[Fantasy] The Return of the Condor Heroes: The Upside-Down Phoenix and the Phoenix (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 85. The Female Pirate

Approaches Jianmen Ferry. Yang Zhuihui didn't see any Ming Dynasty warships, indicating that Hai Rui and the others hadn't arrived at Jianmen Ferry yet. Looking out to sea, less than a mile of water was filled with Hachiman ships, rapidly approaching Jianmen Ferry. He also saw ten pirate ships with black skulls hanging from their hulls. These pirate ships were long and slender, their speed significantly faster than the Hachiman ships, yet they followed behind them. They seemed either cowards or opportunists.

"Yushu wouldn't do that,"

Yang Zhuihui reassured himself, directing the Divine Eagle to approach the main warship.

As they drew near, cannon fire erupted from the sea.

The Divine Eagle cried out, instantly activating its protective halo. Under the bright post-rain sun, the golden light of the halo shone even more brilliantly, almost blinding Yang Zhuihui. The cannon fire had already struck the protective halo, slowing the Divine Eagle's flight speed considerably, indicating it was slightly affected.

The eagle suddenly cried out, its golden wings trembling violently. Instead of flying downwards, it changed direction, soaring almost ninety degrees upwards.

"Wrong!"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

The eagle ignored Yang Zhuihui's command and continued flying higher until it was completely out of the artillery's range. Only then did it stop, letting out a few mournful cries, and dispelling its protective aura.

Yang Zhuihui initially didn't know what had happened. Seeing streams of black liquid falling where the protective aura had disappeared, and smelling the pungent acid, Yang Zhuihui realized these weren't ordinary shells, but shells that would release sulfuric acid upon explosion. It seemed the Japanese pirates weren't stupid after all!

"I misunderstood you, I'm sorry,"

Yang Zhuihui said, patting the eagle's head.

The eagle cried out twice, its golden wings trembling a few times, before calming down from its panic. Two eyes looked at Yang Zhuihui, while the other four looked downwards. It also wanted to approach the main warship, but faced with the sulfuric acid, it was powerless to do so.

Watching the Hachiman ships getting closer and closer to Jianmen Ferry, Yang Zhuihui kissed the eagle's neck and said, "Your speed has always been outstanding. Those cannons need time to adjust their firing direction. You're moving forward in a serpentine manner. As long as you land on the ship, they definitely won't dare to fire, understand?"

The eagle flapped its wings and cried out, its whole body radiating dazzling golden light. It turned its head and plummeted like a cannonball, its six eyes becoming extremely sharp, staring intently at the Hachiman ships.

The sound of cannon fire rang out, and the eagle flew southeast, maintaining a low flight.

The cannon fire stopped, and the cannons aimed at the eagle again, bombarding it with fiery red cannonballs.

Knowing what to do, the eagle didn't even activate its protective aura. Its golden wings folded sharply, its body froze for two seconds, and then it flew diagonally northwest. All the cannonballs exploded in the southeast.

"Yes! That's it!"

Yang Zhuihui hugged the eagle's neck tightly.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when the cannons were aimed, the Divine Eagle weaved through the gunfire, drawing ever closer to the main warship. With a loud cry, it activated its protective aura once more and landed on the deck.

The moment it landed, the Japanese pirates raised their guns, aiming at the Divine Eagle. The bullets struck the protective aura weakly, ricocheting off in all directions.

"Behold my sulfuric acid!"

a woman's piercing scream rang out from the lookout tower of the pirate ship closest to the main warship. A stream of sulfuric acid had already been splashed towards the Divine Eagle.

"Get out of the way!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

The Divine Eagle flapped its golden wings and flew forward, knocking the Japanese pirates into the sea. At the same time, the foul-smelling sulfuric acid splashed onto the deck, billowing thick smoke. It seemed the concentration of this sulfuric acid was exceptionally high; if it had hit a person, their flesh would likely have rotted away, leaving only a skeleton.

"You're a man, protected by a bird?"

Through the protective halo, Yang Zhuihui saw a girl in a brown leather corset peeking out from the watchtower. She had dark skin, long, flowing hair, a dark red cloth hat, and a string of wolf fangs around her neck. Her breasts were encased in the brown leather corset, which could be split in the middle. Two ropes tightened the two halves, leaving a gap about half a finger's width in the middle, clearly showing her cleavage, but not too exposed, as her breasts were well concealed.

Corsets were usually worn underneath, but this girl wore it on the outside, further highlighting her wild side.

As for why she was dressed so lightly, it was probably because it was summer. Since they were pirates, they were constantly exposed to the sun; wearing too much would be unbearable! Besides, pirates were frequently in contact with the sea; if a raid failed, they had to swim to escape, so dressing lightly was essential.

"You idiots! Throw sulfuric acid!"

the wild girl shouted.

"Splash your mother!"

one of the Japanese pirates cursed. "If you splash us again, we'll die too!"

"Tsk tsk, you dare to kill others, but you're afraid of dying yourselves. It seems you Japanese pirates are not even as good as us pirates!"

The girl laughed arrogantly, looking up at the sky.

Looking at this ruthless pirate woman, Yang Zhuihui said, "I've come to seek peace from Princess Minagawa!"

"If you don't leave here, we'd rather die than let you perish."

Saya walked out of the cabin, her face full of hostility. She was still wearing her plain white kimono, looking like a very weak woman, but she was actually a personal ninja responsible for protecting Princess Minagawa.

"I don't know what happened, but I'm sure she wouldn't do this!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted. "Call her out quickly, I need to ask her face to face!"

"You said it!"

Saya immediately stepped aside, and Minagawa Yuuki, dressed in a floral kimono, stepped forward. Her eyes flashed with the sharp gaze of an eagle, and in her right hand she held a very strange sword. It was two feet long, four fingers wide, and the scabbard was ten fingers wide in total. It was purplish-red, shaped like dragon horns, and the scabbard was engraved with regular dragon scales.

Overall, the sword looked like an angry dragon with its mouth open!

Yang Zhuihui had seen samurai swords before, but the one in Yuuki's hand was not a samurai sword. It seemed to be made by a master craftsman from his own country, fundamentally different from the simple and practical Japanese samurai sword.

Seeing Yuuki's somewhat dazed expression, so unlike her usual self, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Yuuki, you didn't start this war, did you?"

Yuuki suddenly reverted to her usual rainy-day fragility, biting her lip and sobbing, "No! No! Of course not! Are you here to take me away? Take me away from here quickly, I've had enough!"

With that, Yuuki rushed towards Yang Zhuihui.

"Princess! You can't do that!"

Saya cried.

"I'm here to take you away."

Watching Yuuki approach, Yang Zhuihui jumped onto the deck, already outside the protective aura's range, cautiously observing her surroundings. She didn't notice that Yuuki, her eyes now colder than death itself, had drawn her strange sword and, without warning, plunged it into Yang Zhuihui's stomach, piercing him through, blood spurting out!

"Yuuki..."

Yang Zhuihui's eyes widened, her hand gripping the sword hilt covered in blood.

The eagle roared, its breath striking Minagawa Yuuki in the chest. With a muffled groan, Yuuki was thrown several meters before Saya caught him.

"Princess, are you alright?"

Saya asked worriedly.

Yuuki clutched his chest and sneered, "I'm absolutely not going to die!"

Saya looked at Princess Minagawa and felt that she was different from usual, but she couldn't put her finger on it, and even if she knew, she couldn't say it.

"Yuuki..."

Yang Zhuihui collapsed backward as if his soul had been ripped out.

The Divine Eagle let out a mournful cry, grabbed Yang Zhuihui with its claws, threw him onto its back, and with a flap of its golden wings, took flight.

High in the sky, the Divine Eagle transformed into human form, its jade-like hands tightly embracing Yang Zhuihui, a pair of golden wings sprouting from its back.

"Master, Master, you mustn't be hurt, I can't lose you," the Divine Eagle,

now a large-breasted girl, choked out.

Yang Zhuihui's face was deathly pale, his pupils dilated, his soul seemingly having left his body, and blood gushing from his abdomen sprayed like tears onto the boundless sea.

Yuuki Minagawa raised the strange sword stained with Yang Zhuihui's blood and shouted, "Break through with all your might! Kill those you can, take those you can, and destroy everything you can't take!"

"Princess..."

Saya seemed to want to say something, but seeing Yuuki Minagawa's chilling gaze, she ultimately shut her mouth.

On the way to Chaozhou, the busty girl wept, looking at Yang Zhuihui in her arms. His gradually cooling body made her uneasy; the continuous cannon fire behind them was no longer a concern.

As soon as the Hachiman ship and the pirate ship approached Jianmen Ferry, they launched a barrage of cannon fire, destroying all the simple defensive structures at sea.

If they successfully passed through Jianmen Ferry, Chaozhou would be in grave danger!

At this critical moment, Ming Dynasty warships were approaching Jianmen Ferry at top speed, every soldier shirtless, revealing their strong chest muscles. Looking at the imposing yakuman ships, Hai Rui, standing at the forefront, shouted, "We swear to defend Jianmen Ferry to the death, at all costs! We must protect the people of Chaozhou!"

As soon as the governor finished speaking, all the officers and soldiers raised their guns and shouted, while soldiers responsible for loading cannonballs filled the cannons with black shells.

"Fire!"

A hundred cannons fired simultaneously, exploding around the yakuman ships. The unluckiest yakuman ship had its bow blown off, and the Japanese pirates on board jumped into the sea, swimming towards the other yakuman ships.

"Fire!"

Minagawa Yuki shouted, raising his sword, his starry eyes cold.

After a brief period of peace, Jianmen Ferry, already embroiled in constant warfare, was once again plunged into continuous fighting. The cannon fire was relentless, and both sides' warships suffered varying degrees of damage. Overall, the Ming army's losses were far more severe. A cannonball struck a Ming warship on the left, blowing the upper half of the soldier loading the cannonball to pieces, leaving his lower half still standing. The gunner next to him was thrown off the ship and fell into the sea. Another cannonball landed, and the gunner, trying to swim back to the ship, was blown to pieces.

This scene continued until one side retreated, surrendered, or was completely annihilated!

"General, this time we have pirates helping us, and we suffered heavy losses yesterday. Our forces are not as strong as before. We must retreat this time!"

Yu Dayou shouted into Hai Rui's ear.

"Dying on the battlefield is more glorious than fleeing in defeat."

Clutching the precious sword bestowed upon him by the Jiajing Emperor, Hai Rui couldn't tell if he was indignant or sorrowful. He drew the gleaming sword, stood at the bow of his ship, and, watching the approaching Hachiman fleet, shouted, "Even if we block Jianmen Ferry with our corpses, we cannot let the Japanese pirates pass! Soldiers! Dying on the battlefield is the most glorious choice for a soldier!"

Hai Rui's voice was completely drowned out by the cannon fire, but just seeing their commander, Hai Rui, leading from the front, filled them with renewed confidence: they roared and shouted, continuing their tenacious resistance.

Xia Yao, riding at full speed, was less than half a mile from Jianmen Ferry, but a soldier blocked her way, refusing to let anyone pass, even when Xia Yao said she was going to help the Ming army.

Chapter 86, Dragon Girl Remembers Willow

"I am Xu Jie, the personal bodyguard of Minister Xu. I am ordered by the Minister to deliver a letter to Governor Hai. Please let me through!"

Xia Yao shouted. Hearing the sound of cannon fire, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an unseen hand, causing her great pain.

"I'm sorry, this is Governor Hai's order. No one is allowed to pass,"

he explained.

"What if I insist on going?"

Xia Yao sneered.

"No."

The soldiers had already raised their red-tasseled spears.

Xia Yao drew her sword with extremely slow movements, the blade scraping against the scabbard producing an extremely grating sound.

"Governor Hai doesn't want anyone else to die!"

he shouted. "Since you are the Minister's bodyguard, you should understand this even more. This is a war we absolutely cannot win!"

Xia Yao sighed, looking at the sky already swallowed by black smoke, and muttered to herself, "The emperor is incompetent, treacherous officials are in power, there are Tatars in the north and Japanese pirates in the south. Is our Ming Dynasty about to end like this?" "

It's the inevitable trend."

The soldiers trembled, tears streaming down their faces, and stepped aside, shouting, "A true man should die on the battlefield! Please!"

"Thank you!"

Xia Yao whipped her horse, and the steed neighed and galloped towards Jianmen Ferry.

Heaven seemed to pity the lives taken by the cannon fire, and a relentless downpour poured down, but it was powerless to stop the war.

"Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!"

Xia Yao's voice echoed across half the sky.

On the other side...

The busty girl flew swiftly, looking up at the sky. The relentless, cold rain poured down on her and Yang Zhuihui, making him feel even colder. Tears mingled with the rain dripped onto Yang Zhuihui's face, but his eyes were already closed.

"Master, I don't want you to die! You are my master. If you die, I won't live either,"

the busty girl choked out, the raindrops on her golden wings splashing in all directions.

Before even reaching Chaozhou, Yang Zhuihui's neck had already buckled. The busty girl touched his chest; his heart had stopped beating.

"No!"

the busty girl screamed. A golden light surged in all directions, illuminating the gray world, but only for a moment.

The busty girl no longer had the strength to fly, and she clung to Yang Zhuihui as they plummeted.

Landing among the reeds, she laid Yang Zhuihui on the ground. Looking at his still-open eyes and lifeless face, the busty girl wept on him, her large breasts pressing against his chest, but he couldn't feel it.

"Don't sleep anymore, young master, or you'll never wake up."

"Wake up, many people have died because of the butterfly."

The gentle voice of an unknown girl echoed in Yang Zhuihui's mind, and he could feel a pair of warm hands stroking his face. Hearing her nightingale-like voice, Yang Zhuihui, still in a daze, finally opened his eyes.

His vision gradually cleared, and Yang Zhuihui saw a naked girl with dragon horns kneeling before him. She had willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, smiling lips, and fair skin. Her breasts were proud and firm, and her pubic area, devoid of any pubic hair, was sealed shut by her tightly closed thighs.

"Young master, are you awake?"

The girl with dragon horns stroked Yang Zhuihui's cheek. Seeing his eyes fixed on her breasts, the girl wasn't angry; instead, she exclaimed excitedly, "Young master, you're finally awake!"

Yang Zhuihui stared at the girl's two pink nipples, propped himself up, and asked, "Where am I?"

When he realized he was also completely naked, Yang Zhuihui blushed, his thick, long penis erect and throbbing, its glans a bright red.

The dragon-horned girl covered her mouth and laughed, her breasts rippling with her laughter, and whispered, "This is your inner world."

"Then am I dead?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, rising to look around at the seemingly endless white world, a nameless panic rising in his heart.

"Everyone comes to their own world after death. When that world is completely plunged into darkness, their soul is taken to the underworld. So, when you can no longer see anything, that means you're in the underworld."

The dragon-horned girl stood up, exactly a head shorter than Yang Zhuihui; if you counted her two dragon horns, she was the same height as him.

"So you mean I'm about to go to the underworld?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, his face filled with terror, not from fear of death, but from worry about the beautiful women who cared for him, many of whom he hadn't yet added to his harem!

“Young master, don’t rush. This world won’t disappear so quickly. I’ll tell you a story, would you like to hear it?”

The dragon-horned girl acted very naturally, making no attempt to conceal her private parts, instead displaying them openly before Yang Zhuihui.

“I probably don’t have time to hear any stories. Just tell me how to leave here,”

Yang Zhuihui said with a wry smile.

“Without hearing this story, young master will definitely not be able to return to his original world. He will only be given the Meng Po soup and then thrown into the cycle of reincarnation.”

The dragon-horned girl smiled with narrowed eyes, standing directly in front of Yang Zhuihui, her nipples almost touching his body.

“Then just tell me briefly. I really don’t have much time,”

Yang Zhuihui said, completely ignoring the girl’s blatant seduction.

Fifty years ago, in the East Sea, there lived two beautiful dragon sisters, Huai Die and Yi Liu. They were inseparable since childhood until the Dragon King forced Yi Liu to marry the son of the West Sea Dragon King, breaking their bond. Huai Die confessed her love to Yi Liu, but Yi Liu dismissed it as a joke, as they were both women. Later, Huai Die ran away, and Yi Liu married the West Sea Dragon King's son. On her way to the West Sea, Huai Die reappeared, again demanding Yi Liu's affections. At that time, Yi Liu was unaware of Huai Die's true love for her, ignoring the feelings that transcended sisterly bonds, and thus rejected Huai Die's unfounded confession once more. Near the West Sea, Huai Die, who had been following them, reappeared, murdered all the officials in front of Yi Liu, and forcibly abducted her. Liu. The Four Dragon Kings learned of this and sent men to search the entire sea for the sisters Huai Die and Yi Liu, but they couldn't find them because they had already come ashore. Having lived in the water for so long, they could hardly survive without it. Then, they encountered Lu Jian, the then-governor of Chaozhou. The somewhat naive Huai Die told Lu Jian about their past, and he took them back to his mansion, preparing separate rooms for the two dragon maidens and providing them with ample seawater every day—a truly caring act. Unfortunately, this was all Lu Jian's doing. One stormy night, he drugged and raped Huai Die. Upon waking, Huai Die committed suicide. He then tried to rape Yi Liu in the same way, but Yi Liu and Huai Die were of one mind; when Huai Die's life ended, Yi Liu also chose to commit suicide. "

And then?"

Yang Zhuihui pressed, seeing the sorrow on the dragon-horned girl's face, he already sensed that she was either Huai Die or Yi Liu.

The dragon-horned girl maintained her smile, yet couldn't conceal the indescribable sorrow within. She murmured, "Later, Huai Die's vengeful spirit killed everyone in the Governor's Mansion, leaving only a kind person who had been specifically responsible for taking care of them. The souls of the two dragon girls remained in the Governor's Mansion for over forty years. I forget when it started, but a new Governor moved into the mansion. Because he was too righteous, Huai Die couldn't harm him. Many years later, you appeared in the Governor's Mansion."

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's astonished expression, the girl smiled faintly and continued, "That night, that woman moved into Huai Die's room. Because she was too kind, Huai Die couldn't kill her, so she possessed her body and began to control her. You, on the other hand, moved into Yi Liu's room. After your lewd encounter with Yi Liu, Yi Liu's soul transformed into a colorful bead, which later merged with yours."

"You are Yi Liu,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

“Hehe, yes, I thought Huai Die wouldn’t be so easy to control, but things always turn out unexpectedly.”

Yi Liu sighed, “If I’m not mistaken, it’s because she left you that her heart has become fragile.”

“I knew You Shu wouldn’t do something so cruel!”

Yang Zhuihui clenched his fists.

“Young Master, Yi Liu doesn’t actually hope for anything, I only hope that you can make my sister’s soul submit to fate and be successfully exorcised, otherwise, I don’t know how many more people will be harmed.”

“Then what should I do?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“You will know.”

Yi Liu reached out and stroked Yang Zhuihui’s cheek, her red lips already pressed against Yang Zhuihui’s lips, slowly sucking on Yang Zhuihui’s lips, her right leg clamping Yang Zhuihui’s waist, her hand grabbing Yang Zhuihui’s penis and pressing it against the entrance of her honey hole, her body thrusting, her penis “whoosh” plunging into the depths of her honey hole.

“Ah!”

Yi Liu cried out, her head tilted back, her delicate body trembling, her beautiful breasts rippling.

As soon as the penis entered, vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing onto the white ground. The white in the distance was swallowed by darkness, and the deathly darkness surged towards the two from all directions.

"Harder...uh...you have to thrust into me harder...that's how we can get out of here...uh..."

Yi Liu kicked her left leg, clamping herself around Yang Zhuihui's waist like a sloth, her engorged nipples rubbing wantonly against Yang Zhuihui's chest to increase their pleasure.

Sensing the approaching darkness, Yang Zhuihui, fearing he would be drinking the soup of oblivion, thrust desperately. It wasn't like making love; it was more like a life-or-death struggle. He showed no tenderness towards Yi Liu, only knowing to thrust as hard as he could. However, Yi Liu's expression was one of intense ecstasy, seemingly a natural masochist.

"Hurry! Hurry!"

Yang Zhuihui urged, as if forcing a duck onto a shelf. But he wasn't just saying it; he was taking action, as evidenced by his vigorously thrusting penis.

"Ah...ah..."

Yi Liu shook her delicate body as if possessed, her breasts shaking even more violently.

Watching the light almost completely swallowed by darkness, Yang Zhuihui finally felt a warm flow onto his glans; he had brought Yi Liu to orgasm. Just as he was about to boast about his sexual prowess, Yang Zhuihui felt a heavy blow to the head and completely lost consciousness.

When Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes again, he saw the busty girl lying on top of him, crying.

Sensing Yang Zhuihui move, the busty girl stared at him with her tear-filled eyes. Seeing that he had revived, she first excitedly shed more tears, then her face filled with fear, and she swung her fist, smashing it into Yang Zhuihui's forehead.

"Ah!"

Yang Zhuihui screamed, then collapsed to the ground, motionless.

"I can't be seen by my master, but I can't hit my master either!"

The busty girl covered her mouth, placing her hand under Yang Zhuihui's nose. Seeing that her master had stopped breathing again, the busty girl cried even more bitterly.

With the help of pirate sulfuric acid cannonballs, the Japanese pirates clearly held the scythe of death in their hands. With each deafening cannon shot, Ming soldiers perished in the sea, turning the water blood-red. The stench of blood mixed with the pungent smell of sulfuric acid spread far and wide. Some civilians who dared to watch from afar took rakes and other farm tools, preparing to fight off the Japanese pirates on land, but they hoped even more that Hai Rui's Ming army would win the war.

Chapter 87, Rampage on Ship

As time passed, the Ming army's fortunes waned. Their fleet dwindled from 250 ships to 100, with over 30 of those remaining damaged to varying degrees, most rendered inoperable and relegated to cannon fire.

"Princess Minagawa, with our help, you can really plunder to your heart's content this time!"

the female pirate said triumphantly, waving her slender arm.

Standing on the main warship, Minagawa Yuuki silently watched the fiery, blood-soaked battlefield before him. The dragon-blade in his hand gleamed eerily with a deathly edge. Seeing a companion running past him, Minagawa Yuuki's eyes flashed with cold light. He plunged the blade into the man's chest, piercing his heart without warning.

"Princess! What are you doing?"

Saya cried out, nearly fainting from the pungent smell of blood as Princess Minagawa forcefully spun the dragon-blade, cleaving the man's chest.

"Men deserve to die!"

Minagawa Yuuki shouted, leaping onto another Hachiman ship and slaughtering her companions.

"Is she insane?"

the female pirate cried out. Having witnessed countless bloody scenes, she was utterly shocked by Minagawa Yuuki's sudden brutality. When she saw Minagawa Yuuki, who had killed over twenty people, turn her gaze to her pirate ship, she immediately rang the alarm bells and shouted, "This woman is fucking insane! All pirate ships, full speed ahead to Nan'ao Island! Damn it!"

Hearing her order, the pirates frantically turned their rudders and sails, abandoning the impending victory.

"Princess Minagawa!"

Saya, the female ninja, was at a loss. Watching her companions die one by one under the dragon's blade, she couldn't even take a step. She knelt weakly on the deck, only her mouth still able to utter a sound.

The Japanese pirates clearly dared not stop the princess, or even could. Ei, who raised his sword to subdue Minagawa Yuuki, had his right arm severed, followed by his head.

Other pirates tried to subdue Minagawa Yuuki with muskets, but at this moment, Minagawa Yuuki moved with incredible speed, dodging the deadly bullets and killing them one by one.

"All men deserve to die!"

Minagawa Yuuki had long lost her mind, only knowing to hack and slash until there were no more men in her sight.

Hai Rui, holding binoculars, saw this unbelievable scene and asked Qi Jiguang to take a look to see if it was real.

"It is indeed that leader. How could she kill her own people?"

Qi Jiguang nodded, his left cheek, swollen from the artillery fire.

"We can't use normal human thinking to judge these Japanese pirates. They are all inhuman madmen!"

Yu Dayou laughed loudly, "It would be best if she killed all the Japanese pirates, and then we would bombard her to pieces!"

Qi Jiguang observed Minagawa Yuuki through the binoculars again and said, "Her lightness skill is very similar to our Central Plains style, but her swordsmanship is chaotic and disorderly, yet she can kill with a single blow. More than three thousand Japanese pirates couldn't subdue her, and our men might not be able to either."

"Brother Jiguang, you underestimate us too much. I can blast her to pieces with just one cannon!"

Yu Dayou shouted.

"General Yu, this is blind confidence, a cardinal sin in military strategy,"

Hai Rui admonished.

