Jiangbei Rebellion 7-9

Chapter Seven: Abuse and Rape
. At the ferry crossing after the rain, the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums mingled with the damp air.
Deep in the woods along the riverbank, Lan Ling, her face flushed, stood gracefully on the muddy wet ground
, beckoning to Jiang Hanlong, like a reserved maiden finally seeing her long-lost lover.
When Jiang Hanlong reached her and stopped, the reserved maiden transformed into a gentle and attentive wife,
her slender fingers skillfully unbuttoning his clothes, like a devoted wife undressing her husband. Rumors
circulated in the martial world that Pink Fox was promiscuous and cunning. Jiang Hanlong had witnessed it firsthand; from a reserved maiden to a virtuous
wife, Pink Fox instantly displayed two different personas before him.
"Have the White Tiger Hall members all come to Jiangbei?" Jiang Hanlong allowed Lan Ling to undo his belt.
"Right now, only Elder Zhuo and I are in Jiangbei," Lan Ling replied, her slender hand slipping between Jiang Hanlong's
legs .
"The rest of the White Tiger Hall members aren't here? Where did they all go?" Jiang Hanlong was somewhat surprised. Logically, since
White Tiger Hall Master Lan Ling and Zhuo Linqing had come, the rest of the White Tiger Hall members should have followed.
"Hehe, the rest of them went to Jiangnan with Elder Mo," Lan Ling replied with a charming laugh.
"Qingtian Dao Xie Mo Buli? No wonder Lei Bao and his wife from the Thunderbolt Hall didn't come to aid Qingyue Manor," Jiang Hanlong
muttered to himself.
"There are many sects in Jiangnan, and countless experts. Elder Mo and his Vermilion Bird Hall would have a hard time dealing with them, so they had to temporarily borrow people from my
White Tiger Hall ," Lan Ling said with some pride.
"So, Thunderbolt Sword God Yue Zhonghai is in the Central Plains." Jiang Hanlong suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Chief Jiang is indeed a dragon among men. He was able to guess the location of the Grand Elder just from a few words from me," Lan Ling
chuckled .
Judging from the Demonic Cult's early planning, with numerous sects in the Central Plains and the martial arts masters of Shaolin and Wudang, the situation was naturally handled by the cult leader
and the most powerful elder, Yue Zhonghai, along with his Azure Dragon Hall and Black Tortoise Hall. The relatively weaker Jiangnan region
was managed by Mo Buli and the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger Halls. Jiangbei, with only the Qingyue Manor and the Jianglong Gang as major sects, was naturally
entrusted to the weakest, Zhuo Linqing. It seemed the martial arts world was about to be plunged into bloodshed again. Jiang Hanlong couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"So big!" Lan Ling's mouth gaped open in surprise as she pulled Jiang Hanlong's muscular phallus
out .
Lan Ling couldn't believe her eyes; the burly Jiang Hanlong's muscular phallus was equally astonishing. Even before
it was erect was the size of an egg, and the thick, long shaft felt heavy in her hand.
Gazing at the thick, dark penis, Lan Ling felt as if she had found a treasure, her mouth practically watering. She knelt down,
grasped , and opened her cherry lips wide, swallowing the enormous glans. The moment the glans entered, her small mouth
was already full, her fragrant tongue slowly swirling around it.
With his young son kidnapped by Zhuo Linqing and his wife being used and abused by Zhuo Linqing, Jiang Hanlong
felt no interest whatsoever in the face of the Demonic Sect's leader; his massive penis showed no sign of hardening.
Lan Ling diligently sucked on Jiang Hanlong's glans, her slender hands kneading his two large testicles. She
couldn't wait to see the power of such an astonishingly erect penis.
Looking at Lan Ling's seductive smiling eyes and wanton teasing, Jiang Hanlong felt himself becoming her plaything.
His young son and wife were already under her control; he could no longer be controlled, completely losing his initiative.
With a "rip," Jiang Hanlong tore Lan Ling's top apart. Freed from the constraints of her clothes, her full
breasts trembled slightly in the air, her nipples as pink and tender as unopened virgins. Jiang Hanlong's large hands forcefully grasped her large
breasts, his rough fingers sinking into the slippery flesh. His palms pressed the tender nipples into the flesh, grinding them rapidly until they
slowly hardened under his rough hands.
Lan Ling knelt on the slippery mud, her delicate face upturned, her expression alluring and seductive. Her expressive,
smiling eyes began to glaze over, her lips clenched tightly, her smooth, fragrant tongue licking the penis more intensely. She felt the glans hardening in her warm
mouth , and slowly twisted her slender waist, like a female dog wagging its tail in supplication.
Before Lan Ling could utter a soft "hmm," the enormous glans pressed heavily against her throat, the thick shaft
becoming exceptionally hard, the glans filling her entire delicate mouth.
Jiang Hanlong's face contorted into a ferocious expression. Lan Ling was startled, her tongue pressing against the glans, trying to force it out.
Suddenly, Jiang Hanlong's large hand reached behind her head and pressed down hard, while simultaneously thrusting his hips
forward The glans, too large to pass through, was stuck in her esophagus.
Lan Ling stretched her neck, trying to vomit but unable to. Tears welled in her smiling eyes, making her look pitiful.
She
pushed against Jiang Hanlong's thick thighs with her slender hands, trying to vomit. Jiang Hanlong slightly relaxed his hand behind her head, while simultaneously pulling his hips back. The enormous glans slowly retreated to
her pearly teeth, which blocked the coronal sulcus. Lan Ling opened her mouth wide, pressing her jaw with her slender hands, hoping
the glans would withdraw quickly.
But Jiang Hanlong wouldn't let her off so easily. Looking at her wide-open mouth, he sneered. Taking advantage of her forceful attempt
to separate her jaw, he pressed both hands against the back of her head and thrust his hips forward rapidly. The powerful impact forced the
glans into her esophagus.
"Ugh..." Lan Ling's neck suddenly stretched out, a large bulge protruding from her throat, resembling a glans penis. Jiang Hanlong's
rough hands gripped Lan Ling's neck, feeling the swelling of his glans through her skin.
Jiang Hanlong continued to exert force, the large bulge on Lan Ling's neck moving downwards until his thick, engorged
member was fully inside her mouth, his thick pubic hair pressing against her nostrils.
Lan Ling felt the enormous glans almost pushing into her stomach, suffocating her. Jiang Hanlong then
slowly pulled his member out, gastric juices rising with it, the glans returning from her esophagus to her mouth, gastric juices
flowing from the corners of her mouth. Lan Ling took two difficult breaths, and the glans slammed in again.
"Ugh..." Lan Ling, kneeling on the ground, frantically clawed at the muddy, wet ground with her slender hands. Tears welled in her charmingly smiling
eyes .
"So satisfying," Jiang Hanlong thought fiercely. Because of his enormous penis, even on his wedding night with Qingling,
only a small portion of it had entered. Afterwards, Qingling's vagina was swollen, and she lay in bed for three days, too afraid to get up.
Jiang Hanlong had never fully penetrated Qingling in bed, even after she gave birth to their son, when her vagina had loosened considerably,
making it difficult for him to be completely satisfied. But facing this leader of the Demonic Sect, Jiang Hanlong showed no mercy. His thick
penis relentlessly attacked Lanling's esophagus, penetrating her completely each time.
Lanling struggled weakly like a dying swan, the penis slowly being pulled out. Rough hands
forcefully open her teeth, and the enormous glans suddenly sprang out from her cherry lips, like a general
swaggering before her on the battlefield.
The swollen, erect penis was as big as her fist, its thick, black shaft twisted and gnarled, longer than her forearm.
Stomach fluid clung to its body, making the black dragon appear ferocious and terrifying in the setting sun. It was hard to imagine such a massive member completely
entering a woman's mouth.
The raging dragon withdrew from her cherry lips, and Lan Ling collapsed onto the muddy ground, vomiting. Her smooth, bare back heaved, her torn
long dress draped around her waist. Jiang Hanlong had grabbed her purple corset and ripped it off, the bright yellow dress falling loose beneath her, leaving Lan
Ling completely naked.
"Stand up," Jiang Hanlong said, slapping her large, plump buttocks hard. Red handprints
appeared .
"What a cruel woman," Lan Ling gasped, her eyes languid, snot still trickling from her cherry lips. She
gripped a tree trunk, her back to Jiang Hanlong, and shakily stood up.
Lan Ling wasn't exactly petite, but compared to the burly Jiang Hanlong, she appeared much smaller. Leaning against him
, his enormous penis was already at her waist. Jiang Hanlong, his hands on her slender waist, slowly lifted her, his
thick, long penis sliding inwards from her waist into her buttocks. Her toes were already raised.
Due to the height difference, even though Lan Ling was on tiptoe, Jiang Hanlong's broad back was still slightly arched. His large
glans pressed against her tender vulva. He slowly exerted force with his waist, pushing Lan Ling's labia into her vulva. Her vulva parted, and the glans
was too large; the tight opening couldn't easily accommodate it. Under the resistance of her vulva, the erect penis bent at
a certain angle. With the pressure of Jiang Hanlong's waist, the curve widened,
pressing all the tender flesh around her vulva into the cavity. The arched penis was like a fully drawn bow, blocked by the tight opening.
Lan Ling's small mouth was wide open in tension, just like her tender vulva, anticipating the penis's entry.
Jiang Hanlong gripped Lan Ling's waist tightly with both hands, his arched back thrusting forward with force. Like a taut bow,
he violently tore open the girl's tender vulva, his thick, long penis tearing at the tightly wrapped flesh.
It plunged deep into the girl's honeyed depths.
"Ah...so...heartless..." The immense impact almost made Lan Ling
jump , the sudden surge of pleasure making her unable to stand, her slender hands gripping the tree trunk tightly to prevent herself from collapsing.
The enraged dragon had reached the very end of her honeyed depths, its thick, hard penis pressing against the girl's delicate clitoris. The exposed shaft
was as long as a fist. If it were Qing Ling in front of him, Jiang Hanlong wouldn't want to continue tormenting his beloved wife, but facing this
demonic woman from the evil sect, Jiang Hanlong fiercely tightened his grip on her waist, his thick waist thrusting forward with force.
"Ah...it's going to pierce through, ah..." With each inch of the penis entering, Lan Ling felt her vulva
being pierced, her sensitive core torn apart. Lan Ling's eyebrows furrowed, her pretty face contorted in pain.
Finally, Jiang Hanlong's massive abdomen pressed against her plump, round buttocks, and Lan Ling let out a long breath,
panting .
Jiang Hanlong then slowly withdrew his massive penis from Lan Ling's body, the rough glans scraping against the tightly wrapped tender flesh, drawing out
glistening fluid little by little from her labia.
"So...comfortable...mmm" The tender opening, stretched and scraped tightly, gripped the penis, bringing a deadly
pleasure .
When the penis was withdrawn to the entrance, the large glans was stretched into a bulge by the tender flesh of the opening, and the lustful fluid between the flesh
flowed her slender legs. Jiang Hanlong's large hands once again gripped her slender waist, and the penis violently thrust into her jade cave, the thick
, long penis penetrating to the very root, his strong waist and abdomen slamming against her buttocks.
"Ah...it hurts so much." A fiery dragon raged between her flesh, a deadly numbness accompanied by tearing pain. Lan Ling's
pretty face turned to the sky, her arms tightly hugging the large tree in front of her, her small mouth gasping for breath.
Jiang Hanlong, like a mighty knight holding the reins, gripped her long, black hair with one hand
while slapping Lan Ling's round, plump buttocks hard with the other. His raging dragon relentlessly ravaged the fleshy opening before him, the slapping sounds of his belly hitting her buttocks echoing
incessantly.
