Erotic Wuxia - The Legend of Condor Heroes

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2004-12-15 The Legend of the Condor Heroes

Part One: Layout

Prologue

Thunderclaps followed one after another, the mountains and forests shrouded in torrential rain, making the dark night even more eerie and terrifying. Lightning flashed across the sky, seemingly tearing the night apart, displaying the boundless power of nature.

Amidst the lightning, a dark house could be vaguely seen nestled deep in a valley. Since the Jin army entered the pass, many families had moved south to seek refuge, and this place seemed to be an abandoned house.

It was a house of moderate size, divided into inner and outer rooms, with a kitchen and a latrine. Knee-high weeds grew in front of the house, and the large trees in front of the door looked eerily strange in the night.

The doors and windows of the house were tightly shut, and the dilapidated lanterns swayed in the wind and rain, as if they might fall at any moment. A bronze mirror hung on the door for protection, and cobwebs covered the eaves. All signs indicated that no one had been here for a long time.

Yet, through the pouring rain, a woman's moan came from this dead house.

Could it be a ghost? Today was July 14th, the Chinese Ghost Festival! It was said that many wandering ghosts liked to appear on rainy nights.

Looking into the inner room of the house by the light of the lightning, you would surely be horrified. The inside was completely different from the desolation outside; it was quite luxuriously furnished, with various clean pieces of furniture and a nice bed. Of course, there were no ghosts on the bed, but people, a naked man and a woman, one of whom was quite famous. The famous man was none other than Yin Zhiping, the future leader of the Quanzhen Sect! However, the woman lying below was completely unknown; she was just a village girl from the foot of the mountain.

The Quanzhen Sect had been gradually declining since Qiu Chuji's time, and by the time of Yin Zhiping, coupled with the urgent political situation and widespread anxiety, the restrictions imposed on the Daoists were gradually ignored, and various misdeeds began to flourish.

Two months ago, the Six Masters of Quanzhen received an urgent letter from Guo Jing in Xiangyang and immediately rushed to provide assistance. Now, the disciples were like birds released from their cages, busy with their own "private affairs," some even using the excuse of their mothers being bedridden to go to brothels. After all, the Jin army was bound to invade sooner or later, so why not seize the time to break the vow of celibacy? There's a saying: "I was born with a gun, but haven't opened a shop for over twenty years."

However, Yin Zhiping, being about to become the sect leader, had to put on a show. So, he secretly instructed his confidant to find this secluded old house for him and his old flame to have sex.

The woman was almost thirty, her eyes were closed, and her breasts were slightly sagging. But judging from her appearance alone, she was still considered a beauty. Now, the beautiful woman clung tightly to Yin Zhiping like an octopus, enjoying the pleasure of their union.

Yin Zhiping squeezed her breasts, his penis thrusting wildly in her wet vagina. His lips kissed her earlobe, occasionally caressing her alluring body.

The woman's breathing grew heavier, her arms tightening around Yin Zhiping, her hips responding to his thrusts; both were nearing climax.

Just as Yin Zhiping was about to make his final thrust, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, a chill that penetrated straight to his heart. He turned around and was nearly scared out of his wits. A long sword was pressed against his back, and at the other end of the sword were a pair of cold, wolf-like eyes. The fiery passion he had just felt vanished instantly.

The woman suddenly realized the man on top of her had stopped moving.

"Don't stop..." Before she could finish her sentence, a small hole appeared in her throat, silencing her. Another wronged soul was lost.

Yin Zhiping hadn't even seen how he struck when the longsword that pierced the woman's throat was now pressed against his spine.

Large beads of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

A chilling voice, seemingly from hell, said,

"I want to make a deal with you."

Yin Zhiping was young, with a bright future ahead of him; he didn't want to die.

They were almost back at the Ancient Tomb!

But Yang Guo, dragging his bloodied body, could barely move. Caught between Jinlun Fawang and Huo Du, and having struggled to escape for three days, he was nearing the end of his life.

"Look, Guo'er, there's a house over there! Hold on a little longer!" Xiaolongnu remained beautiful and charming; the hardships of life hadn't left any marks on her perfect face, only a more mature allure shone in her captivating eyes. She wasn't injured. This was actually because Jinlun Fawang and Huo Du had shown mercy, unwilling to harm her.

When Yin Zhiping came out and opened the door, both were taken aback.

"It's you?!"

"I made a mistake last time, and my master punished me by making me meditate here for three months, forbidding me to leave."

Yin Zhiping's lie didn't arouse Yang Guo and his companions' suspicion. It was widely known in the martial arts world that the Quanzhen Sect's doctrines were strict. Who would have thought that this seemingly righteous sect was actually something else entirely?

Yang Guo and his wife were then arranged to stay in the inner room. While treating Yang Guo's injuries, Xiaolongnu told Yin Zhiping what had happened. Yin Zhiping naturally treated the couple with great care.

After two days, Yang Guo's injuries had just begun to improve, and he wanted to leave with Xiaolongnu. The humiliation he suffered as a child learning martial arts on Zhongnan Mountain was still unforgettable, and he absolutely refused to accept this act of kindness.

"But the Ancient Tomb has already been destroyed by Jinlun Fawang and his men!" Yin Zhiping's words plunged Yang Guo and his wife into despair.

"When we boldly broke our promise and rushed to check, the ancient tomb was already in ruins, most of the items were smashed. That scoundrel Huo Du even left a line of words in front of the tomb: Huo Du has come to take your dog's life..."

Seeing the couple's faces growing increasingly grim, Yin Zhiping stopped him in time.

"Long'er, I must take revenge!" Yang Guo's excessive excitement caused his wound to reopen, and blood gushed out again. Xiao Longnv quickly supported him.

Standing in front of the destroyed ancient tomb, Xiao Longnv smashed the inscription with Huo Du's handwriting with a single palm strike. The paradise they once shared was destroyed in an instant, deepening the intense hatred in their hearts.

"Long'er, don't be sad. As long as we can still be together, we will still have a home. I will take those two scoundrels' lives sooner or later!" Yang Guo comforted Xiao Longnv when he saw tears in her eyes.

"You should stay at my place. After you've finished your meditation, that place will be uninhabited, and you can make it your home," Yin Zhiping said from the side.

"Thank you," Yang Guo said in a deep voice.

