[Machine Tools] [The Return of the Condor Heroes] (Holy Water Original Version) Chapter 2

Author: Love You Until the End of the World
Published on the forum on 2016/4/09

Chapter Two

Huang Rong, seeing Yang Guo's shamelessness, was also aroused by the lewd atmosphere and secretly
plotted, "If only I could control Yang Guo like Ouyang Ke!"

"Mother, I'm back!"

It turned out to be Guo Fu, who had gone out to play. Huang Rong was startled and quickly kicked Yang Guo aside to straighten her
clothes .

"If you dare to say a word about what happened today, I'll kill you even if it costs me half my reputation!"

Huang Rong threatened Yang Guo, fearing he might tell her daughter.

"Don't worry, Aunt Guo, I know."

Guo Fu was two years younger than Yang Guo, dressed in a simple white dress, a beautiful young woman.

Huang Rong was worried that Ouyang Ke would come to kill Yang Guo tonight and also wanted him to help her investigate
what . So she ordered the servants to prepare a meal and went up the mountain to see Ouyang Ke.

Watching Huang Rong sway her ample hips and serpentine waist as she walked out the door, Yang Guo secretly regretted not
getting to smell that alluring backside.

Guo Fu entered and saw the sawdust scattered on the floor and Yang Guo covered in injuries, knowing that Huang Rong had disciplined him again.
Children 's minds are not as complex as adults'; she took Yang Guo's hand and comforted him. At this time, Guo Fu hadn't yet
developed her wild and willful nature; her innocent personality made her irresistibly endearing.

Yang Guo was deeply moved, but looking at this exquisitely beautiful girl, and remembering that his combined
age was nearly 40, he couldn't bear to harm the still-growing little girl.

Peach Blossom Island returned to its usual tranquility, but after the last incident, Huang Rong's gaze towards Yang Guo
constantly revealed disdain. She was even less interested in Yang Guo's martial arts training; with Yang Guo deliberately concealing his abilities, she
no longer considered this eccentric child a threat. So Yang Guo was much more relaxed than before, but what
troubled was the deaths of his men in the island's villages, one after another, which also alarmed him about Huang Rong
's methods. To save his own life, Yang Guo would often go to the island's villages with Guo Fu to play,
actually swindling money from Guo Fu while secretly deploying his own men. Guo Fu, from a wealthy family, had no way to deal with her brother who constantly asked
her money. Unexpectedly, Huang Rong's methods were so ruthless;
once his men were discovered, their entire families would be wiped out. Cursing Huang Rong in his heart, Yang Guo was now
thinking a way to escape.

At this moment, Huang Rong, standing gracefully on the mountain, was listening to Ouyang Ke, who was kneeling on the ground, report the results of his investigation over the past few days.

"Mistress, I have found five people who accepted money from Yang Guo and found what you wanted."
Ouyang Ke took out several letters from his robes and handed them to Huang Rong.

Huang Rong took the letters, opened one of them, and read it in silence for a long while. "This Yang Guo is so young
yet so shrewd. I'm very curious about what kind of life he's been living these past few years."

A cool autumn breeze gently lifted Huang Rong's white dress along the cliff, as if the biting
cold of the mountaintop could seep through her clothes and penetrate her heart. Huang Rong had no doubt that this letter would cause a huge
uproar in the martial arts world. If it really happened, she would have no choice but to die to protect her brother Jing's reputation.

"Keep an eye on Yang Guo. Don't let him have any contact with the people on the island. This kid is too terrifying.
I can only feel at ease if I keep him locked up on the island for the rest of his life!" Huang Rong was indeed a little scared. Having witnessed Yang Guo's methods, she
had to be cautious. Although his martial arts skills were not high, he was still
superior .

Huang Rong tilted her pretty face up, the mountain wind brushing against her slightly disheveled hair. The cool, damp mountain wind
calmed her angry heart slightly.

After standing for a moment, Huang Rong turned to descend the mountain. "Remember, don't hurt him. I'm not sure if all his
people have been eliminated. We can't take risks. Wait a little longer, and I'll make sure you kill him with your own hands!"

"Understood... Mistress!" Even though Ouyang Ke was extremely unwilling, he didn't disobey Huang Rong's
orders .

A few days later, Yang Guo couldn't resist going out to see
how much .