Watching her comrades fall one by one, Saya could no longer hold back her tears. She straightened her fingers, drew a shuriken hidden in her sleeve, gripped it tightly, and charged towards the still-slashing Minagawa Yuuki.

"This can't be! We're all brothers who've been through thick and thin together!"

Saya shouted, throwing one shuriken and another sliding from her left sleeve.

Minagawa Yuuki held his sword behind his back; the shuriken clattered against the blood-stained blade and fell silently to the ground. Turning to Saya, he roared, "All men deserve to die! You'll understand this sooner or later!"

"What about your father who gave you life and raised you?"

Saya retorted.

"He deserves to die even more! He stopped me from loving Yiliu!"

This body of Minagawa Yuuki no longer belonged to her; it belonged to Huai Die, who had been raped and committed suicide. In Huai Die's eyes, there were no good men in the world, and she held the extreme view that all men deserved to die.

“You are no longer a princess.”

Realizing this, Saya raised her shuriken and said, “My lord ordered me to protect you and keep you from harm, but today you have killed so many of your comrades. Even the purest cherry blossoms cannot wash away your sins!”

With that, Saya moved swiftly towards Minagawa Yuuki. Her training from childhood had made her incredibly agile, but in Minagawa Yuuki’s eyes, she was like a dying old woman.

As Saya angrily thrust her shuriken at Minagawa Yuuki’s chest, he completely dodged her attack. The back of the blade struck Saya heavily on the back, and with a “whoosh,” Saya coughed up blood and fell heavily onto the deck.

The tip of the blade rested on Saya’s neck as Minagawa Yuuki said, “I will not kill girls because we are comrades.”

“Aren’t they comrades too?”

Saya cried.

“They can’t be.”

Minagawa Yuuki’s eyes flashed with ferocity as she once again swung her blade to kill her comrades. Saya, lying on the deck, was completely powerless to stop her and could only watch all this in anger.

Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes again, finding himself back in that terrifying world, his penis still inside Yi Liu's honeypot. Both stared at each other in disbelief.

"Why are you back again?"

Yi Liu cried out.

"I was beaten to death!"

Yang Zhuihui was extremely frustrated, and began thrusting into Yi Liu's honeypot again, her juices flowing freely, dripping onto the white-glowing ground, creating ripples that were then swallowed by the approaching darkness!

"You… um… how…"

Yi Liu, being penetrated again, could no longer speak, only continuing to moan wildly.

"This position won't work!"

Yang Zhuihui pushed Yi Liu to the ground, making her crawl like a dog, and thrust his erect penis into her, yelling, "Hurry up and orgasm!"

"Ugh...ugh..."

Yi Liu wanted to argue with Yang Zhuihui, but she was too weak. This time, Yang Zhuihui's thrusting speed was much faster. When Yang Zhuihui's glans pushed open her cervix, Yi Liu miraculously orgasmed again, and darkness swallowed the light behind Yang Zhuihui's heels.

When he opened his eyes again, Yang Zhuihui could no longer see the busty girl. The eagle was squatting to the side, looking at him with pitiful eyes. The thought that this silly bird turned into a girl had killed him made Yang Zhuihui furious. If it weren't for his superb sexual ability, which allowed him to make Yi Liu orgasm a second time before darkness swallowed him, he might be discussing with Meng Po whether to put sugar in the soup right now!

Just as Yang Zhuihui was about to speak, he noticed something cold in his hand. Looking down, he was startled to see a weapon strikingly similar to the dragon sword in Minagawa Yuuki's hand. The shape was almost identical, only longer and thinner, three feet long and two fingers wide. Compared to the dragon sword's golden, imposing aura, the small white dragon on the scabbard made this sword appear even more slender. It was clearly designed for women, making Yang Zhuihui feel somewhat embarrassed holding it.

(This is the Yi Liu Sword, named after me. The woman's sword is the Huai Die Sword, named after Huai Die. Of course, if you don't like the name, you can change it.)

Hearing the soft voice echoing in his heart, Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "I should respect my master, so let's call it the Yi Liu Sword. What should I do now?"

(Severing the Huai Die Blade was the only way. Huai Die's vengeful spirit wouldn't cease its resentment until it vanished.

) "Understood."

Yang Zhuihui drew the Yi Liu Sword. Its reflection was dazzling; even the pimples on his face were clearly visible on the blade. It truly was a fine sword, a perfect mirror!

Sheathing the sword, Yang Zhuihui mounted the Divine Eagle.

With a deeply uneasy heart, the Divine Eagle flapped its wings and flew away, letting out several cries. The reeds swayed to either side, as if bidding them farewell.

Yang Zhuihui returned to the area above Jianmen Ferry. The battlefield seemed strange. Watching Minagawa Yuuki, who was wielding his sword to kill the Japanese pirates, Yang Zhuihui felt as if that sword had pierced his heart, causing him to unconsciously clutch his chest.

(The slaughter has begun, young master, hurry and stop it!)

Yang Zhuihui slowly drew the Yi Liu Sword. Despite the overcast sky, the Yi Liu Sword emitted a light even more dazzling than the blazing sun. The torrential rain fell on the Divine Eagle's golden wings, each drop like a sparkling pearl, falling downwards.

"I don't like people who carry their resentment onto others, and Huai Die, whom you love, is one of them."

Yang Zhuihui smiled coldly, and the Divine Eagle had already flown downwards, like an eagle soaring through the sky!

Minagawa Yuuki seemed to have been summoned, raising her head and squinting at the dazzling light above, a look of excitement appearing on her face as she shouted, "Yi Liu! Yi Liu! Yi Liu!"

Approaching the Hachiman ship, Yang Zhuihui jumped onto the deck, staring at Minagawa Yuuki. Her floral kimono was stained crimson with blood, and even her once serene face was covered in blood—not hers, but the blood of the mutilated corpses on the ground.

"Yi Liu! You actually gave yourself to this man!"

Minagawa Yuuki roared, her sword flashing as it pointed at Yang Zhuihui, "I'm going to take Yi Liu back from you!"

"I will save Yuuki. I will not let you defile her again."

Yang Zhuihui had already assumed an attack stance, but he was a little afraid, fearing that he might accidentally hurt Yuuki.

Minagawa Yuuki leaped up lightly and suddenly attacked Yang Zhuihui, her blade flashing. Yang Zhuihui raised his sword to block, and the two once intimate weapons clashed, sparks flying. With a sharp clang, both of them staggered back several steps.

(Huai Die, it's Yi Liu. Don't be like that anymore. Actually, not all men are bad. There are good ones too. Lu Jian is just an exception!)

"I don't want to hear it! He raped me! I will never forgive him!"

Minagawa Yuuki cried out, tears of blood streaming down her face, her blade gleaming coldly.

At this moment, Yang Zhuihui wanted to ask: Does one man raping you mean you've been raped by every man in the world?

But he felt that asking such a question would only provoke Huai Die's anger, so he swallowed his words and observed Minagawa Yuuki's movements.

"There's another twist!"

Hai Rui exclaimed, handing the binoculars to Yu Dayou.

"That traitor actually came too!"

Yu Dayou said with disdain.

Qi Jiguang, who had taken the binoculars and witnessed Yang Zhuihui and Minagawa Yuki fighting, laughed and said, "Commander, it seems that Brother Yang still knows to prioritize the overall situation. He even charged into battle without regard for his own safety. If he can successfully subdue that cruel and ruthless leader, that will be a great achievement!"

"At least it proves my daughter did manage to keep him in check."

Hai Rui was clearly satisfied with Yang Zhuihui's behavior. If he knew his daughter had taken Yang Zhuihui to brothels, Hai Rui would have been furious enough to vomit blood and die.

Faced with Minagawa Yuuki's attacks, which were more ferocious than a storm, Yang Zhuihui was struggling to defend himself. If Yi Liu hadn't constantly distracted Huai Die, hindering her attacks, Yang Zhuihui might have died on the Hachiman ship like those Japanese pirates.

Chapter 088: A close-range

horizontal slash came, and Yang Zhuihui, sword tip touching the ground, executed a spinning kick, striking Minagawa Yuuki squarely in the waist. Upon landing, Yang Zhuihui wasn't triumphant; instead, his face was full of apology. This was Minagawa Yuuki's body. If he had left a permanent scar, it would likely become a permanent gray memory for Minagawa Yuuki. It was precisely because of this that Yang Zhuihui's attacks seemed so weak and powerless.

(Wake up, leave her body.)

"I'm going to kill this man who defiled your body!"

Minagawa Yuuki shouted, her voice sharp as she attacked Yang Zhuihui again.

Dodging the blade, Yang Zhuihui spun several times, now behind Minagawa Yuuki. Remembering Huai Die's hatred of men, Yang Zhuihui devised a plan. He casually tossed the Yi Liu sword forward to distract her, while his hands embraced Minagawa Yuuki's slender waist. As Minagawa Yuuki stared at the falling sword, Yang Zhuihui's wicked hand slipped inside her skirt. His lecherous skills allowed him to immediately press

his hand against her soft vulva, rubbing it roughly with a frenzied intensity. Huai Die truly loathed men, so while Yang Zhuihui was committing his wicked act, Minagawa Yuuki regained her senses slightly and tossed the sword aside.

(Huai Die!

Yi Liu Jian hummed and flew up, colliding with Huai Die Dao. Two beams of light, white and golden, instantly spread, enveloping the entire Jianmen Ferry. The torrential rain stopped instantly, the thick clouds dispersed, and sunlight shone down.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye—a true miracle!

Yang Zhuihui had already withdrawn his hand, which was still wet with semen. Looking at Minagawa Yuuki lying in his arms, his heart warmed, and he hugged her tightly, his gaze fixed on the two swords entangled together.

(Huai Die, we'll be together forever. Let's not dwell on the past anymore, okay?)

(Yi Liu, your body is so warm.)

The swords emitted an even stronger light, and Yang Zhuihui could only shield his eyes with his hands. Through his fingers, he saw two naked and beautiful women embracing each other, caressing each other's genitals. He couldn't hear any sound, but judging from their excited expressions, Yang Zhuihui knew they were extremely comfortable. He also wanted to rush over and make love with them, to have one dragon fight two phoenixes!

But how could he dare? If he rashly pulled out his big cock, it would definitely be cut off by Huai Die!

(Huai Die! I came!

(Me too!)

With two deafening dragon roars, the mixed light suddenly disappeared, as if it had never happened. A blue and gold dragon-carved sword fell onto the deck with a clang.

"Yang-kun, I had a terrible dream. I dreamt that I killed them all,"

Minagawa Yuuki murmured, her unfocused eyes filled with sorrow. Her body convulsed, tears streaming down her face, washing away the blood and restoring her fair complexion.

Stroking Minagawa Yuuki's face, Yang Zhuihui, heartbroken, held her tightly, softly saying, "I won't let you leave me again."

Minagawa Yuuki's eyes widened, then she suddenly pushed Yang Zhuihui away, slowly stood up, looked around at the dismembered remains on the ground, and finally understood that it wasn't a nightmare, but something that had truly happened!

"Ah!"

Minagawa Yuuki cried out, clutching her head, her body trembling even more violently. Suddenly, she stopped screaming and collapsed backward as if her soul had been ripped from her body. Yang Zhuihui quickly caught her, but she had already fainted.

Lifting Minagawa Yuuki in his arms, Yang Zhuihui ordered, "Tell them to retreat." With

the princess unconscious and Jiang Jing killed, Saya held the most weight of authority here. Touching Jiang Jing's katana, Saya stood up, raising it high, and cried out through tears, "Withdraw from Jianmen Pass!"

The Japanese pirates had lost all will to fight and turned their boats away.

"Let's press our advantage,"

Yu Dayou suggested.

"We didn't win; they won. If they hadn't announced their retreat, we would have been wiped out,"

Hai Rui sighed. "I don't know what I saw; perhaps it was all fate. Order all ships to cease fire and check the casualties."

"What about Brother Yang?"

Qi Jiguang asked.

"He'll be alright. Perhaps I should say the turning point of this war was Yang Zhuihui. When he returns, I'll hold a feast to thank him properly."

"Reporting to the Commander, someone requests an audience!"

"Hmm?"

Hai Rui looked over and saw Xia Yao, disguised as a man, standing on another ship. Hai Rui was clearly surprised that she had arrived and hurried over.

Xia Yao jumped onto the main warship and asked, "Did we win?"

"Perhaps, young brother. Why are you here?"

Hai Rui asked hastily.

"I wanted to help, but it's already over. The Minister asked me to give you a letter, which I brought."

Xia Yao took out the envelope and handed it to Hai Rui.

Hai Rui opened the envelope and glanced at it, then gasped and blurted out, "Treason?"

Seemingly knowing the contents, Xia Yao lowered her voice and said, "Governor, please don't make a sound!"

Afraid the letter would be seen, Hai Rui crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the sea, saying, "I will write a reply before you leave, and please deliver it to the Minister."

"Thank you for your trouble, Governor,"

Xia Yao said, bowing. Her every gesture betrayed her true gender; it seemed she had undergone considerable training in imitation to avenge her family. However, her breasts, wrapped in white cloth, looked rather pitiful.

"How is the princess?"

Saya entered the cabin. "Everyone is awaiting her orders."

At this moment, Minagawa Yuuki lay on the bed, his eyelashes fluttering, unable to open his eyes.

Yang Zhuihui wiped the sweat from Minagawa Yuuki's face with a damp towel and said, "I'm afraid it won't be that quick. Go out and calm them down; we absolutely cannot let them turn back."

Saya looked at the man who had captured Minagawa Yuuki's heart, said nothing more, nodded, and left the cabin.

Half an hour later, Minagawa Yuuki, who had been in a daze, finally woke up. She opened her bright eyes, clearer than a spring in the Tianshan Mountains, and looked at Yang Zhuihui with a puzzled expression. Her face showed neither joy nor sorrow, only an inexplicable confusion.

"Yuuki, you're finally awake."

Yang Zhuihui took her hand and leaned down to kiss it.

Minagawa Yuuki trembled, instinctively withdrawing her hand, staring at Yang Zhuihui, still not speaking.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Zhuihui felt that Minagawa Yuuki's expression seemed a little strange, fearing she was still affected by Huai Die.

"Big brother, who are you?"

Minagawa Yuuki's voice was very sweet, but it made Yang Zhuihui pause for several seconds.

Coming to his senses, Yang Zhuihui smiled and said, "I'm your brother, have you forgotten? We've been separated since we were little. Today you came to the Ming Dynasty on a Japanese ship, and from now on we'll live together forever."

"I don't remember."

Minagawa Yuuki shook her head, her smile incredibly sweet and pure, the sadness of the past seemingly completely gone.

"Brother will be going out for a bit, you rest first."

"It's so dark here, brother, don't go!"

Minagawa Yuuki's voice trembled as she quickly grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand.

"I'll be right back, be good."

Yang Zhuihui stroked Minagawa Yuuki's smooth hand, leaned down and kissed her forehead. Only after she let go did Yang Zhuihui leave.

"Brother, I'm so scared."

Minagawa Yuuki murmured, her bare shoulders tucked into the sheet, only her head visible, her pupils particularly bright and clear, like pearls hidden at the bottom of the sea.

When Yang Zhuihui told Saya about Yuuki's amnesia, Saya remained remarkably calm. Her plain white kimono rustled in the sea breeze, revealing her shapely figure.

Brushing aside the bangs that Ai had been covering her eyes, Saya seemed to have much to say, yet didn't know where to begin. She sighed softly, her eyes already moist, and tears welled up again, though no sound of her sobbing could be heard. She calmly wiped away her tears and, gazing towards the direction of Japan, asked, "Yang-kun, can you take good care of Princess Minagawa?"

"I can't do it alone. You need to be there, after all, you've always been by her side."

"The princess always wanted to see cherry blossoms, but she never had the chance. It seems she'll never have that opportunity again."

Turning to Yang Zhuihui, Saya continued, "What do you want now? Just tell me."

"I only wish for Yuuki's future to be peaceful and safe. That's all. I have no other thoughts,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

“Then I know what to do. Perhaps what the princess said is right. Regardless of ethnicity, we are all flesh and blood people. No one is inherently inferior, and we cannot plunder other countries because of our own country’s vulnerability.”

Saya seemed a little melancholy. “Since the princess has lost her memory, she is no longer able to command everyone. This heavy burden will fall on my shoulders. I will lead them back to Japan and dedicate my last strength to protecting the sacred land of Naganuma. So please take the princess and leave this place.”

“You’re just courting death. It’s not worth it at all!”

Yang Zhuihui pleaded.

“This isn’t a question of whether it’s worth it or not. It’s the spirit of Bushido. I am a ninja, but I understand this principle. So please don’t say anything more. Please go inside and keep the princess company. I’ll call everyone for a meeting first.”

“Tell me the results later.”

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui went into the cabin.

As soon as Minagawa Yuuki saw Yang Zhuihui, he happily rushed into his arms, hugging him tightly and murmuring, “Brother has been gone for so long. Yuuki missed you so much.”

“It’s only been a short while. How long?”

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"It's been a long time!"

Minagawa Yuuki smiled sweetly, seemingly finding the most reassuring moment only in holding Yang Zhuihui like this, completely disregarding the difference between men and women. If she saw Yang Zhuihui's already erect penis, one wonders what she would think.

To be honest, being held by a beautiful woman exuding fragrance, wearing only a thin undershirt, with her breasts constantly being squeezed, how could one not be excited? Therefore, Yang Zhuihui's erection was inevitable, not an attempt to rape Minagawa Yuuki. Now that she called him "brother," how could Yang Zhuihui still have the nerve to rape her? If so, then Yang Zhuihui would truly be worse than a beast.

"Brother, can you take me away from this dark place?"

Minagawa Yuuki looked blissfully happy, feeling Yang Zhuihui's heartbeat quicken, she hugged him even tighter, seemingly finding only in his embrace a sense of security.

“We can leave soon, don’t worry.”

Yang Zhuihui kissed Minagawa Yuuki’s forehead, gently stroking her smooth shoulders. Looking at her heaving breasts, he unconsciously swallowed. How could Yang Zhuihui possibly complete his first sexual encounter with this amnesiac beauty?

“Ah! Ah! Ah! I’m such an evil human!”

Less than fifteen minutes later, Saya came in and gestured for Yang Zhuihui to go out with her.

As soon as Yang Zhuihui stepped outside, he saw that all the Japanese pirates had white ribbons tied around their heads, with a red dot in the center.

"We've voted to return home. Please take care of Princess Minagawa. If anything happens to her..."

Saya realized she seemed unusually sentimental today, unlike her usual ninja self. She smiled reservedly, but even the strongest smile couldn't hide her inner sorrow. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Please take the princess away from here. This place no longer belongs to her."

Chapter 89, The Shy Princess.

"You've decided to go back?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"It's not my decision, it's everyone's decision."

Saya bowed deeply to Yang Zhuihui. "Please take good care of Princess Minagawa for us."

"Take good care of Princess Minagawa for us!"

All the Japanese pirates bowed to Yang Zhuihui.

Hearing the loud, unified voices and seeing the Japanese pirates whose faces looked as if they had lost their parents, Yang Zhuihui seemed to understand what his fate meant. He slowly raised his hand and shouted, "I swear on my life that if the princess is harmed, I will immediately commit seppuku!"

"Harm is inevitable, as long as the princess doesn't recall everything that happened today, it's an experience worse than death. We should leave now, please."

As they led Minagawa Yuuki out of the cabin, Yuuki was terrified to see so many unfamiliar faces. She clung to Yang Zhuihui like a canary, afraid of being hurt.

After helping Yuuki sit on the back of the divine eagle and waving to the group of Japanese pirates who were once his enemies, the eagle slowly took flight, heading towards Chaozhou under the pirates' watchful eyes.

"Take care, Princess!"

Minagawa Yuuki lay in Yang Zhuihui's arms, playing with the hem of his clothes, and asked, "Brother, who is the princess?"

"Of course, it's you."

"Aren't I your sister? How can I be a princess?"

"In my heart, you will always be a princess."

Looking at Minagawa Yuuki in his arms, Yang Zhuihui felt she was like a newborn baby.

"Then you're a prince."

Minagawa Yuuki felt there was something wrong with the title and quickly corrected herself, "Wait a minute! Aren't princesses and princes a pair? You're my brother, you can't be a pair, so what are you?"

"Who said brothers and sisters can't be a pair?"

Yang Zhuihui retorted.

"That's right."

Minagawa Yuuki felt like she had said something wrong, so she buried her head in Yang Zhuihui's strong chest, not daring to say anything more, unaware that Yang Zhuihui's large penis was pressing against her lower abdomen. The Divine Eagle landed in the backyard of the Governor's Mansion. Less than a few seconds after helping Minagawa Yuuki down, Hai Rui appeared there, alone. "We can talk later, I'll help her back to her room first,"

Yang Zhuihui said. "I'll wait for you here."

Hai Rui appeared remarkably calm, showing no anger at Minagawa Yuuki's arrival.

After instructing Minagawa Yuuki to return to the room Huai Die had once stayed in, Yang Zhuihui used the dragon-carved sword he had obtained to break the wooden plank on the window. He gave Minagawa Yuuki a few instructions, placed the sword on the table, and left.

"Come with me to the study."

Hai Rui, already over sixty, wearing armor, did not appear tall; instead, he seemed somewhat hunched. Hearing his cough, Yang Zhuihui felt that Hai Rui should be enjoying a leisurely life of tea tasting and strolling, not acting as a commander leading the charge.

Entering the study, Hai Rui asked Yang Zhuihui to sit down and inquired, "What happened to her?"

His tone was not accusatory.

Yang Zhuihui recounted the events, of course omitting the details of his lovemaking with Yi Liu in the otherworld, only mentioning that the two of them were intimately dressed and conversing.

"How come I didn't know about this matter at the Governor's Mansion?"

Hai Rui's withered fingers tapped on the desk. To verify whether Yang Zhuihui's words were true or false, he specially ordered someone to summon the old nanny. The old nanny initially wanted to conceal it, but upon hearing that Huai Die had possessed Minagawa Yuuki's body, she simply told him everything.

"Back then, I was still very young. The previous governor asked me to take care of those two beautiful young ladies. Yi Liu was very well-behaved, while Huai Die was quite extreme, but we got along quite well, until that incident happened."

The old nanny's eyes widened, and she began to sink into a nightmarish memory. "That night, there was a lot of thunder, so I went to bed early. I woke up in the middle of the night, my eyelids twitching, and I felt something was about to happen. I went to the backyard and saw the door open. I peeked in and saw Lu Jian naked, on top of Huai Die, doing something disgusting. I rushed over to push him away, but he was too strong and punched me unconscious. When I woke up, Huai Die was crouching in the corner of the bed, her lower body covered in blood. I knew it was too late to turn back, so I went to get hot water to wash her. Women have to accept their fate, and at that time..." She was supposed to marry Lu Jian as a concubine, but when I returned with the hot water, I found she had committed suicide by cutting her wrists. I still remember her eyes; they were terrifying, as if the whole world owed her something. Later, another maid said Yi Liu had also committed suicide. I felt quite sorry for her. A few days later, over a hundred people in the Governor's Mansion died overnight, leaving only me. Perhaps it was because I had taken care of them. Heh, so many years have passed; only the older generation in Chaozhou knows about this. That's why when Governor Hai took office and wanted to recruit some servants, no one signed up.

"I never imagined Lu Jian would do such a heinous thing!"

Hai Rui slammed his hand heavily on the desk, making the inkstone jump.

"Governor, please don't be angry. More than fifty years have passed; there's no point in being angry now. You should take care of yourself,"

the nanny hurriedly said.

"You may leave now,"

Hai Rui gestured.

After the old woman left, Hai Rui asked, "Guo'er, Chaozhou escaped this calamity thanks to your wit and intelligence. What do you plan to do with that Japanese girl?"

"She has lost her memory. I want to keep her by my side as a personal maid. Yushu's background is so pitiful, and I promised those Japanese pirates I would take good care of her. As a man, I cannot break my promise. Is that alright?"

Hai Rui smiled kindly and said, "As you wish. Just make sure nothing unexpected happens. Although this Japanese pirate fleet has returned, there are still many other Japanese pirates harassing the coastal areas. My old bones are destined to rot here."

"I saw a pirate ship today, and a rather dark-skinned female pirate, very fierce..."

Yang Zhuihui hadn't finished speaking when Hai Rui interrupted, "Her name is Poppy, Wu Ping's sister, and she's even more ruthless than her brother. She likes to coat cannonballs with sulfuric acid and leave them in the sun. When the cannons explode, the high-temperature sulfuric acid corrodes the ship's equipment, and if it splashes on people, their skin will ulcerate and they'll die. It's a signature skill of the pirates."