The help from others after the great pain brought some comfort to Yang Guo and his wife.

"This is a healing medicine passed down only by our Quanzhen Sect," Yin Zhiping said, having rummaged around in the kitchen for a while before bringing out a bowl of medicine.

"Thank you so much," Xiaolongnu smiled gently and took the medicine.

When Yin Zhiping saw her sunny smile, he almost froze! The scene of their lovemaking a few years ago flashed through his mind, as if he could see her firm, beautiful breasts through her light clothing. His lower body involuntarily stirred.

Xiaolongnu's cheeks flushed slightly, but she ignored him and went straight inside. Yin Zhiping then came to his senses, inwardly cursing himself for his loss of composure.

Having traveled the martial world for several years, Xiaolongnu had become shrewd. She first smelled the medicine; apart from a slightly strange smell, she couldn't detect any poison. Besides, Yang Guo was seriously injured and couldn't worry about anything else; she drank it first.

The Quanzhen Sect's "single-lineage medicine" was indeed effective; after a few days, Yang Guo began to show significant improvement. However, a full recovery would take three or four months. Yang Guo and his wife then no longer suspected Yin Zhiping.

Yin Zhiping treated Yang Guo and his wife with great respect. Aside from visiting them in their illness, he rarely entered their inner room and often helped with household chores. Yang Guo and his wife's affection for him grew, and they no longer guarded against him.

However, when Yin Zhiping was alone, images of Xiaolongnu's naked body would frequently surface in his mind, recalling her panting softly as his penis thrust into her. Sometimes, seeing Xiaolongnu emerge, he felt an urge to tear her clothes, grasp her alluring breasts, and caress her pubic hair.

Yang Guo's health improved, and when he was bored lying in bed, he would talk to Xiaolongnu about the past and the future, temporarily putting aside his hatred. Only after his injuries healed could he take the thief's life.

One day, Yang Guo and his wife were chatting again. Yang Guo was still unable to get out of bed, but he looked much better than a few days ago. Seeing her husband's rosy complexion, Xiaolongnu was secretly pleased.

"Long'er."

"Hmm, what is it?"

"How long has it been since we...?" Yang Guo asked tentatively.

"Nothing?"

"Ah!" Xiaolongnu's face flushed red instantly, and she turned her head away.

"You're so naughty! Your injuries haven't healed yet, and your mind is already wandering! I'm ignoring you!"

"Good Long'er."

Yang Guo embraced Xiaolongnu's delicate body, kissing her hair heavily, while his hands roamed over her breasts.

"Oh dear, stop it, there are people in the outer room."

"Then let me give you a good kiss and I'll let you go."

Xiaolongnu turned back and gently touched Yang Guo's face.

"Is this alright?"

"No!" Yang Guo pulled Xiaolongnu tighter, kissing her cheek.

Embraced by her husband, Xiaolongnu couldn't help herself and reached out to hug Yang Guo back. Yang Guo's hands, however, were restless, kneading Xiaolongnu's firm breasts through her clothes. Xiaolongnu couldn't help but let out soft moans, hugging Yang Guo even tighter.

Yang Guo slipped one hand inside Xiaolongnu's clothes, gently pinching her small nipple, while his other hand caressed her full buttocks, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

Xiaolongnu suddenly snapped out of her daze and struggled to jump away from Yang Guo's embrace. Her flushed cheeks made her even more alluring.

"Guo'er, be good. Once you're healed, you can have anything you want,"

Yang Guo said with a helpless smile.

A strong sense of spring filled the small house.

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Chapter One: Misfortune

"Damn it, that damned bald monk! I'll fuck your whole family!" Aheng had cursed his boss for years, but this was the first time he'd used such vicious language.

He shook off the life-saving foam covering his body and looked up at the sky, which didn't belong to his era.

"Damn it, this joke has gone too far! How am I supposed to go back? I don't want to be stuck in this godforsaken place forever, without even a TV, let alone cola."

Two days ago, his boss had sent him to the Qing Dynasty to investigate the economy of that time. It was supposed to be an easy job, with a chance to rest for a while. Unexpectedly, the time traveler's computer malfunctioned mid-flight, rendering all commands invalid. Five minutes later, with a loud bang, Ah Heng was thrown into this godforsaken place. He then realized that this was nothing more than a trap deliberately set by his superiors to kill him.

The time traveler would temporarily lose contact with the ground during the journey, meaning that no matter what happened to Ah Heng, the base would be unaware. If he didn't return, the name "Zhang Jiaheng" would be added to the pilot's memorial.

"Damn it!" This was the three thousandth time Ah Heng had uttered these three words in ten hours. Treading on the knee-high weeds, he struggled to find a house in this ravine. Towering trees constantly blocked the setting sun, and he was almost in despair. His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he could barely drag himself.

Perhaps this was still the primitive era? That would truly be worse than death. If he couldn't find a place to sleep before dark, pilot Zhang Jiaheng might very well become a meal for some animal in this strange era.

"It must have been that slut who slipped up and let that bald monk find out."

Ah Heng was handsome and, as a time-travel pilot—a profession everyone envied—naturally had a ton of women. His boss, the bald American Tony, was old, ugly, and very mean.

But a man in power is a man in power; he married a beautiful Japanese woman old enough to be his daughter. A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung—during sex, bald Tony only knew how to use his beer belly to thrust into his wife's lower body, making the Japanese woman almost forget the difference between a beer belly and a penis. So, the kind-hearted Ah Heng would occasionally take the opportunity to offer his boss's wife some comfort in bed.

Actually, their relationship had long been discovered by Tony, but he couldn't speak out. If this got out, it would only become gossip. This time, it was a long-planned scheme to make Ah Heng leave this world forever.

You see, if an accident occurs during time travel, the security bureau has no way of investigating. No wonder Tony, a technician by training, personally gave his teleporter a final check, and Ah Heng was quite smug about it.

Fortunately, Ah Q's spirit never goes out of style.

"Damn it! You bald monk, you didn't expect this, did you? I'm not dead! This life-saving foam was secretly bought for me by your slutty wife. That day you thought she went to Mars, but actually we were having a great time! Haha, she's been with you for so long, and she's never had an orgasm! After we finished that day, she was like a dead person, unable to move, completely submissive to me. And she even gave me this gift. Made by the Kentians, it's not one of those useless life-saving bags on Earth!"