"Gently... ah... I want... I want it." Lan Ling's hair was pulled, her charming face and alluring
eyes looking pitifully at Jiang Hanlong.
Jiang Hanlong's rough hands slapped her plump buttocks forcefully, the bright red handprints on her flesh standing out vividly under
his impact .
"Ah... um... so good." Lan Ling cried out in a high-pitched moan, her body tensing, her arms gripping the tree trunk tightly.
Jiang Hanlong felt the honeyed opening contract rapidly, a surge of heat gushing from the depths of her flesh. Jiang Hanlong quickly
withdrew his dragon, the heat from the honeyed opening shooting out with his penis, spraying onto the muddy, damp earth.
Lan Ling gasped for breath, her taut legs giving way, her delicate body collapsing onto the muddy, wet ground,
limp and powerless.
As the leader of the Jianglong Gang, one of the two major gangs in Jiangbei, Jiang Hanlong had been with many women, but only Lan Ling could
completely accept his thick, long penis.
Jiang Hanlong thought to himself, "So much fluid is gushing out."
Looking at the convulsing woman at his feet and the large amount of vaginal fluid gushing from her crotch, Jiang Hanlong was surprised, yet a
sense of accomplishment arose within him.
Jiang Hanlong embraced the limp body, pressing her against the tree trunk, his thick, long penis attacking the depths of her honeyed orifice once more.
"No…don't…" Lan Ling gasped and groaned in resistance, but his thick, long penis relentlessly invaded
her forbidden territory again.
"Ugh," Lan Ling spread her long legs as wide as possible, her weak resistance turning into feeble groans.
Jiang Hanlong, like a ferocious beast ravaging its beautiful prey, frantically pounded into Lan Ling's plump buttocks. His
thick raging member repeatedly tore open her honeyed passage, penetrating deep into her core, stimulating Lan Ling's sensitive nerves.
Lan Ling was like a lone boat in a stormy sea, swaying precariously with Jiang Hanlong's powerful attacks.
Her delicate body rubbed against the rough tree trunk. Jiang Hanlong's hands slipped under her armpits, and Lan Ling,
her upper body , arched slightly. His large hands easily grasped her proud breasts, the tender flesh
swaying up and down with each of Jiang Hanlong's thrusts. His rough fingers pinched the delicate nipples at the tips of her breasts, rubbing them forcefully against the rough tree trunk, almost
tearing them apart.
"Ah!" The pain in her nipples only made Lan Ling scream with excitement. The heat deep within her honeyed passage surged again, as
the huge penis attacked the flower bud deep within her honeyed passage once more, the heat gushing forth.
Jiang Hanlong felt the honeyed passage tighten again, making each thrust more difficult.
Lan Ling's body became limp and powerless. Apart from his tightly gripped breasts, her delicate flesh had no support whatsoever.
Each thrust of the huge penis caused Lan Ling's weak body to spasm feebly.
"The ferry is back!" The boatman's loud voice came from the distant river. On the riverbank, the pretty Mei'er
jumped happily and waved to the ferry.
Hearing the boatman's shout, Jiang Hanlong released his grip on Lan Ling's breasts. Without the support of his large hands, Lan Ling's delicate
body slumped against the rough tree trunk. His thick, dark penis withdrew inch by inch from her vagina as she collapsed. Once
completely out of her honeyed depths, the hard, thick penis suddenly sprang upwards, its enormous shaft standing proudly against the setting sun,
glistening with the girl's vaginal fluids, its large glans swollen and imposing.
Lan Ling gasped for breath, her body covered in fine beads of sweat. Her vagina, long penetrated by the massive penis, felt as if it had been torn apart
; the opening was wide open, and vaginal fluids slowly flowed from it. Lan Ling's captivating smiling eyes gazed at the enormous penis, her dazed
eyes filled with the satisfaction of conquest and a fascination with the thick, dark penis.
Deep in the dense forest, Jiang Hanlong, his strong body naked, gazed at the riverbank. Zhang Bo, the ferryman, rowed the boat to a still spot and
tossed the rope towards the dock. Huang Meier, her slender hands gripping the rope, helped Zhang Bo moor the boat.
Five people emerged from the boat's awning, including a tall, burly man with a fierce face and bushy beard.
"Mad Lion Lei Meng," Lan Ling murmured, kneeling on the damp ground of the forest, still savoring the afterglow of her recent climax,
her naked body still trembling slightly.
Beside Lei Meng stood a middle-aged man with a fair complexion, a long robe covering his body, his pale hand holding an
abacus . He appeared refined and amiable, like a schoolteacher or a counter clerk.
Lan Ling looked at the abacus through the trees and said, "Iron Calculator Lei Mingwei."
Behind Lei Mingwei, two young men, barely twenty, stepped past him onto the riverbank.
The two young men were dressed in fine clothes, each carrying a sword, seemingly江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people of the martial arts world), but they were not with the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall
.
Jiang Hanlong shook his head slightly, watching the two youths' footsteps. The youths were dressed in magnificent brocade robes, and their swords were
no ordinary item. However, their unsteady gait suggested limited martial arts skills; they were likely spoiled scions of noble families
wandering the .
To put it nicely, they were wandering the martial world; to put it bluntly, they were sightseeing, womanizing, and such noble scions
were usually accompanied by skilled bodyguards.
The two youths went ashore, frequently glancing back at the boat awning. Crazy Lion Lei Meng glared at them, coughing loudly like a
thunderclap. The two youths trembled and quickly left.
"Little girl, does this inn have a toilet?" one of the youths asked Mei'er with a charming smile.
"How could an inn not have a toilet?" Mei'er covered her mouth and giggled.
Mei'er's beautiful face was like a flower, her smile like a trembling branch. The youth was stunned. He was about to tease her further when Crazy Lion
Lei Meng stomped his foot, making the earth tremble. The youth's charming smile froze, and he gripped his sword hilt as if to
draw it.
Another young man in brocade robes hurriedly pushed away Lei Meng's hand, which was about to draw his sword, saying, "Brother, don't stoop to
the .
It's more important to go to the restroom quickly." The young man, knowing that Lei Meng was no ordinary opponent, readily agreed and was pulled along towards the riverside inn.
Watching the young man flee in a panic, Lei Mingwei, the Iron Calculator, smiled slightly and patted Lei Meng's arm, saying, "
You scared those two young masters from the Lingran Sword Sect half to death."
"You know, this old Zhu is quite a powerful figure, how come he raised such two young masters?" Lei Meng
shook his head, watching the young man's retreating figure.
Lei Mingwei chuckled and said, "A doting mother spoils her son. Although their mother, Jade-Faced Rakshasa,
is renowned in the martial world, she spoils these two boys too much."
"Speaking of Jade-Faced Rakshasa..." Lei Meng's eyebrows danced with excitement, but he suddenly stopped talking.
A pretty young woman emerged from the boat's awning, wearing a red bodysuit, her fiery red cloak billowing in
the autumn wind .
Jiang Hanlong thought to himself, "This must be Lei Ruo'er, the Fire Whirlwind."
The girl went ashore and headed straight for the dense forest, her movements incredibly fast, almost like riding the wind, her fiery red cloak
fluttering .
"Her lightness skill is probably no less than Lin Yuerou's; this Fire Whirlwind's movement technique is indeed extraordinary," Jiang Hanlong sighed inwardly.
Seeing the girl heading straight for his hiding place, Jiang Hanlong was startled. This Fire Whirlwind was known as the second-best
fighter in the Thunderbolt Hall, her martial arts skills rivaling those of the Thunderbolt Hall Master, Lei Bao. Had she already discovered him?
Jiang Hanlong clenched his fists, ready to strike at any moment against Lei Ruo'er.
Chapter Eight: Jiangnan Reinforcements
"Don't be nervous, there'll be a good show soon." Lan Ling pulled Jiang Hanlong towards a more secluded spot deep in the forest
.
"Ruo'er, why are you running so fast again?" Lei Meng roared, trying to chase after her, but was pulled back by Lei Mingwei.
"Sixth Uncle, why are you pulling me?" Lei Meng asked, his eyes wide.
Lei Mingwei frowned and said, "Wait here, Ruo'er will be back soon."
Lei Meng shouted, "Once we reach Jiangbei territory, I'm afraid Ruo'er will be in danger." "You brat, you're yelling again. Do you really
think the Jianglong Gang won't know we're here?"
Looking at the reckless Lei Meng, Lei Mingwei's anger flared up.
Lei Mingwei's anger immediately deflated Lei Meng, and this fierce mad lion turned into a gentle lamb.
"I'm just afraid Ruo'er is in danger," Lei Meng said coyly.
"Wait here." Lei Mingwei's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible authority.
Lei Ruo'er rushed into the dense forest, looked around, and seeing no one, lifted her skirt with both hands and quickly squatted down.
Deep in the forest, Jiang Hanlong's tense heart finally relaxed. He had thought Lei Ruo'er had discovered him, but it turned out this
Jiangnan heroine was just in a hurry to relieve herself.
"Well? Is now the best time to subdue Lei Ruo'er?" Lan Ling's slightly downturned smiling eyes revealed
an indescribable lewdness.
Lei Ruoer had her back to the two men. Although she was urinating, her fiery red cloak completely covered her body, and Jiang Hanlong and the other man
could only see the red cloak fluttering in the breeze.
This was the perfect opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Jiang Hanlong glanced at his and Lan Ling'er's naked bodies and shook his head slightly.
"I didn't expect our Chief Jiang to be so concerned about his image. If Chief Jiang doesn't make a move, this humble servant will,"
Lan Ling smiled seductively, but showed no intention of attacking.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the fiery red cloak billowed up.
With a soft cry, Lei Ruoer reached back to grab the cloak.
Jiang Hanlong's erection leaped up, and the golden
liquid her fair buttocks trembling slightly in the wind.
The perfect shape of her buttocks made Jiang Hanlong's heart race, and his thick, dark erection stood proudly erect.
A hint of apprehension flashed in Lan Ling's eyes. She knelt down, her slender hands grasping the fleshy dragon, her fragrant tongue darting from her cherry lips
to gently lick the large glans.
A cool chill ran through Jiang Hanlong's glans, and a trace of fear appeared on Lan Ling's kneeling face,
quickly accumulating on her pretty features.
Jiang Hanlong looked around warily but found nothing amiss. Yet, he felt a strange pressure,
the source of which he couldn't discern, leaving him bewildered.
"Help!" Even Lan Ling's cry was eerily terrifying.
The Pink Fox was lewd and cunning. Only now did Jiang Hanlong truly grasp Lan Ling's astonishing cunning and unpredictability.
It was too late. Lei Ruo'er had already rushed in from afar, her speed reaching its peak. In an instant, she attacked,
her Emei dagger .
Jiang Hanlong leaped back, Lei Ruo'er shielding Lan Ling behind her.
"You lecherous thief!" Looking at the naked Jiang Hanlong, Lei Ruo'er's pretty face flushed red, her beautiful eyes lowered, unable to look him in the eye.
Behind Lei Ruo'er, Lan Ling made a face at Jiang Hanlong, her slender fingers slowly approaching Lei Ruo'er's
Fengmen .
"Ruo'er, step back!" A deep voice revealed extraordinary inner strength; Tie Suanzi Lei Mingwei was already behind her.
Lan Ling sighed inwardly, "What a pity," and withdrew her fingers that had been used to sneak attack Lei Ruoer.
"You lecherous thief, don't run away!" Mad Lion Lei Meng arrived last, his iron fist chasing after the naked Jiang Hanlong.
Jiang Hanlong leaped into the air, his feet touching the ground, and clashed fists with Lei Meng.