Assassins need intelligence. Sometimes, the intelligence provided by the organization can't be entirely trusted. Assassins prefer
information they see and hear themselves. Therefore, every assassin has a few people who provide intelligence and help them
survive. Yang Guo, who had transmigrated, immediately began establishing his own
informants upon arriving at Peach Blossom Island. He had no other choice; it was simply an assassin's instinct.

That afternoon, while Huang Rong was out on business, Yang Guo decided to go to the village alone to investigate. Yang Guo walked along
a narrow, overgrown path, a path he had secretly chosen to ensure his
escape . But today, the path was eerily quiet, and the cautiousness typical of an assassin told him he was being
followed. "Could it be Huang Rong?"

Yang Guo walked behind a large tree, the dense undergrowth concealing his figure. He
walked , constantly watching for any movement behind him. "Snap!" Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out. Yang Guo
abruptly drew a dagger hidden in his sleeve, bent down, and cut a rope concealed in the weeds. He then dropped the dagger,
pulled a crossbow from his robes, and fired an arrow into the air.

Ouyang Ke felt himself snapping a dead tree branch, and then a rope suddenly wrapped around his foot, pulling
him towards the tree. "I've been discovered!" This was Ouyang Ke's first reaction, but he wasn't worried
about any danger. He figured a child with no internal energy couldn't possibly harm him.
But he immediately realized he was wrong, terribly wrong. Mid-air, he felt a whooshing sound as it hurtled towards
him . "A hidden weapon?"

The dense branches blocked his view. With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, he used his profound internal energy
to shift a foot. A sharp pain shot through his arm; he knew he hadn't dodged this insidious attack.

Yang Guo inwardly regretted it. He hadn't expected the attacker's martial arts to be so high. According to his plan, this arrow should have hit
his body—of course, if he was lucky, hitting his heart would be the best outcome. At the very least, it should have hit his
lungs ; the specially designed arrowhead could widen the wound when the enemy gathered their internal energy, causing uncontrollable bleeding. Although...
Unfortunately, Yang Guo wasted no time. He quickly took off his outer garment, revealing a
camouflage . However, due to limited resources, the yellow and green clothing wasn't tight-fitting, but it didn't hinder his agile
movements.

Yang Guo crawled on the ground like a cheetah hunting its prey, swiftly darting into the jungle behind him.

Ouyang Ke reacted just as quickly, bending down and swiftly cutting the ropes binding his feet,
gracefully kneeling on the ground like a graceful goose. After examining his wounds, Ouyang Ke found no potent poison, only
a little muscle-softening powder, which had no effect on his profound internal energy.

Kneeling on the ground, Ouyang Ke revealed his terrifying power, like a sharpened sword, his terrifying killing
intent causing the surrounding wild grass to snap one by one as if battered by a raging wind. Staring intently at
the spot where , Ouyang Ke used his unparalleled lightness skill to chase after Yang Guo, his feet barely touching the ground.

When Yang Xiaolong possessed Yang Guo's body, Ouyang Feng was teaching him the Toad Stance. With his adult mind
and Yang Guo's exceptionally gifted body, he found the learning experience far more enjoyable than Yang Guo in the original story. Upon arriving at
Peach Blossom Island, he concealed his internal energy cultivation. "An assassin must always learn to hide their
strength!" This was a phrase his instructors repeated daily after Yang Xiaolong joined the organization.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Guo passed through the grove behind him, revealing farmland ahead, with the smoke rising from the fires
of farmhouses . Yang Guo didn't run straight to the market; he tried
to shake off his pursuers using his familiarity with the grove, but he discovered that the newcomers knew the area just as well as he did.

Ouyang Ke was now relentlessly pursuing Yang Guo, his immense internal energy granting him terrifying speed as
he closed the distance. He could even feel Yang Guo's heavy breathing. A deep-seated
hatred made his eyes redden; he had lost all reason and was determined to end Yang Guo's life in the forest.

Yang Guo, running at full speed, kicked an exposed rock, his body lurching forward. Ouyang Ke,
close behind wasn't about to let such a golden opportunity slip by. He gathered his inner strength in his feet, then leaped into the air,
like a lone eagle pouncing fiercely on its prey. However, just as Ouyang Ke was about to reach Yang Guo's head
, Yang Guo, lying on the ground, suddenly flipped over, his crossbow aimed at him.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze. Ouyang Ke, in mid-air, stared intently at Yang Guo with bloodshot eyes, while
Yang Guo also glared fiercely. Neither the old man nor the young man was willing to back down; in a narrow encounter, the brave would prevail.