"If I could fucking go back, I'd fucking fuck your Japanese wife to death right in front of you! You bald monk!"

Trapped in some unknown era, Ah Heng vented his anger with the most vicious language he could think of. But deep inside, hidden was a fear he had never experienced before.

"Is there really no way I can go back? No, I'm sure I'll be lucky!" But he couldn't find any reason to go back, and two lines of tears had already streamed down his face.

"Am I really going to die here?!"

Just when he was about to despair, as Ah Heng pushed aside another branch, he saw a woman, an ancient beauty who was as beautiful as a fairy without any makeup, staring blankly at him. So he immediately forgot his current situation, as if nothing had happened, and used his usual eyes to look at this most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Before he could even wipe away his tears, his characteristic gesture came out.

"Hey, pretty girl!"

But Ah Heng soon realized how foolish his habit was. In a flash, a sharp sword that only existed in novels was held to his neck, and his legs trembled uncontrollably like a sieve.

"You're not from around here, who are you? Why are you dressed like this?" Even the voice that scolded him was the most beautiful music Ah Heng had ever heard.

However, life was far more important than a woman, and Ah Heng wasn't confused about that. He immediately shouted in surrender:

"Ah, Miss, let's talk this out! Watch out for that sword! Can you please take the sword away first?"

Cold sweat was already seeping from his forehead.

The one holding the sword to Ah Heng's neck was none other than Xiaolongnu, who was temporarily staying with Yang Guo on Zhongnan Mountain. She was picking some fruit for Yang Guo as the sun was setting when she encountered the strangely dressed Ah Heng.

She had already realized that Ah Heng knew nothing about martial arts. However, the way Ah Heng had looked at her earlier was truly lewd. Although she didn't understand the meaning of his gestures, she figured they weren't well-intentioned, so she drew her sword to teach him a lesson.

Once the sword was away from her neck, Ah Heng's courage returned.

"Miss, my name is Zhang Jiaheng. May I ask if there are any houses here?"

Back in ancient times, his speech naturally had to incorporate some novelistic phrases. Unfortunately, his imitation was somewhat awkward, but his oily tone remained unchanged.

Ah Heng was quite adept at dealing with women. Although the times were different, Ah Heng could still manage to handle Xiaolongnü, who wasn't very familiar with social etiquette.

Five minutes later, he had learned that he had arrived in the Song Dynasty, specifically in Zhongnan Mountain. He had even persuaded Xiaolongnü to let him stay the night. However, he still hadn't managed to extract Xiaolongnü's name; although she didn't consider him an enemy, she still had some reservations.

"Zhongnan Mountain?" Aheng muttered to himself as he followed Xiaolongnu, "I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before."

But Xiaolongnu's graceful walk immediately made Aheng forget everything else.

"If you dare stare at me like that again, I'll gouge those pearls out of you!"

Aheng was startled. Did she have eyes in the back of her head?

So Aheng followed Xiaolongnu to the house mentioned at the beginning of the story.

Yin Zhiping, who opened the door, and Yang Guo, who was still lying in bed recovering from his injuries, were both startled to see Aheng. Who in the world dresses like that? Is he crazy?

Aheng had no choice but to awkwardly introduce himself, but concealed his background, only saying that he couldn't disobey his family's orders.

Yin Zhiping was about to become the sect leader, so arrogance was inevitable, and he also revealed his name.

"What? Yin Zhiping? Song Dynasty? Zhongnan Mountain?"

Aheng felt like he had been struck by lightning. Could it be that what Jin Yong's novels from three hundred years ago were actually true? Then why didn't the Time and Space Bureau have any information about it? "Didn't all these people who came to investigate find it? There's no reason for that! Even so, how did Jin Yong know?"

Ah Heng's head was about to explode. What on earth was going on?

Yin Zhiping was quite pleased to see that someone who didn't know martial arts recognized him. He patted Ah Heng on the shoulder and said,

"Little brother, so you know me."

"Not only do I know you, but I also know everything you did to Xiaolongnü back then!" Ah Heng thought to himself, but didn't dare say it aloud.

"Then can you tell me where Xiaolongnü, Yang Guo, and Guo Jing are?" This was the first question Ah Heng wanted to ask after coming to his senses.

"If I just find one of them, I, Zhang Jiaheng, can learn from them and become a great hero myself!"

Thinking of this, the fear of standing in front of this beast lessened a lot.

"This..." Yin Zhiping stammered.

"I am Xiaolongnü, and he is Yang Guo," Xiaolongnü said, pointing to Yang Guo.

"What do you want with us?"

Both she and Yang Guo were wary of this uninvited guest.

"Ah, ah, haha!"

All Aheng could do now was laugh dryly.

Could he risk being killed to tell Xiaolongnu that her virginity was taken by this guy in front of her, not the one lying in bed?

Life was more important than anything else. This was Aheng's motto for the past twenty-eight years.

"I think there's something wrong with Zhang Jiaheng. He's been keeping quiet about his background."

After settling Aheng and Yin Zhiping into the outer room, Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo began to talk about the strange man from earlier that day.

"Long'er, you have to be careful of him. You can't see into someone's heart."

"I know! Guo'er, you go to sleep first, I'm going to take a bath."

After saying that, she flicked Yang Guo's nose and went to pack her clothes.

As Xiaolongnu walked through the outer room with her clothes, Aheng secretly glanced at Yin Zhiping lying beside him.

Those eyes, full of worries, seemed to be burning with intense desire.

"You're ruthless! You slept with such a beauty and no one even knows," Ah Heng muttered to himself.

In the kitchen, Xiaolongnu gently wiped her beautiful, flawless body with clean water. She was utterly exhausted. She had to care for the seriously injured Yang Guo, and also guard against the ever-present Jinlun Fawang and Huo Du; for half a month, no one had had a good night's sleep. Now, with Zhang Jiaheng, whose allegiance was unknown, the trouble only intensified.

Whatever, she'd deal with it as it came. The cold water refreshed Xiaolongnu considerably.

Her beautiful hair swayed in the evening breeze seeping through the door, and her high, firm breasts appeared even more alluring in the dim light. As the towel slowly moved to the grassy area, Xiaolongnu couldn't help but think that she and Yang Guo hadn't made love in a long time. Living under someone else's roof was naturally inconvenient.