Coughing a few times, Hai Rui continued, "Luckily you let them fire so many before, otherwise our casualties would be much higher than they are now."

"I thought this was specially prepared for that silly bird, it really scared me, haha."

After a pause, Yang Zhuihui said, "Brother Qi said that if Wu Ping's gang of pirates could be eliminated, it would greatly reduce the harm caused by the Japanese pirates, right?"

"The pirates specifically provided intelligence for the Japanese pirates. Without the pirates' help, the Japanese pirates would be like headless flies, looting and running away. With the pirates' help, the situation is completely different,"

Hai Rui nodded.

"Then let's find a way to eliminate them. I have a divine bird protecting me; I'll scout the terrain of Nan'ao Island tomorrow and see if I can help everyone."

"Don't fly too low; it's heavily guarded."

Hai Rui looked at Yang Zhuihui, who seemed much more mature, and said, "I want to promote you to my deputy commander. What do you think?"

"I don't have that ability yet, but Brother Qi is different."

Yang Zhuihui declined. Compared to being a deputy commander, indulging in debauchery with beautiful women was much more practical. If he really agreed to Hai Rui's offer, wouldn't he never have peace when indulging in debauchery with women? Besides, Yang Zhuihui's goal wasn't that low; he was determined to become a lecherous emperor, making his lewd pleasures seem perfectly natural!

Hai Rui coughed twice and said, "Ji Guang is indeed capable, but I want to hone him for two more years, let him deeply understand the tactical essentials before promoting him. Actually, I would prefer him to directly succeed me."

"Then let's not choose any deputy commander."

"Actually, I just wanted to keep you here. It seems that your ambitions don't lie here, Zhuihui. So what is the purpose of your trip to Chaozhou this time?"

Yang Zhuihui then recounted the story of Ouyang Feng stealing the Nine Yin Manual.

"The martial arts world and the imperial court have a complementary relationship. We absolutely cannot allow Ouyang Feng to master the martial arts in the manual, otherwise the martial arts world will suffer a great calamity. There's nothing else here, Zhuihui, you should set off as soon as possible and get on with your business."

At this moment, Qi Jiguang walked in, cupped his hands, and said, "The matter the governor ordered has been completed." "

If you have important matters to attend to, I'll take my leave first. We can discuss it in detail during dinner."

With Hai Rui's permission, Yang Zhuihui withdrew. After taking a few steps, Yang Zhuihui stopped. From Qi Jiguang's slightly strange expression, he could tell that they seemed to be hiding something from him. To find out the truth, Yang Zhuihui hid by the side of the house and eavesdropped.

"You've already properly imprisoned Xia Shaofeng, haven't you?"

Hai Rui asked.

"Yes, everything is according to the governor's orders. Apart from you and me, no one else knows about this."

Yang Zhuihui couldn't believe what he was hearing. Xia Yao was Xu Jie's subordinate; how could Hai Rui have secretly imprisoned her?

Listening to their conversation, Yang Zhuihui finally understood that Xia Yao's imprisonment was due to her letter. Xu Jie had been too presumptuous, actually writing in the letter that he intended to usurp the throne. Although Hai Rui disliked the Ming Dynasty rulers, he still had Ming blood flowing in his veins and would never consider assisting Xu Jie in his usurpation. Therefore, the direct consequence was that the messenger Xia Yao was imprisoned!

Knowing that Hai Rui intended to detain Xia Yao first and then send a message to the capital via carrier pigeon to expose Xu Jie's plot to usurp the throne, Yang Zhuihui became even more anxious. Knowing the location of her imprisonment, Yang Zhuihui quickly left. He knew this was no longer a place he could stay; Hai Rui's inflexibility could very well cost him his life!

Finding Xia Yao's location, he knocked out the guards and broke down the door. He found Xia Yao bound hand and foot, with a rag stuffed in her mouth. Yang Zhuihui quickly removed the rag.

"You scared me to death!"

Xia Yao said, still shaken.

“You’ve been betrayed.”

As he spoke, Yang Zhuihui helped Xia Yao untie the ropes.

“Who betrayed me?”

“Xu Jie.”

“Don’t talk nonsense. How could the Minister betray me?”

“Xu Jie is resourceful, I admit that, but he’s too cunning. He definitely knows what the punishment for plotting to usurp the throne will be. The fact that he dared to write a letter about usurping the throne to Hai Rui, with whom he has little relationship, suggests only two possibilities: first, he knows Hai Rui is also plotting a rebellion; second, he wants to test Hai Rui. With Xu Jie’s intelligence, he would only write the letter if he was certain that Hai Rui also wanted to rebel. Your imprisonment only suggests the second possibility. The second possibility can be further divided into two possibilities: first, Hai Rui readily agreed; second, Hai Rui absolutely opposed it. Obviously, your experience is the best proof that he absolutely opposed it. You probably didn’t know the contents of the letter before you came, right?”

After untying the ropes, Yang Zhuihui kindly rubbed Xia Yao’s bruised hands.

“I didn’t know,”

Xia Yao shook her head.

Chapter 90, Playful

"That means your trip was definitely dangerous, yet Xu Jie didn't tell you a single detail. That's enough to show you were betrayed by him, that old fox!"

Yang Guo said coldly.

"Lord Xu isn't that kind of person. He just wants to change the dynasty. If it's really as you say, I'm willing to give my life for Lord Xu's plan!"

"It seems you're also a stubborn person. Whether you're smart or not, we have to leave tonight, or your head will be in danger."

Yang Guo helped Xia Yao up and left the woodshed, telling her to go pick up Yuuki. He then ran to find the mermaid sisters and Third Sister. Fortunately, there weren't many people in the Governor's Mansion, so their operation went very smoothly.

When Yang Guo led the three of them to the backyard, Minagawa Yuuki was already standing there. As soon as she saw Yang Guo, Minagawa Yuuki's nose tingled, and she threw herself into his arms, murmuring, "Brother, so good, I've seen you again."

"Brother?"

Shi Le looked at the "brother and sister" with almost contempt.

"Let's go."

Yang Guo gestured.

"What about Xiaoxue?"

Wu Sanniang asked.

"She's Hai Rui's granddaughter. Staying here won't cause any problems; bringing her along would only be a burden. Besides, this is her destination, while we're heading towards Qiongzhou. Unexpected things might happen on the way, so it's best for her to stay here."

Hearing Yang Guo's analysis, Wu Sanniang could only nod. She was somewhat worried about leaving Guo Fu alone, after all, she was her goddaughter!

"Give me the sword,"

Yang Guo said, reaching out his hand.

Xia Yao then handed Yang Guo the dragon-carved sword she had taken from Minagawa Yuuki's room, saying, "This is a rare and fine sword. You are very fortunate to have it. But why hasn't it been sharpened?"

"Really?"

Yang Guo seemed a little confused.

"Don't you know?"

Xia Yao was quite surprised.

"I haven't opened it since I got it, how would I know? Alright, enough said, let's get going."

Yang Guo subconsciously drew the dragon-carved sword; it was indeed unsharpened, which was very strange!

With Guo Fu gone and Minagawa Yuuki added, the overall weight didn't change much, so the Three-Headed Phoenix flew effortlessly.

After ascending over a hundred zhang, Yang Guo gazed at the sea, lost in thought. He thought about how hundreds of lives had just been taken there, and how a sorrowful beauty had lost her memory. Yang Guo didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. To be honest, Yang Guo didn't want Yuuki to carry the burden of her clan's extermination forever, and he especially didn't want Yuuki to remember the incredibly cruel fact of killing her companions!

Was it all Huai Die's fault?

"Let's go,"

Yang Guo patted the Three-Headed Phoenix's head, "Fly southwest, destination Qiongzhou!"

"Brother."

Minagawa Yuuki, as if drunk, was closest to Yang Guo, clinging to his lap, enjoying the close contact.

"Wait!"

Xia Yao suddenly called out, and the Three-Headed Phoenix, which was about to turn around, stopped.

Xia Yao pointed to the sea beyond Jianmen Ferry and asked, "Are those the Hachiman ships?"

Yang Guo squinted at the scene and reluctantly replied, "That's true, but I've already told them they can't possibly come back."

"The facts are clear; we need to inform Governor Hai,"

Xia Yao said.

"Aren't you afraid of being arrested again?"

Yang Guo retorted.

"My life is a small matter; the safety of the people of Chaozhou is the most important thing, so hurry up and go down,"

Xia Yao patted Yang Guo's shoulder.

Thinking of the people of Chaozhou, Yang Guo had no choice but to have the three-headed phoenix land in the backyard of the Governor's mansion.

(Damn it! I'm just a transmigrator! Why should I care so much! Anyway, war is inevitable!)

That's what Yang Guo thought, but he agreed with Xia Yao's point of view. He just didn't want Xia Yao to be arrested by that stubborn Hai Rui again. If that happened, Yang Guo would definitely pull out his big cock and stab that coughing man Hai Rui to death!

"Xia Yao, you take You Shu back and keep her company. I'll go see what happened."

"Boring, let's continue soaking."

Shi Le yawned and left with his sister's hand.

"I'll keep You Shu company too, she's so pitiful."

Wu San Niang said, still holding You Shu's shamisen, which You Shu used to always have with her, but now You Shu completely forgot it belonged to her, and didn't even look at it.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you."

Yang Guo nodded and was about to mount the bird's back.

"With her taking care of You Shu, I'll go with you. I feel very uncomfortable if I don't warm up."

Xia Yao said eagerly.

"Alright, leaving you here might be less safe. Come on up."

Yang Guo had already extended his hand. Xia Yao, who disliked close contact with Yang Guo, jumped up herself, but had no choice but to stick close to Yang Guo's back. The three-headed phoenix flew extremely fast, and if the distance between them became too great, there was a risk of them falling apart. So Xia Yao could only let Yang Guo take advantage of her.

Flying towards the sea, Yang Guo turned his head and asked, "Xia Yao, I think your breasts seem a little bigger than before."

"Watch out or I'll stab you to death with my sword!"

Xia Yao threatened, a blush flashing across her cheeks. Meeting Yang Guo's wicked gaze, Xia Yao's heart raced, and she dared not meet his eyes.

"I'm just stating the facts. If you don't believe me, pinch them yourself and see."

Yang Guo said with a wicked smile.

"I pinched them, and I didn't..."

Realizing she had said something she shouldn't have, Xia Yao's face turned even redder, like a ripe tomato. She quickly said, "Who would do such a disgusting thing!"

“I can, how about I try it now to see if it gets bigger?” Yang

Guo gestured as if to pinch her breast.

Xia Yao drew her sword and said coldly, “Then prepare to die!”

Faced with Xia Yao, who was beautiful but occasionally brandished her sword, Yang Guo was somewhat helpless. He raised his eyebrows and said, “Then I’ll help you when you want me to pinch your breast.”

“You’re crazy!”

Xia Yao cursed, her breasts still pressed against Yang Guo’s back. Because of the flapping wings of the three-headed phoenix, their bodies would constantly rub against each other, causing Xia Yao’s nipples to rub against Yang Guo’s back. Although she had wrapped her breasts with a white cloth, that area was one of the most sensitive areas for women. Having just been teased by Yang Guo’s words, Xia Yao felt a little uncomfortable, and even felt a little itchy in her nipples, a feeling she had never experienced before.

Flying over Jianmen Ferry, Yang Guo saw not only the Hachiman ships that should have already returned to Japan, but also another group of Hachiman ships following closely behind, with white flags raised high and the words “Sheng Yu” written on them. It seemed to be Minagawa Yuuki. The Sheng Yu clan, whom he had mentioned before, should be fighting the Naganuma clan in Japan. How could they possibly be making such a grand entrance across the ocean? Unless the Naganuma clan was destroyed, meaning his future father-in-law was likely already dead.

Approaching, Yang Guo was shocked again by the sheer number of Sheng Yu's yakana ships—they practically filled the entire sea surface, no less than a thousand! Yuuki and his three hundred yakana ships had already terrified the Ming army; if they knew a thousand large yakana ships were now appearing, their morale would likely collapse completely.

Boom!

The cannons roared, and the last Naganuma yakana ship billowed smoke and sank instantly into the sea.

"What a long range!"

Yang Guo exclaimed. It seemed that the Sheng Yu Hachiman ships were much better equipped than the Naganuma Hachiman ships. At this distance, the Naganuma Hachiman ships couldn't fire at all. Even if they did, they could only kill a few fish that came to join the fun. If they killed a white whale, that would be quite worthwhile.

"Do you know what the situation is now? Is it internal strife?"

Xia Yao asked.

"No, this is a war between two clans in Japan. However, judging from the current situation, this war will spread to the Ming Dynasty. The Hachiman ships in front are no match for those behind. They might be a little better at close range, but at this distance, the Hachiman ships in front are likely to be attacked. However, the fact that the Hachiman ships in front are fleeing instead of fighting shows that the difference in their military strength is too great."

"It seems that your analytical skills are quite good."

Xia Yao chuckled.

"Actually, my skills in bed are the best."

"Go to hell! I won't praise you anymore!"

Xia Yao angrily smacked Yang Guo on the head.

"Ouch, you'll become stupid. If our children become idiots, it will all be your fault!"

Yang Guo shouted.

"Tch! Don't think about such disgusting things!"

Xia Yao retorted.

Looking at Xia Yao at this moment, Yang Guo really thought she was quite cute. Unfortunately, he couldn't take liberties with her now. Assessing the situation was the most important thing, so Yang Guo commanded the three-headed phoenix to fly towards the main warship of Chang Nu.

Landing on the deck, Saya, who had changed into light soft armor, poked her head out of the cabin and called out, "Why did you come back again?"

"That's what I should be asking you."

Yang Guo pulled Xia Yao's hand and jumped onto the deck, then told the three-headed phoenix to fly away first, otherwise it would become a target.

"Come in and we'll talk."

Saya hurriedly said.

Entering the cabin, Saya seemed uneasy and said, "I'm afraid Chang Nu has been destroyed. Sheng Yu and the others have set their sights on your country. This time, the fleet they sent carried at least 40,000 people, a very large scale. Unfortunately, we just happened to run into them. During the battle, we had ten ships lined up to block them, but strangely..."

Before Saya could finish speaking, the ship was violently struck, and a faint roar was heard.

"A dragon!"

Saya exclaimed. "A dragon destroyed the defenses in an instant, and we had no choice but to run back."

Hearing this, and then the roar of the dragon, Yang Guo really wanted to grab the author of this novel and question him: "Is this a martial arts or fantasy novel? How come a dragon is even appearing? Isn't this deliberately trying to embarrass me?"

Unfortunately, the author who disappeared without a trace after only writing 50,000 words couldn't possibly answer his question. Anyway, whether it was a martial arts or fantasy world, what Yang Guo wanted to do was to eliminate all the factors that hindered his lewd pleasures and build his own harem of debauchery!

"I'll go out and see what's going on."

With that, Yang Guo ran out, with Xia Yao following closely behind.

As soon as they stepped out, a giant wave crashed over them, drenching Yang Guo and Xia Yao completely. Spitting out salty seawater, Yang Guo cursed, "Damn it, it hasn't been filtered yet!"

"Look at that,"

Xia Yao said, her legs trembling as she stared at the giant blue dragon before her.

Yang Guo's reaction wasn't much better; the blue dragon's massive head emerging from the water was truly terrifying. Its head alone was larger than a carriage, and its gaping maw could easily swallow several people whole. He wondered how enormous it would be if it fully emerged from the water—it could probably crush the Hachiman Ship to pieces!

A startled cry rang out, and a three-headed phoenix coiled atop the blue dragon's head, its body radiating dazzling flames. Each flap of its wings sent waves of heat radiating in all directions, making Yang Guo feel as if he were about to be vaporized.

Only then did the blue dragon notice the three-headed phoenix. It opened its mouth, and a water sphere formed within its mouth. With a deafening roar, the water sphere shot out, knocking the three-headed phoenix away.

Chapter 97, May 26th, Aerial Rampage. Yang

Zhuihui didn't see any houses or anything like that. After asking the five men, he learned that the pirates' main camp was actually at the foot of the mountain. They had hollowed out the rock wall and lived in caves inside. As for the size of the cave, none of them could say for sure, but a cave that could hold five thousand pirates must be enormous. This reminded Yang Zhuihui of the tunnel warfare during the Liberation War.

"Going down here shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"No problem, but is it even worth it? The five of us would definitely be killed if we went down."

"I didn't want you to fight the pirates. I'll tell you the details after I bring the other five men."

After saying that, Yang Zhuihui rode away on his divine eagle.

After safely bringing the other five men to their destination, Yang Zhuihui said, "Your mission is simple: attract the pirates' attention and disperse their forces. This will reduce the number of pirates in front, making it much easier for the Commander to break through their defenses. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

the ten men replied.

"And one more crucial point,"

Yang Zhuihui said solemnly, raising his index finger, "Absolutely no direct confrontation with the pirates is permitted. Your task is to fire blanks to draw their attention, maintaining a safe distance. Approach the pirates' headquarters in pairs from different directions. Only fire when you hear gunfire ahead, understand?"

"Yes!"

the ten men replied again, their chests puffed out, thrilled to have received this glorious mission.

"Let's begin."

Yang Zhuihui patted each of their shoulders, looking at these ten men his own age. Thinking of the many like them who had died on the battlefield, Yang Zhuihui felt a pang of sadness. But that's war; a war without bloodshed is no war at all. "Take care."

Yang Zhuihui smiled as he mounted his divine eagle and departed.

Watching Yang Zhuihui's departing figure, a Ming soldier exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "Why do I feel he's even greater than the Commander-in-Chief!"

"Same here."

After arranging the troops to deceive the enemy, Yang Zhuihui flew back to the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion, carrying the mermaid sisters towards Jianmen Ferry. Yang Zhuihui had originally intended to bring Wu Sanniang along, but unfortunately, because they had worked too hard that morning, Wu Sanniang, who was taking a midday nap, hadn't gotten up yet.

Landing back on Hai Rui's warship, Xia Yao had been waiting there for a long time.

"Can we begin our operation now?"

Xia Yao asked.

"Yes, almost. Swords aren't very effective; it's best to use muskets,"

Yang Zhuihui suggested.

"Martial artists don't use those things. They're inaccurate and too noisy. I'd rather use a sword,"

Xia Yao shook her head.

"That's true, but..."

Yang Zhuihui looked at the imposing, unsharpened dragon-carved sword in his hand, seemingly a little frustrated. He slowly drew it, the light reflecting off the blade making it hard to open his eyes. He had no choice but to sheathe the sword, muttering, "It's a good sword, but I have no idea how to use it."

"Of course it's a good sword, you can tell just by looking at the scabbard."

After a pause, Xia Yao added, "Unfortunately, its current owner is an idiot who doesn't know how to use a sword!"

Yang Zhuihui rolled his eyes at Xia Yao and threatened in a low voice, "If you flirt with me again, I'll reveal that you're a woman disguised as a man, and also how many nights we've slept together, let's see what you do then!"

"You dare?"

Xia Yao drew the sword two inches.

"Hehe, it's not that I don't dare, it's just pointless. You'll be my woman from now on, so why should I reveal your secrets?"

"Go to hell!"

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, not daring to look at this frivolous man anymore.

At this moment, Hai Rui approached and asked, "How is the situation?"

"Everything is under control. I would appreciate it if the Commander could order all ships to set sail and rendezvous with Saya and her fleet,"

Yang Zhuihui replied with a smile.

"Hmm."

Hai Rui summoned the commanders of each warship and gave them some instructions. Upon hearing that they were to join forces with their arch-enemy, the Japanese pirates, to attack pirates, the subordinates were somewhat dissatisfied, but they had no choice. Military orders were absolute, and even if they were dissatisfied, they could only keep it to themselves.

After successfully rendezvous with Saya's fleet, Yang Zhuihui, a man without any official rank, became the commander-in-chief of both sides. Under his orders, the warships of both sides began to converge. Because the Hachiman ships were longer and more slender, making it easier for them to pass through the reefs, Yang Zhuihui had some of the Ming soldiers board the Hachiman ships as well, and these nineteen Hachiman ships were placed at the forefront.

On their journey to Nan'ao Island, the Japanese pirates and the Ming army initially barely glanced at each other, but their curiosity quickly led them to chat. They even reminisced about their past battles, laughing heartily and instantly bridging the gap between them.

"I hope Yushu is safe,"

Yang Zhuihui said, standing at the bow, gazing ahead without a smile. Although he had assured Hai Rui that everything was under control, was it truly so? That unseen pawn was becoming the key to the success or failure of this war!

"We should set off,"

Yang Zhuihui said, extending his hand to Xia Yao.

"Let's go,"

Xia Yao said, taking Yang Zhuihui's hand and being pulled onto the back of the divine eagle.

"Be careful,"

Hai Rui cautioned.

"Yes,"

the two replied, and the divine eagle took flight.

"Take care, my husband!"

Shi Le called out.

"Guo'er is married?"

Hai Rui was startled.

"Can't I call him that if he's not married?"

Shi Le retorted.

"Alright, alright, we're all hot-blooded men."

Hai Rui shook his head and said, "Please, ladies, lead the way for us."

"No trouble at all, someone will treat us sisters to dinner tonight."

Shi Le smiled very sweetly, squinting at the divine eagle that was about to disappear from sight. She was imagining the scene of copulating with Yang Zhuihui that night, and felt a sweetness in her heart. She even felt her lower body getting a little wet.

Standing behind Hai Rui, Qi Jiguang gazed at the divine eagle already soaring into the sky and asked, "General, don't you feel that he's shouldering all the burdens alone?"

"Heh, to become a great general, this is nothing,"

Hai Rui replied, hands behind his back.

"Will he stay with us?"

Qi Jiguang asked again.

"This isn't where he belongs. He has more important places to go."

Hai Rui turned to the dashing Qi Jiguang, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "After I die, you will lead this fleet. Then you'll teach those Japanese pirates who dare to invade the territory of our Great Ming a lesson!"

"The General won't die!"

Qi Jiguang quickly bowed.

"Born here, raised here, and will die here—this is my last wish."

After saying this, Hai Rui coughed a few times, glanced at Yu Dayou on another warship, and said, "Dayou is naturally combative and outspoken. He's a very good subordinate, but he can't lead. If he contradicts you in the future, you should be more accommodating."

Qi Jiguang was a little confused, but still nodded.

At this moment, the Divine Eagle was already circling above the city wall. Because of the dazzling sunlight and its high flight, the pirates patrolling below hadn't noticed it.

Yang Zhuihui squinted at the ground below and asked, "Are you confident?"

"Before asking that, could you take your hands off me?"

Xia Yao said disdainfully. She was sitting in front of Yang Zhuihui, whose arms were around her waist, making her feel very uncomfortable.

"Hold on tighter, so you won't fall off,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, his hand touching Xia Yao's lower abdomen before slowly moving towards her pubic area.

"Careful or I'll chop your hand off!"

Xia Yao snapped, pinning down Yang Zhuihui's menacing hand.

"What a spoilsport."

Yang Zhuihui moved his hand away, but his erect penis remained pressed against Xia Yao's buttocks, rubbing against her. Looking down, he saw two pirates beside each cannon, one loading shells and the other aiming and firing—meaning at least a hundred men, plus those patrolling the beach. Yang Zhuihui was truly uncertain about the situation.

After waiting a while above, seeing the warship rapidly approaching, Yang Zhuihui knew he couldn't delay any longer. He absolutely couldn't let the pirates point their cannons at the warship, or the consequences would be unpredictable!

"Silly bird, let's go."

The eagle flapped its wings, golden light spreading in all directions. With a cry, it flew rapidly downwards. Yang Zhuihui hugged Xia Yao tightly, afraid she would fall, but his hands were in the wrong place, each pinching one of Xia Yao's breasts.

Xia Yao's face flushed red, but given the special circumstances, she could only tolerate Yang Zhuihui's audacity.

"So small,"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"You're the small one!"

Xia Yao raised her crutch and attacked Yang Zhuihui's abdomen, but Yang Zhuihui's hands were both pinching Xia Yao's breasts, so he could only take the beating. He grimaced in pain, but squeezed Xia Yao's breasts even harder.

"We're here!"

Xia Yao called out.

Yang Zhuihui then regained his composure, looking down at the pirates below who were terrified but had already raised their guns to fire at the Divine Eagle. He couldn't help but feel worried, not about his own life, but about the Ming soldiers and Japanese pirates who had willingly entrusted their lives to him!

