them, she would feel utterly guilty.

Half an hour later, Xia Yao called out, "Yang Guo, are you asleep?"

Yang Zhuihui lay there motionless, seemingly asleep.

Xia Yao turned over and soon fell asleep. In

the dead of night, Xia Yao suddenly heard Yang Zhuihui talking. Startled awake, she turned and saw him still lying there, still talking. Listening closely, she realized he was saying he was cold, seemingly talking in his sleep. Knowing that lying on the floor without a blanket would easily make her catch a cold, Xia Yao got up and carefully covered Yang Zhuihui with the blanket. Only when he stopped talking nonsense did Xia Yao feel relieved. However, lying in bed herself, without the blanket, she also felt a little cold and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

"How did the blanket end up on me?"

Yang Zhuihui suddenly asked.

"I was afraid you'd freeze to death,"

Xia Yao said bluntly.

"I'm thick-skinned, how could I possibly freeze to death? But you, you're not a man."

Yang Zhuihui picked up the blanket and lifted the bed curtains, looking at Xia Yao's two small, exquisite breasts. He seemed to feel a fire burning in his lower body, but to successfully deceive Xia Yao, he had to pretend to be very serious. After covering Xia Yao with the blanket, Yang Zhuihui lay down on the floor again.

After a moment, Xia Yao asked, "Are you sure you won't be cold?"

"I'm not cold at all, how did you know I would be cold?"

Yang Zhuihui smiled and continued, "Go to sleep quickly, we have to travel tomorrow."

"But I clearly heard you just now..."

"What?"

"Why don't you come up and sleep here, as long as you don't move around too much, okay?"

As soon as she said this, Xia Yao regretted it a little. Just as she turned her head away, Yang Zhuihui was already standing by the bed, gently asking, "Are you sure you want me to get on the bed?"

"Just don't touch me, okay?"

Xia Yao asked.

"Of course, then I'll get on top."

Yang Zhuihui looked like the Big Bad Wolf, while Xia Yao on the bed looked like a pitiful Little Red Riding Hood, about to be eaten by the Big Bad Wolf.

"Okay."

Xia Yao pressed herself against the wall, giving Yang Zhuihui two-thirds of the bed space.

Pulling up the blanket, Yang Zhuihui crawled in, and neither of them spoke.

After a while, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Can I hug you? Otherwise, I can't sleep."

"Okay, but don't do anything reckless."

Xia Yao turned her back to Yang Zhuihui, and Yang Zhuihui put one hand under her neck as a pillow, while the other hand rested on her slender waist, his already erect penis gently pressing against her sensitive buttocks, making her extremely embarrassed.

"You said you wouldn't do anything reckless,"

Xia Yao said through gritted teeth.

"What did I do?"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

"It's nothing!"

Xia Yao groaned, lying there motionless, but feeling as if she were on fire, her whole body burning up, unable to sleep at all.

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao tighter, whispering in her ear, "Why did you ask me to drink that time? You're clearly a terrible drinker."

"Because..."

Xia Yao hesitated for a moment, then said frankly, "Because you used to be my idol, and that time you saw through the coroner's trick. I just wanted to understand you better, nothing more."

Chapter 064, In the Middle of the Night

"Then why did you ask me what women are in my heart?"

Yang Zhuihui pressed.

"This..."

Xia Yao was a little speechless. Once a young girl's admiration falls short of reality, she will try every means to bridge that gap. When she asked Yang Zhuihui that question, she actually hoped that he could give her a convincing answer, to make her accept that Yang Zhuihui was a womanizer, but Yang Zhuihui didn't give her any.

"Never mind, forget I asked. Can you sleep with me holding you like this?"

"Sure, as long as you don't do anything reckless,"

Xia Yao replied.

"Then let's sleep."

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao even tighter, placing his hand flat on her lower abdomen and touching it a couple of times. He asked, "Have you practiced martial arts since you were little? It's so flat here, no excess fat at all."

"Yes, I've never believed that girls should stay at home. Girls should be able to fight like men. But since my family was wiped out, I've seen through this crumbling Ming Dynasty. Rather than serving it, it's better to overthrow Jiajing and let a more enlightened imperial descendant succeed to the throne."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuihui became alert and asked, "Did Lord Xu tell you this?"

“Although you’re a bit lecherous, you’re indeed a talented individual. Lord Xu really wants to recruit you. After the incident with the Flower Demon, Lord Xu’s resolve has only strengthened, so he ordered me to follow you and protect you. But it seems like it’s your turn to protect me.”