With a loud "boom," a violent impact resounded in the air, and Lei Meng was sent flying like a kite. Jiang
Hanlong also flew backward using the force of Lei Meng's punch, landing on treetops and escaping.
"Don't pursue a desperate enemy." Lei Mingwei grabbed Lei Meng, who was about to give chase.
"This thief has such strong skills. Why didn't Ruoer stop him earlier? That thief's lightness skill is no match for yours."
Lei Meng said, turning back.
Lei Ruoer's pretty face flushed red, and she stammered, "He, he wasn't wearing..."
"Shut up, you brat." Lei Mingwei scolded Lei Meng.
"What did I say wrong again?" Lei Meng asked, puzzled, while turning his head to Lan Ling.
Lan Ling was completely naked, her perfect body exposed to Lei Meng's eyes, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. Her
delicate face was filled with shyness and sorrow.
Lei Meng was stunned. Tie Suanzi took off his robe and covered Lan Ling's entire body with it.
"You brat, still looking?" Lei Ruo'er pushed Lei Meng away and helped the timid Lan Ling out of the woods.
"How dare you speak to your older brother like that, little girl?" Lei Meng said, looking at Lan Ling's pretty back.
Lei Mingwei patted Lei Meng's shoulder with a meaningful smile and followed Lei Ruo'er out.
After leaving the woods, Lei Ruo'er and Lan Ling went into the boat awning. Lei Meng wanted to follow, but Lei Mingwei stopped him.
"Why are you stopping me again, Sixth Uncle?" Lei Meng asked, puzzled.
"Don't come in!" Lei Ruo'er screamed from inside the awning.
When Lan Ling stepped out of the boat again, she was dressed in red. Lan Ling and Lei Ruo'er were similar in build, and
the clothes fit Lei Ruo'er quite well, except that they were tight around the chest, clearly showing that Lan Ling's bust was larger than Lei Ruo'er's.
"Wearing Ruo'er's clothes, the two of you look like twin sisters,"
Lei Meng said sincerely, looking at Lan Ling and Lei Ruo'er standing together.
"Thank you all for your righteous rescue, I will never forget it," Lan Ling said pitifully.
"How did you encounter this thief, young lady?" Lei Ruo'er asked curiously. "It's because..." Lan Ling had only just
begun to speak when she broke down in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.
Lan Ling sobbed for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence. Actually, Lan Ling had already thought of
an explanation, but when she saw Lei Mingwei, she decided to abandon it.
She knew that this explanation might fool the young Lei Ruo'er, and perhaps the impetuous Lei Meng, but
it would likely fall apart in front of the worldly-wise Lei Mingwei.
The girl's sobbing filled Lei Meng with both heartache and irritation. After waiting for a long time, all he heard was crying; not a single complete
sentence came out. Lei Meng stomped his foot angrily and said, "I'm going to the inn for a bowl of wine."
Lei Meng strode away, while Lei Mingwei looked at the still-crying Lan Ling and said, "Does the young lady have anywhere to go? Should we
take her home?"
"Sixth Uncle, this girl is only..." Lei Ruo'er meant that Lan Ling had just been rescued, and if they took her
away again, she might encounter lecherous thieves and there would be no way to save her.
Lei Mingwei stopped Lei Ruo'er from continuing with a look, his bright eyes fixed on Lan Ling.
"My home is nearby, no need for you two to trouble yourselves," Lan Ling replied, sobbing.
"I'll take you home," Lei Ruo'er said, still worried.
"Ruo'er, since the young lady's home is nearby, and we have urgent business, let's not cause any more trouble,"
Lei Mingwei stopped Lei Ruo'er.
"But Sixth Uncle..." Lei Ruo'er knew her sixth uncle was resourceful, but seeing Lei Mingwei's serious expression, she dared not speak
further .
"But this beautiful dress, miss..." Lan Ling stopped sobbing and said.
"I'll give it to you, sister. You look beautiful in it too." Lei Ruo'er was naturally flamboyant and loved fiery red
clothes . Seeing Lan Ling swaying gracefully in her own fiery red dress, she couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill.
"This humble girl thanks you all so much. I will never forget your great kindness." Lan Ling said pitifully.
"Miss, please hurry. If you're late, you might have to walk in the dark." Lei Mingwei was clearly trying to drive Lan Ling away.
Watching Lan Ling leave, Lei Ruo'er felt a sense of guilt for not doing her best to help the weak.
"Fourth Uncle, should we help her..." Lei Ruo'er looked at Lei Mingwei and said.
Lei Mingwei looked at Lei Ruo'er and asked, "What do you think of that lecherous thief's martial arts skills?" "I didn't see clearly." Lei
Ruo'er said with a slightly flushed face.
At that time, Jiang Hanlong was completely naked, and Lei Ruo'er, an unmarried girl, naturally did not want to look up.
"I saw him fighting with Lei Meng." Lei Mingwei said thoughtfully.
"Did you notice anything? Do you think there's something wrong with this girl?" Lei Ruoer asked, watching Lan Ling's retreating figure. She knew
her fourth uncle's words must have a deeper meaning.
"That lecherous thief's martial arts skills are probably no less than Leopard's." Lei Mingwei said with a grave expression.
"You mean he's no less skilled than Second Brother?" Lei Ruoer sensed something was amiss.
Lei Bao, as the leader of the Thunderbolt Hall, was unparalleled in Jiangnan in martial arts. If that lecherous thief's martial arts were no weaker than Lei Bao's, then this person's
martial arts would also be among the top masters in Jiangbei.
"No, if that lecherous thief really had such martial arts skills, Big Brother should have been injured by his fist." Lei Ruoer thought for a moment
and said.
"That's the problem. If that lecherous thief had attacked with all his might, Lei Meng would definitely have been injured by his fist."
This is what I can't understand.
"Why didn't he go all out then?" Lei Mingwei seemed to be talking to himself, yet also asking Lei Ruoer.
"Perhaps he wanted to escape as quickly as possible, or perhaps he was panicked." Lei Ruoer thought for a moment and said.
"That's possible, but with his martial arts skills, that girl who can't even kill a chicken would have no chance to make
a sound in his hands, let alone call for help," Lei Mingwei said with a smile.
"Oh, now that you mention it, Uncle Liu, I also think that girl is suspicious. Should I follow her to find out what's going on?"
Lei Ruo'er suddenly realized, inwardly praising Uncle Liu's meticulousness.
"No need, business is more important." Lei Mingwei shook his head and strode towards the Linjiang Inn.
"Hmph..." Lei Ruo'er was displeased that Uncle Liu didn't agree, pouting as she quickly followed.
The Linjiang Inn's only two tables were occupied. At the left table, two young masters from the Lingran Sword Sect placed
two precious swords on the table, their gold hilts inlaid with jade indicating their considerable value.
Lei Mingwei and his two companions sat at the right table, eating meat and drinking wine heartily.
The inn, which wasn't very spacious to begin with, felt crowded with five people. With Lei Meng nearby, the two young masters from the Lingran Sword Sect
didn't dare to speak loudly, only whispering among themselves.
"The beef for the two young masters has arrived." Mei'er's voice was like a nightingale's song, soothing to the ear.
The beef was placed on the table, and Mei'er exclaimed, looking at the sword on it, "Young Master's sword is so beautiful!"
"Of course, this is the most precious sword of our Lingran Sword Sect."
"Lingran Sword Sect..." Mei'er reached out and touched the hilt.
"My name is Zhu Xiao, and this is my elder brother, Zhu Zhao." Zhu Xiao was two years younger than Zhu Zhao, but he
appeared more mature and composed.
"The Lingran Sword Sect must be a very large sect." Looking at the slick-haired young master, Mei'er felt a sense of goodwill.
"Of course, our Lingran Sword Sect is the number one sect in Jiangnan." Zhu Zhao said proudly.
"Cough!" Lei Meng coughed heavily, the narrow space of the inn vibrating and the roof almost collapsing.
"You scared me to death." Mei'er trembled, patting her chest lightly with her slender hand, her expression incredibly alluring.
"You..." Zhu Zhao glared angrily at Lei Meng.
Lei Meng, with his back to the two, couldn't see Zhu Zhao's angry expression, but he knew Zhu Zhao's face must be flushed with anger.
Thinking of Zhu Zhao's expression, Lei Meng secretly chuckled.
Zhu Xiao pressed down on his elder brother's hand, while simultaneously grasping Mei'er's slender hand with his other, saying, "Don't be afraid, young lady."
Mei'er, having grown up in loneliness and unbound by the traditional etiquette of avoiding physical intimacy between men and women, naively believed Zhu Xiao was only offering kind
comfort , unaware of the filth in this young master's heart.
"Little girl, would you like another plate of beef?" Lei Ruo'er
frowned as she watched Zhu Xiao freely holding the young girl's slender hand.
"Alright." Mei'er pulled her hand away from Zhu Zhao, smiling slightly at him.
"Father, another plate of beef for the guests." Mei'er walked back to the kitchen with a beaming smile.
Zhu Xiao greedily watched Mei'er's departing figure, then suddenly caught Lei Ruo'er's disdainful gaze, quickly averting his eyes and
wolfing down the food on the table.
"Third brother, let's leave quickly. If Steward Zhao catches up with us, we'll lose our freedom again," Zhu Zhao
said to Zhu Xiao.
"Check, please." Zhu Xiao tossed a piece of silver on the table and pulled Zhu Zhao out of the inn.
"This is too much," Mei'er murmured, clutching the silver in her hand.
"Your sword." Mei'er picked up the sword Zhu Zhao had dropped and chased after him.
"This third brother of the Zhu family is far more cunning than his elder brother. It seems the future Lingran Sword Sect might not belong
to Zhu Zhao," Iron Calculator Lei Mingwei sighed. "
With that trifled skill? No matter who takes charge of the Lingran Sword Sect, Old Man Zhu's lifelong reputation will be ruined in
their hands," Mad Lion Lei Meng said coldly.
"I'm afraid you've misjudged him, elder brother. I think Zhu Xiao's martial arts are no less than yours or mine," Lei Ruo'er
disagreed with her elder brother's opinion.
"How could this slick-haired kid have such high martial arts skills?" Lei Meng retorted.
Lei Mingwei looked at Lei Ruoer approvingly and said, "Ruoer's eye is getting sharper and sharper. Zhu Xiao's martial arts are definitely much
higher than Zhao's, but he's been showing weakness to everyone, so this kid is very cunning. However, he's
still not as good as Lei Meng."
"But you haven't mentioned that Big Brother is almost ten years older than that kid. When that kid reaches Big Brother's age, his martial arts
will probably be no less than Big Brother's." Lei Ruoer was somewhat unconvinced.
"Yes, yes, yes, my dear Miss, you're the strongest in martial arts, alright? Everyone knows that Huo Xuanfeng's reputation
in the Thunderbolt Hall is second only to the Hall Master Lei Bao." Lei Meng and Lei Ruoer argued heatedly.
Lei Mingwei ate meat and drank wine, smiling as he watched his two nephews playfully bickering. He was his parents' youngest son,
just over forty, only ten years older than his eldest nephew Lei Meng. Because of the small age difference,
there wasn't much of a barrier between him and his nephews.
As one of the older generation, with his three older brothers and two older sisters already deceased, he was
the only one left among them. Since Lei Bao wasn't accompanying them, he was the only one making the decisions.
Lei Mingwei stood up and slammed his hand on the table, stopping the two from arguing, saying, "It's only a day's
journey to Qingyue Manor. We'll travel through the night and arrive before dawn."
"Sixth Uncle, another night journey?" Lei Meng said reluctantly.
"Enough with the nonsense." Lei Ruo'er grabbed Lei Meng.
"I haven't finished eating yet." Lei Meng muttered as he picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, only to be dragged away by Lei Ruo'er.