A pair of hands, long and powerful, exuding murderous intent.

A crossbow, its sharp edge gleaming, startled even the birds in flight.

Yang Guo sensed the determination in the man above him to kill him. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger,
then pushed off with his heel, moving back a meter.

The arrow was too close for Ouyang Ke. Blinded by hatred, Ouyang Ke
caught the flying arrowhead with the hand that should have landed on Yang Guo's head. The immense force pierced
Yang Guo's palm, but the arrow's momentum didn't diminish, still aiming to strike Ouyang Ke behind his hand. Just then, Ouyang Ke, relying on his profound internal strength, tightly gripped the arrow with his long, slender fingers.
A spurt of bright red blood gushed from his palm. Ouyang Ke's right hand was probably ruined, but it successfully stopped the arrow's
forward momentum, holding him firmly in his hand. The force of the arrow, however, propelled him further into the air and pushed him
backward a distance.

Lying on his back on the ground, Yang Guo saw Ouyang Ke's madness, completely gambling with his life, and
his heart sank to the bottom. Ouyang Ke's act of catching the arrow completely disrupted Yang Guo's plan; barring any unforeseen circumstances,
Yang Guo would be lying dead on the spot in the next second.

"Ah!" In this life-or-death moment, Yang Guo no longer held back, unleashing the domineering internal energy of his Toad Style
, concentrating it all in his right hand. He then flipped over and charged forward, striking at Ouyang Ke, who was in mid-air.

Seeing Yang Guo come to his death, Ouyang Ke let out a sound that was hard to decipher—a "crunch"—that was hard to tell if it was pain or pleasure,
and swung his uninjured left hand to meet Yang Guo's
attack. Having hastily gathered his power, Ouyang Ke was only using sixty percent of his internal energy, but he was confident he could kill Yang Guo, who knew nothing of internal energy.

The Toad Style was a superb martial art derived from the Nine Yin Manual, possessing immense and powerful strength. However,
Ouyang Ke was a seasoned expert with profound internal energy; Yang Guo's clash of internal energy against Ouyang Ke was like an egg hitting a rock.

In that life-or-death instant, Yang Guo remained remarkably calm. His years as an assassin had allowed him to unleash
two hundred .

Just as their palms were about to collide, Yang Guo's left hand stealthily reached into his waistband, pulled out a
ceramic jar the size of a wine pot, and hurled it at the aforementioned rock. A pair of innocent, childlike hands
collided silently with a pair of large, calloused hands. There was no deafening roar; Yang Guo's eyes widened, his body
stiffened and he was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the grass behind him, as if falling into a trap, sinking to
the ground.

The ceramic jar slammed into the rock, and Ouyang Ke, in mid-air, felt a tremendous threat. This was
a period of weakness in his internal energy; he barely managed to gather his strength to protect his feet, but with a deafening roar, the jar exploded.

Ouyang Ke spat out a mouthful of blood; his forced gathering of energy had already caused him considerable internal injuries. A tremendous force
surged from beneath his feet, mixed with shards of ceramic, striking his body. Ouyang Ke was blasted two or three meters
into the air , crashing heavily to the ground, his body a bloody mess, spitting out another mouthful of blood. Ouyang Ke knew that if he didn't
treat his legs promptly, they would be ruined. He barely managed to stop the bleeding by pressing a few acupoints on his legs and gathered his scattered
internal energy to suppress his churning blood and qi.

Yang Guo, lying in the pit, felt as if his body no longer belonged to him. His own internal energy, mixed with
Ouyang Ke 's, was surging wildly through his meridians. Fortunately, Ouyang Ke also practiced the Toad Stance; otherwise,
Yang Guo would already be dead.

Ouyang Ke, barely suppressing his injuries, also regained his senses. If he killed Yang Guo, Yang Guo, with his severely injured legs
, would definitely lose them, and might even die from blood loss. Weighing his options, Ouyang Ke reluctantly
picked up the tinderbox at his waist and sent a signal to Peach Blossom Island. After all, his own life was more important; revenge
could wait.