Feeling the slight trembling of Yang Zhuihui’s erection against her buttocks, Xia Yao blushed even more and continued, “I’ve made myself clear now, what do you think?”

Yang Zhuihui harbored even greater ambitions than Xu Jie. He not only wanted to seize the Ming Dynasty's throne, but also to overthrow the dynasty, establish the Lingxiao Sect as the dominant force in the Central Plains, and ultimately control the entire martial arts world! Only by simultaneously controlling both the imperial court and the martial arts community could he truly possess this world! Thinking of this, Yang Zhuihui replied, "Jiajing is obsessed with elixirs, favors those stinking Taoist priests, and indulges Yan Song, allowing him to control everything and causing widespread suffering. Such a regime on the verge of collapse should naturally be overthrown. Hehe, actually, I strongly support Lord Xu." "

Hmm, then I will help you obtain the Nine Yin Manual, and after that, you will kill Yan Song for me and assist Lord Xu, okay?"

(Damn! Wouldn't that make me a errand boy?)

How could Yang Zhuihui be willing to be an errand boy? Knowing that a true man should be flexible, and already wanting to possess Xia Yao's fragrant body, Yang Zhuihui replied perfunctorily, "Of course, I'd be very happy."

"That's wonderful! If that's the case, you'll still be my idol!"

Xia Yao exclaimed excitedly.

"By the way, there's something I want to tell you, but I haven't had time. Don't be angry when I tell you, okay?"

"Go ahead and tell me, I don't think I'll be angry."

Xia Yao adjusted her position, pressing herself tightly against Yang Zhuihui. The thought of being so close to her idol filled her with a strange sweetness. Unconsciously, Yang Zhuihui had slowly melted her heart.

"What I did to you last night was wrong, but I've made a significant discovery: you don't have a single hair down there."

Yang Zhuihui brought up such a shameful matter, leaving Xia Yao speechless and silent.

"I don't know if you've ever seen other women's genitals, but I've seen Xiaoyue and Shile's. They both have pubic hair, but you don't. I heard about this a long time ago; it seems to be a disease. If you don't grow pubic hair, you might not be able to have children in the future,"

Yang Zhuihui threatened.

"Is it that serious?"

Xia Yao was frightened. Although she had never considered having children, if this were true, would anyone still marry her?

"Well, if you don't believe me, you can ask at the pharmacy tomorrow."

Xia Yao absolutely refused to ask, so she asked, "Then what should I do?"

"Is there a way? Do you want me to tell you?"

Yang Zhuihui remained outwardly serious, but inwardly he was overjoyed, already plotting how to conquer Xia Yao's virgin territory.

"Go ahead."

"Do you really want me to tell you? I'm afraid you'll call me a pervert."

"You're probably used to being called that. Just tell me, no need to beat around the bush,"

Xia Yao urged.

"So, I'll really tell you?"

"Yes."

"Ahem."

Yang Zhuihui coughed twice and asked, "Have you rarely touched your genitals since you were little, and have you always used a cloth to press your breasts together?"

Xia Yao's face was already burning, and she whispered, "That's right, is there a problem?"

"This is a big problem!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down!"

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Yang Zhuihui, that beast, just wanted to ride on Xia Yao immediately. To conquer her in one go, he tried his best to suppress his raging lust and whispered, "You've been suppressing your physical development, resulting in low estrogen levels, so you won't grow any hair down there. Now there's only one way: drink something to stimulate it and make it grow hair."

"Drink what?"

Xia Yao seemed to sense Yang Zhuihui's ill intentions.

Yang Zhuihui coughed a few more times and said ambiguously, "It's my semen, a man's essence. Drinking more will stimulate..."

"Go to hell!"

Xia Yao elbowed him, hitting him in the stomach. Yang Zhuihui was in so much pain he couldn't cry out. He clutched his stomach and whimpered, "I'm telling the truth. You don't need to react so strongly."

"I'm not listening to your nonsense. I want to sleep. Don't talk to me!"

Xia Yao hugged the blanket tightly and ignored Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao tightly, a little shamelessly, and said, "Okay, then I won't say anything more. If you need anything anytime, just tell me. I have plenty."

"Are you itching for a beating again?"

Xia Yao nudged Yang Zhuihui's stomach and said, "If you dare to do this again, I'll cut off your manhood!"