"It's just that it's been hard for Guo'er to endure so long," Xiaolongnu blushed slightly, embarrassed by the thought.

At that moment, her small nipples hardened, making her even more embarrassed.

"What's wrong with me today? I'm just having all sorts of wild thoughts."

Actually, this is just human nature. It's just that in ancient times, the concept of a "virtuous lady" was highly valued, leading to varying degrees of distortion in the sexual psychology of both men and women. The Chinese have taken too many detours in this regard.

Suddenly, with her unique sensitivity, Xiaolongnu sensed that someone was watching her. She quickly put on an outer garment and rushed out.

But the world remained eerily silent, and she couldn't find a ghost. Besides, with Xiaolongnu's current martial arts skills, few could get so close to her without being detected, not even the Golden Wheel Monk.

"Maybe I'm just being paranoid."

After so many days of exhaustion, it's easy to have some illusions.

And in a large tree not far away, a pair of wolf-like eyes were fixed on Xiaolongnu's body, lust burning fiercely within him.

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Chapter Two: Entering the Net

Early the next morning, when Xiaolongnu opened her door, she was startled. Ah Heng knelt before the door, head bowed, while Yin Zhiping stood awkwardly to the side, laughing.

"What are you doing?"

"Master's wife, please accept me as your disciple!"

Ah Heng began kowtowing repeatedly. Although his head throbbed terribly, each kowtow less forceful than the last, the thought of being able to have whatever he wanted after mastering martial arts made the pain worthwhile.

"I don't accept disciples." Xiaolongnu was utterly at a loss; she had never encountered such shamelessness before.

But rejection didn't faze Ah Heng.

"Master's wife, please make an exception and accept me. I'm so sincere! Once I master martial arts, I will surely fight evil and uphold justice, and be filial to you and Master for the rest of my life! You don't believe me? If I break this vow, may I die a horrible death!"

Ah Heng swore oaths as readily as eating; when he was twelve and first pursuing a girl, he had sworn a vicious oath to be a dog in the future. " And it hasn't grown a tail yet.

" "Get up! What kind of talk is this?"

"If you don't accept me, I'll kneel here for the rest of my life!" Ah Heng said resolutely.

Yang Guo was also startled and, despite his injuries, struggled to get up.

"Ah, Master, you've come too! Please accept me as your sincere disciple!" Then came two more thumps.

Yang Guo was at a loss for words in this situation. How could someone ask to become his disciple so soon after meeting him? He could only offer some platitudes:

"These days are chaotic with war, and we have enemies everywhere in the martial world. We can't burden you. Besides, you're too old; it's too late to learn martial arts now."

"I can do it! I can do it! Master, please stop refusing and accept me! If you don't accept me as your disciple, I'll kneel here for the rest of my life!"

"How about this, we'll still address each other as equals. We'll teach you some martial arts, but we won't be your masters."

Xiaolongnu saw that she had no other choice but to appease him for now. Mainly, they could see that Aheng knew no martial arts at all, and they weren't afraid of revealing the techniques if they taught him casually.

"Thank you, Master's Wife, thank you, Master." Aheng was overjoyed. Wouldn't the two moves Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu taught him be enough to defeat half the world's strongest warriors?

"Let's practice the horse stance first,"

Xiaolongnu said, taking out an incense stick. Seeing that Aheng wasn't exactly martial arts-ready, she said,

"Just stand there until this incense burns out."

"What? This is your horse stance?"

Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Aheng gave an awkward laugh and squatted down a little further.

Xiaolongnu was both annoyed and amused, and had no choice but to demonstrate.

Aheng's legs trembled uncontrollably, then his jaw loosened, and his teeth chattered. Looking up, he saw that the incense had only burned about a finger's width.

"I can't hold on any longer!" Then came the sound of his bottom hitting the ground.

Yang Guo was about to lecture him on the importance of hard work in martial arts when Aheng interrupted, "Master, teach me something easy and quick! Start with the horse stance, I really don't have time!"

He then began to 'cry tears,' which was Aheng's specialty.

The couple sighed, at their wits' end, and decided to teach him lightness skills instead. However, practicing light-body skills required constantly jumping around with sandbags strapped to his body, and Ah Heng persisted for only a short while before needing a change. Next came palm techniques, but Ah Heng couldn't bear the pain of hitting the wooden stakes again. So they practiced leg techniques...

That night, Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo lay side by side.

Xiaolongnu suddenly chuckled and said to Yang Guo,

"With Ah Heng's condition, how can he learn martial arts? Look at him, he can't stand any hardship at all, look at the way he stands in horse stance."

Yang Guo found it increasingly laughable.

"And when he hits the wooden stakes, it's like swatting a mosquito, he touches them lightly, afraid of damaging the stakes..."

Both of them couldn't help but laugh. The laughter reached the outer room, where Yin Zhiping also chuckled, but didn't mock Ah Heng to his face. Today, Ah Heng wanted to become Yang Guo's disciple, which already made him very jealous. The fact that Ah Heng wouldn't become the head of the Quanzhen Sect made him lose face; he'd definitely get back at this kid someday.

Ah Heng, on the other hand, was ashamed, his face flushed red. It seemed that if he wanted to achieve anything in this era, he had to find another way. But now she was practically without any skills, and Yang Guo and the others were only willing to

take her in because they had ulterior motives. "What am I supposed to rely on to survive here?"

Actually, everyone has their own talents, but many people lack optimism. Have more confidence in life, encourage yourself more; what peak in this world is insurmountable?

Just now, Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo deliberately raised their voices to try and dissuade Aheng from practicing martial arts. Otherwise, he'd keep bothering them, causing a lot of trouble.

"I don't think Aheng is a bad person,"

Yang Guo whispered.

"Mmm," Xiaolongnu responded, burying her head in Yang Guo's broad arms. Tired from a long day, she needed her husband's gentle embrace.

Yang Guo lovingly massaged Xiaolongnu's hands, lightly kissing her beautiful hair.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, everything was so peaceful. And of course, there was Aheng's soft snoring as he drifted off to sleep.

"Long'er, I want..."

Xiaolongnu murmured, burying her face deeper, and whispered,

"Be gentle, don't disturb them."

Yang Guo, as if granted a royal pardon, showered Xiaolongnu's face with passionate kisses.