The Divine Eagle, which had already activated its protective aura, landed steadily. With a flap of its golden wings, the pirate who was about to fire in front of it was directly knocked down to the foot of the city wall.

Xia Yao jumped onto the city wall before Yang Zhuihui. Her cold sword was drawn, and with a flash of cold light, a pirate screamed and was kicked by Xia Yao, falling directly to the foot of the city wall.

Yang Zhuihui was no pushover either. He grabbed his unsharpened sword and leaped to the other side, too lazy to draw it, he thrust the scabbard and all at the pirate, pressing it against his chest and kicking him in the groin. A scream rang out, and the pirate was already crouching on the ground. Another pirate was about to fire when Yang Zhuihui swung his sword, the scabbard flying out and striking him on the forehead. At the same time, Yang Zhuihui rushed over, caught the scabbard, and kicked him in the groin, chuckling, "As a man, of course I know where your fatal weakness is."

Xia Yao grabbed a pirate with her arm, turned her sword, and thrust it forcefully through the pirate's chest, continuing her hunt for the next target. Light as a feather, her sword strikes were lightning fast. The pirates were no match for her, falling one by one to the ground below the city wall. Moreover, with the aid of her poison fist, a single punch from her left the poisoned pirate with no chance to retaliate.

Yang Zhuihui's attack method was consistent: first strike the opponent, then kick their groin with force. Even if the kick missed, the opponent usually had no chance to retaliate; a direct hit might even kill their offspring. Xia Yao, on the other hand, relied on force, always aiming for the vital points with her sword, a stark contrast to Yang Zhuihui's opportunistic tactics. This was understandable, given that Yang Zhuihui hadn't yet learned the superior martial arts of the Lingxiao Sect.

Hearing the sounds from ahead, the ten Ming soldiers who had been hiding in the bushes began firing wildly downwards.

The pirates rushing forward were thrown into disarray, completely unsure whether to advance or retreat, like headless flies. Poppy, charging forward, shouted, "Shunzi, take a hundred men to the back and see which reckless bastards have come here. The rest of you, come with me to the front. Kill any outsiders!"

Chapter 098, Brother, Save Me.

"There seem to be a lot of people in the back. A hundred might not be enough."

"Then take three hundred men!"

This belligerent and bloodthirsty Poppy charged to the front, carrying a sword but no musket, glaring angrily at the two men on the city wall who were engaged in a fierce battle. She never expected Yang Zhuihui to still be alive, much less that he would suddenly appear on the city wall and slaughter his men who were not skilled in close combat!

"Kill them both!"

Poppy shouted, leaping into the air and flying towards Yang Zhuihui. In her excitement, her leather hat was blown away by the wind, and her long black hair danced wildly.

"Take this!"

Poppy shouted, swinging her sword at Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui raised his sword to block, the tip of which pierced the scabbard of the dragon-carved sword.

"Clang!"

Poppy's hand shifted, and the tip of her sword was already piercing Yang Zhuihui's chest.

He dodged to the side, the sword tip slicing through Yang Zhuihui's shirt, nearly tearing his skin. Leaning back, Yang Zhuihui lost his balance, bracing himself against the ground with his scabbard. But the female pirate pressed on, withdrawing her sword and thrusting it at Yang Zhuihui's neck again.

Yang Zhuihui retreated several steps, looking at this female pirate who seemed to love sunbathing. Her clothing was barely concealed; a leather corset, resembling underwear but not revealing too much, tightly bound her breasts, openly displaying her abdomen below the breasts. Her round, deep navel adorned her flat stomach, making her look quite adorable. Below that were two smooth groins, unfortunately only partially visible. Covering her genitals was a pair of leather shorts, revealing her legs completely.

Poppy's attire was very trendy, giving off a modern, fashionable vibe, but the cold sword in her hand was enough to make any man who dared to defile her pay a bloody price!

Now, she charged at Yang Zhuihui again.

"Flying Shadow Whirlwind Sword!"

Poppy shouted, her sword becoming a blur, as if hundreds of swords were simultaneously thrusting at Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui had never seen such swordsmanship before; the sword seemed capable of piercing any part of his body. Terrified, he dared not parry and could only retreat rapidly. A pirate behind him was about to fire, but Yang Zhuihui reacted swiftly, grabbing his shoulder and shoving him forward.

"Ah!"

With a scream, Poppy's sword pierced a gaping hole in his chest!

"Useless thing!"

Poppy kicked him away, the blade spinning as blood splattered below.

At that moment, the lead ship, the Hachiman, led by Shi Le and Xiao Yue, approached the dock.

"Boss! It's bad! They've passed the reef!"

"Fire! Bomb them!"

Poppy shouted, but by the time she realized what was happening, almost all the gunners on both sides of the city wall were dead, and the remaining few were clutching their testicles, none capable of firing.

"It's all over,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled, continuing to scrutinize Poppy. True to her name, a poisonous flower, she was ruthless and merciless, killing without batting an eye. The murderous aura emanating from her was stronger than anyone Yang Zhuihui had ever seen!

"At least I'll sever your tendons and make you lick my toes like a dog."

Poppy sneered, approaching Yang Zhuihui step by step, her wrist slowly rotating as she leaped up, shouting, "Flying Shadow Whirlwind Sword!"

"Take my poisonous fist!"

Xia Yao suddenly appeared behind Poppy, punching her in the back.

Poppy had no choice but to abandon her pursuit of Yang Zhuihui, flying directly to the foot of the city wall, glaring at Yang Zhuihui, and shouting, "Everyone, charge! Don't let them land!"

"Everyone, prepare!"

Hai Rui raised his imperial sword high, confirming that the pirates were within range, and shouted, "Fire! Ten thousand cannons!"

The cannons roared, each cannonball landing on the beach, sending sand and stones flying everywhere. The charging pirates were either killed or wounded, and those behind stopped in their tracks, retreating without daring to approach. Their once proud fifty cannons were now without gunners, standing alone on the city wall, completely useless. The pirates were like children who had lost their mother, completely thrown into disarray. If Poppy hadn't been shouting from the rear, they might have already retreated.

"You're a big pervert!"

Xia Yao walked towards Yang Zhuihui.

"I didn't do anything to him. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have had the chance,"

Yang Zhuihui argued.

Xia Yao grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand, then looked at his chest, making sure he wasn't injured, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

"Boss! This won't do! We have to retreat!"

Poppy looked at the Ming soldiers and Japanese pirates who had already jumped onto the beach, then glanced at Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao, who were being affectionate on the city wall, and gritted her teeth, saying, "I'll kill you both someday!"

"What do we do now?"

another pirate asked.

Hearing the deafening cannon fire from the front and the sporadic gunfire from the rear, Poppy brandished her sword and ordered, "Everyone retreat back into the stronghold!"

Hearing the order, the pirates, as if granted a pardon, retreated one after another, leaving only Poppy standing there. Knowing that the stronghold was definitely lost, Poppy had no choice but to retreat.

"You know how to fire cannons, right?"

Xia Yao asked.

In modern usage, this term usually refers to sex, so Yang Zhuihui instinctively stared lecherously at Xia Yao's not-so-ample breasts, leering, "Not only will you hit, you'll hit for a long time, you'll definitely be satisfied."

A little confused, Xia Yao twisted a cannon, aimed it at the fleeing pirates, and shouted, "Come and shoot!"

Yang Zhuihui rubbed his hands together, asking, "What position?"

"Anything, as long as I can hit them,"

Xia Yao said nonchalantly.

"Doggy style, how about?"

Yang Zhuihui swallowed, staring at Xia Yao's buttocks.

"If you keep dawdling like that, they'll have already escaped."

Xia Yao had no choice but to pick up the still-burning torch, light the fuse, and with a roar, the cannonball exploded among the pirates.

Yang Zhuihui's lustful desires were also shattered. He muttered, "So it's a real cannon, not that kind of cannon-firing."

Next, Yang Zhuihui acted as the gunner, while Xia Yao loaded the cannonballs, blasting the pirates into chaos. They cried out in pain, while the Divine Eagle lay wearily nearby, watching the beaming Yang Zhuihui.

The Ming army and the Japanese pirates charged forward with their weapons, surging into the city walls and chasing after the fleeing pirates.

Hai Rui stood on the beach, extremely excited, his voice trembling as he said, "I've finally set foot on this land! As long as we eliminate these pirates, the Japanese pirates will have no more reason to be so arrogant!"

Standing beside Hai Rui, Saya said, "Can you stop calling them 'Japanese pirates' all the time? It sounds really irritating to me."

"Hehe, you've already joined our Ming Dynasty's fleet, so don't think of yourselves as Japanese pirates anymore,"

Hai Rui laughed.

Saya shrugged, looking somewhat helpless, but then laughed, saying, "I hope you can treat us fairly and let us find a second home here."

Around the same time, Yang Zhuihui and Xia Yao mounted their divine eagle and flew towards the earthen gate.

By this time, the surviving pirates had already run into the village gate. The heavy iron gate slammed shut with a muffled thud, blocking the only passage. The Ming soldiers who had rushed to the iron gate were shouting, their morale high.

Then, many small openings appeared in the iron gate, gun barrels protruding. Gunfire erupted, and dozens of Ming soldiers fell. The remaining Ming soldiers scattered to the sides, hesitant to act because they couldn't attack the pirates inside the iron gate.

"Boss, what do we do now?"

a pirate asked.

Poppy, standing behind the iron gate, stroked her pointed chin, her eyes darting around, and said, "It's alright, one woman is enough to make them retreat. Bring that woman, Minagawa Yuuki, here!"

"Have someone bring a cannon! Blast the iron gate open!"

Hai Rui ordered.

Riding the divine eagle, Yang Zhuihui stared at the iron gate without saying a word. Xia Yao, clinging to him, focused all her attention on preventing him from taking advantage of her. She held down his hand, which was wrapped around her waist, afraid he might suddenly move up or down; no matter what, she would be the one who suffered!

A moment later, a cannonball was pushed in, aiming at the corner of the iron gate from the side. As soon as Hai Rui gave the order, the cannonballs would blast the gate to smithereens!

At this moment, the iron gate was slowly pulled up.

"Brother! Brother!"

Minagawa Yuuki, whose neck was held to the throat by Poppy, stared at Yang Zhuihui above, his eyes already red and swollen from crying.

Saya, seeing the princess had become a hostage, shouted at Yang Zhuihui above, "Yang-kun! You bastard! I told you to take care of the princess! How did you take care of her?"

"What happened?"

Xia Yao asked softly.

“Yuuki disappeared last night. I think someone kidnapped her. Later, I sailed the Hachiman ship towards Nan'ao Island, and the pirates immediately opened fire. I knew they knew about our operation, so I was certain Yuuki had been kidnapped.”

Yang Zhuihui clenched his fists, staring directly at Poppy. Poppy's cold expression made Yang Zhuihui somewhat wary. This woman was capable of anything!

Poppy grinned evilly and shouted, “Fire! Fire! I'll die with this woman!”

Hai Rui would never have cared about the life of a Japanese person before, but now he would. If he gave orders recklessly, the Japanese fighting alongside him would definitely defect, which would be very disadvantageous for him. So he said, “Poppy, you have no way out. Lay down your weapons, and we will treat you leniently!”

"Heh, so-called leniency might just mean giving me a whole corpse?"

Poppy licked her lips and said coldly, "Having already boarded the pirate ship, I never thought of redemption. I really want to see what expression the man above will have when this beauty dies."

"Brother!"

Hearing Yuuki's cry, Yang Zhuihui's heart was breaking. If a man can't even protect the woman he loves, what right does he have to live in this world?

With a leap, Yang Zhuihui stood before them, dragon-carved sword in hand, his robes billowing in the wind. Staring coldly at Poppy, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Name your terms, as long as you release You Shu."

"Tsk tsk, so she really is the woman you deeply love. Unexpected. But what I find most amusing is that this leader, who has cooperated with us many times, doesn't even know who I am and calls you 'brother'? What a huge irony. She's so cute, oh so cute. I really want to slash her face, to make her show you her ugly side, or… I might put some marks on her body somewhere."

"State your demands,"

Yang Zhuihui said calmly. Looking at You Shu's tear-streaked face, he really wanted to pin Poppy to the ground and fuck her hard! He wouldn't be satisfied until he fucked this woman to death!

"Let me think."

Poppy inhaled the fragrance of Yuuki's hair, taking a deep, blissful breath, her expression as if she had reached a climax, which greatly displeased Yang Zhuihui.

Poppy licked her lips and said, "I'm a very vengeful person. If it weren't for your appearance, how could those idiots have gotten here? So I want you dead!"

"Brother can't die!"

Yuuki cried out, "I want my brother! If my brother dies, I can't live either."

"Tsk tsk, 'brother' all the time, I'm starting to doubt the meaning of 'brother' now."

Poppy laughed, but remained vigilant, her eyes constantly scanning them to prevent being tricked.

"Release Yuuki first,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

Chapter 99, Cleverly Capturing the Female Pirate

"Tsk tsk, if I release her, wouldn't I become a target? I'm not that stupid. Let me tell you, pirates are sea robbers. According to my pirate rules, I will never hand over a hostage first. I usually make the other party pay the price first. So now, you can draw your sword and commit suicide."

Poppy sneered, her eyes sharper than an eagle's. Seeing that Yang Zhuihui had no reaction, Poppy added, "I'll count to ten. If you don't commit suicide, I'll cut off one of her fingers. I'll chop off her entire hand after counting to twenty!"

"It seems I won't get any benefit from this."

Yang Zhuihui smiled with narrowed eyes.

Seeing Yang Zhuihui's eerie smile, Poppy's legs went a little weak. She seemed to think he was going to play some kind of trick, so she called out, "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six..."

"Wait!"

Yang Zhuihui shouted.

"Yang Guo, you can't really commit suicide."

Xia Yao muttered.

Hai Rui stepped forward, grabbed Yang Zhuihui's hand, and said, "Pirates are the most untrustworthy, Guo'er, don't act recklessly, or you'll both lose your lives."

"But I can't let go of You Shu."

Yang Zhuihui shook off Hai Rui's hand and slowly walked forward.

"Stop!"

Poppy, holding You Shu hostage, took several steps back. Yang Zhuihui also stepped into the iron gate. The cowardly pirates retreated even faster than Poppy, all running behind her, some disappearing from sight.

At this moment, the beautiful woman riding the blue dragon appeared behind the cliff of Nan'ao Island. Looking up at a small hole in the cliff, she gripped the dragon's horns, let out a deafening roar, and the blue dragon emerged from the water, leaping over a hundred feet high. Its giant claws dug into the cliff face, and its mouth opened, forming a huge water bullet. With another roar, the water bullet shot into the hole.

The whole world seemed to shake. Poppy, bewildered, kept glancing back. Hearing the sound of flowing water, she became uneasy. Just then, Yang Zhuihui rushed over. Before Poppy could react, Yang Zhuihui grabbed the sword hilt and snatched You Shu from her grasp.

"Damn it!"

Poppy was furious that Yang Zhuihui had succeeded while she was distracted. She shouted, "Flying Shadow Whirlwind Sword!"

Sword energy surged forth. To protect You Shu, Yang Zhuihui didn't even retreat, only holding his dragon-carved sword in front of his chest.

Clang, clang, clang…

The phantom of the sword clashed with the dragon-carved sword, producing a piercing sound. Yang Zhuihui's upper garment was torn to shreds, and blood stained his snow-white robe.

Hearing the screams from behind, Poppy stopped and hurriedly ran into the cave.

"Brother!"

You Shu hugged Yang Zhuihui from behind, trembling all over. "Brother, I'm so scared. I don't want you to leave me. I want you to stay with me forever."

Yang Zhuihui felt as if his heart had been pierced. He tore open his tattered clothes, revealing several bloody gashes on his chest, the skin even slightly turned outwards. Fortunately, no blood vessels had been severed; a little medicine would do the trick.

"I'm alright."

Yang Zhuihui held You Shu's hand, listening to her cries. He dared not turn around, afraid that his wounds would make You Shu cry even harder. The sound of the tide crashing against the walls grew louder and louder. Yang Zhuihui hurriedly pulled You Shu and ran outside. At the same time, a huge wave was surging out of the cave, and countless pirates were struggling in the water.

"Scatter!"

Hai Rui hurriedly ordered.

When the mixed fleet of Japanese pirates and Ming soldiers reached a slightly higher position, the roaring seawater had already spewed out of the cave. The first few pirates crashed directly into the rocks in front of them, their heads exploding.

The seawater surged towards the beach, and the pirates scattered here and there, most of them barely clinging to life.

Once the tide had receded, Hai Rui ordered everyone to search the pirates, capturing any alive to prevent their escape, fearing further seawater would surge out. Hai Rui didn't send anyone inside to search.

"Truly a miracle!"

Qi Jiguang exclaimed.

"This must be the Dragon King unleashing his power,"

Hai Rui laughed.

"How are your injuries?"

Xia Yao asked.

"They're nothing serious, just superficial wounds,"

Yang Zhuihui replied.

Looking at You Shu, who was clinging to Yang Zhuihui like a lamb, Xia Yao took out some wound medicine from her bosom, untied the headscarf binding her long hair, and let her black hair fall freely.

Xia Yao poured the wound medicine onto the headscarf and said, "You Shu, let me bandage your brother's wounds."

"Okay, thank you."

You Shu bowed politely before stepping aside.

Yang Zhuihui took off his long robe and the inner garment, leaving him wearing only trousers.

Glancing at Yang Zhuihui's strong chest muscles, Xia Yao blushed slightly. She pressed her headscarf against Yang Zhuihui's chest, wrapped it around his back, tightened it, tied a knot, and, making sure it was secure enough, said, "That's enough. It should be fine now. You can put your clothes back on; this is rather impolite."

"I feel like this is similar to you,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a grin, putting on his robe.

Xia Yao blushed even more; only she knew the meaning behind Yang Zhuihui's words.

After the inspection, the subordinates only found Wu Ping; they didn't find Poppy.

"I must find this woman!"

Yang Zhuihui sneered. "I'll make her pay a hundredfold for the harm she caused Youshu!"

Looking at the half-dead Wu Ping, Hai Rui muttered to himself, "It seems the pirate leader isn't Wu Ping, but his sister."

"Take care of Youshu for me, I'm going in to check."

With that, Yang Zhuihui ran inside.

"Brother!"

Youshu called out.

Yang Zhuihui stopped, turned back, and smiled, saying, "I'll be right back, don't worry."

Fearing for Yang Zhuihui's safety, Hai Rui had sent ten people to accompany him.

The cave had many forks in the road. Reaching a fork, Yang Zhuihui didn't know which way to go. Observing the water flow on the ground, he determined that a deeper, still dry fork in the road was the best he could find. He planned to sexually abuse Poppy, so he sent the others away to go into other forks.

After walking around for a while, Yang Zhuihui saw a sword on the ground. Picking it up, he confirmed it belonged to Poppy. Yang Zhuihui quickened his pace. The faint pain in his chest strengthened his resolve to abuse Poppy!

After walking for a while, the space ahead became much more spacious. Continuing forward, Yang Zhuihui almost cried out. His left foot was dangling in the air, while his right foot was on the edge of the cave entrance. Looking down, he saw a stepped slope, with a platform at the top and another cave entrance behind it.

Looking at this sloping passage that seemed to run through the entire cave, Yang Zhuihui knew that the powerful current of water had been spraying into the cave from that opening, which was less than three feet in diameter. However, Yang Zhuihui remembered that water couldn't possibly flow in from this height. Could it be that some Dragon King was helping him?

"Die!"

Poppy suddenly appeared behind Yang Zhuihui and pushed him hard. Yang Zhuihui hurriedly grabbed the rock at the edge of the cave entrance with his right hand, while his right foot spun 180 degrees on the ground, his heel dangling in the air. If it weren't for his right hand, Yang Zhuihui would have already fallen. A drop of five zhang (approximately 10 meters) wasn't much, but falling without any warning would likely render him unable to use his light-footed skills.

Seeing that Yang Zhuihui had regained his footing, Poppy raised her foot to stomp on Yang Zhuihui's hand.

Yang Zhuihui released his grip, his entire body flying off the not-so-high cliff, landing steadily on the stone steps. Looking up at Poppy, Yang Zhuihui coldly said, "Your little tricks are no match for me!"

"Tsk tsk, you're wrong. You're about to die. Look what's behind you!"

Poppy sneered.

Feeling a gust of cold wind, Yang Zhuihui quickly turned his head and saw two round dragon eyes appear outside the cave entrance, surrounded by blue skin.

The dragon's head shifted, and Yang Zhuihui saw the beautiful woman he had once raped standing on the dragon's head, looking at him with an ambiguous gaze.

Yang Zhuihui's eyes darted around, and he exclaimed, "Poppy, how did you get such a helper!"

"Tsk tsk, I'd like to see if it eats you up directly or drowns you with its saliva!"

Poppy had no idea that Yang Zhuihui and the blue dragon's controller had been intimate. She thought it was a ferocious beast that would kill anyone it saw, so she mistakenly believed that Yang Zhuihui was doomed this time.

"Don't kill me!"

Yang Zhuihui looked at the beautiful woman and smiled slightly, communicating with her in spoken language.

Understanding Yang Zhuihui's speech, the beautiful woman ordered the blue dragon to stick its head into the cave entrance, resting its chin on the platform, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.

The beautiful woman was no longer wearing the clothes Yang Zhuihui had given her, but a pure blue long dress with a low neckline. The cleavage created by her full breasts pressed together gave Yang Zhuihui endless fantasies, and her two long, slender legs, barely visible, were also incredibly alluring. Yang Zhuihui's gaze fell on what looked like blue underpants, but it wasn't quite underpants; it seemed more like modern briefs. Only by lifting her dress could he know for sure.

Unable to let go, the beautiful woman stood on the dragon's horns and coldly said, "This is my forbidden territory. You dare to trespass; don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Tsk tsk, it seems you're really doomed,"

Poppy laughed loudly.

"You're quite pretty, aren't you? Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Yang Zhuihui charged at the beautiful woman

with his sword raised. Seeing that Yang Zhuihui had slowed down considerably, the beautiful woman kicked the sword out of his hand and said coldly, "I'm going to feed you to the Blue Dragon!"

The Blue Dragon roared, and several stalactites fell down. It seemed that it really wanted to eat Yang Zhuihui. After all, all the delicious pirates had rushed to the other side, and its master was unwilling to go there.

Yang Zhuihui hurriedly pleaded, "Please don't kill me! I'll do anything for you!"

His acting was so convincing that the beautiful woman almost laughed out loud. Knowing Yang Zhuihui intended to capture the man above, she looked up and said, "I never kill women. Come down. If this man is your enemy, I'll hand him over to you."

"He's a mortal enemy!"

Poppy rubbed her hands together, her naturally suspicious nature causing her to glance at the beautiful woman. Feeling there was little danger, she jumped down, saying, "Please subdue him."

"He's been bewitched by the dragon eye and can't even move his body. Isn't that subduing him?"

the beautiful woman retorted.

"I'll kill him first, then thank you."

Poppy was about to pick up her sword when Yang Zhuihui struck, his strong hand gripping her neck and choking her.

Poppy, completely unaware of what was happening, raised her leg to kick Yang Zhuihui. At that moment, Yang Zhuihui, who had hooked the dragon-carved sword with his foot, had already flung the scabbard open, the tip of the sword pressed against Poppy's left breast. Poppy had no choice but to give up resisting, glaring at Yang Zhuihui with extremely vicious eyes.

"How did you end up here?"

Yang Zhuihui asked the beautiful woman.

"It's fate, I suppose. After you and I slept together, I can sense whenever you're in danger, and I can even know where you are, so I came. I'm sorry I'm late, that you're injured,"

the beautiful woman said, her eyes, hidden behind a butterfly-wing mask, were ambiguous and hazy.

"You've come at just the right time, otherwise I might already be in the underworld drinking Meng Po's soup."

Yang Zhuihui pressed Poppy against the wall, glanced at the leather corset covering her breasts, and then used the tip of his sword to cut the ropes binding the corset. After only two ropes broke, the corset was on the verge of tearing, exposing two mounds of snow-white flesh, but not the nipples.

"What do you want to do?"

Poppy shouted.

Chapter 100, Come On Up!

"I want you to pay for the evil deeds you've committed. First, I'll punish your body."

With a swing of his sword, all the ropes were cut, the binding garment ripped open, and a pair of full, jade-like breasts popped out, trembling with Poppy's breath.

"No!"

Poppy hurriedly covered her breasts, her face flushed even though she had never known what shyness was. She was looking at Yang Zhuihui with murderous eyes. If eyes could kill, Yang Zhuihui would have been killed a thousand times over; similarly, if eyes could rape, Poppy would have been raped by Yang Zhuihui a hundred times over.