While Yang Zhuihui was teasing Xia Yao, the old Taoist Tianjizi was already standing in front of the carriage, looking up at the golden egg, muttering to himself, "If I can hatch this divine bird, even Senior Brother Shao won't be able to do anything to me." Tianjizi

stood with his hands behind his back, looking very proud. Looking at the flaming golden egg, he placed the white banner aside, pulled out a Taoist talisman covered in Sanskrit characters from his pocket, and chanted incantations. The Sanskrit characters on the talisman emitted a faint spiritual light. With a casual toss, the talisman flew towards the golden egg, spinning rapidly around it. One Sanskrit character after another flew out from the talisman, constantly striking the golden egg. As time passed, the raging fire showed signs of extinguishing.

Yang Zhuihui, who was about to make love with Xia Yao, felt a sudden tightness in his chest, as if something had hit him, making him feel short of breath. He quickly jumped off the bed.

"What's wrong?"

Xia Yao asked, turning to him.

"I'm a little uneasy."

Staring towards the window, Yang Zhuihui hurried over, pushed it open, and saw that the golden egg left by the divine eagle was intact, which reassured him somewhat. At this moment, Yang Zhuihui saw Tianjizi, who had told his fortune before, appear a few steps away, holding a white banner, looking somewhat flustered.

"Young master, the world is so vast, I never expected to meet you again. I suppose you heeded my advice that day and left the capital early, right?"

Tianjizi smiled brightly on the surface, but inwardly he was filled with resentment. If Yang Zhuihui hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have stolen the golden egg long ago.

"Hehe, what a coincidence."

Yang Zhuihui said with a half-smile.

"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, Tianjizi flicked his sleeve and left. With the cool breeze, his figure gave off a somewhat ethereal and otherworldly air.

"Then I'm going back to sleep!"

Yang Zhuihui called out.

Seeing that Tianjizi ignored him, Yang Zhuihui glanced at the golden egg a few more times, closed the window, but remained standing by the window, peering through the crack at the golden egg left behind by the Divine Eagle, as if he had foreseen something.

Looking at Yang Zhuihui, Xia Yao was a little annoyed and said softly, "Aren't you going to sleep yet? It's the middle of the night."

Yang Zhuihui turned around and grinned, "Did you miss me?"

"No!"

Xia Yao immediately turned away, closed her eyes, and ignored Yang Zhuihui.

Standing there like a statue for a full quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui still hadn't gone to bed.

Xia Yao reluctantly opened her eyes, not wanting to deal with this lecher, but still unable to resist talking to him. She turned to the side again and asked softly, "Are you out of your mind?"

"You go to sleep first, I'm not sleepy yet. I'm having a mental exchange with the golden egg."

Hearing Yang Zhuihui's crazy ramblings, Xia Yao knew that his good intentions had been taken for granted. She simply pulled down the bed curtains in annoyance, snorted coldly, gave up the idea of talking to Yang Zhuihui, and fell asleep in a sullen mood.

Just a quarter of an hour later, Yang Zhuihui saw Tianjizi reappear, constantly looking upwards, his gaze fixed on the golden egg.

(I knew you had ill intentions! Staying up so late at night, you're definitely up to no good!)

Yang Zhuihui knew Tianjizi was after the golden egg and was furious. However, he didn't know Tianjizi's strength, and acting rashly would likely only bring him trouble. He was just a punching bag now. Seeing Tianjizi pull a talisman from his pocket, Yang Zhuihui knew he intended to steal the golden egg. Although he hadn't laid it himself, it was the silly bird's keepsake. Even if it cost him his life, Yang Zhuihui wouldn't let Tianjizi succeed. However, direct confrontation wasn't Yang Zhuihui's style; he needed to use his brain.

Yang Zhuihui quickly turned around, lit a candle, and exclaimed loudly, "Is tonight going to be a sleepless night?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

Xia Yao, who was almost asleep, was woken up again by Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui ignored Xia Yao, walked to the window, opened it, and quickly scanned the surroundings. That evil Taoist Tianjizi had disappeared to some corner again. Although he couldn't see Tianjizi, Yang Zhuihui knew that Tianjizi was definitely observing him in the dark. He took a deep breath and sighed, "My dear Divine Condor, your death has kept me up all night. Now you only have a lovely egg left. I really hope it can hatch soon to relieve my thirst. Sigh! I toss and turn and can't sleep. I've decided not to sleep. I want to stay with you, so you won't be lonely in the darkness. I also hope that you can ignite me with that blazing fire. Oh, what's wrong with me? Have I fallen deeply in love with you?" "Oh my god..."

Xia Yao's whole body was covered in goosebumps. She muttered, "He's definitely possessed."