Xiaolongnu couldn't help herself, letting out a soft "Mmm," and opened her arms to embrace her husband tightly.

Through the thin gauze, Yang Guo caressed her full and firm breasts. Xiaolongnu, now abandoning her shame, let her body burn with desire.

After a long kiss, she gently loosened her robes, revealing her flawless body to her lover.

"Long'er, you are so beautiful."

Yang Guo lowered his head to suckle her delicate nipples, his hands lightly stroking Xiaolongnu's jade-like buttocks.

Xiaolongnu's breathing grew heavier, her hair already damp with sweat. She pursed her red lips, trying hard not to let out a shameful moan.

Yang Guo moved his hand to Xiaolongnu's sparsely covered pubic hair, his fingers teasing her tender labia. He sucked harder on her erect, crystal-like nipples.

"Mmm...mmm...Guo'er..."

Xiaolongnu finally let out a captivating moan, her genitals completely wet. They were utterly immersed in the long-awaited pleasure.

The moon seemed to understand, disappearing behind the window, and the night grew darker.

When Yang Guo entered her, Xiaolongnu's cherry-like lips let out a soft moan, her arms tightly embracing him, her pretty face pressed against his broad chest.

They had endured so many days, finally unleashing their intense love in the darkness.

"Guo'er...Guo'er...ah..."

Xiaolongnu twisted her hips in response to Yang Guo's powerful thrusts, her hands constantly stroking his back. She deliberately lowered her moans, filling the fragrant curtains.

Yang Guo pinched and rubbed her full breasts, her nipples fully erect from engorgement. Their lips met, and the two reveled in the heavenly pleasure.

The fullness in her lower body made Xiaolongnu almost lose control, her juices flowing freely. Each thrust of Yang Guo's enormous penis brought her to the peak of pleasure.

"Ah... Guo'er... ah..."

Xiaolongnu convulsed, reaching orgasm in the midst of intense pleasure. Yang Guo also felt a warm current enveloping his lower body, and after a few forceful thrusts, his semen gushed out.

"Long'er."

"Guo'er."

The two called each other's names, naked and embracing as they fell asleep.

Only then did the moon dare to peek out from behind the dark clouds. However, what it saw were a pair of eyes filled with jealousy; a storm was brewing.

Early the next morning, Aheng came to Yang Guo's room.

"Master, I've thought it through. I definitely can't learn martial arts; I've given up on that idea."

Seeing that their plan from the previous night had succeeded, Yang Guo and his wife couldn't help but chuckle to themselves.

"Master, although my martial arts skills are lacking, I am very intelligent. Please let me follow you from now on!"

Yang Guo and his wife were taken aback by his request and quickly refused. They hadn't been hunted down and were already eager to retire from the martial world; their greatest fear was being implicated.

No matter how much Aheng cried and pleaded, they remained adamant. However, in the end, they agreed to introduce him to Guo Jing, who was guarding Xiangyang.

Ah Heng's sorrow turned to joy, and he took the initiative to serve Yang Guo.

Actually, Ah Heng knew nothing, and they couldn't think of a way to "introduce" him. They couldn't very well lie and say, "Uncle Guo, we recommend an exceptionally intelligent young man to you."

Sunlight streamed into the room, accompanied by a cool breeze, creating an unusually peaceful atmosphere.

"Long'er, I want to take my medicine again."

"How can you be like this, addicted to taking medicine? It was the same yesterday. It's not even noon yet when you should take your medicine."

Yang Guo smiled sheepishly, realizing he had gone too far.

Seeing the loving relationship between Yang Guo and his wife, Ah Heng couldn't help but think of Xiaolongnü's first night. He wondered what would happen if they found out.

Although Yang Guo had roamed the streets as a child, he had grown up in the Ancient Tomb and wasn't very knowledgeable about women. Xiaolongnü was even more clueless about such matters. Therefore, they didn't notice anything amiss during their first time together. Xiaolongnü, out of shyness, naturally wouldn't mention that night. This was truly a stroke of luck for that beast, Yin Zhiping.

"That damned Yin Zhiping, once I have power and influence, I'll tear you to pieces!"

Aheng thought to himself.

However, Jin Yong had already written the story clearly; Yin Zhiping didn't die that way. This saddened Aheng; it seemed he was destined to be an unknown figure, otherwise the book would surely have recorded his name as "Zhang Jiaheng."

An hour later, Yang Guo suddenly said awkwardly,

"Long'er, I really want to take my medicine. Go get me a bowl."

"Really, alright, alright, I'll go cook you a bowl."

Xiaolongnu couldn't resist him and turned to go to the kitchen to cook the medicine.

Aheng, however, was suspicious. With Yang Guo's willpower, how could he do this?

Could there be a problem?

"Master, try to endure it a little longer. I suspect..."

Yang Guo and his wife were both astonished.

An hour passed, and it was time for Yang Guo to take his medicine again.

Seeing Yang Guo's sweaty and uncomfortable appearance, they understood everything. It turned out that Yang Guo had been taking medicine laced with marijuana!

In the Song Dynasty, cannabis had not yet been discovered, so Yang Guo had been addicted for so long without realizing it. This was the first time the couple had ever heard of such a devastating poison.

"Guo'er, bear with it." Seeing Yang Guo almost losing control, Xiaolongnu's eyes unconsciously welled with tears.

Xiaolongnu drew her long sword, vigilantly watching the door; in this situation, they were practically doomed.

They were already caught in a large net, and the fishermen were about to arrive.

Two dark figures drifted in, casting a gloomy atmosphere over the entire room.

Could they escape safely?

It was Huo Du and Jinlun Fawang, the very people Yang Guo and his wife least wanted to see!

Meanwhile, Yang Guo was struggling against his addiction; their chances of winning were almost zero!

"Ah, since it's none of my business, I'll go first."

Aheng broke the terrible stalemate, turning to leave. Although he didn't recognize the two people before him, he could guess who they were. Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away was the best.

"Halt." A long sword was pressed against Aheng's neck.

"If it weren't for you, we could have easily made Yang Guo obey. Although I don't kill those who don't know martial arts, you can't leave!"

The Golden Wheel Monk's tone was still icy, making one feel as if a god was right beside them.