The sun set, birds returned to their nests, and the surging river seemed to calm down considerably.
At the quiet ferry crossing, the occasional giggles of a young girl could be heard.
"Young Master, this water is really sweet." Mei'er poured all the water from her jade bottle into her mouth.
"This is to thank you for returning the sword to me, Miss." Zhu Xiao watched Mei'er pour the water from the jade bottle into her mouth,
his eyes gleaming with fervent light.
Zhu Zhao looked at Mei'er nervously, seemingly expecting something.
"Thank you, young master. Mei'er still needs to go back and help her father tidy up the inn." Mei'er drank some water and turned to leave.
"I have a treasure, young lady, would you like to see it?" Zhu Xiao said mysteriously to Mei'er.
"What treasure?" Mei'er's curiosity was piqued by Zhu Xiao.
"It's over there." Zhu Xiao pointed to a depression by the river in the distance.
Mei'er thought for a moment, resting her chin on her hand, and said, "I'd rather not, it's too far. It's getting dark, and my father
will be worried if he can't find me."
Mei'er turned and walked away quickly. Zhu Xiao winked at Zhu Zhao, and the two of them picked Mei'er up and
ran towards the depression.
"Put me down! Help!" Mei'er was startled at first, then cried out loudly.
Zhu Zhao quickly covered Mei'er's cherry lips
with his hand and ran as fast as he could. In the twilight, the fiery red figure was like the setting sun on the horizon. Lei Ruo'er's Emei daggers pierced into
the knees of both Zhu Zhao and Zhu Xiao at the same time.
With a scream of pain, Zhu Zhao collapsed while running and could not get up again.
Zhu Xiao's martial arts skills far surpassed his elder brother's. Upon seeing the Emei daggers, he stopped abruptly and pushed Mei'er away with both hands.
Lei Ruo'er caught the flying Mei'er and carefully placed her on the ground. Only after Lei Ruo'er was steady did Lei Meng
arrive.
"Damn it, all you do these days is act like chivalrous heroes!" Lei Meng cursed, pulling Zhu Zhao up from the ground
and punching him in the stomach.
With a cry of "Ah!", Zhu Zhao was sent flying three zhang away by Lei Meng, blood spurting from his mouth. "
Beast, you don't even spare such a small child!" Lei Meng raised his fist again, lunging at Lei Xiao.
As Zhu Xiao shifted his feet to the side, his longsword was drawn from its sheath, flashing towards Lei Meng's iron fist.
With a "clang," the sword tip collided with Lei Meng's fist.
The priceless sword was broken by Lei Meng's fist, but Zhu Xiao used the force of Lei Meng's punch to float several zhang away,
arriving beside his elder brother Zhu Zhao.
"You scoundrel, your martial arts are indeed far superior to your elder brother's." Lei Meng threw a punch, chasing after Lei Xiao.
Lei Xiao's face showed fear; only the hilt of his broken sword remained in his hand, his fingers gripping the sword as slender as a girl
's .
"Lei Meng, stop!" Lei Mingwei stopped Lei Meng.
"Get as far away as you can! If we see you again, we'll kill you without mercy!" Lei Mingwei turned to Zhu Xiao and cursed.
Zhu Xiao, having witnessed Lei Meng's ferocity, dared not utter a word. He helped up Zhu Zhao, who was heavily injured by Lei Meng's punches,
and limped away.
"Sixth Uncle, why did you release these two beasts?" Lei Meng roared.
"If you had truly killed them, the Lingran Sword Sect and the Thunderbolt Hall would have been bound together as enemies." Lei Mingwei
said softly.
"But this little girl is not safe." Lei Meng looked at Mei'er with pity.
Lei Mingwei smiled and said, "With your intervention, would those two beasts dare to provoke them again?"
"Little girl, hurry home," Lei Ruoer said, patting Mei'er's shoulder.
Chapter Five: Bewitching Eyes
In the bedroom, Lei Zhentian lay on the bed, his face pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Xu Fang took Lei Zhentian's pulse, shaking his head repeatedly, his goatee trembling slightly.
Xu Fang was nearly fifty, thin and wiry, with a goatee and striking features. His grey robe gave him an air of
gentle refinement .
Those familiar with him knew that this seemingly unsuccessful scholar, a gaunt old man, possessed fierce swordsmanship, swift as the wind, and was known in the martial arts
world Wind Chaser Sword.
People only knew the Wind Chaser Sword; few knew that Xu Fang was also a master healer, having once practiced medicine throughout the land, saving
countless lives. However, he later abandoned medicine to devote himself to martial arts, becoming one of the top swordsmen in Jiangbei.
Lin Yuerou looked at Xu Fang nervously, her clear eyes revealing anticipation. Xu Fang stroked his goatee and said,
"Although Brother's injuries are severe, fortunately, his internal strength is profound, and his internal organs have not been damaged. He only needs to rest and recuperate, and
he will recover in sixty days at most."
Lin Yuerou's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Xu Fang took out a white porcelain bottle from his robes and handed it to Lin Yuerou, saying,
"This is the Tianshan Sect's Heart-Nourishing Pill. Take one pill daily for three days, and then observe its effects."
Lin Yuerou took it and poured out a Heart-Nourishing Pill from the porcelain bottle. The pill was about the size of a soybean,
pure white, and rolled in Lin Yuerou's pale palm.
Lin Yuerou's slender fingers held the Heart-Nourishing Pill to Lei Zhentian's lips, but after thinking for a moment, she put it back in
the porcelain bottle .
Seeing Lin Yuerou's hesitation, Xu Fang felt a nameless anger rise within him, but he couldn't let it out. He also knew that Yuan Shuo's betrayal had made Lin Yuerou
wary and suspicious of everything, and she herself was not
entirely at ease with this bottle of medicine.
"Brother needs to rest. Sister-in-law, let's talk in private for a moment." Xu Fang also had many questions in his mind.
Lin Yuerou and Xu Fang left the bedroom and returned to the main hall. A dozen or so people were already standing there, all
trusted disciples of Qingyue Manor, including Zhang Hai, Zhang Qilin, and Liu Ping.
Yuan Shuo was still lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, a strange smile on his face. His wide-open eyes remained
motionless, and the eerie smile lasted for nearly half an hour. His breathing was sometimes weak, sometimes heavy, sometimes thunderous
, and his round belly rose and fell slightly, as if he were asleep with his eyes open.
The dozen or so disciples of Qingyue Manor, armed with sharp blades, surrounded Yuan Shuo. Seeing Lin Yuerou and Xu Fang return,
they made way for them.
Xu Fang looked around and asked, "How is he?"
"It's been almost half an hour, and he's still in this position. We can't wake him no matter what we do," Zhang Qisen said, not only
large but also with a booming voice.
Xu Fang squatted down, took Yuan Shuo's pulse, and stroked his goatee with his other hand, his eyes fixed on Yuan Shuo.
Everyone knew he was taking Yuan Shuo's pulse, so they all held their breath slightly, afraid of disturbing Xu Fang.
"Strange, there's clearly nothing wrong, so why is he like this?" Xu Fang felt that Yuan Shuo was perfectly
normal , and he couldn't understand why Yuan Shuo was sleeping with his eyes open,
and he couldn't wake him up no matter what he did. "Could it be that he's already awake, but is pretending to be asleep here?" Lin Yuerou whispered in Xu Fang's ear.
A fragrance like that of winter plum blossoms wafted over, and Xu Fang turned around to see Lin Yuerou's fair and delicate face right in front of him, exuding an
alluring aura.
Xu Fang's usually stoic face flushed red, and Lin Yuerou also realized her lapse in composure, quickly taking a step back and moving a little further away from Xu Fang.
Xu Fang was about the same age as Lei Zhentian, more than ten years older than Lin Yuerou. In his eyes, Lin Yuerou had always been dignified and composed
, so why was she now so charming and seductive? Her delicate figure was indescribably alluring.
"No, no one can remain completely unchanged for half an hour while fully conscious," Xu Fang
said to cover up his lapse in composure.
"Logically speaking, with your martial arts skills, it would be extremely difficult for Yuan Shuo to injure him," Xu Fang asked Lin Yuerou with a puzzled look.
"At that time, we were..." Lin Yuerou started to speak, but didn't know how to continue.
When , Lei Zhentian had even pinned her down on the table and was vigorously riding her.
"What were you doing?" Xu Fang pressed, not waiting for Lin Yuerou's answer.
Lin Yuerou's pretty face flushed red, but she didn't know how to answer.
"Yuan Shuo is the master's sworn brother. The master and mistress themselves wouldn't have been wary of him, which is why Yuan
Shuo injured the master," Zhang Hai explained to Lin Yuerou.
Zhang Hai's answer was reasonable, and Xu Fang nodded in agreement with Zhang Hai's reasoning.
Lin Yuerou also vaguely agreed, brushing off the question.
Since the contest at the banquet yesterday, Xu Fang already knew that Zhang Hai was no ordinary disciple, and his martial arts
were even stronger than his own, so he dared not underestimate him.
"Master Yuan has fallen under their spell," Zhang Hai said, squeezing between Lin Yuerou and Xu Fang.
Lin Yuerou was extremely disgusted by the shriveled, tall, fat man, but at this moment, she was drawn to Zhang Hai's words and followed
his gaze to Yuan Shuo.
"Everyone, look here!" Zhang Hai reached out and covered Yuan Shuo's wide-open eyes.
Yuan Shuo's rapid breathing suddenly stopped, his fat hands slowly clenched, his lips began to twist, and although
his eyes were not visible, his face was contorted with rage. His head kept shaking back and forth, his movements
becoming larger and more violent, like a mad dog. If Zhang Hai hadn't covered his eyes, Yuan Shuo would have already jumped up.
Everyone was drawn to Yuan Shuo's behavior, and all their eyes were fixed on him. Zhang Hai's other hand reached behind him and
stroked Lin Yuerou's plump, round buttocks.
"You..." Lin Yuerou hesitated, afraid that Zhang Hai's dirty hand stroking her round buttocks
would be seen by everyone.
Zhang Hai's greasy hand wantonly caressed her elastic, round buttocks, feeling the smoothness of her flesh through her clothes.
Lin Yuerou swayed her slender hips to the side, twisting them to the other side. Zhang Hai's greasy hand tightened, and her buttocks
suddenly stung as if gripped by tongs, forcibly pulling her plump bottom back.
Lin Yuerou's lake-blue Confucian skirt was almost torn, and she dared not move again, letting the large hand knead her buttocks at will
.
The greasy hand slid down her round, upturned buttocks towards her crotch. Lin Yuerou instinctively clenched her long, slender thighs
to stop the fat hand, looking at Zhang Hai with pleading eyes.
Zhang Hai pretended not to see, his fat hand forcefully squeezing into her buttocks, his nimble fingers teasing the labia of her
vulva , his thick thumb pressing gently on her anus.
"Ah," Lin Yuerou let out a weak moan, her body tensing instantly.
The people in the hall were still watching Yuan Shuo, and no one noticed Lin Yuerou's abnormality.
Yuan Shuo struggled frantically as Zhang Hai pressed his eyes down. The veins on Zhang Hai's hand bulged, but Yuan Shuo's struggles were ultimately
futile. The fact that Zhang Hai could restrain Yuan Shuo's frantic struggles with just one hand suggested that his skill
was even greater than Lei Zhentian's.
Xu Fang was shocked by Zhang Hai's power. He considered the prominent figures in Jiangbei.
The former leader of the Jianglong Gang, Chu Huaiqiu, was long dead; Lin Jianwei, the patriarch of the Lin Family Fortress, had died from his injuries; and Lei Zhentian, the patriarch of Qingyue Manor, hadn't improved his martial arts in over a decade
since marrying Lin Yuerou.