After her exclamation, Yang Zhuihui revealed a strange smile and raised his voice, "Your light will completely illuminate my heart, so this little bit of light in my hand is really nothing. Let it go out. Don't worry, I will stand here silently watching you until the next sunrise falls on your face."

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui extinguished the candle and remained standing there.

A quarter of an hour later, seeing that the wind was howling in the street and there was no sign of Tianjizi, Yang Zhuihui was slightly relieved. He returned to the bed, hugged Xia Yao tightly, and, feeling a little sleepy, seemed to no longer want to tease her. His soft penis pressed against Xia Yao's firm buttocks, and Yang Zhuihui closed his eyes.

"Were you just crazy?"

Xia Yao asked softly.

Chapter 065, Delicate Girl

"Shh, go to sleep, don't talk."

Yang Zhuihui whispered, afraid that Tianjizi would hear.

Xia Yao felt that Yang Zhuihui was very abnormal today, and she was too lazy to think about it. Sleepiness had already eaten away at her mind. She opened her mouth, yawned, and fell asleep.

In fact, Tianjizi had already left before Yang Zhuihui got into bed. Anyway, there was still plenty of time. He didn't believe that he wouldn't have another chance to make a move!

"Aunt, is this the Divine Eagle Egg that my mother wanted?"

Yuechan asked from the rooftop. She was still dressed in blue. The moonlight shone on her body, highlighting her curves. Her breasts, which were tightly wrapped, exuded boundless vitality.

The beautiful woman in black standing next to her nodded, her almond eyes cold. She said, "The Divine Eagle is a divine bird. We absolutely cannot let the people of Shangqing Palace get it. Shao Yuanjie sent Shao Yuanhe, but that brat made a fool of him. How delightful."

"Auntie, when should we make our move?"

Yuechan asked, her breasts trembling slightly with her breath.

"That boy is extremely lustful. If you, Yuechan, could sacrifice a little of your looks, you might have a better chance of getting the hatched divine eagle."

The beautiful woman in black looked at the cult leader's daughter, who had just turned eighteen. She had grown into a graceful young woman, yet still retained a childlike innocence. And as a woman of renowned beauty, who could possibly possess her?

Yuechan stuck out her tongue and said, "That kind of thing should be done by you, Auntie. Didn't you charm that lecherous beast to death last time? I can't do it; I'm too inexperienced."

"Auntie is too old. He won't even look at you. Yuechan is so beautiful; he'll have absolutely no suspicion of you. Besides, Auntie will secretly protect you. You don't need to worry."

Yuechan seemed somewhat troubled, pointing to the golden egg not far away, and asked, "Can't we just take it now?"

"It can't be taken away. If it could, Shao Yuanhe would have taken it long ago. Why would he use a talisman? This divine eagle egg is no ordinary bird egg. It's surrounded by raging flames all day long. These flames are the absolute condition for the divine eagle to hatch. If they're extinguished, the egg will die. That's why Shao Yuanhe only wanted to use the talisman to suppress the flames, not to extinguish them."

After a pause, the beautiful woman in blue continued, "As it stands, this egg has already recognized that boy as its master, which is why it's been following him. But when it hatches, the first person the divine eagle sees when it opens its eyes will be its ultimate master. So, Yuechan, you'll have to make a sacrifice. Once the divine eagle recognizes you as its master, you can leave."

"What if I accidentally lose my virginity? My mother will beat me to death!"

Yuechan cried out.

"This is also a test of your resolve. Judging from the intensity of the flames, the Divine Eagle should hatch in three or four days. Try to blend in with them as soon as possible to lower their guard, but you must not kill them. Our Divine Python Sect does not want to clash with the various factions in the Central Plains for the time being, understand?"

Her aunt insisted on sending her into the lion's den, so Yuechan could only nod with a bitter face, looking at the bright moon in the sky and muttering, "If he dares to touch me, I will definitely make sure he has no descendants."

"Let's just bear with it."

The black-clad beauty's hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, a few strands playfully brushing against her cheek. Her dark, gleaming eyes were fixed on the blazing golden egg, their pupils seemingly ignited by the flames, slowly widening and growing deeper...

Upon waking, Yang Zhuihui opened the window and, seeing the golden egg intact, felt slightly relieved, though still worried that the sorcerer might reappear.

After breakfast and making preparations, ensuring the horses were fed, the group of six headed towards the south gate. Thinking of the three idiots at the north gate, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but chuckle to himself, muttering, "I'm running away now, let's see what you guys do." "Why are you asking me for aphrodisiacs!"