Looking at the edges of her breasts, which her hands couldn't cover, Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard and said, "I just want you to show your most beautiful side. You should cooperate, otherwise you'll suffer even greater torment!"

"If you have the guts, kill me!"

Poppy shouted, her breasts heaving even more violently.

"I absolutely have the guts to kill you, but letting you die now would be too easy. I still want to enjoy your body properly. Tell me, has your body been touched by a man?"

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Poppy's genitals, tightly encased in leather shorts.

He seemed to see right through her, noticing her wet, glistening vulva. How could Poppy possibly answer such a question?

Looking at her, Yang Zhuihui pondered how to toy with her. If she made any sudden movements, he feared she might break his penis. There were no ropes around, and Yang Zhuihui was frustrated.

A wild rose covered in thorns, so close; not being able to enter her body would be a huge loss.

"If you don't kill me, one day I'll cut your flesh piece by piece, making you wish you were dead!"

Poppy threatened.

Poppy had a great figure, dark skin, and a healthy beauty, far more alluring than a woman with fair skin. How could Yang Zhuihui kill her so easily? Worried that the Ming soldiers might suddenly arrive and disrupt his plans, he nodded, "Then I'll grant your wish!"

He reversed his sword and struck Poppy in the neck. Poppy's eyes rolled back, and she collapsed unconscious.

"Hehe, what do you plan to do with her?"

the beautiful woman asked.

"Take her back and enjoy her slowly. Thank you for your help."

Yang Zhuihui picked up Poppy, kissed her nipple, and prepared to leave.

"Perhaps you should give me some reward?"

the beautiful woman said ambiguously, licking her wet lips with her fragrant tongue.

Yang Zhuihui knew, of course, that the beautiful woman wanted his big cock, but he wondered why this woman, who had been raped by him once, liked being fucked by him. But it didn't matter, Yang Zhuihui also liked sex, so he picked up Poppy and walked over.

"I can't let go, so I can't take the initiative. Do whatever you want."

the beautiful woman swallowed.

"Take me for a swim, otherwise we'll be disturbed."

Walking up to the beautiful woman, Yang Zhuihui used his free hand to lift her skirt, looked at the blue thong, and laughed, "Why are you wearing this instead of underwear?"

"You Central Plains people's underwear is too long and wide, completely unsuitable for us who live in the sea, so it was modified to be like this."

the beautiful woman replied.

Yang Zhuihui stared at the underwear, which looked no different from modern ones, and slowly stroked the fleshy cleft between her legs. It quickly became wet, and the beautiful woman's face blossomed into a delicate blush. Slightly tickled by Yang Zhuihui's touch, her body writhed like a snake.

"Come on up,"

the woman said coquettishly, seemingly impatient. Her nipples hardened, pushing against her thin clothing.

Yang Zhuihui, carrying Poppy, circled behind the woman. The blue dragon retracted its head, roared, and shattered two massive rocks with its claws, sending them crashing into the sea. Simultaneously, the blue dragon also plunged into the water.

Its enormous body crashed into the water, creating towering waves. When its head emerged from the water, the woman was completely soaked; her already thin dress clung to her body like a layer of skin.

Yang Zhuihui stared at the woman's shapely buttocks, his hand gently caressing them. The feel was exquisite; when he pressed in, a springy resistance prevented the intrusion.

Putting down the poppy, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his hot penis, lifted the beautiful woman's skirt, and pulled her panties down to her knees. He teased her vulva, warm, lustful fluids constantly spilling out, covering his hands.

Holding his penis, Yang Zhuihui thrust it into the woman's vulva without hesitation, pushing hard. With a satisfied moan from the woman, his glans broke through her defenses, tightly gripped by her cervix, which sucked at his glans like a warm little mouth.

Yang Zhuihui grasped the woman's breasts from behind, squeezing and kneading them, his hips slowly thrusting in and out, asking, "Why do you like doing this with me?"

"Mmm...because it feels so good...mmm...you're going in so deep...oh...it's so hot..."

The woman swallowed, moaning, but the crashing waves against the cliff wall completely drowned out her moans.

“You must have a man too, can’t he satisfy you?”

Confirming the woman’s honeypot had adapted to his penis, Yang Zhuihui gradually increased the frequency of his thrusts. Each time his buttocks struck the woman’s elastic buttocks, a slapping sound blended with her moans and the crashing of the waves, creating a perfect melody.

“Mmm…mmm…so deep…you’re going in so deep…so good…”

the woman cried out, her head held high, the spray flying, cool and wet against her skin, but her lower body grew hotter and hotter, as if on fire.

“You haven’t answered me yet!”

Yang Zhuihui abruptly pulled out his penis, a gush of fluid spurting from her swollen honeypot.

“Hurry…hurry up and put it in…I want you…hurry…”

the woman shook her buttocks vigorously, creating waves of flesh.

“You must have a man, right?”

Yang Zhuihui asked again.

“No…please put it in…I can’t stay in too long…”

the woman spoke to Yang Zhuihui almost pleadingly.

"Hmm."

Yang Zhuihui thrust his hot, hard penis into the beautiful woman's slightly parted honey hole again, asking, "You really don't have a man?"

"Hmm...really...we dragon riders don't have men..."

The beautiful woman smiled broadly, swaying back and forth. Every time Yang Zhuihui withdrew his penis, she would involuntarily arch her back. At this moment, Yang Zhuihui thrust his penis in hard again, rubbing against her wet, slippery flesh, bringing them both extraordinary pleasure.

"Won't you stay by my side?"

Yang Zhuihui kissed her back, his hands continuing to shamelessly squeeze her full breasts, while his buttocks thrust vigorously. Each time, the head of his penis broke through the beautiful woman's flower core, almost penetrating her uterus. It would be strange if the beautiful woman didn't feel comfortable with such a thick and long penis!

"I have to go back...only when we reach the territory...uh...can I let go...otherwise I'll have to hold onto the dragon horns even when I fall asleep..."

The beautiful woman's expression was both comfortable and painful, her legs trembling. Every time his penis was pulled out, hot, lustful fluid sprayed onto the dragon's head, causing the blue dragon to snort heavily.

“That’s truly pathetic, it seems you’re forever trapped,”

Yang Zhuihui sighed.

“This is the fate of dragon riders… um… don’t ask too many questions… the first time we had sex… my heart is already connected with yours… from now on, if anything happens to you at sea… I will save you…”

“What’s your name?”

Yang Zhuihui asked.

“Fei Ji.”

“Airplane?”

Yang Zhuihui laughed, causing him to lose control and ejaculate his hot semen into Fei Ji’s uterus.

“Ah!”

With Fei Ji’s high-pitched moan, she reached her climax, her whole body convulsing with pleasure, yet her hands still gripped the dragon horns tightly, not daring to relax for a moment, otherwise the blue dragon would become unrestrained again!

The penis throbbed several times inside Fei Ji's writhing vagina before slowly sliding out. Yang Zhuihui kissed Fei Ji's neck forcefully and said, "Airplane, I hope we'll have a chance to meet again."

A huge wave crashed in, and Fei Ji enjoyed the seawater's wash, saying, "I actually hope we don't meet again, because you'll be in danger again then."

"Anyway, I hope we'll meet again. Please take me to the beach,"

Yang Zhuihui said gently, helping Fei Ji put on her underwear. Seeing semen leaking from the edge, Yang Zhuihui was a little embarrassed and said, "You need to wash yourself clean later."

"Yes, I will."

Fei Ji had already ridden the blue dragon towards the beach.

Seeing the dock, Yang Zhuihui warned, "There are many hidden reefs ahead; you must warn the blue dragon."

"The dragon is a deity of the world; it understands."

As soon as Fei Ji finished speaking, the blue dragon roared several times, its massive body smashing through the reefs and swimming forward.

After seeing Yang Zhuihui and Poppy off at the dock, Fei Ji bid farewell to Yang Zhuihui and disappeared into the waves.

Yang Zhuihui's embrace of Poppy was very intimate; her breasts were pressed against his chest. Because Poppy's leather corset was wide open, otherwise, her breasts would be exposed to passersby. As a person who cherished women's bodies, how could Yang Zhuihui allow such a thing to happen?

"Brother!"

Yuuki, who was being supported by Saya, saw Yang Zhuihui and immediately broke free from Saya's hand, running towards him and throwing herself into his arms, almost knocking him over.

"Little rascal, isn't your brother here? Why are you crying?"

Yang Zhuihui laughed.

"I was so scared last night, I thought I'd never see you again,"

You Shu said, wiping away her tears.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you alone again."

Yang Zhuihui held Poppy in one arm and You Shu in the other.

"A young man who isn't a bit of a flirt isn't a real man,"

Qi Jiguang laughed.

Knowing this was indecent, Yang Zhuihui whistled to summon the Divine Eagle, carried Poppy onto its back, and then pulled You Shu along. Looking at Xia Yao, who seemed unhappy, Yang Zhuihui reached out his hand and said, "I'll take you back to Chaozhou."

"No need!"

Xia Yao snorted coldly, but still reached out her hand.

Yang Zhuihui grabbed Xia Yao and pulled her onto the bird's back, making her hug Poppy. Yang Zhuihui then bowed and said, "Everyone, I'll return to the Governor's Mansion first."

"I'm here too!"

Saya rushed forward and jumped onto the bird's back. Looking at Yang Zhuihui, she smiled and said, "They have a place to settle down now. From today onwards, I will be responsible for the princess's daily life and will ensure she is not harmed again. Lord Yang, if you allow the princess to be kidnapped by bad guys again, I will definitely stab you to death with my sword!"

"Hehe, why do I always run into shrewish women?"

Helpless, Yang Zhuihui had the divine eagle carry them to Chaozhou.

"Jiguang, you are absolutely right. Guo'er is very capable and handsome. I wonder how many romantic troubles he will encounter."

Hai Rui laughed.

"Governor, a few days ago you and Jiguang said you wanted to betroth Fu'er to Yang Guo. Is that true?"

Hai Rui nodded and said, "Guo Jing isn't actually a great general. Fortunately, my daughter has taught him, and he's also received instruction from Master Huang, which is why he's risen so quickly. These days, the Tatar attacks have intensified, and I'm afraid they won't be able to hold out for long

. In any case, I hope Guo'er and Fu'er can get married. Then the heavy responsibility of resisting the Tatars will fall on his shoulders." "But Fu'er is too mischievous. I'm afraid Yang Guo won't be able to handle her,"

Qi Jiguang laughed.

Chapter 101, Binding

"Guo'er is eloquent and kind, and he and Fu'er are a perfect match. However, I'm a little worried about that Miss You Shu. In order to get Guo'er to marry Fu'er, I will send a message to my daughter by carrier pigeon today, asking her to secretly arrange this marriage. Even if it's forced, I will make them get married,"

Hai Rui laughed loudly.

Yang Zhuihui, perched on the bird's back, felt a lump in his throat and sneezed. Rubbing his nose, he muttered, "It sounds like someone's cursing me?"

"I'm cursing you!"

Xia Yao glanced at Poppy in her arms; her upper body was almost completely exposed. It was obvious that this lecherous Yang Zhuihui was responsible. Xia Yao truly didn't know how to evaluate Yang Zhuihui. He was indeed a rare talent, but his lecherous facade made her both love and hate him.

Before, Yang Zhuihui was Xia Yao's idol; now he was simply an object of vomiting.

"Even though Poppy is an enemy, at least some basic respect is still necessary. A young lady's chastity is paramount, look at that!"

Xia Yao shook her head.

"I'm starting to doubt whether entrusting the princess to you was the right or wrong decision. Luckily, I'll always be by the princess's side now, otherwise, I don't know what evil things you might do to my princess!"

Saya glared at Yang Zhuihui.

Ignoring the verbal attacks from the two women, Yang Zhuihui continued wiping his dragon-carved sword with the corner of his robe. You Shu leaned against him, her face beaming with sweetness; Yang Zhuihui seemed to have become everything to her.

Back at the Governor's Mansion, Yang Zhuihui instructed Xia Yao to give Poppy to her. Xia Yao, though displeased, couldn't argue with Yang Zhuihui and had no choice but to offer Poppy, even taking off her coat and draping it over Poppy's shoulders, not wanting her, a woman, to be exposed too much.

"I'll interrogate her thoroughly later; perhaps I can learn something about the other Japanese pirates. Go do whatever you need to do. If everything goes smoothly, we'll set off for Qiongzhou tomorrow. I wonder if the Four Immortals have arrived yet?"

Yang Zhuihui said seriously, though inwardly he was thinking about how to sexually torture Poppy; binding her hand and foot was definitely a must.

"At your snail's pace, they've definitely arrived by now,"

Xia Yao scoffed.

“That’s not necessarily true. We only took a day to get from Ji’an Prefecture to Chaozhou Prefecture, which makes up for the time wasted in the capital. So, judging from the time alone, we should arrive in Qiongzhou at the same time as the Four Immortals.”

“Whatever you want. Anyway, as long as we find the Nine Yin Manual sooner, we’ll go back to the capital and not linger any longer.”

Xia Yao glanced at Poppy and warned, “Prisoners of war are human too. Don’t do anything beastly! I’m leaving now.”

“I will take good care of her. Don’t worry, I’m a super kind-hearted human.”

Yang Zhuihui smiled with narrowed eyes.

“Nonsense!”

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui and left.

Yang Zhuihui looked at Poppy, who was still unconscious, and said coldly, “You are about to enjoy a super-fast transformation from a girl to a woman!”

Yang Zhuihui took Poppy to his room, where the windows were still sealed. He placed her on the bed, found some sturdy ropes, and tied her hands and feet to the four sides of the bed, making her spread out in a “T” shape. Her not-so-full breasts rose and fell with her even breathing, extremely alluring.

Yang Zhuihui's gaze traveled from her breasts to her lower abdomen, then to the tightly wrapped triangle area. He didn't intend to strip her naked now; good things should be enjoyed slowly. Moreover, what Yang Zhuihui most wanted to see was her struggling as she was stripped naked, constantly cursing his poppy—that would be the most satisfying form of humiliation!

To add some spice to the upcoming humiliation, Yang Zhuihui decided to find some props. While there were no vibrators in ancient times, surely there were cucumbers?

Reaching Yuuki's room, Yang Zhuihui looked through the window at Saya, who was chatting with Yuuki, and felt slightly relieved. For some reason, Yuuki held the most important place in Yang Zhuihui's heart. Perhaps it was because he had caused her so much harm. Although the matter of Huai Die couldn't be entirely blamed on Yang Zhuihui, if he hadn't kidnapped Yuuki, none of this would have happened. With

a slight sigh, Yang Zhuihui forced a smile, shrugged, and went to gather the props.

Running to the market, Yang Zhuihui grabbed a cucumber and stroked its thorns. He seemed to see Poppy screaming and crying as it was being stabbed by the cucumber, and a lewd expression immediately appeared on his face.

Yang Zhuihui placed his hand between his legs, roughly measured the diameter of his erect penis, and put it on a cucumber. He found the cucumber was much larger than his penis, and fearing it might kill Poppy, he had to find another one.

The old woman selling cucumbers, seeing Yang Zhuihui's strange behavior, hurriedly said, "Young man, don't touch your private parts and then touch my cucumbers, it's dirty!"

Countless eyes were fixed on Yang Zhuihui. He quickly put down the cucumber and slunk away, continuing his search at another stall for his ideal cucumber. His requirements weren't high; he only hoped the cucumber would be slightly thicker than his penis and have no thorns. He didn't want Poppy to bleed heavily, or contract a gynecological disease.

After quite a while, Yang Zhuihui finally found a cucumber he was very satisfied with. After paying, he also bought a bunch of red grapes and a large red candle.

Back in the room, Poppy was already awake and struggling, shaking the entire bed, threatening to fall apart.

Yang Zhuihui closed the door and walked to the bedside, leering, "My lovely pirate lady, does seeing me make your appetite increase? I bought cucumbers and grapes, which do you want? If you feel it's dark, I also have a candle here to provide you with light and drive away the darkness in your heart."

Poppy was completely unmoved by Yang Zhuihui's "meticulous" care, cursing, "If I could move, I would definitely rip your heart out and eat it with wine!"

Poppy was fiercely independent, something Yang Zhuihui already knew. He loved to train women like this. Looking at her breasts, which rippled with excitement, Yang Zhuihui's hand was already caressing them.

"Bastard!"

Poppy's face flushed red.

Yang Zhuihui shook his head and sighed, "Miss, it's almost dark, can you be quiet? Some predators have already come out; if a few run in, you'll be devoured."

"It's better than being insulted by you!"

Poppy retorted angrily.

Looking at the expressive Poppy, Yang Zhuihui put the cucumber and candle aside, picked up the bunch of grapes, plucked one, popped it into his mouth and chewed, asking, "Want some? It tastes great."

"I want to eat you!"

"You might have missed two words, like 'my penis' or 'my ass,' of course, I'm very sincere about letting you suck my penis, how about it?"

"Suck your head!"

Poppy cursed.

"Of course,"

Yang Zhuihui lewdly grinned, "I don't mind if you suck my glans, but I just went to the toilet, there might still be urine on it, do you want to help me clean it up?"

Faced with such a lewd and obscene Yang Zhuihui, Poppy knew her curses were meaningless, so she turned her head away, no longer looking at him.

"Want some grapes?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

Seeing that Poppy ignored him, Yang Zhuihui untied the rope binding her shorts.

"Don't touch me!"

Poppy shouted.

“I’m sorry, I’m a rebellious person. The more you don’t want me to, the more I’ll do it, so…”

Yang Zhuihui suddenly pulled hard, tearing down Poppy’s shorts a third of the way, revealing a few mischievous pubic hairs.

“Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!”

Poppy cursed.

Yang Zhuihui had thought Poppy was wearing something underneath, but it turned out she was only wearing shorts. However, the shorts had a fleece lining, which could effectively protect her genitals. It seemed Poppy also knew how to cherish her body.

Yang Zhuihui bent down and kissed Poppy’s navel, then slowly kissed her genitals.

“What are you doing?”

Poppy screamed in fright, but her hands and feet were bound, and she had no ability to defend herself. She could only endure Yang Zhuihui’s humiliation.

Reaching her groin, Yang Zhuihui pulled down Poppy's shorts, revealing a tightly closed pink slit beneath her pubic hair-covered mons pubis. He pressed the labia apart, revealing a pink, tightly closed vulva that opened and closed slightly with Poppy's rapid breathing, like a small mouth awaiting the insertion of his penis.

"Don't let me live, or I'll kill you!"

Poppy said coldly.

"I plan to train you as a sex slave, so you can provide me with sexual services anytime, anywhere."

Looking at the clitoris still hidden beneath the tender flesh, Yang Zhuihui stuck out his tongue and licked it.

"What are you doing... ugh... don't lick... you disgusting man!"

Poppy cursed, a jolt of electricity washing over her body, making her numb and itchy, and she even felt a slight urge to urinate.

Licking her clitoris, Yang Zhuihui wasn't satisfied. He kissed Poppy's vulva, his tongue sliding up and down the cleft, sucking hard, the "squeak" sounds making Poppy blush with embarrassment. She moaned continuously, struggling with her hands and feet, but was completely restrained.

"You smell pretty good here. I'm sure no man has ever been inside you."

Yang Zhuihui had already retracted his tongue into a cylindrical shape, mimicking a penis entering Poppy's honey hole.

"Ah!"

Poppy cried out, "Don't put it in!"

Yang Zhuihui withdrew his tongue, kissing the inside of Poppy's thighs, constantly stimulating her lust.

"No! No! No!"

His tongue returned to Poppy's honey hole, licking along the cleft a couple of times. Yang Zhuihui had already swallowed a mouthful of her vaginal fluid, making sure it was wet enough. He then picked a grape, rubbed it back and forth along the cleft a few times, looking at the grape covered in vaginal fluid, shining brightly, and then pressed it into Poppy's mouth.

Poppy immediately spat it out, yelling, "You disgusting man!"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to peel it. Hehe, looks like I was too reckless. I'll peel it for you now."

He picked another grape, peeled it, and ran it along Poppy's flesh a few times. "Good girl, open your mouth, Uncle will give you something good to eat."

"Hmph!"

Poppy had already turned her head to the side, ignoring Yang Zhuihui.

Yang Zhuihui pressed a finger into Poppy's flesh, casually pulling it in and out a couple of times, and said coldly, "If you don't open your mouth obediently, I'll shove it in!"

Poppy trembled all over, turned her head and stared intently at Yang Zhuihui, but still opened her mouth. It seems that threatening a woman with chastity is effective, even if it's a bit vulgar.

"That's more like it."

Yang Zhuihui released his two fingers, and the grape fell into Poppy's mouth, which she swallowed with a "gulp."

"Very good, here's the second one."

After feeding her a few, Yang Zhuihui felt it wasn't quite right, so he took a grape and pressed it against her anus, trying to push it in. However, her sphincter was very tight, and the grape broke before it could be pushed in.

"Can't you cooperate a little?"

Yang Zhuihui sighed. "I'm trying to help you clear your rectum so you can have easier bowel movements in the future. How can you not appreciate my good intentions?"

Yang Zhuihui's face suddenly turned ugly, and he roared, "Let go now!"

Chapter 102, Plaything

. Just moments ago, he was all smiles, but in an instant, he turned cold and indifferent. Poppy was indeed frightened and had no choice but to obey. Feeling the grapes being pushed into her anus by Yang Zhuihui, tears streamed down Poppy's face.

After pushing in ten grapes, Yang Zhuihui asked, "How do you feel now?"

"I just want to kill you!"

Poppy gritted her teeth.

“Looks like it’s still not enough, but I don’t want to waste it on you. How about we try a cucumber? I picked it out carefully.”

Yang Zhuihui deliberately waved the cucumber in front of Poppy.

Poppy gasped and exclaimed, “What are you trying to do?”

“Treat your constipation.”

Yang Zhuihui chuckled wickedly.

“You madman!”

Seeing Poppy’s almost distorted expression, Yang Zhuihui put down the cucumber and laughed, “Your breath stinks. Let me wash it for you.”

Pulling out his penis, Yang Zhuihui climbed onto the bed and knelt on either side of Poppy, deliberately shaking his thick, long penis. “You might prefer this to the cucumber.”

Poppy didn’t dare look at the terrifying penis, afraid it would kill her.

“Good girl, suck it for me first, and I’ll let you go if you’re satisfied.”

Yang Zhuihui lewdly grinned.

“Pirates have no integrity, and neither do you, so do whatever you want, don’t try to negotiate with me!”

“Looks like you’re more mature than I thought. I wonder how good your oral sex skills are. Open your mouth and give me a good suck.”

Poppy stared coldly at Yang Zhuihui and said, “Fine, I’ll suck it for you, but I’ll bite it off!”

“I knew you’d say that, so I’ve decided to just stick it in from below and let you experience the pleasure of being a woman.”

Yang Zhuihui moved his body, letting Poppy’s legs press against his thighs. Looking at her anus that couldn’t close at all, Yang Zhuihui licked his lips, already planning to rupture her chrysanthemum first.

“I’ll bite my tongue and commit suicide!”

Poppy cried out.

“Scientifically speaking, biting your tongue won’t kill you. You’ll only die from excessive bleeding, so even if you bite your tongue, you won’t die immediately. You might even feel my penis throbbing inside you.”

Yang Zhuihui sneered, his hand stroking Poppy’s anus.

“Don’t touch me!”

Poppy shouted.

“I admire your rebellious spirit, because it fuels my desire to conquer you.”

Yang Zhuihui’s glans was already pressed against Poppy’s anus. With a forceful thrust, the glans slid into Poppy’s anus. It was very dry, so the glans couldn’t go all the way in, but this already made Poppy tremble all over in pain.

“Bastard!”

Poppy cried.

Yang Zhuihui smeared some saliva on the glans and thrust it into Poppy’s anus again. This time it was a little easier, and the large glans successfully passed through the sphincter.

“Ah!”

Poppy’s eyes rolled back in pain, feeling as if her anus had been completely torn apart.

“I’m going to unclog it for you.”

With a charming smile, Yang Zhuihui continued to do evil. With a forceful thrust, the entire penis was inserted two-thirds of the way in, and the grapes were pushed even deeper.

Poppy trembled even more violently, her face turning pale. Her reaction to being anally penetrated for the first time was even more intense than Xerox's. She shook her hips violently, trying to shake the penis out of her anus, but to no avail. Yang Zhuihui had already inserted the remaining third of it.

Compared to the slippery wetness of her vagina, her anus felt dry and narrow, offering little pleasure. Yet, Yang Zhuihui was extremely satisfied, especially seeing Poppy's expression of extreme pain.