"If you wanted to kill me and Long'er, you could have done it anytime. It's quite a feat that you went to such lengths to drug me. Where is that beast Yin Zhiping?"

Yang Guo finally managed to get through the withdrawal symptoms and began to mock his enemy. But the large beads of sweat on his forehead clearly indicated that he was powerless to fight back.

"Ha, killing you is easy. It's a pity we can't kill you now. Only you can help complete an important task. It's a shame that this junior ruined it. Given time, you will be unable to live or die! Then you will have to do whatever I want!"

"You are despicable and shameless!"

Xiaolongnu had just seen Yang Guo's pain and knew that what he said was true.

Huo Du saw Xiaolongnu's icy face and became even more smug.

"My little beauty, we still have some despicable things to do! Originally, we planned to control the Quanzhen Sect through Yin Zhiping, and then rely on you to find the Ancient Tomb Treasure."

"The Ancient Tomb Treasure!"

Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu exclaimed simultaneously.

"That's right. This is a secret even you don't know, located somewhere in the Ancient Tomb. It was secretly buried by Wang Chongyang before his death, but he didn't have time to tell his descendants, leaving it to slumber underground for decades. Now we've reached an agreement with the Yuan army. Once we occupy the Quanzhen Sect and the Ancient Tomb Treasure, we'll coordinate from within and without, and the Song Dynasty will immediately collapse! My master will then take over the Quanzhen Sect. Yin Zhiping has already returned to the Quanzhen Sect to prepare to become its leader. Haha!" The

more Yang Guo and his wife listened, the more terrifying the conspiracy seemed. If the Quanzhen Sect betrayed them, it would cause immense damage to Xiangyang. Moreover, they couldn't openly rebel; instead, they would infiltrate Xiangyang as spies, colluding with outsiders, making the fall of the city inevitable! And the Ancient Tomb Treasure was another major problem. If the news got out, it would inevitably lead to a collapse of morale within the army. They couldn't let the enemy's plot succeed; such crucial information had to be communicated to Guo Jing and the others as quickly as possible.

But could they escape? Yang Guo had lost the ability to fight; they were completely at a disadvantage, utterly helpless!

Aheng was utterly confused. How could this scene not be recorded in the book? Had Jin Yong forgotten something? Or was this history not the one in the book? What time was it? Yang Guo's right arm was still intact; Xiangyang wouldn't fall so quickly. But what about the Ancient Tomb treasure?

Unless a miracle occurred, no one could escape the combined attack of Jinlun Fawang and Huo Du.

"Yang Guo! I respect you as a hero, but can you even fight now? You'd better surrender obediently, to avoid a bloody battle,"

Huo Du said maliciously.

"Don't even think about it!"

Xiaolongnu's sword was already too short to reach Huo Du, and she dared not move. In the blink of an eye, the sword Jinlun Fawang had pressed against Aheng's throat was against Yang Guo's!

The situation was crystal clear; they had nowhere to escape!

"Long'er, don't worry about me, you run! We must inform Uncle Guo and the others; we can't let everyone be harmed because of me!"

Yang Guo knew that with Xiaolongnu's lightness skill, she could barely escape. But he also knew that Xiaolongnu would never abandon him and run away alone, so he tried to reason with her.

"Don't hurt Guo'er!"

Xiaolongnu's sword fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. How could she abandon the injured Yang Guo?

"Guo'er, I'm sorry, I can't do that."

Yang Guo and Aheng also shed tears; a long darkness awaited the three of them!

The wind howled in, and although it was a hot summer day, it still brought a chill that seeped into their hearts.

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Chapter Three: Crisis

"Let me out!"

"Let me have a bite!"

Looking at the abundant food, yet unable to reach it, Ah Heng was nearly driven mad.

He had been locked in this dark, damp cell for two days, not only without food, but also with lavish meals placed before them. Ah Heng's stomach was growling with hunger; he had never suffered such torture in his life.

"Ah Heng, save your energy. It's useless; they just want to torture us like this,"

Yang Guo's voice came from the cell next door.

For two days, they had chatted and told jokes to pass the time, though neither could see the other. Yang Guo also occasionally struggled to resist his gambling addiction. Xiao Longnv, after having her acupoints sealed, was "preferentially" locked in a side room, where she was provided with food and drink. However, worried about her husband's safety, she hadn't touched a single bite of the food brought by the maid.

Huo Du had long harbored lustful thoughts towards the beautiful Xiao Longnv, but the Golden Wheel Monk, being a "high monk," respected the heroic deeds of Yang Guo and his wife and strongly advised the lustful prince to restrain himself. Although Huo Du was a prince, he dared not truly disobey the Imperial Preceptor.

Huo Du dared not touch Xiaolongnu, so he vented his anger on Yang Guo and Aheng. Not only did he withhold food from them, but he also ordered his maids to place food in front of them every day to tempt their appetites. This tactic was indeed vicious and effective; at least the useless Aheng answered all their questions. However, Aheng was truly of no value, and Huo Du had long wanted to kill him first.

"I'm very worried about Long'er. Although the Golden Wheel Monk upholds some martial arts code, that beast Huo Du is capable of anything... Alas, I'm truly useless."

Yang Guo, usually so strong, choked up slightly.

"Don't worry, Master. Mistress is a lucky person; she'll be alright. You don't need to be so discouraged; in the end, it's still uncertain who will emerge victorious."

Aheng leaned against the bars of the dark prison to comfort Yang Guo, but his own heart was pounding with anxiety.

"Since all the signs indicate that this isn't the history Jin Yong wrote, who knows what will happen? I, Zhang Jiaheng, have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to end up here. Maybe tomorrow Huo Du and the Golden Wheel Monk will slaughter us all. Time-space scientists have long forbidden interfering with history, saying it will cause serious chain reactions. I really don't know if Tony will become a dog after I die. Or maybe a pig, which would be less effective..."

At night, the council hall of Xiangyang City was brightly lit, and Guo Jing's voice was unusually agitated:

"I would rather die than watch the people of Xiangyang fall into the jaws of the Tartars!"

"Master Guo, the enemy's 300,000 troops will arrive in two days, and we only have less than 50,000. How can we fight them?"

Lü Wende's face was ashen, and his voice was already trembling.

"Do you know that if Xiangyang falls, the Song Dynasty will be in danger! A true man should die on the battlefield, wrapped in a horse's hide, how can you be like you, clinging to life and afraid of death!"