Leaving the city was much easier. The guards were only watching those entering, so without much explanation, the six of them left the city. This time, Xia Yao was in charge of driving. Compared to being with the lecherous Yang Zhuihui in the carriage, she preferred being alone. She was still dressed as a man, but without the fake face, looking like a handsome young man, a total pretty boy. Of course, to avoid being recognized, her breasts were still tightly wrapped in white cloth. Recalling what Yang Zhuihui had said to her last night, Xia Yao wondered, "Is the reason I don't grow pubic hair is because I haven't drunk a man's semen?"

"How disgusting!"

Xia Yao muttered, whipping the horse sharply. The poor, abused horse galloped forward, the flaming golden egg following the carriage at the same speed and trajectory.

They stopped twice: once because Guo Fu needed to urinate, and again because the wheels were loose and needed repair.

Around noon, the carriage stopped. Yang Zhuihui found some tender grass for the horse, then joined the five of them in eating dry rations.

"I really shouldn't have come out; it's torture,"

complained Guo Fu, accustomed to a life of luxury.

"Your mother knows you lack experience, so she had me bring you out to experience the hardships of ordinary people. Right now, you're just sitting in the carriage being jostled around. If I put a rope on you and made you pull the carriage, you'd be exhausted!"

Yang Zhuihui said disdainfully.

Guo Fu looked at the half-eaten sesame seed cake in her hand and sighed, "I suddenly remembered the old beggar's beggar's chicken; it was so delicious! I should really be with him; then I wouldn't have to worry about not having good food."

Thinking of beggar's chicken, Yang Zhuihui recalled the time Guo Fu, along with Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, tried to steal it from him. Remembering this, Yang Zhuihui wanted to tease Guo Fu again; how else could he vent his anger? He coughed and asked, "Sister Fu'er, do you need to pee now?"

"Don't call me that so disgustingly, I have a name."

"Sister Fu'er,"

Guo Fu said, head bowed and face contorted, "You calling me like that gives me goosebumps. Just say my surname! Otherwise, I really don't feel comfortable."

"It's alright, you'll get used to it,"

Yang Zhuihui smiled, then asked again, "Do you need to pee?"

Guo Fu was still a young lady, and Yang Zhuihui's direct question made her a little embarrassed; she could only shake her head.

“We expect to reach the Yangtze River by evening. If we don’t, we’ll have to camp out in the wilderness tonight. As far as I know, there are many bandits along this stretch of road. If you don’t go to relieve yourself now, you’ll be even less likely to do so later. Do you think you can keep going until sunset? If something goes wrong, we might not reach our destination before dark and will have to keep traveling,”

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

Startled by Yang Zhuihui’s words, Guo Fu seemed to need to relieve herself. Whether it was just her imagination or not, she looked at Wu Sanniang beside her and asked, “Aunt Ye, can you come with me over there?”

Seeing the strange look in Yang Zhuihui’s eyes, Wu Sanniang knew he was up to something. Fearing that Guo Fu would be hurt, the kind-hearted Wu Sanniang said, “Yes, let’s go.”

“Here you go!”

Guo Fu immediately stuffed the remaining sesame cakes into Yang Zhuihui’s hand and happily followed behind Wu Sanniang, holding her hand. It seemed that Guo Fu’s Oedipus complex was still quite strong.

After they left, Shi Le asked, "If you want to do something naughty, hurry up and do it, or you won't have a chance when they come back."

"Hehe, it seems you still know me quite well!"

Gazing at the grassy area that reached his height, Yang Zhuihui had been watching the two women's movements. Seeing that the grass was still, Yang Zhuihui knew that Guo Fu was about to urinate.

"You're still so hopeless."

Xia Yao, sitting in the carriage, half-closed her eyes, already feeling sleepy.

"This is called adding fun to the trip, you wouldn't understand."

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui walked into the grass, following the route the two women had taken, walking slowly and carefully, even his breathing was very cautious, and he was still calculating the distance between himself and Guo Fu in his mind.

After walking for more than twenty steps, he heard a sound from the left front. Yang Zhuihui was stunned. There should still be some distance from where Guo Fu was urinating. Had she already finished? Listening carefully, he heard a woman's slightly painful groaning, and she was sobbing.

Pushing aside the weeds obscuring his view, Yang Zhuihui was completely stunned. Ignoring everything else, just that face alone told him it was Yue Chan, the one who had fought the lewd beast with the snake whip! How had she fallen to such a state?