"I know you're enjoying it. I'm going to start now. You can scream if it feels good."

With that, Yang Zhuihui began thrusting.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Poppy bit her thin lips tightly, tears streaming down her face—the first time she had ever cried in her life.

After a few thrusts, grape juice mixed with blood flowed from her anus, dripping onto the sheets.

"Feeling good, huh?"

Yang Zhuihui grinned lewdly, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Poppy initially gritted her teeth, but the excruciating pain in her lower body became unbearable, and she burst into tears, looking utterly pitiful. This was Yang Zhuihui's punishment for abducting You Shu—the punishment that had only just begun!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Young Master Yang, dinner is ready,"

came Wu Sanniang's soft voice from outside.

Yang Zhuihui wanted to continue, but fearing Sanniang would come in, he pulled out his blood-stained penis, gagged Poppy with a cloth, slapped her buttocks, dressed, lowered the bed curtains, and went out to eat with Wu Sanniang. To Yang Zhuihui's surprise, Wu Sanniang didn't ask what he was doing in the room.

Dinner was eaten by one man and eight women. Hai Rui and the others were spending the night at Jianmen and wouldn't return until the next morning, possibly staying there for several days.

After dinner, Yang Zhuihui decided to continue torturing Poppy, but was stopped halfway by Shi Le.

Shi Le put her hands on her hips and said reproachfully, "Husband, when are you going to keep us company?"

"It's still early, no need to rush, right?"

"But I really want it."

Shi Le hooked her arm around Yang Zhuihui's, and seeing that no one was around, she pulled Yang Zhuihui's hand to her genitals and said reproachfully, "Feel it, it's all wet, aren't you going to give it to me?"

"You little vixen, can't you wait a little longer? Look how well-behaved Xiaoyue is!"

Xiaoyue, standing to the side, blushed at the praise and was too shy to look at the two of them.

"I got wet from your touch last night, and I'm still not dry today. I really want it, so please satisfy me. Whatever position you want, I'll satisfy you. I know you like me to be like a dog on all fours."

Shi Le pouted her cherry lips, looking charming and alluring, her eyes filled with longing.

Yang Zhuihui suddenly laughed, flicked Shi Le's upturned nose, and smiled mysteriously, saying, "I'm about to go and torture the Poppy I just caught. If you don't mind, come with me and give me some advice." "

Really?"

Shi Le jumped up excitedly.

"Let's go, I'm going to fuck you three to death later!"

Yang Zhuihui pulled Xiao Yue and Shi Le's hands towards the room.

"Then you have to fuck me to death first, okay? I'm all wet."

Entering the room, Yang Zhuihui lifted the bed curtains. Only a few broken ropes remained on the bed; Poppy had escaped!

"Say goodbye to her!"

Poppy suddenly jumped down from the beam, grabbed Xiao Yue's neck, and stabbed at Xiao Yue's chest with a dagger in her other hand.

A stream of blood stained Xiaoyue's light purple dress...

Chapter 102, May 26th, Two Holes Blossom.

As Xia Yao's sword pierced Poppy's right shoulder, Poppy's dagger fell to the ground. Just as she was about to take Xiaoyue hostage, Yang Zhuihui, who had rushed over, pulled Xiaoyue into his arms and grabbed Poppy's neck.

"Truly courting death!"

Yang Zhuihui roared, staring intently at the fearless Poppy. Blood flowed freely from her pierced right shoulder, but she seemed oblivious to the pain, staring at Yang Zhuihui with a fierce gaze and an evil smile.

Xia Yao pulled back her sword, the tip covered in blood. Glancing at Poppy, Xia Yao said, "I was just passing by. Interrogate her however you like, but I suggest bandaging her wound first. I was very gentle; I didn't damage any vital meridians."

With that, Xia Yao turned and left.

Yang Zhuihui pressed Poppy down on the bed, first bandaging her wounds, then stripping her naked and binding her limbs to the bed again. Looking at the dagger on the floor, Yang Zhuihui remembered that Xia Yao had given it to him last time. He had placed it under the sheets after taking You Shu hostage to the Governor's Mansion, never expecting it would almost lead to such a tragedy.

"Xiaoyue, are you alright?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"I'm fine, it's just..."

Xiaoyue touched her shoulder, where Poppy's blood still lingered, making her uncomfortable; she didn't like the smell of blood.

"Take off your clothes,"

Yang Zhuihui gestured.

Before Xiaoyue could move, Shi Le had already stripped down to only her bra and thong, posing provocatively in front of Yang Zhuihui. Her thick, almost completely exposed labia were thoroughly wet, indicating she had indeed been yearning for it for a long time.

Looking at Shi Le, then at the reserved and shy Xiao Yue, Yang Zhuihui laughed and said, "Shi Le, I didn't tell you to take your

clothes off, why are you being so proactive?" Shi Le smiled ambiguously and said, "Anyway, we'll all have to take them off later. I'm just going ahead. Besides, my sister is very shy. If I don't take them off, how could she?"

Shi Le, who had moved behind Xiao Yue, unexpectedly untied her sister's belt and pulled hard. The light purple pleated skirt that tightly wrapped her body parted, and Shi Le peeled it off. With a scream from Xiao Yue, she was left with only a bra and thong. Her hands gripped her large breasts, and her legs were tightly pressed together. This instinctive resistance made Yang Zhuihui's eyes almost burn with desire. He stared at Xiao Yue's private parts with a hungry look, which seemed to be expecting his penetration.

Faced with two scantily clad, sexy, large-breasted beauties, how could Yang Zhuihui, this lecherous wolf, not be tempted? However, he was now focused on thoroughly humiliating Poppy, who had almost injured Xiaoyue!

Poppy's right shoulder was bandaged, the white cloth at the wound stained crimson with blood.

Yang Zhuihui looked at Poppy, and Poppy looked back at him; their eyes were strikingly similar, both wanting to devour the other.

"Still trying to escape?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, his hands already kneading Poppy's breasts forcefully. In a few strokes, several scratches appeared, adorning her jade-white breasts, making them exceptionally alluring.

"I don't want to escape,"

Poppy paused, then added, "I just want to kill you!"

"Commendable courage, but you failed. And this time, you have no chance to escape."

Yang Zhuihui's hand had already landed on Poppy's vulva, his three fingers slowly inserting.

"No!"

Poppy struggled violently, shaking the entire bed.

Yang Zhuihui twirled his fingers, feeling how tight her honeypot was. He then pulled his fingers out, and the lustful fluid on them slowly dripped down, landing on Poppy's navel. Yang Zhuihui smelled his fingers and laughed, "It smells really good. Did you taste it when you were eating grapes?"

"You pervert!"

Poppy cursed.

"It depends on the person. Some women are meant to be loved, and some are meant to be abused. You belong to the latter. I will now list out your crimes one by one."

Yang Zhuihui raised his index finger and said, "First, as a Ming citizen, you helped the Japanese pirates slaughter your compatriots; second, you harmed You Shu and Xiao Yue; third, you killed your own people; and finally, you shouldn't have run away. In summary, your crimes are enough to make you raped countless times. Since I am a kind and good person, I will rape you a few times first, and after you learn your lesson, I will reduce your punishment."

"How biased!"

Shi Le hugged her sister a little unhappily. Bored, she suddenly grabbed her sister's large breasts and squeezed them while laughing.

"Sister, what are you doing?"

Xiaoyue was startled and quickly grabbed her sister's hand, her face flushed.

"Didn't I just ask you to discuss how to torture her? Tell me if you have any ideas,"

Yang Zhuihui said.

Shi Le walked to the bedside, looked at Poppy, then lifted her own large breasts and muttered, "No matter how you look at it, my figure is better."

"Hehe, you little vixen."

Yang Zhuihui pulled Shi Le into his arms, pushed open her bra, and her large breasts popped out, proudly standing tall. Yang Zhuihui played with one of her breasts and asked, "Do you have any good ideas?"

Chapter 103, Sexual Abuse.

Shi Le was tickled by the touch, and her restless hands caressed Yang Zhuihui's crotch. Feeling the instant swelling of Yang Zhuihui's penis, Shi Le was almost drunk. She leaned softly on Yang Zhuihui's shoulder and said reproachfully, "You satisfy me first. Once I'm full of you, my mind will be active, and I'll be able to come up with all sorts of dirty tricks."

"Then tell me one now."

Yang Zhuihui's hand had already pulled down Shi Le's thong and was rubbing her fertile vulva. Hearing Shi Le's faint moans, Yang Zhuihui's lust was also completely aroused. He pressed his fingers into the slit, which was covered with hot and slippery lustful fluid.

Shi Le was almost out of her mind from being touched so much. Looking at the bound poppy, Shi Le smiled sweetly and said, "Let her drink what we both produce. That's good, isn't it?"

"Hehe, killing two birds with one stone, satisfying you and punishing her at the same time, why not?"

Yang Zhuihui was afraid of neglecting Xiaoyue, so he wanted her to join in. But faced with such extremely lewd things, Xiaoyue had little interest in participating. She sat at the round table, playing with a shamisen, fiddling with it casually, and the sound it made was quite pleasant.

Yang Zhuihui took off Shi Le's thong and bra, and let her climb onto the bed. He said to Xiaoyue, "This shamisen is hard to play, you try."

"Hmm."

Xiaoyue smiled and fiddled with it a few times, but the sound was very discordant, making her embarrassed to continue playing. She just stroked the shamisen. It was better to face the shamisen than to participate in lewd sex!

Shi Le knelt under Poppy's armpits, looking down at the ruthless female pirate. She gripped the bedposts, her buttocks swaying wildly as she whined, "It's so itchy inside, husband, hurry up and put it in."

Yang Zhuihui removed his clothes and climbed onto the bed, looking at Shi Le's anus and pink, lustful vulva, before inserting his penis.

"Mmm...so good..."

Shi Le groaned, actively swaying her buttocks, letting his penis rub against the layers of flesh.

Watered by Shi Le's vaginal fluids, Yang Zhuihui's penis hardened further, reminding him of the first time he met Shi Le and was almost drained dry by her. A little vaginal fluid could make a man's penis instantly erect; it seemed Shi Le's vaginal fluid was the most effective aphrodisiac in legend!

"Start moving,"

Shi Le said whiningly.

"Watch how I kill you!"

Grabbing Shi Le's slender waist, Yang Zhuihui began thrusting vigorously. The lustful fluids overflowing from their union dripped onto Poppy's face, which she couldn't avoid.

"Mmm...mmm...so good...husband...you're going in so deep..."

Hearing Shi Le's lewd words, Yang Zhuihui was naturally even more excited. His penis pushed open Shi Le's flower core with each thrust, making Shi Le beg repeatedly with pleasure. Her honey hole was filled with both fullness and pleasure, and that penis, which felt like it was on fire, made Shi Le sway even more joyfully. Whenever the penis was fully inserted, Shi Le's lewd moans would reach their maximum volume. It seemed that among all these women, Shi Le was the most lewd and seductive.

Watching her sister and Yang Zhuihui having sex, Xiao Yue seemed a little confused. She didn't understand why her sister was so enthusiastic about sex, just as she didn't know why she didn't like it. It seemed that she couldn't say whether she liked it or not; Xiao Yue just wasn't as proactive as her sister.

After only a few thrusts, Shi Le was already exhausted, whimpering, "Husband...husband...it's coming...oh..."

With Shi Le's cries, which sounded like she was being raped, she reached her climax, her hot vaginal fluids spraying onto Yang Zhuihui's glans. Yang Zhuihui abruptly pulled out his penis, and the vaginal fluids and semen that had been trapped inside her gushed out, most of it splashing onto Poppy's face, with a small portion around her breasts.

Smelling the pungent odor, Poppy could no longer control her grief, trembling and weeping. Tears streamed down her face again; this was the second time she had cried, the first being when Yang Zhuihui had anally penetrated her.

Shi Le's body convulsed; exhausted, she seemed to realize she couldn't withstand Yang Zhuihui's thrusting all night, yet she didn't want to waste this rare opportunity for intercourse, so she maintained her raised buttocks position, resting while waiting for Yang Zhuihui's second penetration.

Seeing Poppy's unbearable suffering, Yang Zhuihui's sadistic desires surged, and he decided to anally penetrate her again. The bleeding there must still be very painful. Only by letting Poppy experience that feeling of "wanting to live but not wanting to die" would it be truly pleasurable!

Having made up his mind, Yang Zhuihui lifted Poppy's thighs and forcefully thrust his erect penis into her anus.

"Ah!"

Poppy screamed, feeling her anus being completely torn apart by the massive object. The pain was so intense she almost bit off her tongue. When the entire penis was inserted, Poppy nearly fainted.

"Young Master Yang, that's terrifying."

Xiaoyue was frightened. Yang Zhuihui's savage anal penetration was just like when he had penetrated her sister's anus, leaving Xiaoyue with lingering fear. Fortunately, she hadn't experienced this kind of "high-class treatment" before. The penis moved in and out rapidly, and blood mixed with grape juice flowed from Poppy's anus again.

"That's strange, didn't you manage to get it out just now?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, puzzled.

Poppy didn't answer Yang Zhuihui. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't. The pain from her injured sphincter was almost unbearable.

After thrusting vigorously for a while, Yang Zhuihui finally felt the urge to ejaculate. With a forceful thrust, his entire penis was inserted, and his ejaculation gate opened. *

Plop, plop, plop.*

Yang Zhuihui shivered several times. Plowing this dry passage was a bit difficult, and it even hurt his penis a little, but compared to the pain of Poppy's anal penetration, this was nothing.

Once the semen was completely inside, Yang Zhuihui pulled out his penis.

Semen, blood, and grape juice mixed together and flowed from the now-unclosable anus, the surrounding muscles swollen and red, the entire anus shaped like an O.

After resting for a moment and cleaning his penis, Yang Zhuihui inserted it again into Shi Le's honey hole. Since Shi Le wanted semen, he would give it to her.

After a full quarter of an hour of fucking, and with Shi Le experiencing three consecutive orgasms, Yang Zhuihui finally rewarded her with his second load of semen. Enjoying the tingling sensation of his semen filling her uterus, Shi Le was almost going crazy. Her lower abdomen spasmed, and the overflowing vaginal fluid splashed all over Poppy's almost contorted face. Poppy could never have imagined she'd have such a day!

The bed was already occupied by Poppy, so there was no way to rest. Therefore, Yang Zhuihui had Xiaoyue help Shi Le clean up so the two of them could get dressed and go back to their room to rest.

"Do you still need me to come over later?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, lifting Shi Le's chin.

Supported by Xiaoyue, Shile swallowed hard, clearly longing to be with Yang Zhuihui again, but her body couldn't take it anymore. She shook her head and said, "A whole night of thrusting will kill me. Let's split it up, once a day."

"You really know how to bargain. As long as the time, place, and people are right, I'll do it with you."

Glancing at Xiaoyue, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Xiaoyue, what about you?"

Xiaoyue blushed and shook her head, whispering, "Xiaoyue is fine. No need to trouble Young Master Yang. You and my sister can do it."

Yang Zhuihui stroked Xiaoyue's face and chuckled at Shile, "Look how well-behaved Xiaoyue is. You should learn from her in the future."

"I can't change that. Husband, you continue playing with her. Xiaoyue and I need to go back and rest."

Shile yawned, looking extremely tired. If Yang Zhuihui did it to her all night, she would probably have to hibernate.

After the mermaid sisters left, Yang Zhuihui sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Poppy, whose face was deathly pale from being anally violated. His hand gently stroked her lower abdomen, slowly moving towards her mons pubis, forcefully plucking a pubic hair. Hearing Poppy's sobs, Yang Zhuihui suddenly laughed, his hand moving quickly to pinch Poppy's labia with two fingers, saying slowly, "I haven't entered here yet. Usually, torturing women starts here, hehe, which means I'm going to insert it into you now, you little slut dripping with lust!"

Poppy's eyes flickered, then returned to their cold expression. Looking at Yang Zhuihui, Poppy said, "You are my greatest enemy in this life. You'd better not let me live, or I'll make you pay a thousand times, ten thousand times the price!"

"I'm looking forward to that day,"

Yang Zhuihui said dismissively, snorting lightly, shaking his already erect penis, and said, "My dear pirate lady, can I go in now? Or do you want a cucumber inserted?"

"I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Poppy roared.

"If a cucumber were inserted, would you only kill the cucumber, not me?"

Yang Zhuihui teased.

"You..."

Looking at Poppy's almost cannibalistic expression, Yang Zhuihui's sadistic desire intensified. He picked up the cucumber and smelled it; a natural fragrance made him almost want to eat it.

In modern times, women can not only use cucumbers for masturbation but also slice them and apply them to their faces for beauty and health. In ancient times, cucumbers were probably only for eating. To let ancient women know that cucumbers could actually be used for masturbation, Yang Zhuihui decided to have Poppy be the first to use a cucumber for masturbation. Later, when he became emperor, he would teach all women without men to use cucumbers for masturbation!

Imagining that magnificent scene, Yang Zhuihui revealed an extremely lewd smile and said, "I'm going to start!"

"Bastard!"

Yang Zhuihui's skin was thicker than a ten-foot-high copper wall; Poppy's curse was like a tickle, only making Yang Zhuihui more excited.

Yang Zhuihui inserted the cucumber into Poppy's anus. Hearing Poppy's screams, he pushed the cucumber, roughly the same length as his penis, two-thirds of the way in, leaving a portion sticking out. He couldn't insert it all the way in, otherwise he'd have to have surgery if he couldn't pull it out later.

Looking at Poppy's face, which flushed and paled intermittently, Yang Zhuihui sneered, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Seeing Poppy ignore him, Yang Zhuihui rubbed his penis against Poppy's wet, clitoral opening, then thrust hard.

*Swoosh!

* Half of it went in, tearing Poppy's hymen.

"Ah!"

Poppy screamed, almost fainting. Her lower body spasmed, and she frantically shook her hips, trying to shake off the penis and cucumber inside her, but to no avail. With another forceful thrust from Yang Zhuihui, the entire penis was inside, leaving only his testicles pressing against her vulva.

Yang Zhuihui shivered and muttered, "It's so tight, the flesh inside is even sucking on my cock, it feels so good."

Yang Zhuihui was enjoying the penetration, but the woman beneath him didn't agree. Her pink face was almost contorted, tears streaming silently down her cheeks, her lips bitten until they bled. She stared at Yang Zhuihui with extremely vicious eyes, as if she wanted to devour him alive!

"I'm going to start moving now!"

With that, Yang Zhuihui slowly withdrew his bloodied penis, and just as the glans was about to slip out of the opening, he forcefully thrust it back in.

*Splat!*

Yang Zhuihui showed no regard for Poppy's body, and couldn't find a reason to cherish her.

He could ignore Poppy killing others, but if she even entertained the thought of killing his own woman, she would commit a heinous crime, and Yang Zhuihui would subject her to the most horrific sexual torture imaginable!

Chapter 104, Falling Asleep in Each Other's Arms

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

With each thrust of Yang Zhuihui's penis, Poppy moaned continuously, a primal reaction to sex, not a sound of pleasure.

Grabbing Poppy's breasts, he increased the speed of his thrusts.

*Slap, slap, slap...

* "Hmm...ugh...ugh..."

Under the assault of Yang Zhuihui's thick penis, Poppy reached orgasm. When she realized she had orgasmed under Yang Zhuihui's rape, she wanted nothing more than to kill him immediately, but utterly powerless to resist, she could only helplessly experience the ecstasy of orgasm. During her climax, her entire body became even more sensitive, her vaginal fluids continuously gushing out, while Yang Zhuihui's penis continued to thrust rapidly. Poppy was almost driven to death, crying and moaning until Yang Zhuihui ejaculated into her uterus.

Yang Zhuihui's penis was a little numb from ejaculating, and he lay on top of Poppy, sucking on her nipples. His still not fully limp penis trembled a few times inside Poppy's vagina before softening, and was then squeezed out by Poppy's voluptuous flesh. After

resting for a while, Yang Zhuihui sat on the edge of the bed, playing with Poppy's engorged labia. Looking at the cucumber that was still dutifully inserted into Poppy's anus, Yang Zhuihui chuckled and said, "I'm going to the outhouse first, and I'll come back and play with you properly. You'll have to give me oral sex later."

Poppy didn't answer, or rather, she didn't have the strength to answer anymore, just staring blankly at the bed curtains.

After Yang regretted going to the outhouse, Minagawa Yuuki went into his room alone. Saya, who had been with him, was asleep, exhausted from the day, probably having some kind of erotic dream.

Minagawa Yuuki looked at Poppy on the bed, took several steps back in fear, and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Hearing Minagawa Yuuki's voice, Poppy became even angrier, wanting to yell, but her throat was hoarse and sore from her previous shouts, and she could only weakly say, "You're asking a question you already know the answer to."

"I really don't know. I came to find my brother. Have you seen him?"

Minagawa Yuuki whispered, still not daring to approach Poppy. With only a short memory, she mistakenly thought this was the first time she had seen Poppy.

"Brother? How ridiculous."

Poppy's eyes were fierce, and she said coldly, "Your so-called brother is worse than an animal! If you have any kindness left, come and let me go!"

"Why are you like this?"

Minagawa Yuuki asked.

"Are you going to let me go or not!"

Poppy seemed to remember something, a smile appearing on her lips. "Actually, I was playing a game with your brother. He went to the outhouse and promised to untie me when he got back. Now that you, his sister, are here, you can untie me."

"Really?"

"I have no reason to lie to you. Have you forgotten how close we used to be?"

"I don't remember anything."

Minagawa Yuuki walked to the bedside, looking at the tormented and agitated Poppy, feeling a little disgusted, but still obediently untied the ropes.

Freed, Poppy pulled out the cucumber, threw it on the ground, hurriedly put on her leather shorts, grabbed her leather corset, and looked at the ropes Yang Zhuihui had cut. Poppy was so angry she wanted to tear Yang Zhuihui apart alive.

"Are you going to wait for my brother with me?"

Minagawa Yuuki asked, sitting on the bedside, completely unaware of the terrible thing he had done.

"You can wait here yourself!"

Poppy, having donned her leather corset and clutching the tear, glanced at Minagawa Yuuki a few more times. Poppy had intended to kill Minagawa Yuuki to vent her hatred, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She didn't know why; she seemed bewitched by Minagawa Yuuki's clear eyes. Poppy dared not linger, running out of the room. With her last bit of strength, she leaped onto the roof, flipped, and jumped out of the governor's mansion, disappearing into the alley.

When Yang Zhuihui entered the room and saw Poppy had run away, and then saw Yuuki sitting there, looking at the intact rope on the bed, Yang Zhuihui knew that Yuuki had released Poppy. But even so, Yang Zhuihui didn't want to ask any more questions; he only hoped to catch Poppy as soon as possible!

Holding her in his arms, Yang Zhuihui gently said, "Sister, why did you run here?"

"I missed you so much, brother. I was afraid you would leave me again,"

Yuuki said softly, hugging Yang Zhuihui's strong waist, feeling the warmth and security emanating from his body.

"No, brother will always be with you, don't worry!"

"Yes, Yuuki understands, but I'm a little scared."

After a moment of tenderness, Yang Zhuihui led Yuuki back to her room.

Looking at Saya, who was sprawled out in a "spread-eagle" position, sleeping soundly with her mouth watering, Yang Zhuihui was a little annoyed. Saya had taken up the entire bed, leaving no room for Yuuki to sleep. No wonder she came looking for him!

"Brother will be back in a little while, wait for me here!"

Yang Zhuihui touched Yuuki's cheek.

"Okay, be quick, Yuuki doesn't want to wait too long."

Yuuki nodded, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"I'll be there soon."

With a smile, Yang Zhuihui kissed Yuuki's cheek and left.

Yang Zhuihui spoke with Wu Sanniang, Xia Yao, Guo Fu, Xiaoyue, and Shi Le, informing them that Poppy had escaped and urging them to be extra cautious. He also casually asked Xia Yao if she wanted to sleep with him that night. Xia Yao, teased, grabbed a chair and threw it at Yang Zhuihui. Luckily, the door closed in time, otherwise Yang Zhuihui's head would have been in serious trouble!

Back in You Shu's room, You Shu, seemingly afraid of leaving Yang Zhuihui, was standing at the door. Upon seeing him, she ran over and nestled into his arms, very clingy.

Accompanying You Shu into the room, Yang Zhuihui looked at Saya, who had terrible sleeping posture but was usually quite ladylike, and was speechless.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Yang Zhuihui asked, seeing You Shu yawning repeatedly.