Huang Rong looked at Lü Wende with disdain, completely on her husband's side. His heroic spirit remained undiminished, showing no fear.

The meeting ended in discord, and night enveloped the ruins of Xiangyang. Soldiers and civilians worked day and night to reinforce the fortifications. What a magnificent city this was! How could it fall into the hands of the Tartars!

Guo Jing stood atop the city wall, gazing at the city he was defending with all his might. In truth, he knew very well that it would soon fall into the hands of outsiders. But hadn't a great man once said that life only has meaning when one does things one doesn't want to do?

"Lü Wende has already escaped under cover of night,"

Huang Rong whispered the bad news, nestled in Guo Jing

's arms. Guo Jing embraced Huang Rong tightly, his tone suddenly losing its usual strength.

"Rong'er, you've fought alongside me on the battlefield all these years, it's truly been hard for you. Xiangyang is probably truly doomed this time. I feel so sorry for Xiang'er and Po Lu. They are so young, they haven't experienced so much joy in life, and now..."

"Brother Jing..."

Huang Rong burst into tears. After years of loving companionship, they finally died together. Just moments ago in the council hall, she feigned strength, but now, in her husband's arms, tears were her only solace.

A shooting star streaked ominously across the sky; why do good people always die young?

"Yang Guo. I know it's impossible to force you to find the ancient tomb's treasure for us. But releasing you would be like letting a tiger return to the mountains. I'll just have to leave you and Xiaolongnu here to die," the Golden Wheel Monk said to Yang Guo through the bars.

"Grand Master, I'm of no use to you, just let me go,"

Aheng said, too hungry to care about loyalty anymore. He'd do anything to escape this dark prison.

"Of course you're of no use. I'm already considering when to kill you first."

"You old bald monk, I'll curse your whole family!"

Seeing that soft tactics weren't working, Aheng tried to be tough. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a tightness in his throat; the Golden Wheel Monk's hand had already reached over the bars and was around his neck.

"Haha, Grand Master, just kidding, just kidding, haha."

The Golden Wheel Monk ignored him and turned to Yang Guo, saying,

"Yang Guo, the fall of the Song Dynasty is imminent. What difference does it make who rules China? I advise you to be pragmatic and think it over carefully. Why risk your life for that incompetent emperor?"

Yang Guo remained silent, seemingly asleep.

"I don't want to say anything more. M?ngke summoned me to Xiangyang to discuss state affairs, hoping you'll give me a satisfactory answer when I return."

The Golden Wheel Monk released his grip, and Aheng leaned against the railing, panting heavily. Thinking of the danger Xiangyang faced, both of them frowned deeply. After some time in this era, influenced by Yang Guo and his wife, Aheng's heart had begun to care for the Song Dynasty.

Heroes from all over the country arrived in Xiangyang, vowing to live and die with Xiangyang. Guo Jing and his wife were almost overwhelmed. For two days, they had been busy persuading loyal wounded soldiers and the elderly, women, and children in the city to leave first, as well as arranging the city's defenses. Even Guo Xiang hadn't slept for two days, let alone Guo Jing and his wife, who had effectively become the supreme commanders of Xiangyang.

The vanguard of the Mongol army had also arrived at the walls of Xiangyang, and the two sides were locked in a stalemate, a fierce battle about to begin.

Guo Jing, clad in his battle robes, stood atop the city wall, his brows furrowed as he watched the ever-growing number of Mongol soldiers below. In just one day, the enemy had doubled in number compared to the defenders. Moreover, having grown up in Mongolia, Guo Jing knew that the invaders were elite Mongol soldiers, adding to his anxiety.

"Father, look who's coming!"

Guo Fu's voice came from behind him.

Guo Jing turned around and was overjoyed. It was the Six Masters of Quanzhen, Huang Yaoshi, Master Yideng, the Old Urchin, and Ying Gu, all together. With the help of many experts, his pride surged again, and the Tartars, like ants beneath the city walls, seemed destined to perish. Guo Jing laughed loudly as he stepped forward to greet everyone.

"You idiot, time to eat!"

The maid finally brought the food into the dark cell. Aheng grabbed the food box and began wolfing down the rice with his hands.

The maid laughed at his pathetic state, her laughter ringing out.

"Look at Yang Guo, so elegant! Unlike you, starving like a ghost!"

Aheng ignored her, took a sip of soup, and continued shoveling rice into his mouth. Losing his chastity was a small matter; starving to death was a big deal. Health was the foundation of everything.

"I've already sent food to Yang Guo and the others. You should eat something too."

Xiaolongnu had been staying in Huo Du's temporary lair for three days. Thinking that she was going to die anyway, she might as well eat her fill and try her luck to escape. So she took the food from the maid.

A strange, enigmatic smile appeared on the maid's face.

Why were the enemies suddenly so kind to them? Was there some kind of conspiracy?

After dinner, Xiaolongnu leaned against the headboard

, quietly missing her husband. After being acupunctured by Jinlun Fawang's unique technique, she was now like an ordinary weak woman, unable to escape this cage. Dusk gradually fell, and the willows outside the window swayed in the wind. Xiaolongnu suddenly felt an unusual heat within her body and couldn't help but pick up a fan to cool herself. Holding the fan handle, she suddenly remembered how she and Yang Guo used to play with his penis in bed to increase their desire.

"What's wrong with me? Thinking about such things at a time like this is so embarrassing."

Xiaolongnu's face turned completely red as she tried to resist the wicked thoughts in her mind, and her vagina involuntarily became moist.

"No, someone must have drugged me!"

Xiaolongnu suddenly realized. But it was too late. Huo Du, with a lewd grin, swaggered in.

Xiaolongnu was always very sensitive to drugs; she could recognize ordinary aphrodisiacs just by smelling them. But now, with her acupoints sealed, she had lost all her power, and Huo Du had used the extremely rare "Red Lips Bath," a technique from the Central Plains. Xiaolongnu, caught off guard, had fallen for Huo Du's trick.

"Haha, Xiaolongnu, how do you feel now? With the Dharma King gone, it's perfect for me to pamper you..."

"You lecherous scoundrel! I'd rather die than be violated by you!"