"Miss, what happened to you?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Yue Chan's movements were incredibly alluring. She wore a light blue dress over a pure white gauze, showcasing her exquisite figure perfectly. Her waist-length hair danced in the wind, a few strands playfully flying in front. Her head was unadorned, except for a light blue ribbon loosely tying a lock of hair, which fell over her right shoulder. Around her neck was a snake-eye crystal pendant, its faint glow highlighting her snow-white skin, making her appear like a celestial being descended to earth. Her hands were like soft lotus leaves, her skin like solidified cream, her neck like a toad's crescent, her teeth like melon seeds, her forehead delicate, her eyebrows arched, her smile enchanting, her eyes sparkling, her waist slender, her smile captivating, bewitching Yangcheng and bewitching Xiachai, her eyes pure as water. No! She's crying!

Yue Chan sobbed, whimpering, "This humble woman was bitten by a poisonous snake, and my leg is numb. I'm afraid I won't live much longer."

"So pitiful?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed in surprise. He remembered that Yue Chan was a member of the Divine Python Sect, who worshipped pythons. How could she possibly be bitten by a poisonous snake? Even if she was bitten, there must be an antidote. Furthermore, Yue Chan dared to fight against a lewd beast; how could she possibly have such a weak side? In conclusion, Yue Chan was definitely plotting something! Regardless of whether it was a plot or not, Yang Zhuihui pretended not to know anything for now.

Walking over, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Where were you bitten?"

"Down...down..."

Yue Chan whispered. She looked so helpless, but in her heart, she was cursing her aunt. She was willing to kill or beat her, but why did she have to pretend to be a weak woman? How many weak women were there in the Divine Python Sect?

She always thought she had fooled Yang Zhuihui, but unfortunately, she didn't know that Yang Zhuihui had already seen her twice in the capital.

A thousand-foot dike can be breached by an ant hole—the principle is very simple.

Yang Zhuihui squatted on the ground, looking at Yuechan's bound feet. Seeing a few traces of blood on the hem of her skirt, he slowly pulled it up, revealing two small teeth marks on her tender, lotus-root-like calves, with dark blood slowly oozing out.

Yang Zhuihui feigned anxiety and asked, "What should we do?"

"I don't know either,"

Yuechan continued to play dumb.

Assuming it wouldn't be fatal, Yang Zhuihui pretended to be righteous and gently stroked her calves, feeling the smooth skin. He couldn't help but wonder if this woman was the reincarnation of the White Snake. While he was thinking, he had already bent down.

"Young master, you can't suck there,"

Yuechan groaned.

"How did you know I wanted to suck? I was just smelling it to see what it smelled like."

Hearing this, Yuechan felt as if she had been doused with cold water, extremely frustrated, gritting her teeth while still trying to appear pitiful. The wound was indeed from a venomous snake bite, but Yuechan had already applied an antidote. All that was needed was for the black blood to drain out; sucking it out with her mouth would only hasten the recovery.

Chapter 66, Traveling with a Beauty:

Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from Yuechan's skin, Yang Zhuihui kissed the wound and began to suck.

Yuechan felt as if she'd been electrocuted; a tingling, almost pervasive itch made her moan softly. Feeling Yang Zhuihui's nimble tongue licking near the wound, Yuechan was somewhat bewildered, experiencing a blissful sensation. She had no idea that having her wound sucked would feel like this.

After sucking out a mouthful of black blood, Yang Zhuihui spat it aside, repeating the process.

A while later, seeing the blood had turned bright red, Yang Zhuihui breathed a slight sigh of relief. Regardless of Yuechan's intentions, he was willing to do this small favor.

Tearing off a corner of his white robe, Yang Zhuihui carefully bandaged Yuechan's wounds and asked, "What's your name, young lady? Where do you live? Would you like me to take you home?"

"My name is Hanchan. My family was killed by Japanese pirates. I escaped here alone, and was bitten by a poisonous snake. I thought I was going to die, but luckily I met you, young master. You are my savior. I have nowhere to go now, could I come with you?"

Yuechan blinked her large eyes, feigning innocence and cuteness.

Faced with this lying beauty, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat hesitant. Yuechan was skilled in martial arts; she probably wouldn't intend to harm him. If she really wanted to, she would have just attacked directly; there was no need for such pretense. This meant she had another purpose, perhaps for the golden egg.

Yang Zhuihui's guess was entirely correct. He smiled and said, "My close friends and I are heading to Chaozhou. If you're not afraid of the journey, you can come with me."

Perhaps Yang Zhuihui should consider the poor horse's carrying capacity more than her own fatigue.

"Thank you, young master."