On the contrary, the new leader of the Jianglong Gang, Jiang Hanlong, had risen to prominence. He was said to be skilled in both internal and external martial arts, possessing formidable strength,
known as the "Land Dragon King," and considered the number one expert in Jiangbei
. Next was Lin Yuerou, known as the "Phoenix of Jiangbei," whose lightness skill was unparalleled, and whose butterfly double swords were unpredictable and swift as the wind, allowing her to rival Jiang Hanlong.
Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the main reason Qingyue Manor can still stand shoulder to shoulder with Jianglong Gang is because Lei
Zhentian married Lin Yuerou, the Phoenix of Jiangbei.
Xu Fang saw that Zhang Hai's skill was probably no less than that of Lin Yuerou and Jiang Hanlong, and he had never heard of
this person in Jiangbei before, so Xu Fang couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Zhang Hai suddenly released his hand that was pressing down on Yuan Shuo, and Yuan Shuo, who had been struggling violently, immediately calmed down, his eyes
wide open , and a strange smile reappeared.
Zhang Hai sighed and slowly said, "The Bewitching Eyes is the unique secret technique of Zhuo Linqing, the White-haired Flower Thief, an elder of the Demonic Sect. It can
control the mind of an opponent and manipulate them at will."
Xu Fang stroked his goatee and said, "That's right. I've also heard my elder brother say that Zhuo Linqing used this evil skill to control
people in the martial arts world and cause trouble in the Jianghu. It seems that my third brother was controlled by Zhuo Linqing when he was chasing him last night, which is
why he came to ambush my elder brother."
Zhang Hai glanced at the people in front of him and said, "When people are under the influence of the Bewitching Eyes, they are no different from ordinary people. Only when they receive orders from the user
will they lose their minds and blindly follow orders. When Master Yuan wakes up, he will forget everything about attacking the manor lord
. When Zhuo Linqing issues orders again, Master Yuan will lose his mind again."
"The people from the Demonic Sect are here. What should we do?" Zhang Qisen asked in a simple voice.
Previously, Lei Zhentian and his two sworn brothers were in charge. Now, with Lei Zhentian unconscious and Yuan Shuo under the influence of the Bewitching Eye,
everyone's gaze naturally turned to Xu Fang, then to Zhang Hai, and finally to Lin Yuerou.
Lin Yuerou's stiff body twitched slightly, and she cleared her throat. Zhang Qisen, standing beside her, clearly heard a soft moan, and felt a tingling
sensation run through him.
Lin Yuerou opened her mouth but no sound came out. She felt like she was about to explode. Zhang Hai's fat hand
caressed her buttocks through her clothes, his thumb gently rubbing the hard spot on her anus, while his middle finger slipped between her legs, pressing the clothes into her vagina and slowly rubbing the clitoris above
it .
In front of everyone, Lin Yuerou's pleasure gradually built up. The middle finger rubbing her clitoris and
the thumb worked together rhythmically, teasing her nerves. This skillful technique almost drove her crazy, but she
couldn't escape Zhang Hai's clutches. She could only desperately restrain herself, trying her best not to let anyone notice her abnormality.
Lin Yuerou desperately squeezed her long, slender legs together to stop Zhang Hai's fat hands, but she couldn't stop the burning desire. Under
the caress of his demonic hands, her honeyed orifice was already wet, and the slippery flesh inside her jade passage writhed faster. Under the intense stimulation, Lin
Yuerou's delicate body trembled, and her mind was almost swallowed by desire.
Xu Fang saw Lin Yuerou lightly biting her lower lip, her clear eyes filled with a misty haze, and her delicate body still trembling slightly. He asked
with a thought, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell." A trace of clarity shone through Lin Yuerou's dazed eyes.
A surge of intense pleasure washed over her, and Lin Yuerou let out a soft moan, as if in a dream. Honey-like
fluid gushed from the depths of her flower-like opening. Under Zhang Hai's caresses, Lin Yuerou unexpectedly climaxed in front of everyone. Her knees buckled
, and she lost her balance, her plump buttocks landing on Zhang Hai's fat hands. His thick thumb, through her clothes, penetrated
her anus, while his middle and ring fingers were inserted into her honeyed opening. The sticky honey-like fluid soaked her clothes and moistened Zhang Hai's fingertips.
"Madam, what's wrong?" Zhang Qisen, standing beside her, helped Lin Yuerou up and asked.
"Sister-in-law is tired. Get her a chair," Xu Fang said, having Zhang Qisen bring
her .
Xu Fang waited until Lin Yuerou was seated before saying, "Sister-in-law, now that our eldest brother is unconscious and Yuan Shuo is under the influence of the Bewitching Eye, we
need to break through as soon as possible. The longer we delay, the more passive we become."
Lin Yuerou was still savoring the afterglow of that fatal climax and couldn't think straight. She could only reply, "I'll leave it all to
Second Brother's arrangements."
Zhang Hai shook his head and said, "Break through? Under the nose of Elder Zhuo Linqing of the Demonic Sect? Under the nose of the seven masters of the Jianglong Gang
and Zhao Feiwu, the Flaming Blade of the Liuhuo Gang? Second Master Xu, you're overestimating our strength!
" Xu Fang was speechless under the barrage of questions.
He looked coldly at Zhang Hai and said, "So, what's a good plan?"
"The Master once said we should wait for the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall to come to our rescue, so we'll wait
. We'll hold out for three days," Zhang Hai said, pinching his red, bulbous nose with his thick, fat hand. His fingers still carried the lingering
scent of Lin Yuerou's honeyed fluid. Zhang Hai chuckled lewdly.
The crowd nodded in agreement with Zhang Hai's statement.
Xu Fang felt his authority challenged, a slight anger rising within him, but he couldn't show it. He stroked his goatee
and coldly asked, "Zhuo Linqing can freely enter and exit the Ghost Forest. It's safe to say Qingyue Manor is indefensible. The enemy will
soon storm the manor. Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"
Zhang Hai chuckled and said, "Zhuo Linqing relies on his physique, lightness skills, and mastery of mechanisms to enter and exit the Ghost Forest, but
he can't destroy it quickly. The Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang don't have this advantage, so we
only have Zhuo Linqing to deal with."
"The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. Big Brother and Third Brother are unable to fight early and need manpower to guard the manor gate. How can we deal with
Zhuo Linqing in the shadows?" Xu Fang pressed.
"Zhuo Linqing is known as the 'White-Haired Flower Thief,' and he's extremely fond of women. We only need to use your beauty, Madam, to
lure him here, and we can easily capture him." Zhang Hai clenched his fat hands in front of everyone.
"You actually want my sister-in-law to use a honey trap… you have the audacity!" Xu Fang finally stopped hiding his
anger and shouted loudly, taking advantage of Zhang Hai's disrespectful remarks about Lin Yuerou.
"Madam doesn't need to do anything. Just wait quietly, and Zhuo Linqing will walk right into our trap." Zhang Hai
looked at Xu Fang smugly.
"Sister-in-law, what do you say…" Xu Fang didn't know how to retaliate and could only plead with Lin Yuerou for help, hoping
she could make the final decision .
Lin Yuerou looked at Zhang Hai's smug face. His few remaining hairs swayed slightly on his bald head. His hideous appearance,
combined with his protruding belly, gave off a nauseating feeling. While both were obese, the short Yuan Shuo exuded a domineering
and imposing aura, this tall, ugly man only evoked a sense of sleazy disgust. Lin Yuerou felt a
wave of nausea thinking about how she had just lost control under his fingers.
The words of this disgusting man were surprisingly reasonable, leaving Lin Yuerou no choice but to believe them.
Lin Yuerou thought for a moment and said, "Second brother, the master is unable to move easily. If we force a breakout, it might injure my husband. Let's
do as Zhang Hai says and deal with Zhuo Linqing first."
"Since sister-in-law insists, Xu Fang has nothing to say." Since Lin Yuerou had spoken, Xu Fang took the opportunity to back
down, thus saving face in front of everyone.
"Second Master Xu, please focus on defending the manor gate. Just give me two assistants, and I can take down Zhuo Linqing,"
Zhang Hai said, looking around.
In the Ghost Forest, Zhuo Linqing looked at his injured right arm and felt a chill. He had underestimated Lin Yuerou's martial arts skills.
He had thought he could easily subdue her in the stable, but Lin Yuerou's martial arts and lightness skills were both top-notch. If
he hadn't sacrificed Xiang'er to give himself a chance to escape, he feared his injuries would have been much
worse with the combined efforts of Lin Yuerou and Yuan Shuo.
Coincidentally, Yuan Shuo had caught up with them. He had been implanted with the Bewitching Eye by Jiang Hanlong, which Zhuo Linqing had temporarily activated, instructing
him to attack Lei Zhentian.
Yuan Shuo still hadn't returned, and Zhuo Linqing had a bad feeling.
Several birds cried out.
At the edge of the Ghost Forest, which covered hundreds of acres and nestled against the mountainside of Qingyue Manor, a seemingly frail young man looked around, carrying a ghost-head saber
.
Those in the martial arts world knew that due to physique limitations, the ghost-head saber was suitable for tall, strong men, while those
who were physically weaker were better suited to swords, whips, and other lighter weapons.
Liu Ping was a second-generation disciple who joined Qingyue Manor three years ago along with Zhang Qisen. Compared to
Zhang Qisen . However, Liu Ping possessed exceptional comprehension and an unyielding
stubbornness, which made him stand out among the second-generation disciples, becoming one of the best.
The heavy ghost-head saber seemed disproportionate to Liu Ping's frail physique, yet it was his most proficient weapon. Liu Ping,
holding the ghost-head saber, hesitated at the edge of the Ghost Forest, wondering whether to enter.
"Come in." A deep voice echoed in his ears.
Liu Ping strode into the Ghost Forest, about five zhang in, where a dwarf with a full head of white hair stood before him.
"Stop. One more step and you'll be trapped in a dangerous trap, facing certain death." Zhuo Linqing looked up at
the angry young man before him and said.
"You killed Xiang'er..." Liu Ping glared at Zhuo Linqing like a raging lion.
Zhuo Linqing's thin figure twitched slightly, and the enraged Liu Ping knelt on the ground with a thud. Beads of
sweat , his lips clenching together violently, as if he had entered an extreme cold. The instantaneous pain and chill made Liu Ping feel like
he was dying.
"Don't forget who you're talking to," Zhuo Linqing said coldly.
"Elder, spare me!" Liu Ping cried, tears streaming down his face.
"This is the last time. If you do it again, I will not forgive you." Zhuo Linqing's withered left hand twitched slightly.
The pain and chill quickly disappeared, and Liu Ping struggled to stand up, sobbing uncontrollably. "You...you said...
give me Xiang'er."
"What's going on?" Zhuo Linqing looked at the sobbing Liu Ping, his eyes flashing coldly, his face showing an impatient expression.
Liu Ping quickly stopped crying and said, "Lei Zhentian was seriously injured by Yuan Shuo's hammer."
"Good, mission accomplished. So, it seems that only Xu Fang and Lin Yuerou are left among the experts of Qingyue Manor."
Zhuo Linqing clapped his hands.
"But..." Liu Ping stammered.
"But what?" Zhuo Linqing asked impatiently.
"They already know you're here, and they're planning to use a honey trap to lure you in," Liu
Ping replied quickly.
"Oh, tell me your plan in detail. I want to see if I'll walk right into their trap, or if they'll
lose everything," Zhuo Linqing said, intrigued.
Liu Ping calmed himself down and explained Zhang Hai's plan to Zhuo Linqing. Zhuo Linqing listened carefully,
then chuckled and said, "You've done a great job, kid. After it's done, how about I let you have a taste of the mistress of the manor?"