"I'm a little sleepy, but I want to sleep with you, brother, otherwise I can't sleep."

"Won't Saya stay with you?"

"Who's Saya?"

You Shu asked, confused.

"Uh..."

Yang Zhuihui really didn't know how to explain to You Shu. Saya was lying on the bed, and Yuuki had actually forgotten her. It seemed Yuuki's memory was worse than Yang Zhuihui had imagined. No wonder she came looking for him; it turned out there was a "stranger" lying in his bed!

Not wanting to wake Saya, Yang Zhuihui took Yuuki back to his room. Since the sheets still bore the scent of poppy blood and semen, Yang Zhuihui removed them and spread his robe on the bed so Yuuki could sleep more comfortably.

Yuuki took off his kimono, leaving only his thin undergarment, which reached his knees and resembled a skirt, but was even more plain and lacked any aesthetic appeal; it served purely as a covering.

"Brother, should I take this off?"

Yuuki asked.

Standing before her, Yang Zhuihui was about to blow out the candles when Yushu's question prompted him to scrutinize her closely. Her breasts were high and firm, the nipples clearly visible pushing against her undershirt. Yushu's breathing was rapid, her breasts heaving noticeably. After a few more glances, Yang Zhuihui wanted to strip her naked and explore her body with his hands and penis. However, faced with the innocent Yushu, he dared not act rashly. He asked, "Are you wearing anything underneath?" She

was definitely not wearing anything on top, but he didn't know about the undergarments. Yang Zhuihui wasn't very clear about the inner workings of a kimono.

Yushu first pulled open her collar to look inside, seeing her breasts, and then lifted the hem of her skirt.

When Yang Zhuihui saw You Shu's completely hairless pink vulva, he almost had a nosebleed. He quickly turned his head away, his heart pounding, and said, "Then you can sleep in this, no need to take it off anymore."

(If you take it off again, I'll just stick it in! )

"You Shu, you're going to bed first."

You Shu had already lowered the hem of her skirt.

"Okay."

After blowing out the candles, Yang Zhuihui lay down on the bed. You Shu wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her face against his, and said sweetly, "Only this makes You Shu feel at ease. You Shu will marry your brother someday."

"Yes, it will."

Yang Zhuihui hugged You Shu tightly, inhaling her unique fragrance. He swallowed hard, his erect penis rubbing against her private parts, wondering if it would arouse her desire.

After putting You Shu to sleep, Yang Zhuihui muttered, "Why am I so well-behaved with You Shu? Am I just a naturally pure person?"

He recalled his days selling lingerie, how his hands were always touching different women's breasts, yet he never harbored any impure thoughts. His heart, however, was always preoccupied with the women in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. Now that he was in the world of *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, wanting to possess them should be a normal thought, right? Remembering the dolls burned to ashes in the warehouse, Yang Zhuihui was somewhat worried that those events would repeat themselves in this world.

Huang Rong, Wu San Niang, Gongsun Lü'e, Xiao... Dragon Girl…

Thinking of Yang Zhuihui's senior sister who lived in the ancient tomb, Yang Zhuihui couldn't help but wonder when he should go after her. It seemed he couldn't find the time right now. Besides, he already had so many beautiful women around him, why bother going out of his way to find her? Anyway, he wasn't the real Yang Zhuihui, so there was no need to do anything deliberately.

Thinking this, Yang Zhuihui hugged You Shu's mature, delicate body even tighter, his right hand, as if bewitched, tracing its way down her jade-like arm. When it reached her slender waist, Yang Zhuihui stopped; any further contact might

lead to something wrong. Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, reluctantly withdrawing his hand, forcing himself to fall asleep quickly. His erect penis still pressed against You Shu's private area. Removing her thin undershirt, Yang Zhuihui could easily thrust inside, and then…

(Ah! I want purity!)

Yang Zhuihui was indeed pure throughout the night, but after he fell asleep, that restless hand slipped inside Yushu's skirt, sliding along her vulva. The already asleep Yushu kept emitting soft moans, and aroused, she pressed her left leg against Yang Zhuihui's thigh, her swollen vulva pressing against his penis. After a while, Yang Zhuihui's hand calmed down.

Early the next morning, before Yang Zhuihui even opened his eyes, he heard a scream, not from Yushu, but from Saya.

Saya was standing by their bed, looking at the princess's exposed white thighs and Yang Zhuihui's hand on her buttocks, exclaiming, "When did you steal the princess here?"

Yang Zhuihui opened his eyes, first seeing Yushu's almost completely exposed breasts, then struggled to sit up, looking at Saya whose eyes were practically popping out of their sockets, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You big pervert!"

Saya pointed at Yang Zhuihui's erect penis and yelled, "What did you do to my princess?"

Yang Zhuihui quickly covered his unruly penis and chuckled, "Your princess is perfectly fine. I didn't do anything. You can verify it if you don't believe me."

"Verify my foot!"

Saya stomped her feet angrily.

Chapter 105, Cannot Be Exposed

At this moment, Xia Yao walked in. She was about to ask Poppy how she escaped, but when she saw You Shu's snow-white thighs pressed against Yang Zhuihui, her jaw almost dislocated. She couldn't say a word, only gripping her sword tighter, as if she had an urge to cut off Yang Zhuihui's manhood. Before

Yang Zhuihui could speak, You Shu woke up, propped herself up, and mumbled, "Brother, why did you touch my private parts last night? They were so wet."

"I...I...I..."

Yang Zhuihui was too frightened to speak. He seemed to have dreamt last night that he was touching Yushu's genitals. Was that just a dream? Yang Zhuihui suspiciously sniffed his fingers; there was still a lingering scent of semen.

"Bastard!"

Saya cursed, punching Yang Zhuihui in the face, making him see stars and fall onto the bed, unable to move.

"Brother!"

Yushu cried out, shaking Yang Zhuihui frantically.

"The princess has been defiled. How can I explain this to my lord's spirit in heaven?"

Saya sighed helplessly. Believing the princess had already lost her virginity, she didn't want to say anything more and walked out dejectedly.

"Yang Guo, Yushu has lost her memory, yet she still recognizes you as her brother. You are the only person in this world she can remember. How could you take advantage of her kindness and trust to do such a disgusting thing! It seems you really are a complete bastard!"

After cursing, Xia Yao also ran out.

"I, so innocent, have been misunderstood."

Yang Zhuihui said dejectedly.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Yushu stroked Yang Zhuihui's cheek, afraid that Yang Zhuihui had been stunned by Saya's blow.

To avoid further misunderstandings, Yang Zhuihui told Yushu to get dressed, and he hurriedly dressed and got out of bed. As long as nothing major happened today, he would head to Qiongzhou. But should he take so many beauties to Qiongzhou? This was another question worth considering.

Compared to Chaozhou, there were also many Japanese pirates in Qiongzhou, and that madman Ouyang Feng was there, increasing the danger considerably. Taking them there was clearly unwise, but should he leave them all here?

During breakfast, Xia Yao and Saya kept looking at Yang Zhuihui with hostile eyes, making him very uncomfortable. In addition, Yushu often asked Yang Zhuihui to pick up food for her, and even wanted him to feed her. Looking at Yushu, who was eating with a smile on her face... Yang Zhuihui couldn't muster a smile; he feared Xia Yao and Saya would kill him.

After breakfast, a bored Yang Zhuihui returned to his room, lost in thought, with You Shu following him. He pondered who to leave behind. Guo Fu would definitely stay in Chaozhou first; the mermaid sisters needed to learn the Lingxiao Sect's Seven-Spinning Fish Sword Technique, so she needed to stay with him. Wu Sanniang could stay in Chaozhou to accompany Guo Fu, or she could stay with him; it was up to her. Although Yang Zhuihui desperately wanted her to stay, he feared unforeseen circumstances on the journey. Xia Yao could either stay or go. You Shu would definitely stay with him; this Japanese beauty with an incredibly poor memory couldn't survive without him. Saya needed to protect her, so she would also come with him.

In conclusion, Xiaoyue, Shile, You Shu, and Saya were the only ones who would definitely accompany him to Qiongzhou.

"Brother, can't we go out for a walk?"

Yu Shu asked, leaning against Yang Zhuihui.

Looking at Yu Shu, who had a mature and delicate body but only the intelligence and memory of a baby, Yang Zhuihui hugged her tightly with great affection and said, "The outside world is too chaotic, you can't wander around, you know? But don't worry, we'll be able to go out and play soon, and you have to stay with your brother the whole time."

"Yes, Yuuki understands, brother is the best, but why did you touch me down there last night? Was it fun to make me wet?"

Yuuki asked innocently.

Yang Zhuihui didn't know how to explain to Yuuki; it was just instinct, wasn't it?

At this moment, Saya walked in. Seeing the princess and Yang Zhuihui so intimate, she was both angry and helpless, and could only stand beside the princess as before. Thinking of what Yang Zhuihui had done to the princess last night, Saya's face flushed with anger.

"Saya, I ask you, besides your Naganuma family harassing the coastal areas, are there any other Japanese pirates?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Of course there are. Now that the Naganuma clan is destroyed, the Shengyu clan will definitely deploy its forces at sea."

Saya nodded.

"Then things are troublesome."

Yang Zhuihui frowned, as if he could see the bloody scene of the Shengyu pirates slaughtering the people of Chaozhou, but he clearly remembered that Qi Jiguang's Qi Family Army would completely defeat the Japanese pirates, and the turning point was the destruction of the Wu Ping pirate group. After yesterday's battle, the pirate crew was almost wiped out, except for Poppy's escape. From this perspective, Chaozhou should be quite safe. However, if *The Return of the Condor Heroes* completely distorts historical facts, anything impossible might actually happen.

To minimize the danger, Yang Zhuihui has decided to have Xia Yao escort Guo Fu back to Dushi City, while San Niang will stay by his side; her meticulous care and renowned beauty will be invaluable.

Glancing at You Shu and Saya, Yang Zhuihui said, "You Shu wants to sleep with me tonight. What about you? You said you'd protect her, so are you going to sleep with me too?"

"Sure, I'll let you experience what it's like to be a eunuch!"

Saya clenched her fist.

"You're even kinder than I thought, but no need to trouble yourself, I haven't planned on that yet! If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be heading to Qiongzhou today or tomorrow. You should be fine, right?"

"If the princess is fine, then I'm absolutely fine."

Saya still maintained an indifferent attitude. It seems Yang Zhuihui is truly a man women both love and hate.

"Yuuki, are you alright?"

Yuuki nodded, leaning against Yang Zhuihui, and said softly, "As long as I'm by my brother's side, Yuuki will go anywhere."

"Yes, you're such a good sister."

Hearing their sweet words, Saya got goosebumps, but she was helpless. She absolutely had to protect the princess, but the princess had completely forgotten her, even forgetting about her while lying in bed for a while. How could she protect her?

Glancing at the smiling Yang Zhuihui, Saya seemed to realize that she could only place her hopes on him. Since Yang Zhuihui had already touched the princess last night, then Yang Zhuihui should marry the princess. Thinking of this, Saya interjected, "Yang-kun, why don't you pick a date to marry the princess?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhuihui almost bit his tongue. Yuuki, on the other hand, was overjoyed, hugging Yang Zhuihui tightly, her breasts kicking against his arms, and exclaimed happily, "Brother, let's get married! Yuuki will be your woman!"

Yang Zhuihui looked at the serious-faced Saya with a bitter expression and asked, "If brother and sister get married, wouldn't that be incest?"

"Brother and sister, huh?"

Saya rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, walked to the door, and said, "Right now, the princess only knows you. Do you want to take advantage of the princess's innocence and kindness to do bad things and then be irresponsible? She is a princess, and what about you? Humph! You are able to marry the princess because of Amaterasu's blessing. According to your Central Plains customs, get married sooner rather than later!"

Yang Zhuihui wanted to argue, but Saya had already walked out.

"Brother, when will we get married?"

Yuuki asked, her clear eyes wide open.

"Let me find an auspicious day first,"

Yang Zhuihui sighed, his gaze falling on Yushu's collar, which had somehow slipped down quite a bit, revealing two delicious cherries nestled on her breasts. He quickly pulled up Yushu's kimono, covering her private parts, and said, "As a young lady, you mustn't show your flesh to others, understand?" "

Not even a little bit?"

Yushu asked.

"Yes."

"Hmm, Yushu understands."

Yushu yawned, licked her lips, and stroked Yang Zhuihui's chin, occasionally laughing as if playing with a toy.

After a while, Yang Zhuihui asked Saya to take care of Yushu while he went out.

He found Wu Sanniang, and the two went out together, strolling around the streets and buying some dry food for later use.

Even with a super-powerful means of transportation like the Divine Eagle, it would still take more than three hours to travel from Chaozhou to Qiongzhou on Hainan Island. With rest stops along the way, it would probably take close to four hours to reach Qiongzhou, so dry food was essential.

As they walked, Yang Zhuihui stopped and said, "Third Sister, I plan to have Xia Yao escort Fu'er north."

Wu Sanniang was surprised and said, "Can't they stay in Chaozhou? The journey is so far, I'm afraid something might happen to them."

"I know, but I think going north might be safer than searching for Ouyang Feng. Besides, I also need to go to Ruoxian Island, and I don't know how much time that will take to practice. Auntie will be worried sick if she can't contact Fu'er."

Yang Zhuihui smiled.

"My husband is so thoughtful, then let's do as you say! Have you told Xia Yao and Fu'er?"

Wu Sanniang looked at Yang Zhuihui with loving eyes. After these days of trials, Yang Zhuihui had become very mature. Before, he was only mature in his lower body, but now he was mature in all aspects. Wu Sanniang felt that her master, the South Sea Divine Nun, was about to realize her long-cherished wish:

to rule the martial arts world and become a generation of lecherous emperor!

After returning, Yang Zhuihui went to see Xia Yao and talked to her about his decision. Xia Yao strongly opposed it. Although she disliked the clumsy Yang Zhuihui, she didn't want to break up with him—a very contradictory situation.

Yang Zhuihui had clearly committed those lewd acts against Xia Yao, so why didn't Xia Yao hate him?

Looking at Yang Zhuihui before her, Xia Yao calmly said, "I said I would help you obtain the Nine Yin Manual. I won't leave you until then. Besides, among them, I'm confident in my martial arts skills and can help you. If it's because of Fu'er, I'll just take charge of protecting her from today onwards. Anyway, it's quick to get to Qiongzhou from here. As long as we find Ouyang Feng and retrieve the manual soon, everything will be over. Then I'll take Fu'er back to Dushi City. You can go wherever you want, okay?"

Yang Zhuihui wanted to shake his head and ask Xia Yao why she insisted on following him, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. So he nodded and said, "Alright then, let's rest for another day and set off tomorrow. You can continue to dress up. You look quite feminine, but..."

Yang Zhuihui stared at Xia Yao's chest and chuckled, "Your breasts are a little small."

"You bastard!"

Xia Yao threw the wooden comb in her hand at Yang Zhuihui like a dart. Yang Zhuihui caught it with two fingers and chuckled, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Don't forget I'm Xia Shaofeng, the Poison Fist Master, so that comb is covered in poison!"

Yang Zhuihui was so frightened that he quickly threw away the comb, looked at his perfectly normal fingers, and asked, "Is it really poisonous?"

"Just kidding, see if you dare to joke with me again."

Xia Yao rolled her eyes at Yang Zhuihui, bent down to pick up the comb, and continued combing her long hair.

"It's okay, I'll help you grow it bigger later!"

Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard, imagining the lewd scene of Xia Yao moaning as he pinched her breasts. Suddenly, a pillow flew over, hitting him and making him see stars. He dared not tease Xia Yao any further, lest he get hurt again. Yang Zhuihui slunk away from Xia Yao's room.

Chapter 106, The Famous Courtesan

. After Yang Zhuihui left, Xia Yao subconsciously pinched her breasts, muttering, "Why do they feel like they've gotten a little bigger lately? If I want them to be as big as Xiaoyue's, do I really have to drink Yang Zhuihui's semen?"

Thinking of that scene, Xia Yao felt like she was being evaporated by her own body heat, her face turning as red as a ripe tomato.

Yang Zhuihui entered the room, almost scared out of his wits. Yuuki, completely shrouded in black gauze, was sitting on the edge of the bed, while Saya stood helplessly to the side.

"What's going on?"

Yang Zhuihui exclaimed.

"Didn't brother say we couldn't show our flesh? Yuuki did as he said, but isn't this enough? Is there anything else showing?"

Yuuki asked timidly.

"Yang-kun, I don't think the princess will have a future with you,"

Saya sighed.

Looking at Yuuki, who was wrapped up like a mummy, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly went over and removed the gauze covering Yuuki's head. Looking at this overly obedient amnesiac beauty, Yang Zhuihui felt a pang of heartache. He hugged Yuuki tightly and said gently, "Little sister, you're really silly. What brother said is..."

Yang Zhuihui felt he couldn't quite express his meaning, so he said, "From now on, Saya will always take care of you. Do whatever she says, okay?"

Yuuki looked at Saya blankly and said, "But she said she'd cut off your genitals. Do I have to do that too?"

Yang Zhuihui shuddered and glared at Saya. A little embarrassed, Saya turned away, glancing at Yang Zhuihui out of the corner of her eye from time to time.

"Do you want her to cut it off?"

Yuuki asked again.

"From now on, whatever she asks you to do, you have to ask me first, understand?"

Yang Zhuihui pinched You Shu's cheek.

"Yes, I understand,"

You Shu nodded.

That night, Yang Zhuihui was quite well-behaved. He only secretly touched You Shu's buttocks a few times, causing her to gasp and moan, almost leading Yang Zhuihui to rape her.

Early the next morning, Yang Zhuihui gathered Wu Sanniang, Guo Fu, Xiao Yue, Shi Le, Xia Yao, Sha Ye, and You Shu together, asking them to prepare for their trip to Qiongzhou. Guo Fu really didn't want to go to Qiongzhou, only wanting to stay in Chaozhou with her grandfather. Yang Zhuihui didn't want to take her either, but he couldn't persuade Xia Yao, so he threatened her with the excuse that "this place is likely to be attacked by the Japanese pirates from Shengyu, and she might be gang-raped," scaring her almost to tears.

Seven women and one man—could the Divine Condor handle it?

The Divine Condor truly lived up to its name as a divine bird; let alone eight people, even a few more would be a piece of cake!

After informing the old woman, the divine eagle carried them to Qiongzhou.

They rested once along the way, ate some dry rations, and arrived in Qiongzhou City at dusk.

Upon arrival, Yang Zhuihui first found an inn. A man followed by seven graceful women—a truly spectacular sight, attracting envious glances from many men. However, they didn't know that having too many women could also bring trouble! Fearing that Minagawa Yuuki and Saya's kimonos might cause unnecessary trouble, they were assigned to the same room and not allowed to leave.

Wu Sanniang and Guo Fu shared a room, Xiaoyue and Shile shared a room, Yuuki and Saya shared a room, and the large divine eagle was given a separate room by Yang Zhuihui. To avoid causing panic, he even had it squeeze in through the back window. Xia Yao, disguised as a man, shared a room with Yang Zhuihui. The thought of sharing a bed with this fiery beauty that night stirred his lustful desires once more.

Looking at Xia Yao, who was making the bed, her shapely buttocks seemingly waiting for him to penetrate her, Yang Zhuihui swallowed hard and muttered, "White Tiger, the legendary White Tiger, clean and tidy, without a single hair, it would be so satisfying to penetrate!"

"White Tiger without hair?"

Xia Yao asked doubtfully.

"Ahem, the White Tiger I'm talking about is different from the one you're talking about. Hehe, even if you ask me what it is, I won't tell you."

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"I'm not interested!"

Xia Yao pulled out a dagger from her waist and hid it under the pillow in front of Yang Zhuihui, saying, "We can sleep together tonight, but if you mess around, you'll know what happens!"

"When did you buy another one?"

Yang Zhuihui asked in surprise.

"Do you think it's not enough? I'll buy a whole bunch next time, and I'll stick them all over you!"

Xia Yao stuck out her tongue, looking somewhat like a woman.

"So many daggers are no match for my stick."

Fearing Xia Yao might throw a dagger, Yang Zhuihui retreated, saying, "I'll go ask around the streets for news about the Four Immortals; they should be here."

Walking down the street, Yang Zhuihui asked passersby about the Four Immortals, but no one knew anything. Just as he was feeling frustrated, a stunningly beautiful woman who looked to be around thirty years old appeared before him. Her

white, embroidered Bixia Palace gown barely covered her full breasts, revealing her graceful neck and clearly visible collarbones. A flowing pink gauze skirt trailed on the ground, and she carried a soft, green silk veil. A peony hairpin adorned her hair in a phoenix-like updo. She moved gracefully, and a small silver bell on her wrist jingled softly.

Yang Zhuihui, the lecherous man, stared intently at the woman's full breasts, feeling an urge to rip off her bra. A woman's beauty should be displayed openly!

"My name is Yao Ling'er. You seem confused, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Her voice was soft, like a gentle stream, captivating Yang Zhuihui.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm looking for someone."

Yang Zhuihui wanted to strike up a conversation with this beauty, who resembled a white rose, so he asked, "Are you a local, Miss Ling'er?"

"No, my home is in a small fishing village far away. Three years ago, a great disaster struck the village, so I was sold to a brothel. I was originally staying elsewhere, but the brothel there caught fire, so I came here. I hope you'll forgive my abruptness."

As she spoke, Yao Ling'er curtsied to express her apology.

"Is it Xiyu Village?"

Yang Zhuihui asked hastily.

"How did you know, sir?"

Yao Ling'er looked Yang Zhuihui up and down, delighted. "Could you be the hero Yang Zhuihui who saved our Xiyu Village?"

"That's me. Please forgive my rudeness."

Yang Zhuihui nodded.

"My father told me that you were going to Chaozhou, and that I should repay you properly when I had the chance!"

After a pause, Yao Ling'er continued, "I thought I wouldn't have a chance to meet you, but I didn't expect to meet you in Qiongzhou. It seems we are truly destined for each other. If you don't mind, please come to Zigui Pavilion for a visit, so I can repay you."

Yao Ling'er was a brothel owner, so her so-called repayment was, of course, in exchange for her body. Thinking of being able to sleep with this beauty, Yang Zhui almost had a nosebleed, but then asked curiously, "Now that the disaster in Xiyu Village has been resolved, why does Miss Ling'er still stay in the brothel? Wouldn't it be better to go back?"

"This..."

Yao Ling'er wiped her eyes with a soft gauze and murmured, "My body is no longer pure. If I go back, my fellow villagers will laugh at me. I can't turn back now. If you think it's abrupt, then please pretend I didn't say those words. I still need to buy rouge and powder."

"No way, I'm bored anyway, I'll go with you,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"Hmm, it seems you're a man of character, we'll get along very well. You're probably not familiar with this place, right? I've been here for a few days and I know it quite well, I'll take the liberty of leading the way." Yang Zhuihui, the lecherous man, naturally wouldn't refuse, and walked side by side with Yao Ling'er. Taking advantage of his height, he would occasionally steal glances at Yao Ling'er's cleavage. Because she was dressed so tightly, apart from that cleavage, Yang Zhuihui couldn't get much out of her. But Yao Ling'er was a prostitute, and since she was a prostitute, he could definitely have sex with her once they got to her room. He just felt it was a pity that such a beautiful woman was a prostitute. Despite his feelings, he still had to go for it, otherwise how could he do justice to his already erect penis?

After accompanying her to buy rouge and powder, Yang Zhuihui walked with her towards the Purple Rose Pavilion.

The brothel wasn't lively during the day; it was even somewhat lifeless. There weren't even any prostitutes soliciting customers outside, and the door was only half-open. Everyone was resting from yesterday's exhaustion, conserving their energy for tonight's debauchery.

After telling Old Pigeon, who was counting the daughter's wine, Yao Ling'er led Yang Zhuihui upstairs.

"Last time you brought a beggar, but today you've brought a decent young master. It's strange, with so much money, why do you have to come to my brothel and be at the mercy of men?"

the heavily made-up Old Pigeon muttered.

Yao Ling'er's boudoir was simply furnished: a canopy bed draped in crimson curtains, a screen almost dividing the room in two, a crimson guqin, a dressing table, two large vases in the corner, and several unidentified landscape paintings hanging on the walls.

This seemed to be all there was to the room. The guqin looked very special, and the curious Yang Zhuihui stood before it.

The zither has a paulownia wood top and a cedar wood bottom, lacquered entirely in purple, with numerous repairs and small snake-belly crackle patterns. Pure deer antler ash is visible in the smoothed crackle areas, and a hemp cloth base lies beneath the deer antler ash.