Yuechan extended her soft, delicate hand, her face slightly flushed. "Please help me up, young master."

Holding Yuechan's hand, soft and delicate, so comfortable to the touch, Yang Zhuihui didn't want to let go.

He pulled her up, knowing she would insist she couldn't even walk, so he bent down and said, "Miss, you have trouble walking, let me carry you!"

"How can that be? Men and women shouldn't touch!"

Yuechan murmured. If someone familiar with Yuechan's fiery personality saw her acting like this, they would probably vomit up everything they'd eaten days ago.

At Yang Zhuihui's insistence, Yuechan somewhat awkwardly climbed onto his back. Her breasts, which had always been free, were pressed against his back, and Yuechan felt as if she were doing something shameless. Was she really going to sell her body for the Divine Condor's egg? With each step Yang Zhuihui took, Yuechan's breasts rubbed against his back, creating an indescribable sensation, as if her body temperature had instantly risen. She could only bury her face in Yang Zhuihui's shoulder, enjoying this feeling she had never experienced before.

Yang Zhuihui used his two "devilish hands" to feel the elasticity of Yuechan's snowy buttocks. At this point, who cared about the proper conduct between men and women? After all, Yuechan had offered herself up, so why not touch her? However, Yang Zhuihui didn't dare to act recklessly, fearing that the daughter of the leader of the Divine Python Sect would turn on him.

Carrying Yuechan out, he found Guo Fu and Wu Sanniang had already returned to their original spot. Yang Zhuihui's plan to tease Guo Fu had failed.

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui had somehow brought this innocent girl, the five people present were stunned, each with a different expression.

Yuechan stared at the golden egg, revealing a casual smile.

"What's going on?"

Guo Fu, who never thought before speaking, exclaimed, "Weren't you going to pee? How come you brought a grown woman out?"

Wu Sanniang had sharp eyes and immediately noticed that the girl's leg was injured, so she asked, "What happened to her?"

"She was bitten by a snake, it's nothing serious,"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

Xia Yao stared at Yuechan in disbelief. She was clearly a member of the Divine Python Sect, skilled in martial arts, how could she be injured? Just as she was about to question him, Yang Zhuihui spoke first, "Shaofeng, please help Miss Hanchan into the carriage to rest. Her parents are dead, and she needs to travel with us. Remember to take good care of her."

Xia Yao was completely bewildered. Seeing Yang Zhuihui blinking, she could only pretend to agree with him and helped Yuechan into the carriage to rest. Then she asked Yang Zhuihui to clarify the situation. Yang Zhuihui explained everything, and Xia Yao understood. She was just a little worried about letting the people from the Divine Python Sect travel with her, fearing that something might happen along the way, but she couldn't refute Yang Zhuihui, so she could only pretend that she didn't know anything.

Yang Zhuihui lifted the curtain and asked, "Miss Hanchan, here are some sesame cakes and water. Please make do with these; we still have an afternoon to travel!"

"Thank you, young master. May I ask your name?"

Yuechan smiled as she took the sesame cakes and the full pot of water, chewing slowly and deliberately. It seemed she was not suited for acting at all. Yang Zhuihui was completely different; he could play any role without a problem. Of course, if it were to play the role of someone being sodomized, he'd rather strangle himself.

"Yang Zhuihui, just call me Zhuihui,"

Yang Zhuihui said, glancing at Yuechan's breasts, which were probably a D-cup. "If you feel unwell, let me know, and I'll help you."

With a smile, Yang Zhuihui lowered the curtain.

Afterward, Yang Zhuihui gave Xia Yao a few more instructions, and Xia Yao, unsure of his intentions, could only nod.

After resting for a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhuihui had them all get into the carriage. This time it was his turn to drive, and he needed to let Xia Yao rest properly; otherwise, she'd get too tired, after all, she was a stunning woman! The way she bathed was incredibly alluring; just thinking about it made Yang Zhuihui's mouth water.

(Time travel is great! Lots of beautiful women, few dinosaurs, perfect! Even my little penis got bigger!)

"Giddy up!"

A deafening roar echoed as the horse neighed and continued its blind galloping forward. With six women in the carriage, plus Yang Zhuihui, and the carriage's own weight, the horse was quite pitiful. Who could blame it when Yang Zhuihui had such a lucky streak with women?

As the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by the merciless darkness, Yang Zhuihui and the others barely reached their destination: a secluded fishing town far from the hustle and bustle of the world. A dozen or so houses were visible, all with black-tiled roofs and earthen walls, each lit by candlelight.