"Jiangbei Phoenix's figure is far better than that girl Xiang'er's," Zhuo Linqing said, licking his lips.
Liu Ping scoffed at Zhuo Linqing's lewd expression, his heart filled with regret and guilt.
Chapter Six: Pink Fox
The rolling Yangtze River, its surging waters separating Jiangbei and Jiangnan.
A ferry crossing stood on the riverbank, the entire river stretching for over twenty miles, a vast expanse of surging water as far as the eye could see. This place
was remote, the only ferry crossing for these hundreds of miles.
Because of its remote location and sparse population, only three to five people cross the river each day. Uncle Zhang at the ferry crossing only ferries one person a day.
He would set out at dawn to cross the river to the south, and return to the north at dusk, day after day, year after year.
Autumn on the north bank was ever-changing; this morning the sky was clear and blue, but in an instant a torrential downpour began,
the river surging like a raging beast.
Jiang Hanlong, wearing a straw hat and raincoat, braved the sudden wind and rain, his feet slid through the slippery mud, to reach the ferry crossing.
Although remote, it was the only route from the south to Qingyue
Manor, and the best spot to ambush the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall's attempt to rescue Qingyue Manor.
"Looks like Old Zhang won't be crossing back today," Jiang Hanlong thought, gazing at the surging river.
About twenty paces from the ferry crossing, a solitary courtyard stood on this desolate land, the four characters "Linjiang Inn" on a faded yellow
banner incomplete.
Jiang Hanlong stepped into the inn, looking around.
Although it was called an inn, it was more like three makeshift thatched huts. Rainwater leaked from the roof from time to time. In the hall, there were
two faded tables and chairs. Jiang Hanlong took off his straw hat and raincoat and found a relatively clean stool to sit down.
"Innkeeper!" Jiang Hanlong called out loudly when no one was around.
There was no response. The surging river and the howling wind drowned out Jiang Hanlong's voice.
"How can there be business in a place like this, in this kind of weather? The innkeeper should be taking a nap in the inner room." Jiang Hanlong
shook his head with a wry smile.
In the woodshed in the backyard of the inn, men's and women's clothes were scattered all over the floor. The man was over forty years old, a typical
country . He stood naked, not tall, but very strong, with dark skin, obviously from being exposed
to the wind and sun by the river. His thick, dark penis hung limply like a dead snake, lifeless.
The naked woman was in her early twenties. Her skin was delicate, but unlike the fair skin of ordinary women, it was a healthy
wheat color. She had full breasts and a plump bottom, with a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand—a figure that no village woman could possess.
The woman was delicate and charming, kneeling between the man's legs.
Her slender hands grasped the man's limp penis, gently stroking it. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she took the glans into her mouth. Looking up at the man, her face flushed with spring, she gave him a seductive look, indescribably
alluring.
"Girl...please let me go." The black penis entered her slippery mouth, but it didn't harden at all. The man
pleaded with the woman, his brow furrowed in distress.
The woman worked hard, swallowing and releasing the black penis. Her fragrant tongue wrapped around the glans, skillfully teasing the man's sensitive nerves,
hoping that the limp penis would regain its vitality. But no matter how hard she tried, the limp penis stubbornly refused to harden
.
"Useless," the woman bit down hard on the black penis and cursed fiercely.
"Ouch!" the man cried out in pain, pulling his black penis out of the woman's cherry lips, revealing a row of red
teeth marks .
"It's not that I'm useless, it's just that I've already ejaculated on you more than ten times since last night, and
I just can't get hard anymore." The burly man was at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong.
The woman sat on the broken wooden table, her two soft feet braced against the corners of the table, her long, strong legs spread apart
, her tender petals slightly parted at the center of her thighs. The woman pressed her slender hands against her labia, slowly parting her honey hole,
revealing glistening dew between her labia, the flesh pulsating.
The woman said coldly, "Come and lick it."
"This..." The man looked embarrassed. In his opinion, it was extremely shameful to give a woman her genitals, even though this
woman was young and beautiful.
"Don't you want to try?" The woman squeezed out a trace of glistening fluid from her honey hole. "Mei'er will be back soon, I can't let her see." The man thought of an excuse to escape and reached for his clothes
on the ground . With a slight movement of her delicate hand, the man's knees went numb, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. He felt completely paralyzed, unable to move his arms or legs. Though not a member of the martial arts world, he knew of a technique called "pressure point striking" that could immobilize someone . He hadn't expected this woman to be one; it seemed she could easily harm him. Cold sweat broke out on his back. The woman positioned him on his back, her round, plump buttocks pressed against his face, her thick, moist vulva pressing against his mouth. "Lick it properly," she said. "If you dare bite, watch out for you and your Mei'er." Looking at the alluring flesh , and thinking of his daughter, the man reluctantly opened his mouth, his tongue parting her labia and plunging into her vulva. "Mmm…" the woman moaned softly, swaying her plump buttocks, her thick labia rubbing against the man's face. The man, named Huang Liu, was the innkeeper. Seven years ago, his wife passed away, leaving him and his daughter to run the inn. Few people crossed the river at this remote ferry crossing, and even fewer women. For years, he hadn't seen a woman. For the past seven years, Huang Liu had focused on raising his daughter, rarely having the opportunity to be with women, and could only release his pent-up desires through masturbation. Yesterday, the arrival of this fairy-like woman allowed Huang Liu to completely release the desires he had suppressed for seven years. That night, he experienced a divine enjoyment, taking whatever he wanted from the young woman's body, wantonly ravaging her. Watching the fairy-like woman revel beneath him, moaning and groaning, Huang Liu never imagined he would ever have such a woman in his life. The entire night left Huang Liu feeling completely drained. Exhausted after breakfast, Huang Liu wanted to rest, but the girl pulled him into the woodshed, leading to another lewd morning. The torrential rain gradually stopped, the sky after the rain was a clear blue, and the air was exceptionally fresh. Jiang Hanlong stepped out of the thatched hut, looked at the clear sky, and took . The weather had just cleared up, and although the river wasn't roaring and surging like during a downpour, the current was still swift. In the turbulent water, a small, thin figure struggled to swim towards the ferry. From the frantic paddles, it was clear the swimmer was a child. The small figure struggled in the river, like a lone leaf on the water, seemingly about to be submerged by the turbulent current. Jiang Hanlong's heart tightened. He was considered one of the top martial arts masters in Jiangbei, yet he couldn't swim and could only sigh helplessly at the surging river. Fortunately, the figure in the river was an excellent swimmer. She struggled through the turbulent water, reaching the shore exhausted, and was pulled up by Jiang Hanlong. Before him was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a linen vest and matching linen shorts. Her arms and long legs were mostly exposed, and due to years of exposure to the wind and sun by the river, her skin was similar in color to her linen clothing. "Thank you, Uncle." The girl, exhausted from being pulled up by Jiang Hanlong, lay panting heavily on the grassy bank . Her features were delicate, her large, watery eyes fixed on the sky, her panting lips conveying a seductive allure, her skin glistening with sweat.

Her clothes clung to her body, her budding breasts slightly protruding from her vest, rising and falling with her heavy breathing
. The girl's legs, long and shapely, sculpted from years of swimming in the river, were almost perfectly long and firm, a sight that made one's mouth water. Her underwear
clung tightly to her thighs, her prominent vulva appearing taut and rounded beneath, a thin slit
visible through the fabric.
The girl's beautiful face was pure and innocent, completely unaware of the allure of her figure. Her bright
eyes were clear and innocent.
Jiang Hanlong felt a surge of heat in his groin, his erection rising. Facing
the innocent, yet still developing eyes of the girl, Jiang Hanlong felt the filth in his thoughts.
The girl lay there for a while before sitting up, looking at Jiang Hanlong beside her and asking, "Uncle, are you here to stay?"
"Yes," Jiang Hanlong answered vaguely to the innocent girl.
"Then you're late, Uncle. There's only one room, and it's already taken," the girl said.
"How did you know?" Jiang Hanlong asked.
"Because this is my family's inn," the girl chuckled and continued, "We only have three
rooms, one for my dad, one for me, and one other room for overnight guests. Unfortunately, a pretty
lady ."
The girl chattered on, and Jiang Hanlong interrupted her, asking, "Is the ferry coming back today?"
"Hmm... if it doesn't rain, Uncle Zhang will be back in about two hours," the girl said, glancing at
the sun .
"Uncle, help me up, I'm so tired I can't even stand up," the girl said, extending her slender hand.
The girl raised her hand high, and from under her armpit, her newly developed breasts, the size of eggs, were visible beneath her coarse cloth vest. The color of her breasts differed from
her flaxen arms; the slightly protruding nipples were a soft, snow-white.
Jiang Hanlong reached out and pulled the girl up, his eyes quickly shifting away from her.
"Uncle, why are you so high up here?" the girl asked in surprise, looking at Jiang Hanlong's crotch.
Jiang Hanlong looked at the girl's large, blinking eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Uncle, my name is Mei'er, I'm thirteen years old, you can call me Mei'er." Few people frequented this ferry crossing, and
the girl rarely spoke to anyone. Today, finally meeting Jiang Hanlong, she kept talking non-stop.
While talking, Mei'er led Jiang Hanlong back to the inn. Although the inn wasn't large, it had a fairly complete menu.
Jiang Hanlong didn't say anything, and Mei'er started cooking and got busy.
Despite her young age, Mei'er was very efficient, and in no time, she had the cooked dishes and warmed wine on
the table.
"Uncle, would you like to try my cooking? Is it good?" Mei'er moved a stool and sat down next to Jiang Hanlong.
Jiang Hanlong took a bite of Mei'er's cooking; the food was extremely delicious. It was hard to imagine that a thirteen-year-old
could cook such dishes.
"I didn't say I wanted to eat any dishes," Jiang Hanlong teased Mei'er, sipping his wine.
"Eat without worry. If it weren't for Uncle's help by the river, Mei'er would probably have been swept away
. Uncle saved my life, so this meal is Mei'er's way of thanking Uncle for saving my life," Mei'er said enthusiastically.
"Then you should eat with us too," Jiang Hanlong said, watching Mei'er swallow her saliva.
Hearing Jiang Hanlong's invitation, Mei'er felt like she had received a royal decree. She picked up her chopsticks and wolfed down the food on the table
without any restraint.
"Why haven't I seen your father?" Jiang Hanlong asked. "No guests usually at this time. Father should be
taking a nap in his room in the backyard," Mei'er said as she devoured the food on the table.
Watching Mei'er wolf down her food, Jiang Hanlong couldn't help but chuckle. Thinking of his three-year-old son still in Zhuo Linqing's
hands, his whereabouts unknown, he couldn't help but feel saddened.
Jiang Hanlong barely touched the dishes on the table; Mei'er devoured them all. Looking at the empty plates,
Mei'er wiped her mouth, stood up, patted her round belly, and muttered, "I need to
change , or I'll get scolded by Father again." Just as she stood up,
the sounds of a man's voice and a woman's soft laughter came from the backyard.
A gentle breeze lifted the curtain at the back door of the hall, and a burly man with dark skin walked in—it was Huang Liu, the
innkeeper Behind him stood a beautiful young woman in her twenties.
Huang Liu saw Mei'er and asked somewhat angrily, "You crazy girl, swimming in the river again? In this heavy rain,
aren't you afraid of drowning?" "Father, it wasn't raining when I went," Mei'er protested softly.
"Go change quickly; you'll freeze in wet clothes," Huang Liu waved his hand, telling Mei'er to go back to
the backyard.
Mei'er, as if granted a pardon, ran out like the wind, her long black hair cascading down her back as she ran. Her swaying waist revealed a shapely,
rounded bottom, though not full.