"This is the famous Tang Dynasty zither, 'Nine Heavens Jade Pendant,' which I acquired by chance. Its sound is warm, strong, and resonant, pure and perfect, and its form is extremely robust and ancient. Because it is the most unique and oldest among the surviving Tang Dynasty zithers, and its sound is exceptionally perfect, it has become one of the most famous zithers known to every household. Anyone who has seen it is as captivated as you, young master."

Tiao Ling'er smiled faintly, her squinting eyes utterly adorable!

"I'm a rough man, I don't know much about these things, I just think it's beautiful."

Yang Zhuihui took a deep breath and smiled, "The room smells very nice, does Ling'er often bathe here?"

"Young master, your question is too abrupt."

Yao Ling'er blushed and said softly, "Since this is a brothel, it should be made to smell nice. If it were as smelly as a pigsty, how would any young master dare to come in?"

"I'm sorry, I was indeed a bit abrupt."

Yang Zhuihui stroked the strings of the zither. The strings were so thin that his hand ached a little. They seemed too thin, almost like razor blades. Puzzled, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Miss Ling'er, these strings seem too thin. Won't you get scratched?"

“Hehe, that’s the biggest reason it’s called a famous zither. I don’t know what its strings are made of, but they’re really too thin, so you can only play them with your fingernails. As long as you don’t press the strings with your palm, you generally won’t get hurt.”

Tiao Ling’er walked up to Yang Zhuihui and showed him her ten fingers. She continued, “Perhaps because I’ve played the zither since I was little, Ling’er’s fingernails are very thin, so I can only wear these artificial nails made of tortoiseshell.”

Yang Zhuihui then noticed that each of Tiao Ling’er’s fingernails was dark brown and nearly an inch long, which looked a bit scary. However, realizing that these were specially made for playing the guqin, Jiuxiao Huanpei, Yang Zhuihui wasn’t too surprised. He just wondered if her artificial nails would hurt people.

“I’ll pour you some tea first, then I’ll play the zither for you. Please wait a moment.”

After speaking, Yao Ling’er left the boudoir.

Yang Zhuihui's hand landed on the Nine Heavens Jade Pendant again, applying slight pressure; it felt as if his skin was about to be cut. Such a dangerous zither could produce such lingering, melodious music—truly wondrous!

Chapter 107, Guo Fu Needs Pampering

. Seeing that Yao Ling'er hadn't entered yet, Yang Zhuihui, eager to learn the details of her bath, ran behind the screen. Looking at the pink bodice and white undergarment hanging on the wall, Yang Zhuihui could almost imagine Yao Ling'er wearing them, an undisguised lewdness appearing on his face. He walked over, picked up the bodice to smell Yao Ling'er's milky fragrance, but instead smelled a pungent, bloody odor!

Yang Zhuihui was terrified, only then noticing a smear of congealed blood on the bodice's surface.

Not knowing what had happened, Yang Zhuihui hurriedly ran outside the screen, pretending not to know anything, but inwardly he felt a growing apprehension towards Yao Ling'er.

Yao Ling'er entered carrying tea and pastries, placing them on the round table in the room. She said, "Please make yourself at home, young master. Ling'er will play a tune for you."

"Thank you,"

Yang Zhuihui replied, holding the hot tea but hesitant to drink it, fearing he might have wandered into a shop specializing in meat buns again.

Yao Ling'er smoothed her skirt, turned her head, smiled, and began to play the zither.

The exquisite zither, combined with Yao Ling'er's hands that seemed born for the instrument, filled the room with a captivating and beautiful melody, leaving Yang Zhuihui somewhat mesmerized.

But whether it was his imagination or reality, Yang Zhuihui felt the music seemed to harbor a hidden murderous intent.

After the piece ended, Yao Ling'er approached Yang Zhuihui and asked, "Young master, are you thirsty?"

"I drank plenty of water this morning, not thirsty at all,"

Yang Zhuihui replied with a smile, his eyes fixed on Yao Ling'er's seemingly weightless breasts. If he could remove her bra, the view would be breathtaking!

"Then..."

Yao Ling'er seemed a little shy, murmuring, "Is there anything you want, young master? Anything Ling'er can give, Ling'er will not hold back."

If he hadn't been behind the screen, Yang Zhuihui would have definitely pinned Yao Ling'er down on the bed and had his way with her, but the blood-stained undergarment made him wary. Blood on underpants could be attributed to menstrual blood, but how could there be blood on an undergarment? A brothel wasn't a battlefield; even bleeding was difficult. Did Ling'er specialize in seducing men with her beauty, killing them the moment they ejaculated, stealing their money, and leaving their bodies to rot in the wilderness?

The biggest consequence of this association was that he couldn't get an erection.

Looking at the shy and charming Yao Ling'er, Yang Zhuihui licked his lips and smiled, "Then continue playing the zither, it sounds quite nice."

"Don't you ever think about that kind of thing, young master?"

Yao Ling'er asked.

"What kind of thing?"

Yang Zhuihui asked knowingly.

"It's just..."

Yao Ling'er covered her pretty face and said softly, "...the pleasures of men and women."

Judging from the situation, Yao Ling'er intended to sleep with Yang Zhuihui, but Yang Zhuihui really didn't dare to. A sense of crisis made him choose to conceal his lecherous nature, and he smiled and said, "Ling'er, I didn't think about that kind of thing. Although you are a courtesan, I really haven't thought about it that way." "

That's Ling'er being presumptuous,"

Yao Ling'er nodded.

"It's getting late, I'll go back now. I'll come see you again when I have time."

"Where does the young master stay?"

Yao Ling'er asked hurriedly.

"Hetu Inn,"

he said, and Yang Zhuihui had already left Yao Ling'er's room.

Standing in the corridor watching Yang Zhuihui leave Zigui Pavilion, Yao Ling'er returned to her room. Looking at the Nine Heavens Jade Pendant, Yao Ling'er muttered to herself, "He must be a lecherous man, but why isn't he interested in a beauty like me? Did I give myself away somewhere?" Of

course, she had no idea that Yang Zhuihui had run away because he saw her blood-stained undergarment.

Back at the Hetu Inn, Yang Zhuihui was surprised to see Huang Yaoshi and Yideng sitting in a corner, with Guo Fu also there.

"Speak of the devil, and he appears,"

Yideng said with a sly smile, gesturing for Yang Zhuihui to come over.

After everyone was seated, noticing the absence of Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong, Yang Zhuihui asked, "Where are the two seniors, Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong?"

Upon hearing this, the three who had been smiling turned somber. Guo Fu replied, "Both seniors are dead."

"Dead?"

Yang Zhuihui, who had been planning to avenge his master, was now faced with the sudden loss of two. His plan to torment them had fallen through. He asked, "Were they both killed by Ouyang Feng?"

"Hong Qigong died at the hands of Ouyang Feng, but Zhou Botong did not. His head was severed with something like golden thread. Amitabha, forgive me,"

Yideng sighed.

"Is there anyone in the martial world whose martial arts surpass Zhou Botong's?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"The martial world is vast, with many hidden masters. We are all just empty names,"

Yideng said, stroking his white beard. "Let bygones be bygones. We need to find a way to reclaim the Nine Yin Manual. Ouyang Feng has already begun practicing it, which is why Hong Qigong died at his hands."

In truth, even without practicing the Nine Yin Manual, Ouyang Feng's previous martial arts skills were more than enough to kill Hong Qigong. Last time, the Four Immortals on the high cliff joined forces and only managed a draw against Ouyang Feng, so even the Four Immortals were no match for him in a one-on-one fight!

Yang Zhuihui didn't bother to refute Yideng; he just wanted to find Ouyang Feng and destroy the Nine Yin Manual as soon as possible. "Is there any news of Ouyang Feng now?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"He seems to be active in this area. There's no definite information, but others are also looking for him. Zhou Botong died at his hands; his methods are extremely ruthless. Young brother, you must be careful,"

Yideng said.

"So there's no concrete news."

Yang Zhuihui seemed a little disappointed. Glancing at Huang Yaoshi's ashen face, Yang Zhuihui knew his mood was definitely not ordinary; it was best not to provoke such a person. Guo Fu's eyes welled up with tears.

"Do you two seniors also stay here?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"Yes, we stay in the two rooms on the far right of the second floor, right across from your room,"

Yideng replied.

"That's good, it'll be good to have someone to look after you if anything happens. Fu'er, I'll go back to your room with you. As Huang Rong's daughter, you must be strong, you can't cry so easily,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"I know,"

Guo Fu stood up and returned to her room with Yang Zhuihui.

"Why weren't you saying anything just now?"

Yideng asked.

“I’m thinking about Zhou Botong’s death. His expression was peaceful when he died, even with a smile on his face, without any signs of struggle. This way of dying is too horrible; it seems to be the work of someone he knew.”

“He was the famous Zhou Botong; he must have known a lot of people. Just based on that alone, it would be difficult to find the murderer. We should try not to separate, and if anything happens, remember to inform the other party. We can’t let Zhou Botong’s tragedy repeat itself.”

“Of course!”

Huang Yaoshi tilted his head back and drank the strong liquor, shouting with satisfaction. Yideng, on the other hand, substituted tea for wine.

As soon as Guo Fu entered the room, she threw herself into Wu Sanniang’s arms and burst into tears.

“Young Master Yang, did you bully Fu’er again?”

Wu Sanniang asked.

“What did I do?”

Yang Zhuihui shrugged and said, “Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong are both dead, and Hong Qigong and Fu’er were very close, so she’s crying so sadly.”

“They’re both dead?”

Wu Sanniang, who rarely got excited, exclaimed very loudly.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"They were both top martial arts masters, yet they both died. It seems Qiongzhou is fraught with danger. Young Master Yang, I think we should go to Ruoxian Island first, learn the skills, and then go find Ouyang Feng! With your current martial arts skills, it's impossible for you to defeat him."

Wu Sanniang said.

"Thank you for your concern, Sanniang, but I don't know how long we'll have to stay on Ruoxian Island. It could be a few months, or even half a year. It's all uncertain. And by then, if Ouyang Feng has already mastered the Nine Yin Manual, I'm afraid the martial world will be devastated when we return."

Yang Zhuihui said seriously.

"But..."

"Hehe, it's nothing. Didn't I trick Ouyang Feng last time? Besides, I look a lot like his dead son, so don't worry."

Yang Zhuihui rubbed his stomach and chuckled, "I'm a little hungry. It's time for dinner. Let's go downstairs to eat."

"I don't want to eat."

Guo Fu sobbed.

"Young Master Yang, perhaps we should have the waiter bring the food up. It's a chaotic place downstairs; it's better to stay inside. Besides, Yuuki and Saya's attire will attract attention."

Knowing Wu Sanniang meant well, Yang Zhuihui readily agreed and went downstairs to order a few dishes, which the waiter then brought up. The diligent Yang Zhuihui also called over Yuuki, Saya, Xiaoyue, Shile, and Xia Yao, who was tightly wrapping her breasts with a white cloth. Poor Yang Zhuihui almost got hit by a dagger thrown by Xia Yao.

The food arrived, but Guo Fu was still sitting on the bed, hugging her legs. She wouldn't respond to Wu Sanniang's calls, only continuing to cry. With Guo Fu crying, how could anyone else possibly eat? Yang Zhuihui had no choice but to try and comfort her.

"Fu'er, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept your fate." It was

a very corny line; that was all Yang Zhuihui could think of, since that's how it was written in novels anyway.

“But Uncle Hong was so good to me, and… and he died so tragically.”

Guo Fu’s eyes widened in horror, and she choked out, “I can still picture Uncle Hong being strangled. Who could be so cruel?”

“You’re inexperienced; of course you don’t know how unpredictable people can be. You need more experience.”

“But I’m afraid of getting hurt again. I don’t want anything to happen to those who care about me or those I care about.”

Guo Fu looked at them and continued, “Otherwise, let’s not stay here. Let’s go back quickly. I just want to go back to my parents.”

“Not now. We’ll go back after we’ve done what we need to do.”

Yang Zhuihui wanted to hug Guo Fu like he hugged You Shu, but he didn’t dare, afraid of being accused of taking advantage of her.

“I want to drink.”

Guo Fu suddenly said.

“It’s not good for a young lady to drink.”

Wu Sanniang quickly stopped her.

“But I really want to get drunk, please.”

Guo Fu looked at Yang Zhuihui with pitiful eyes.

“Then eat first, fill your stomach with something before drinking, okay?”

“Okay!”

Guo Fu nodded and got out of bed.

The meal was rather tasteless; everyone seemed listless. It seemed one person's emotions could affect everyone present, like a butterfly effect.

After finishing the meal, Yang Zhuihui instructed the waiter to clear the dishes and then followed him to buy a low-alcohol version of "Daughter's Red" wine, secretly adding a little sleeping potion to it.

Guo Fu, seeing that no one had left, shook the bottle and asked, "Are you going to watch me drink? I'm so sorry."

"It's alright, you drink it. Drink it and get a good night's sleep,"

Yang Zhuihui said with a smile.

"I really want to drink too. I don't think I even know what wine is,"

Shi Le licked his lips.

"I'll drink it!"

Guo Fu smiled, but after only a few sips, she felt lightheaded. She thought she was drunk, but it was actually the sleeping potion taking effect. After a few shakes, Guo Fu slumped onto the table.

Yang Zhuihui carried Guo Fu to the bed and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "I hope she'll be in a better mood when she wakes up tomorrow."

Xia Yao picked up the wine bottle and smelled it, saying, "This wine is so-so, it's impossible

for her to get drunk after just a couple of sips, unless..." Xia Yao looked at Yang Zhuihui's lewd grin and said coldly, "You drugged me again! Luckily I woke up quickly last time, otherwise you would have..." Xia Yao didn't want to bring up the past that disgusted her, so she left the room.

Chapter 108, Third Sister's Service

"It seems that drugs can be effective, but only this once, right? Hehe, naughty husband."

Shi Le pulled his sister's hand and also went out.

Saya seemed uncomfortable hearing Shi Le address Yang Zhuihui as "husband" for the first time and asked, "Yang-jun, how many women do you have?"

Yang Zhuihui glanced at Youshu and said, "More than you imagine, but I love them all; there's no element of playing games."

"I feel sorry for the princess,"

Saya said, pulling Youshu's hand to leave. Youshu asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Saya almost fainted. She hadn't expected the princess to forget her after she had eaten dinner. Saya had to ask Yang Zhuihui to explain his relationship with the princess before Youshu agreed to leave with her.

After they left, only Wu Sanniang, Guo Fu, and Yang Zhuihui sitting on the bed remained in the room.

"Seeing Fu'er like this, my heart aches too,"

Wu Sanniang sighed.

Pulling Wu Sanniang into his arms and kissing her shoulder, Yang Zhuihui said, "Separation by death is normal; it's just that Fu'er isn't used to it yet. Hehe, she'll be like before when it's light."

"Husband, it seems a bit chaotic with so many people. I really want to go back to Jingyue Lake as soon as possible. I miss my master, and the Immortal Blood Dragon Fish. It might miss me, the one who often feeds it Dragon Face Grass."

Wu Sanniang leaned softly against Yang Zhuihui and whispered, "I don't know why, but I always feel very safe when I'm with you, husband."

"Then when I enter your body, will you feel even safer?"

Yang Zhuihui leered, his hands already kneading Wu Sanniang's breasts.

Wu Sanniang's face flushed instantly. She glanced at Guo Fu, who was sleeping soundly, and scolded, "What if someone sees us? Husband, don't be so impatient. It's itchy, don't pinch there."

"Sanniang, don't you want to cultivate with me?"

Yang Zhuihui had already torn open Wu Sanniang's clothes, and his demonic hand reached into her blue bodice, accurately grasping two-thirds of her left breast. The breast was so large that one hand couldn't even hold it. Feeling the tenderness and warmth of the flesh, Yang Zhuihui's penis was already fully erect.

"Ugh... not today... husband... I'm on my period... it's dirty down there..."

Wu Sanniang groaned, exhausted from Yang Zhuihui's touch, her breathing rapid, and she licked her lips thirstily.

Knowing that Wu Sanniang had started her period, Yang Zhuihui dared not tease her any further. He quickly withdrew his hand, straightened her clothes, and said, "Spend the night with Fu'er; she probably won't wake up until tomorrow morning."

"Mm."

Feeling Yang Zhuihui's penis pressing against her buttocks, Wu Sanniang asked, "Does my husband need it now?"

"You know me best. After a good meal, I want to do something sensual,"

Yang Zhuihui chuckled.

"What should we do then?"

Wu Sanniang asked.

"It's alright, I'll go find Shile to take care of it later."

"I'm your woman, yet I can't take care of it for you. That would be so unworthy. Let Sanniang take care of it for you with her mouth."

Saying this, Wu Sanniang knelt on the ground: "Please turn around a little, husband."

Looking at Wu Sanniang's flushed face, her cherry-like lips already filled Yang Zhuihui with fantasies. Before Yang Zhuihui could even take off his pants, Wu Sanniang had already proactively pulled out Yang Zhuihui's hot penis.

Looking at the penis that had been inserted into her body countless times, Wu Sanniang slowly licked the glans with her tongue. Having little experience with oral sex, she didn't know how to give Yang Zhuihui the greatest stimulation, so she did it as she pleased.

First, she licked the glans, urethral opening, and urethral opening, then opened her mouth wide and took the large glans in, gently sucking.

When the glans reached her throat, Wu Sanniang spat it out, looking at the penis covered in her saliva, and asked, "Husband, is it comfortable?"

"Yes, continue,"

Yang Zhuihui urged.

Wu Sanniang took the thick penis into her mouth again and sucked quickly.

*Chirp, chirp, chirp…

* After sucking for a while, Wu Sanniang's mouth was a little sore, but Yang Zhuihui's penis remained erect, seemingly showing no sign of ejaculation. This was painful for Wu Sanniang; she could only continue sucking the penis while her hand continued to stroke it.

"Could you suck it a little deeper?"

Yang Zhuihui asked.

"I can't swallow it anymore."

Wu Sanniang spat out the large penis again, rubbing her face, and said in distress, "My husband's is too big and too long. I can only swallow half of it. I really can't swallow the whole thing."

"It should be okay."

Recalling the deep throat techniques in pornographic films he had seen before, Yang Zhuihui said, "You can try letting the rod go down your throat. As long as it's not left in for a long time, it should be fine."

"Really?"

Wu Sanniang, who had never thought of letting a penis go down her throat, was doubtful. Seeing Yang Zhuihui's eager expression, Wu Sanniang could only reluctantly agree.

Playing with the penis, her fragrant tongue casually licking it, licking the entire penis until it was covered in sticky saliva, Wu Sanniang swallowed the penis again.

When the glans reached the back of her throat, Wu Sanniang took a deep breath and sucked hard, and the glans pushed open her throat and continued to advance.

The moment it entered her throat, Wu Sanniang immediately spat out the penis, gasping for breath, her face flushed even more, her hand clutching her chest, seemingly in great pain. She glanced at Yang Zhuihui, then at the penis that had almost suffocated her, and decided to try again. As a proper wife, she should be able to satisfy all of her husband's needs!

Prepared to choke again, Wu Sanniang had already taken the penis into her mouth, sucking on it. Her delicate fingers pinched the testicles, and with a forceful suck, the entire thick penis was inside her mouth. She held it for a few seconds, then quickly spat it out. Just as the glans was about to slip out of her wet lips, she swallowed it again, repeating this cycle, each time ensuring the entire penis was inside her mouth, leaving only the testicles outside.

Watching Wu Sanniang diligently performing oral sex on him, enjoying the pleasure of his entire penis being held in her cherry-like mouth, Yang Zhuihui could no longer control himself. His body trembled. When the entire penis entered Wu Sanniang's mouth again, he finally couldn't hold back and thrust forcefully, ejaculating all his semen into Wu Sanniang's throat.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Wu Sanniang tried to spit out the penis, but Yang Zhuihui was still thrusting, and she couldn't spit it out. She could only swallow the semen blocking her throat.

Glug, glug, glug.

After ejaculating, Yang Zhuihui withdrew his penis, the glans still bright red. It seemed this oral sex was the most pleasurable experience of his life, but Wu Sanniang, who had offered her mouth and throat, didn't think so.

Wu Sanniang gagged, spitting out some remaining semen into her palm.

Looking at the semen in her palm, Wu Sanniang's face turned even redder, and she didn't dare to look up at Yang Zhuihui. She didn't like to appear so lewd, but to make Yang Zhuihui feel comfortable, she was willing to disregard everything.

"Eat it all,"

Yang Zhuihui gestured.

Smelling the fishy smell of semen, Wu Sanniang didn't want to do this, but she knew her husband wanted to see that scene, so she stuck out her tongue and licked the semen from her palm, swallowing it little by little.

Kissing her palm, Wu Sanniang whispered, "Husband...it's all gone..."

"Thank you, I'm very satisfied."

Yang Zhuihui pulled Wu Sanniang up and embraced her again.

After chatting with Wu Sanniang for a while, Yang Zhuihui returned to his room. Xia Yao was wiping a gleaming dagger with the corner of her clothes, deliberately giving Yang Zhuihui a cold, mocking smile. Her intention was clear: to instill fear in him and ensure his safety while sleeping that night.

"Want to cut an apple?" Yang Zhuihui asked.

"What apple?"

"Otherwise, why are you holding a knife?"

Yang Zhuihui asked knowingly.

"You'd better behave tonight, otherwise…"

Xia Yao licked the dagger with her tongue, coldly saying, "I don't know what I'll cut off then."

"I should behave,"

Yang Zhuihui nodded. "I'll go check on Youshu. You go to sleep first."

Reaching Youshu and Saya's room, Yang Zhuihui knocked on the door. After receiving Saya's permission, he went inside.

"Shh…"

Saya pointed to the sleeping princess, got up, and walked to the door, asking softly, "What is it?" “

I came to see Yuuki, but I didn’t expect her to be asleep so early.”

“We’ve been flying for so long today, everyone must be tired. Don’t disturb the princess, go back and rest.”

Saya said.

“If the princess doesn’t remember you tomorrow morning, remember to call me over to explain.”

Yang Zhuihui chuckled and went out.

Closing the door, looking at the princess sleeping soundly, Saya sighed, “What kind of life is this? My memory is so bad. It seems I’ll have to explain to the princess again tomorrow morning as a stranger why I slept with her.”

Saya blew out the candles, took off her kimono, and crawled into bed.

Seeing Huang Laoxie still drinking heavily downstairs, Yang Zhuihui went down.

“Senior Huang.” "

Yang Zhuihui cupped his hands in greeting.

Huang Yaoshi remained expressionless, his face seemingly devoid of emotion. His face was flushed from drinking, and he was shoving a drink at Yang Zhuihui, asking him to drink with him. Perhaps due to his drunkenness, after a moment of silence, Huang Yaoshi opened up to Yang Zhuihui, discussing some trivial matters of the martial world, and revealing something he should have kept hidden: Zhou Botong died at the hands of an acquaintance.

Huang Yaoshi had mentioned this before, but hadn't gone into much detail. This time, however, he used his drunken state to analyze the situation completely, repeatedly emphasizing that it was done by an acquaintance, and as he spoke, he kept looking at..." Looking up to the second floor, it was clearly Yideng's room!

Huang Yaoshi was sometimes rambling on and on, sometimes silent with a stern face, sometimes desperately drinking—completely unlike his usual self.

Yang Zhuihui even asked about Hong Qigong's death, and Huang Yaoshi could confidently say that Ouyang Feng had killed him.

Seeing that it was late, Yang Zhuihui helped Huang Yaoshi upstairs. Just then, a furious shout came from Yideng's room.

Hearing Yideng's voice, Huang Yaoshi seemed to sober up a bit, and he and Yang Zhuihui rushed to the room. With a flying kick, Yang Zhuihui had already kicked open the door, where Yideng was standing by the window, staring at it in panic.

"What happened?"

Huang Yaoshi asked.

Yideng seemed still shaken, saying, "Someone attacked me just now! Their martial arts were unfathomable! Luckily, I wasn't asleep yet, otherwise I would definitely have been killed!" Yang

Zhuihui walked to the window and looked across. He saw a man in black standing there, carrying something wrapped in black cloth on his back. Seeing that the man in black was standing there without moving, Yang Zhuihui wasn't in a hurry and asked, "Is it him?"

"Still there?"

Yideng exclaimed, looking over quickly. Seeing the man in black who hadn't moved an inch, Yideng took several steps back in astonishment. Even with his nickname "Yideng," he couldn't believe that the person who had tried to assassinate him could stand there so calmly.

Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi leaped out of the window and flew towards the man in black.

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