Stepping off the carriage, a gust of cold wind swept over them, and Yang Zhuihui shivered involuntarily, muttering, "Why do I have this ominous feeling?"

"It's great!"

Shi Le took a deep breath, licked her red lips, and jumped off the carriage, exclaiming, "The wet feeling is so nice! I can hear the water, and the fishy smell is filling my nostrils. I can't wait to eat fish!"

"Sister, help me up!"

Xiaoyue reached out and, with Shile's help, jumped to the ground. Her expression was similar to Shile's; it seemed these two busty mermaids were better suited to the water's edge.

"I don't like this smell, it's disgusting,"

Guo Fu frowned.

Xia Yao helped Yuechan out of the carriage. She was very annoyed; why had she agreed to take care of this ill-intentioned daughter of the cult leader?

They knocked on several doors, but no one answered. Although lamps were lit, there was no sound. Yang Zhuihui, unbearably hungry, really wanted to smash the doors open with a single blow. When they knocked on the twelfth door, the door finally opened a crack, and a wrinkled face peeked out. Deeply sunken eyes sized up Yang Zhuihui, and a hoarse voice asked, "What's wrong?"

"Grandma, we'd like to find a place to stay. Is that alright? There are seven of us."

"If you don't mind the dirtiness, please come in."

The old woman coughed a few times, pulled the wooden door open completely, and walked back unsteadily, rubbing her back as she placed the oil lamp on the wooden table. Watching them enter one after another, she asked, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"We've been traveling all afternoon and haven't eaten yet!"

Yang Zhuihui seemed a little embarrassed.

The old woman held up her index finger and counted them one by one, muttering to herself, "Seven, hehe, wait, I'll go get you some food. It's not good for you to get hungry."

The old woman went into the kitchen, and Yang Zhuihui had the six of them sit around the wooden table, all waiting for a sumptuous dinner.

Hearing the sounds of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, Shi Le swallowed hard, made a praying gesture with her hands, and said, "That kind old woman must be cleaning fish and making some fresh and tender fish for us. Oh, I'm already a little impatient..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shi Le, sitting directly opposite the kitchen, suddenly lost her anticipation. Looking at the steamed buns and fried dough sticks that the old woman brought out, she said dejectedly, "What is this?"

"It's a real feast!"

Guo Fu also began to complain.

"Having something to eat is a blessing, you know, Xiaoxue!"

Wu Sanniang earnestly instructed. For some reason, after spending so many days together, Wu Sanniang felt a bit like Guo Fu's mother, so educating her was absolutely necessary.

The old woman, still smiling, placed the steamed buns and fried dough sticks on the table and said, "That's all. Eat slowly, there's no water to drink."

"Isn't this a fishing village? It's near the river, how can there be no water?"

Yang Zhuihui asked in surprise.

"Our water is very expensive; the poor can't afford it at all. The sea water is even worse—it's all black, and you can't even eat the fish. Anyone who does will die. After hearing what this girl in red said, I don't even dare bring out this food. It's really not presentable. Please make do with it. Hehe, you must all be young masters and ladies from wealthy families? If you can't eat, you can go to the front; there's a large mansion there with edible fish and drinkable water."

Looking at the emaciated old woman, Yang Zhuihui stood up, helped her sit on a stool, and asked, "Grandma, what exactly happened? Theoretically, this shouldn't have happened."

"Ah, it's a long story. It happened three years ago. Back then, our Xiyu Village was so remote that doors were never locked at night, until one day…"

The old woman began to recount the events of Xiyu Village three years ago, omitting some lengthy details. Yang Zhuihui roughly understood what had happened.

Three years ago, a man with a face full of pustules came here and asked the villagers to build him a house, paying him a very generous wage. However, with the completion of that large mansion, the fate of the entire Xiyu Village changed drastically. Overnight, the water within a hundred miles of Xiyu Village turned black; people died from drinking it, and livestock died from it. At the same time, the aquatic products on which Xiyu Village depended for survival all turned black. Only the man's house had clean water and various clean aquatic products, but they had to be bought at a high price. One tael of silver could only buy a one-pound fish, and that was the kind with the most bones. A bucket of water cost three taels of silver. The only humane thing was that you could use any size bucket, but only one person was allowed to carry it, and it couldn't touch the ground before leaving his house, otherwise you would have to pay double the price.

The seven people were all confused. Although Yang Zhuihui wasn't good at history, he knew that one tael of silver was worth 320 yuan in Yang Zhuihui's world. These fish were too damn expensive! And the water, a bucket costing nearly 1,000 yuan?

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