"Have you eaten well, sir?" Huang Liu asked, moving to block Jiang Hanlong's view.
Huang Liu's face darkened, clearly displeased that Jiang Hanlong was staring at his daughter. Jiang Hanlong, feeling somewhat rude,
coughed and took a sip of his wine.
"Wine without food, how boring! Please add a dish of peanuts and two catties of beef,"
the girl following Huang Liu said, looking at the empty plates on Jiang Hanlong's table.
Jiang Hanlong saw that the girl wore a bright yellow light gauze dress with a purple-gold cinched waist, her slender waist easily encircled,
her hips prominently displayed, and her breasts, high and full, overflowing, seemed ready to burst forth.
The girl was dressed boldly, with a seductive figure, her beautiful features exuding an alluring charm. As she walked, her slender waist swayed, her breasts
jiggled, and her hips gently swayed, displaying undeniable allure. "You…this…" Huang Liu stammered,
watching the girl sit down next to Jiang Hanlong. "Aren't you going yet?" The girl's eyebrows shot up, glaring at Huang Liu. Startled by her glare, Huang Liu fell silent, meekly heading to the kitchen to busy himself. Although the girl glared at Huang Liu, her captivating eyes curved slightly downwards like crescent moons, as if she were always smiling. Her eyes seemed to be naturally smiling, an expression that gave her a sense of intimacy. "Why is Chief Jiang only arriving now? I've been waiting for you all day," the girl asked , looking at Jiang Hanlong, her fingers lightly twirling a strand of hair. The young woman was boldly dressed, her steps light and graceful, her movements alluring yet incredibly steady, displaying considerable skill in lightness , clearly indicating she was a member of the martial arts world. However, when she revealed her identity, Jiang Hanlong still seemed somewhat wary, his rough hand touching the hilt of the purple-gold dragon scale sword beside him. Seeing Jiang Hanlong touch the hilt, a hint of fear flashed in the young woman's bright eyes: "Chief Jiang, don't frighten me. Elder Zhuo ordered me to come here to assist you in blocking the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall." The young woman quickly stated her identity, and...

Shi Qian gripped the edge of the table, ready to escape at any moment. Jiang Hanlong's Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade and Lin Yuerou's Butterfly Twin Blades were the two great weapons
of Jiangbei , so the girl naturally dared not be careless.
"Pink Fox Lan Ling?" Jiang Hanlong's tense arm relaxed.
"It is indeed this servant." Lan Ling breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Jiang Hanlong relax.
The Demonic Sect, from the leader down, consisted of three elders: Thunder Arrow God Yue Zhonghai, Sky-Supporting Blade Evil Mo Buli, and White-Haired Flower Thief Zhuo Linqing. Under the three elders
were four hall masters: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise. The Azure Dragon Hall and Black Tortoise Hall belonged to
Thunder Arrow God Yue Zhonghai, the Vermilion Bird Hall belonged to Sky-Supporting Blade Evil Mo Buli, and the White Tiger Hall was led by Zhuo Linqing.
Lan Ling, the leader of the White Tiger Hall, nicknamed Pink Fox, is a dissolute and lecherous woman. Two days ago, she received a message from Zhuo Linqing via carrier pigeon
, requesting him to assist Jiang Hanlong in blocking the experts from the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall who were aiding Qingyue Manor. Since crossing the river to arrive here yesterday, she has been having a passionate
affair with Huang Liu, the innkeeper. In one night, she took from Huang Liu eight times, almost draining him
dry.
Lan Ling lowered her alluring face to look at Jiang Hanlong, her delicate fingers lightly tracing the rough back of his hand.
Her nimble tongue lightly licked her upper lip, igniting a burning desire in him.
Seeing Lan Ling's expression, Huang Liu felt a nameless jealousy rise within him. He slammed the plate full of beef onto
the table and turned to leave.
Lan Ling didn't even glance at Huang Liu; her crescent-shaped eyes were fixed on Jiang Hanlong.
Jiang Hanlong sneered at Huang Liu's unsteady steps, "Your lover is angry. Judging by these unsteady steps,
you must have drained him dry last night."
Lan Ling giggled, "Huang Liu hasn't touched a woman in years. I'm doing this on behalf of Heaven. But the one I
most want to drain is the one known as the Land Dragon King, Chief Jiang." Lan Ling looked at Jiang Hanlong seductively, pressing
his rough hand against her exposed breasts. Her smiling eyes were even more captivating.
Jiang Hanlong forcefully shook off Lan Ling's hand and smiled coldly, "Chief Lan, you don't need to use your seductive arts on me.
I have a natural resistance to them." "I originally wanted Chief Jiang to experience unprecedented pleasure, but I didn't expect him to be
so unromantic," Lan Ling said with some disappointment.
Lan Ling's seductive expression vanished, replaced by a serious one. "According to intelligence from Jiangnan, the three top experts of the Thunderbolt Hall have arrived at the riverbank.
They will arrive today by ferry. We will ambush them from the shadows and strive to annihilate their reinforcements in one fell swoop." Lan Ling's
previously alluring expression suddenly became dignified and serene, even the exposed flesh of her breasts seemed sacred, giving off
an untouchable aura.
Jiang Hanlong looked at Lan Ling and couldn't help but think that this foxy woman was indeed fickle, transforming from a harlot to a proud princess in an instant.
Jiang Hanlong looked away from Lan Ling and asked, "Which three top experts of the Thunderbolt Hall?" "Mad Lion Lei Meng, Iron Calculator
Lei Mingwei, and Fire Whirlwind Lei Ruoer," Lan Ling said, counting on her fingers.
"The Lei Bao couple didn't even make a move?" Jiang Hanlong was surprised.
Lan Ling smiled slightly and said, "Jiangnan has more important matters for them to handle. Now we just need
to conserve our strength and deliver a fatal blow to the Thunderbolt Hall." "More important matters, even more urgent than Qingyue Manor!" Jiang
Hanlong was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself.
Lan Ling stood up, preparing to leave, but Jiang Hanlong pulled her into his arms, his large hands
roaming over her body.
"Oh my, I thought Chief Jiang was as hard as stone, but I never expected him to be so charming."
Lan Ling let out an exaggerated moan, her prim and proper expression instantly transforming into her usual alluring one.
"Elder Zhuo, with Hall Master Lan here, the White Tiger Hall members must all be in Jiangbei, right?" Jiang Hanlong
played with Lan Ling's breasts through her clothes.
"Hehe, Chief Jiang, feel free to use your charm on me. I'll tell you everything you want to know
." Lan Ling reached out and hooked her arm around Jiang Hanlong's neck.
Jiang Hanlong had intended to use his closeness with Lan Ling to extract more information about the Demonic Sect, but now that Lan Ling had hit the
nail on , his face flushed, and his large hands, which had been fondling her breasts, stopped.
With a clang, seeing Jiang Hanlong embracing Lan Ling, Huang Liu angrily threw the plate on the ground,
grabbed a kitchen knife, and charged at Jiang Hanlong, furious that Jiang Hanlong had taken away the tenderness he had just enjoyed.
"Daddy, what are you doing?" Huang Meier, who had just changed her clothes, saw Huang Liu
storming .
Seeing Huang Meier return to the hall, Jiang Hanlong shoved Lan Ling away; he still couldn't be as
carefree as he wanted in front of the child.
Lan Ling skipped out of the inn like a little girl, her hands behind her back, and waved to Jiang Hanlong as she looked at the sky.
In the setting sun, Lan Ling looked delicate and charming; her naturally smiling eyes, combined with her exquisite face, were breathtaking.
Jiang Hanlong walked to her side, and Lan Ling tiptoed and whispered in Jiang Hanlong's ear, "The ferry will be back soon
. We have an hour. I'll wait for you there." Lan Ling smiled charmingly and pointed to the overgrown woods beside the ferry.
Chapter Seven: Abuse and Rape
. At the ferry crossing after the rain, the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums mingled with the damp air.
Deep in the woods along the riverbank, Lan Ling, her face flushed, stood gracefully on the muddy wet ground
, beckoning to Jiang Hanlong, like a reserved maiden finally seeing her long-lost lover.
When Jiang Hanlong reached her and stopped, the reserved maiden transformed into a gentle and attentive wife,
her slender fingers skillfully unbuttoning his clothes, like a devoted wife undressing her husband. Rumors
circulated in the martial world that Pink Fox was promiscuous and cunning. Jiang Hanlong had witnessed it firsthand; from a reserved maiden to a virtuous
wife, Pink Fox instantly displayed two different personas before him.
"Have the White Tiger Hall members all come to Jiangbei?" Jiang Hanlong allowed Lan Ling to undo his belt.
"Right now, only Elder Zhuo and I are in Jiangbei," Lan Ling replied, her slender hand slipping between Jiang Hanlong's
legs .
"The rest of the White Tiger Hall members aren't here? Where did they all go?" Jiang Hanlong was somewhat surprised. Logically, since
White Tiger Hall Master Lan Ling and Zhuo Linqing had come, the rest of the White Tiger Hall members should have followed.
"Hehe, the rest of them went to Jiangnan with Elder Mo," Lan Ling replied with a charming laugh.
"Qingtian Dao Xie Mo Buli? No wonder Lei Bao and his wife from the Thunderbolt Hall didn't come to aid Qingyue Manor," Jiang Hanlong
muttered to himself.
"There are many sects in Jiangnan, and countless experts. Elder Mo and his Vermilion Bird Hall would have a hard time dealing with them, so they had to temporarily borrow people from my
White Tiger Hall ," Lan Ling said with some pride.
"So, Thunderbolt Sword God Yue Zhonghai is in the Central Plains." Jiang Hanlong suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Chief Jiang is indeed a dragon among men. He was able to guess the location of the Grand Elder just from a few words from me," Lan Ling
chuckled .
Judging from the Demonic Cult's early planning, with numerous sects in the Central Plains and the martial arts masters of Shaolin and Wudang, the situation was naturally handled by the cult leader
and the most powerful elder, Yue Zhonghai, along with his Azure Dragon Hall and Black Tortoise Hall. The relatively weaker Jiangnan region
was managed by Mo Buli and the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger Halls. Jiangbei, with only the Qingyue Manor and the Jianglong Gang as major sects, was naturally
entrusted to the weakest, Zhuo Linqing. It seemed the martial arts world was about to be plunged into bloodshed again. Jiang Hanlong couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"So big!" Lan Ling's mouth gaped open in surprise as she pulled Jiang Hanlong's muscular phallus
out .
Lan Ling couldn't believe her eyes; the burly Jiang Hanlong's muscular phallus was equally astonishing. Even before
it was erect was the size of an egg, and the thick, long shaft felt heavy in her hand.
Gazing at the thick, dark penis, Lan Ling felt as if she had found a treasure, her mouth practically watering. She knelt down,
grasped , and opened her cherry lips wide, swallowing the enormous glans. The moment the glans entered, her small mouth
was already full, her fragrant tongue slowly swirling around it.
With his young son kidnapped by Zhuo Linqing and his wife being used and abused by Zhuo Linqing, Jiang Hanlong
felt no interest whatsoever in the face of the Demonic Sect's leader; his massive penis showed no sign of hardening.
Lan Ling diligently sucked on Jiang Hanlong's glans, her slender hands kneading his two large testicles. She
couldn't wait to see the power of such an astonishingly erect penis.
Looking at Lan Ling's seductive smiling eyes and wanton teasing, Jiang Hanlong felt himself becoming her plaything.
His young son and wife were already under her control; he could no longer be controlled, completely losing his initiative.