A moment later, Huang Rong arrived using her light-footed skill. Seeing Ouyang Ke half-lying on the ground, she was shocked. "Who is it?
Their martial arts are so high that they could inflict such serious injuries on Ouyang Ke."

Upon seeing Huang Rong arrive, Ouyang Ke, who had lost too much blood, finally collapsed to the ground.

Chapter 3

Beams of blinding sunlight pierced through the paper window, illuminating Yang Guo lying on the bed. A
look , and his eyes flickered as he awoke from his unconsciousness.

Opening his eyes, Yang Guo, who had been unconscious for an unknown amount of time, felt the sunlight was incredibly glaring. He tried to shield his eyes,
but the intense pain caused him to let out a groan.

Yang Guo's first thought was that he had been saved, then he wondered, "Who saved me?" Yang Guo examined
his injuries and was dismayed to find that he had no internal energy and that his meridians were riddled with holes. Fortunately
, no bones were broken; with current medical technology and his current situation, he would likely be crippled.

The door to the hut was pushed open, the wooden door and frame creaking against each other. Yang Guo turned his head with difficulty
and saw Huang Rong, wearing a layered scarlet ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) on her lower body and a red tasseled jacket on her upper
body, enter carrying a bowl of medicine. Two fur stripes were neatly sewn onto the cuffs of her sleeves, making her look like a young virgin
.

Yang Guo didn't know how to face Huang Rong, who had so ruthlessly tried to kill him. He forced
a smile, but the pain all over his body made it look incredibly fake. Huang Rong ignored
the grimacing Yang Guo, put down the medicine, walked straight to the bedside, and sat down. She placed her delicate hands on
Yang Guo 's wrists to check his injuries.

The room was eerily quiet. Yang Guo felt like a wolf facing its natural enemy. Ignoring the pain,
all his muscles were tense as he warily watched Huang Rong's movements. At this moment, Yang Guo had no time to admire Huang Rong's smooth, wrinkle-free
hands, for he knew that if Huang Rong pressed her pulse point on his wrist, his life would likely be in danger.

"Your pulse is stable. Rest for a while and you'll be fine. Remember to drink the medicine on the table. I'll come back to check on you tomorrow,"
Huang Rong said calmly.

