Little Dragon Girl was raped

The Little Dragon Girl was raped.

He stood frozen amidst a cluster of blooming flowers and lush trees, the shadows of the thicket concealing his figure. Yet, the bright moonlight, filtering through the dappled branches, faintly illuminated his face, reflecting his agonizing struggle. Clearly, he was utterly bewildered and frantic, his handsome features distorted.

However, the moonlight, clear and bright, revealed everything it had cleansed. His blue Taoist robe and the faint traces of dignified composure on his face made him easily recognizable as none other than Yin Zhiping, the current leader and future head of the Quanzhen Sect, the number one sect in the world.

He should have been cultivating within the Quanzhen Sect, but instead, he stood here in a peach grove outside the Ancient Tomb in Zhongnan Mountain, lost in thought and a dazed expression.

All this was because before him lay an open space, the grass lush and green, glistening with dewdrops, pink peach blossoms drifting down, and in the center of the meadow, a woman in flowing robes, her black hair flying, revealed a face of pristine beauty, a face that haunted his dreams, ethereal as a fairy, seemingly ready to vanish on the wind.

▲A beautiful woman, detached from the world, stood alone.

Yin Zhiping was a man of reserved emotions. He had grown up in the Quanzhen Sect, which was his entire dream and life. Although he was still dressed as a lay disciple, he knew clearly and firmly that he had dedicated his life to the Quanzhen Sect, and nothing could touch his heart.

Meeting Xiaolongnu, this white-clad woman who now seemed to have been immobilized by Ouyang Feng's acupuncture points, was definitely a cruel joke played on him by fate. But he did not resent this joke, even though he vaguely knew that it might overturn the life he had painstakingly built.

But regardless, at this moment, before him was only one woman, a woman of pure beauty and captivating charm.

She was conscious but powerless to struggle, yet remained composed and aloof, which only added a touch of melancholy to her already unparalleled beauty, making her seem like a dream, pitiful and endearing.

He gazed at her intently, watching her ethereal face bathed in the moonlight, sometimes as clear as jade, sometimes flushed like cinnabar. He guessed that she was diligently circulating her inner energy to open her acupoints; the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra was no ordinary thing. He thought to himself that he would probably never again be able to quietly watch her like this, on such a beautiful moonlit night, at such a close distance.

To his surprise, a long time had passed, and although he was so engrossed in his reverie that he had forgotten the time, Xiaolongnu still hadn't broken free of her acupoints on her own. Watching the fleeting look of dejection in her eyes, and the faint hint of sadness, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

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