Xiaolongnu pointed at Huo Du's nose and cursed angrily. Having roamed the martial world for many years, this was the first time she had been so agitated, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. If she were defiled by this beast, she would be ashamed before her husband for the rest of her life.

With that, Xiaolongnu gritted her teeth, determined to preserve her chastity even at the cost of her life.

Huo Du hurriedly raised his hand to strike Xiaolongnu's acupoints, but it was too late. Her tongue was already slightly broken, and a little blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. Huo Du helped her up, and seeing the blood at the corner of her mouth, he grinned and leaned in to lick it away with his tongue.

Xiaolongnu was unable to move. Thinking of the humiliation she was about to suffer at the hands of this beast, two streams of hot tears rolled down her cheeks…

Seeing Xiaolongnu's naked body before him, Huo Du suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of utter depravity. Her full, delicate breasts, her sparsely covered pubic hair, even her calves lacked the unpleasant muscularity of typical martial arts women—everything about her was so perfect and flawless.

Xiaolongnu struggled against the 'Red Lips' within her, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, but her body gradually slipped out of her control. Her lower body felt like it was being bitten by ants, intensely numb.

"No, I can't betray Yang Guo!"

Tears streamed down her face, and her clitoris overflowed with desire. All her muscles tensed, but her acupoints remained unopened, rendering her completely immobile.

The aphrodisiac gradually seeped into Xiaolongnu's consciousness. She felt a constant urge to let Huo Du completely ravage her, yet she also constantly reminded herself to hold back, never to betray Yang Guo. Sweat soaked her entire body, and she gradually found it increasingly difficult to resist the burning desire within her...

Huo Du stared at her intently, his face also drenched in sweat, his heart pounding with tension. Suddenly, he laughed loudly, ripped off all his clothes, and pounced on Xiaolongnu with his erect penis... In

just two days, the Mongol army of 300,000 had completely surrounded Xiangyang City. Guo Jing and the others looked at these experienced and skilled soldiers, completely at a loss.

Huang Yaoshi suddenly had an idea and turned to Guo Jing, saying,

"Jing'er, I haven't seen you draw your bow and shoot an arrow in a long time. Come, shoot an arrow and let me judge."

"Yes, sir."

Although Guo Jing was simple-minded, he understood Huang Yaoshi's intention. So he took a strong bow and drew it taut.

The arrow flew from the bowstring and shot down a Mongol centurion a hundred feet away. Cheers erupted from the walls of Xiangyang City, boosting the morale of the army. Even the usually picky Huang Yaoshi was quite satisfied. The old rascal, unconvinced, wanted to say something, but after a long pause, he secretly admired Guo Jing's skill.

The Mongol soldiers, who valued heroes, cheered along with the Song soldiers upon seeing Guo Jing's brilliant plan. However, their formation remained intact until M?ngke ordered a full retreat of a hundred paces, at which point they began their orderly retreat. The Mongol elite troops' disciplined training caused Guo Jing and his companions, who had just been triumphant, to frown again.

If they didn't devise a plan soon, the city's fall would be inevitable when the Mongol army launched a full-scale attack.

When Huo Du touched her breasts, Xiaolongnu's will finally crumbled, and she couldn't help but moan along with Huo Du's hands.

Huo Du was also a master of the bedroom, having slept with countless women, and naturally had a knack for teasing. He didn't rush to have sex with her, but instead indulged in caressing Xiaolongnu's breasts, occasionally licking or sucking her firm, cherry-like nipples. Xiaolongnu had lost all control of herself, feeling as if her body was on fire, completely lost in lust.

His wicked hand moved to her pubic hair, and Xiaolongnu's face flushed crimson. At this moment, she had lost all shame; she needed Huo Du, she needed Huo Du to ravage her like this. Her mind kept repeating, "A little lower, a little lower..."

Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, she was no longer the pure and innocent Xiaolongnu; now, she only cared about the pleasure Huo Du brought her.

Huo Du slowly rubbed her clitoris with his fingers, while his tongue gently licked her already erect nipples. Xiaolongnu was almost going crazy; her juices flowed freely from her lower body. Her lips parted, trying to utter a moan. She kept her eyes tightly closed, enjoying the stimulation Huo Du gave her lower body and breasts.

Huo Du carefully released her pressure points, but by this time, Xiaolongnu had no will to resist. As soon as the acupoints were released, she involuntarily began to play with Huo Du's penis.

"Ah, ah..."

Xiaolongnu tightly hugged Huo Du with one hand, writhing her body desperately with his caresses. Her other hand grabbed and rubbed Huo Du's penis.

Huo Du had never seen Xiaolongnu so wanton. His groin was already erect, and the lust in his heart burned even more fiercely. He inserted his fingers into Xiaolongnu's tender vagina and scratched incessantly. Xiaolongnu was stimulated and almost reached orgasm. She was blinded by the aphrodisiac and only wanted to obtain more pleasure, completely losing her former innocence.

"Ah... don't play with me anymore... ah... come on..."

"Good brother... ah... I want... ah..."

Xiaolongnu played with Huo Du's penis while rubbing her breasts. She was completely controlled by the lust within her and only wanted to obtain greater satisfaction.

Summoned by this call, Huo Du immediately raised his enormous penis and thrust it deeply into Xiaolongnu's lower body...

Xiaolongnu clung tightly to Huo Du, the satisfaction in her lower body almost making her faint.

"Ah... harder..."

Huo Du squeezed her breasts hard, trying to make her abandon her modesty and moan even more lasciviously.

The bedroom was filled with Xiaolongnu's joyful cries and Huo Du's heavy breathing.

"Ah... thrust into me harder... ah... thrust into me... ah..."

Xiaolongnu was completely lost in the moment, desperately seeking pleasure, her white jade buttocks following the thrusts of his penis.

"Ah... harder... I'm about to come... thrust into my G-spot... ah..."

The carnal battle on the bed unfolded in a heated frenzy, and the maid hiding outside the door watched, burning with lust. She hadn't received Huo Du's favor for a long time, and her long-accumulated loneliness needed to be resolved. She touched her breasts, watched Huo Du's enormous penis thrusting in and out, and listened to Xiaolongnu's lewd moans, feeling even more unbearable pain. After looking at it again, she turned her head away.

She closed her eyes, reached into her pants to stroke her clitoris, and softly let out a captivating moan... (

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