Yang Guo tried hard to find a flaw in Huang Rong's delicate face, but everything was so natural and calm. This matter-of-fact demeanor left Yang Guo with a stunned feeling, as if to say
, "How could you pretend nothing happened?" 　　Huang Rong got up to leave, then stopped, turned back, and stood before Yang Guo. Huang Rong gazed at the pale, listless Yang Guo with a look of pity in her eyes. She said, "I've often wondered what made a child so cunning, like a politician, so ruthless, like an assassin. What happened to you? You're still just a minor. But I have my principles, even if it means ruin and death." 　　Yang Guo lowered his head, shadows enveloping his face. After a moment of silence, he said, "I've never wanted to be your enemy , or the Guo family's enemy, not in the past, not now, not in the future. I just want to live. You've always treated me like a viper. You feel like a deadly knife constantly pressed against my neck. I have nowhere to escape. In your hands, I have no way out." 　　Yang Guo hadn't intended to avenge a father he'd never met, but he couldn't tell Huang Rong what was right and wrong, or what to do. 　　It was precisely because his precognitive abilities were so absurd that Yang Guo couldn't tell her everything, leading to this life-or-death situation. 　　Huang Rong let out a deep breath, as if trying to release the shock and fear that had been suppressed in her heart. Yesterday 's events had been too tumultuous. First, Ouyang Ke had disobeyed her and attempted to assassinate Yang Guo on his own . Even more unexpectedly, Ouyang Ke was the one who suffered the consequences, and she feared that Yang Guo's death would plunge her into further trouble. Thinking of Ouyang Ke lying in bed with a broken leg, Huang Rong kept reminding herself to kill him, to kill him. But she realized that after this ordeal, she wasn't as fearless as she had thought. Her child, and her beloved Jing-gege—losing them was a price she couldn't accept. 　　So when she heard Yang Guo's heartfelt words, whether true or false, she could find a reason to spare him. The knot in her heart dissipated, and her mood naturally improved considerably. 　　Huang Rong gracefully walked to Yang Guo's bedside, her deep, clear eyes fixed on him. She said, "It seems it was my fault. Do you still hate Aunt Guo?" 　　Yang Guo thought to himself, "Hate? More than hate! I wish I could pin you down and fuck your cunt while you beg for mercy ." But he had to bow his head under her roof. Yang Guo raised his head, putting on a harmless expression, and said, " How could I hate Aunt Guo? It's just that my injuries are all because of you. I wonder if you could offer some compensation?" 　　"You're getting a good deal and still acting innocent. Tell me, what compensation do you want?" Huang Rong looked at him with a flirtatious glint in her eyes. 　　Yang Guo thought to himself, "Then hurry up and come over so I can thoroughly ravage you!" But he didn't dare say it aloud , instead tentatively saying, "Auntie knows my hobbies, so how about giving Guo'er a pair of underpants?" 　　Huang Rong stared at Yang Guo, her gaze somewhat uneasy, yet with a hint of knowing satisfaction. After a while, she said, "You didn't bathe yesterday , so they're quite dirty. Let's change them." 　　Yang Guo felt a little embarrassed under Huang Rong's gaze, a queenly aura pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe . He lowered his head and said, "If it's inconvenient for Auntie, then forget it. I was just saying." 　　"You really want them?" 　　"Yes!" Her voice wasn't loud, but her tone was firm. 　　Yang Guo thought to himself, "Isn't that obvious? If I didn't want them, I would have asked you!" 　　"Then promise me one thing!" 　　Yang Guo was a little confused. What could a half-crippled man like himself possibly do for the all-powerful Huang Rong? 　　"Auntie, please speak," 　　Huang Rong turned around, put her hands behind her back, paused, and said, "Your Uncle Guo will be visiting you on Peach Blossom Island tomorrow. I think you should be smart about what to say and what not to say then." 　　Yang Guo understood immediately. Guo Jing must have heard about his injury and was rushing back to see him . Huang Rong was afraid he would badmouth her; Guo Jing was always upright, and even without the Ouyang Xiu incident, Huang Rong would have no way to defend him. Considering that now was not the time to break ties with Huang Rong, Yang Guo didn't intend to make things difficult for her on this matter. 　　"Don't worry, Auntie Guo, I naturally know what to say. Please rest assured, Auntie, but you must keep your promise to me !" 　　Huang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. She was really afraid Yang Guo would make some unreasonable demands given his mischievous nature.

Although the matter of the underpants was embarrassing, it wasn't a difficult issue. Thinking this through, Guo Jing acquiesced to Yang Guo's condition.

The next day, Guo Jing returned to Peach Blossom Island as scheduled, naturally showering Yang Guo with concern and inquiring about
Ouyang Xiu's situation. Yang Guo, with a fabricated explanation, managed to deceive Guo Jing.

The following day, Huang Rong found Yang Guo and was satisfied with his explanation; the reunion of husband and wife filled her
with joy .

"Guo'er, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?" Huang Rong asked, carrying medicine into Yang Guo's room.

"Thank you for your concern, Aunt Guo. I'm much better now. But when will you give me what you promised
?"

Huang Rong chuckled, covering her mouth. "You're so impatient." She turned and put down the pills, her light purple dress
billowing , revealing her smooth thighs. She turned back, her voice slightly seductive, "Isn't this what I'm wearing right now?"

"Hurry up and give it to me, I'm getting impatient." Yang Guo sat up in bed, his lower body erect from Huang Rong's teasing
, staring at the high bulge under the thin blanket.

Huang Rong immediately noticed Yang Guo's unsightly state. She had previously suspected that Yang Guo was deliberately making things difficult for her, but now
it seemed that he was truly a pervert.

"But Guo'er, your Uncle Guo just got home and was incredibly impatient. He did 'that' with me last night, and my
body is almost broken by him. I don't even have the strength to clean up. Do you really want it, Guo'er?" Huang Rong asked
Yang Guo, her eyes gleaming with seductive charm.

"But is Uncle Guo's yang essence still inside Aunt's cunt?" Yang Guo, fantasizing about serving
Guo Jing and Huang Rong during sex, said in a vulgar tone.

"Guo'er is indeed clever, you get it right away. Your Uncle Guo ejaculated so much." Huang Rong said,
lifting skirt to reveal her white underpants, and slowly walked towards me. "It's making it difficult for Aunt to walk, I feel like
it's constantly leaking out. How about Guo'er helps me clean it up?" Huang Rong walked to my bedside, one foot on the
edge of the bed, her legs spread apart.

Yang Guo could clearly see the large wet patch in the middle of Huang Rong's underpants. He was now a little conflicted. Huang Rong's
cunt, which hadn't been cleaned after sex, was now being asked to clean it. Wouldn't that be too degrading of him?

Looking at Huang Rong's white legs, a pair of embroidered shoes hanging by the bed, Yang Guo felt he was about to lose control.
He wanted to immediately pounce on her feet and smell that exciting foot fragrance. Huang Rong wanted to humiliate Yang Guo. Her
vaginal fluids were almost dried up, the evaporation making the smell of her vaginal fluids and semen even stronger; she could
smell the pungent, fishy odor herself.

"Don't you want it? Your Uncle Guo's essence might be aphrodisiac, you know. Look at your little bird, who knows which
woman will be unlucky enough to follow you in the future." Huang Rong's eyes were seductive as she glanced at the small tent erect in Yang Guo's lower body, her gaze
filled with undisguised contempt.

Hearing Huang Rong's words, Yang Guo felt like his lower body was about to explode. He abruptly threw off the covers,
pulled out his thumb-sized penis from his underwear, and began to masturbate rapidly. He wriggled his body, hanging his head on the edge of the bed,
directly aimed at Huang Rong's genitals.

Huang Rong now knew Yang Guo had submitted. She slowly squatted down, her underwear still closed. "Look at your
penis , it's not even a third the size of your uncle's. Let me just crush it; it's useless to keep it." Huang Rong continued
to insult Yang Guo.

Huang Rong was skilled in "training" techniques; her lower body twisted and turned, but she wouldn't touch Yang Guo's mouth.
Yang Guo was getting impatient; he craned his neck, trying to smell the scent on her underwear, like a
puppy waiting to be fed.

"Aunt Guo, please stop teasing me, I want it, I want it..." Yang Guo
pleaded desperately

, lying between Huang Rong's legs. "What do you want? Tell me, I want to hear it." Huang Rong was also aroused, revealing
her queenly .

"I want semen, I want your vaginal fluid, I want your urine." Yang Guo shouted loudly;
he couldn't wait any longer. He felt like he was going crazy; he was capable of
doing .

"It's really dirty. If you don't want it, don't force yourself." Huang Rong slowly squatted down,
sitting squarely on Yang Guo's face, her lower body just touching his nose.

"Hoo..." Yang Guo took a deep breath, a strong, fishy smell mixed with the stench of a woman's urine
assaulting his nostrils. He quickened the pace of his masturbation, already on the verge of ejaculation.

At that moment, Huang Rong raised her foot and stomped hard on Yang Guo's penis, concentrating all her weight on that
foot. "Get your dog paws off me! Your little dick doesn't even deserve to ejaculate!" She then twisted her toes, which were pressing down on
Yang Guo 's glans.

"Oh..." Yang Guo groaned, the rough sole rubbing against his sensitive glans, bringing
him back to reality. Yang Guo raised his hand, grabbed Huang Rong's foot, and pressed even harder on his glans.
"Auntie, stomp harder! Guo'er's penis is too small, it's not worthy of ejaculation. Please, Auntie, stomp it to pieces! I want Auntie
's feet to crush Guo'er's penis!"

"You're really shameless. I've never met such a despicable man. You're not even fit to be called a man.
Let my feet castrate you, so that no woman will be unlucky in the future." Huang Rong had never met such a despicable
person. Even Ouyang Xiu wasn't as despicable as him. He actually wanted her to crush his penis.

Huang Rong increased the pressure of her feet, and suddenly all her strength was concentrated on Yang Guo's face and penis.
"You're really shameless. Let me smell the smell of my lower body..." She lowered her head and looked at Yang Guo's
face, which was 70% similar to Yang Kang's. "How is it? What does it smell like, hmm?"

"Oh... it's the smell of Uncle Guo's semen and Uncle's vaginal fluid. Auntie, I want to eat it. I want to eat your
vagina . I want to eat it... oh..." Yang Guo was now consumed by desire and, disregarding shame
, said the most despicable things to Huang Rong without hesitation.

P.S.: I've been bored lately, so I calmed down and wrote two pictures. They're still the same old heavy-handed style.

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