With a "rip," Jiang Hanlong tore Lan Ling's top apart. Freed from the constraints of her clothes, her full
breasts trembled slightly in the air, her nipples as pink and tender as unopened virgins. Jiang Hanlong's large hands forcefully grasped her large
breasts, his rough fingers sinking into the slippery flesh. His palms pressed the tender nipples into the flesh, grinding them rapidly until they
slowly hardened under his rough hands.
Lan Ling knelt on the slippery mud, her delicate face upturned, her expression alluring and seductive. Her expressive,
smiling eyes began to glaze over, her lips clenched tightly, her smooth, fragrant tongue licking the penis more intensely. She felt the glans hardening in her warm
mouth , and slowly twisted her slender waist, like a female dog wagging its tail in supplication.
Before Lan Ling could utter a soft "hmm," the enormous glans pressed heavily against her throat, the thick shaft
becoming exceptionally hard, the glans filling her entire delicate mouth.
Jiang Hanlong's face contorted into a ferocious expression. Lan Ling was startled, her tongue pressing against the glans, trying to force it out.
Suddenly, Jiang Hanlong's large hand reached behind her head and pressed down hard, while simultaneously thrusting his hips
forward The glans, too large to pass through, was stuck in her esophagus.
Lan Ling stretched her neck, trying to vomit but unable to. Tears welled in her smiling eyes, making her look pitiful.
She
pushed against Jiang Hanlong's thick thighs with her slender hands, trying to vomit. Jiang Hanlong slightly relaxed his hand behind her head, while simultaneously pulling his hips back. The enormous glans slowly retreated to
her pearly teeth, which blocked the coronal sulcus. Lan Ling opened her mouth wide, pressing her jaw with her slender hands, hoping
the glans would withdraw quickly.
But Jiang Hanlong wouldn't let her off so easily. Looking at her wide-open mouth, he sneered. Taking advantage of her forceful attempt
to separate her jaw, he pressed both hands against the back of her head and thrust his hips forward rapidly. The powerful impact forced the
glans into her esophagus.
"Ugh..." Lan Ling's neck suddenly stretched out, a large bulge protruding from her throat, resembling a glans penis. Jiang Hanlong's
rough hands gripped Lan Ling's neck, feeling the swelling of his glans through her skin.
Jiang Hanlong continued to exert force, the large bulge on Lan Ling's neck moving downwards until his thick, engorged
member was fully inside her mouth, his thick pubic hair pressing against her nostrils.
Lan Ling felt the enormous glans almost pushing into her stomach, suffocating her. Jiang Hanlong then
slowly pulled his member out, gastric juices rising with it, the glans returning from her esophagus to her mouth, gastric juices
flowing from the corners of her mouth. Lan Ling took two difficult breaths, and the glans slammed in again.
"Ugh..." Lan Ling, kneeling on the ground, frantically clawed at the muddy, wet ground with her slender hands. Tears welled in her charmingly smiling
eyes .
"So satisfying," Jiang Hanlong thought fiercely. Because of his enormous penis, even on his wedding night with Qingling,
only a small portion of it had entered. Afterwards, Qingling's vagina was swollen, and she lay in bed for three days, too afraid to get up.
Jiang Hanlong had never fully penetrated Qingling in bed, even after she gave birth to their son, when her vagina had loosened considerably,
making it difficult for him to be completely satisfied. But facing this leader of the Demonic Sect, Jiang Hanlong showed no mercy. His thick
penis relentlessly attacked Lanling's esophagus, penetrating her completely each time.
Lanling struggled weakly like a dying swan, the penis slowly being pulled out. Rough hands
forcefully pried open her teeth, and the enormous glans suddenly leaped from her cherry lips. Like a general on a battlefield,
it swollen and arrogant before Lanling.
This swollen glans was as big as her fist, its thick, black shaft twisted and gnarled, longer than her forearm.
Mucus from its stomach clung to its body, making the black dragon appear ferocious and terrifying in the setting sun. It was hard to imagine such a massive penis completely
entering a woman's mouth.
The angry dragon withdrew from her cherry lips, and Lan Ling collapsed onto the muddy ground, vomiting. Her smooth, bare back heaved rhythmically, her torn
long dress clung to her waist. Jiang Hanlong grabbed her purple corset and ripped it off, the bright yellow dress scattering beneath her, leaving Lan
Ling completely naked.
"Stand up," Jiang Hanlong said, his large hand slapping her plump buttocks hard,
leaving .
"What a cruel woman," Lan Ling gasped, her eyes glazed, saliva still trickling from her cherry lips. She braced herself
against a tree trunk, her back to Jiang Hanlong, and shakily stood up.
Lan Ling wasn't petite, but compared to the burly Jiang Hanlong, she appeared much smaller. Leaning against him
, his astonishingly large penis was already at her waist. Jiang Hanlong held her slender waist, slowly lifting her, his
thick, long penis sliding inward from her waist into her buttocks, her toes already raised.
Due to the height difference, even though Lan Ling stood on tiptoe, Jiang Hanlong's broad back was still slightly arched. His enormous
glans pressed against her tender vulva, and he slowly exerted force with his waist, pushing Lan Ling's labia into her vulva. The vulva parted on both sides, and
the glans was too large for the tight little hole to easily accommodate. Under the resistance of the vulva, the erect penis bent at
a certain arc. With the pressure of Jiang Hanlong's waist, the arc became larger and larger, and the tender flesh around the vulva was
completely pressed into the cavity by the huge glans. The arched penis was like a fully drawn bow, but it was blocked by the tight vulva.
Lan Ling's small mouth was wide open in tension, just like her tender vulva, anticipating the entry of the penis.
Jiang Hanlong gripped Lan Ling's waist tightly with both hands, his arched back thrusting forward with force. Like a taut bow,
he violently tore open the girl's tender vulva, his thick, long penis tearing at the tightly wrapped flesh.
It plunged deep into the girl's honeyed depths.
"Ah...so...heartless..." The immense impact almost made Lan Ling
jump , the sudden surge of pleasure making her unable to stand, her slender hands gripping the tree trunk tightly to prevent herself from collapsing.
The enraged dragon had reached the very end of her honeyed depths, its thick, hard penis pressing against the girl's delicate clitoris. The exposed shaft
was as long as a fist. If it were Qing Ling in front of him, Jiang Hanlong wouldn't want to continue tormenting his beloved wife, but facing this
demonic woman from the evil sect, Jiang Hanlong fiercely tightened his grip on her waist, his thick waist thrusting forward with force.
"Ah...it's going to pierce through, ah..." With each inch of the penis entering, Lan Ling felt her vulva
being pierced, her sensitive core torn apart. Lan Ling's eyebrows furrowed, her pretty face contorted in pain.
Finally, Jiang Hanlong's massive abdomen pressed against her plump, round buttocks, and Lan Ling let out a long breath,
panting .
Jiang Hanlong then slowly withdrew his massive penis from Lan Ling's body, the rough glans scraping against the tightly wrapped tender flesh, drawing out
glistening fluid little by little from her labia.
"So...comfortable...mmm" The tender opening, stretched and scraped tightly, gripped the penis, bringing a deadly
pleasure .
When the penis was withdrawn to the entrance, the large glans was stretched into a bulge by the tender flesh of the opening, and the lustful fluid between the flesh
flowed her slender legs. Jiang Hanlong's large hands once again gripped her slender waist, and the penis violently thrust into her jade cave, the thick
, long penis penetrating to the very root, his strong waist and abdomen slamming against her buttocks.
"Ah...it hurts so much." A fiery dragon raged between her flesh, a deadly numbness accompanied by tearing pain. Lan Ling's
pretty face turned to the sky, her arms tightly hugging the large tree in front of her, her small mouth gasping for breath.
Jiang Hanlong, like a mighty knight holding the reins, gripped her long, black hair with one hand
while slapping Lan Ling's round, plump buttocks hard with the other. His raging dragon relentlessly ravaged the fleshy opening before him, the slapping sounds of his belly hitting her buttocks echoing
incessantly.
"Gently... ah... I want... I want it." Lan Ling's hair was pulled, her charming face and alluring
eyes looking pitifully at Jiang Hanlong.
Jiang Hanlong's rough hands slapped her plump buttocks forcefully, the bright red handprints on her flesh standing out vividly under
his impact .
"Ah... um... so good." Lan Ling cried out in a high-pitched moan, her body tensing, her arms gripping the tree trunk tightly.
Jiang Hanlong felt the honeyed opening contract rapidly, a surge of heat gushing from the depths of her flesh. Jiang Hanlong quickly
withdrew his dragon, the heat from the honeyed opening shooting out with his penis, spraying onto the muddy, damp earth.
Lan Ling gasped for breath, her taut legs giving way, her delicate body collapsing onto the muddy, wet ground,
limp and powerless.
As the leader of the Jianglong Gang, one of the two major gangs in Jiangbei, Jiang Hanlong had been with many women, but only Lan Ling could
completely accept his thick, long penis.
Jiang Hanlong thought to himself, "So much fluid is gushing out."
Looking at the convulsing woman at his feet and the large amount of vaginal fluid gushing from her crotch, Jiang Hanlong was surprised, yet a
sense of accomplishment arose within him.
Jiang Hanlong embraced the limp body, pressing her against the tree trunk, his thick, long penis attacking the depths of her honeyed orifice once more.
"No…don't…" Lan Ling gasped and groaned in resistance, but his thick, long penis relentlessly invaded
her forbidden territory again.
"Ugh," Lan Ling spread her long legs as wide as possible, her weak resistance turning into feeble groans.
Jiang Hanlong, like a ferocious beast ravaging its beautiful prey, frantically pounded into Lan Ling's plump buttocks. His
thick raging member repeatedly tore open her honeyed passage, penetrating deep into her core, stimulating Lan Ling's sensitive nerves.
Lan Ling was like a lone boat in a stormy sea, swaying precariously with Jiang Hanlong's powerful attacks.
Her delicate body rubbed against the rough tree trunk. Jiang Hanlong's hands slipped under her armpits, and Lan Ling,
her upper body , arched slightly. His large hands easily grasped her proud breasts, the tender flesh
swaying up and down with each of Jiang Hanlong's thrusts. His rough fingers pinched the delicate nipples at the tips of her breasts, rubbing them forcefully against the rough tree trunk, almost
tearing them apart.
"Ah!" The pain in her nipples only made Lan Ling scream with excitement. The heat deep within her honeyed passage surged again, as
the huge penis attacked the flower bud deep within her honeyed passage once more, the heat gushing forth.
Jiang Hanlong felt the honeyed passage tighten again, making each thrust more difficult.
Lan Ling's body became limp and powerless. Apart from his tightly gripped breasts, her delicate flesh had no support whatsoever.
Each thrust of the enormous penis sent shivers of weakness through her limp body.
"The ferry is back!" The boatman's loud voice echoed from the distant river. On the riverbank, the pretty Mei'er
jumped and waved joyfully at the ferry.
Hearing the boatman's call, Jiang Hanlong released his grip on her breasts. Without the support of his large hands, Lan Ling's frail
body slumped against the rough tree trunk. The thick, black penis withdrew inch by inch from her vagina as she collapsed. Once
it was completely out of her honeyed depths, the hard penis suddenly sprang up and shot into the sky. Under the setting sun, the enormous penis stood proudly,
its shaft glistening with the girl's vaginal fluids, and its large glans swollen with an astonishing engorgement.
Lan Ling gasped for breath, her body covered in fine beads of sweat.
Her honeyed orifice, long penetrated by the massive rod, felt as if it had been torn apart; the opening was wide open, and lustful fluids slowly flowed from it. Lan Ling's captivating smiling eyes gazed at the enormous penis, her dazed
eyes filled with the satisfaction of conquest and a fascination with the thick, black rod.
Deep in the dense forest, Jiang Hanlong, naked and strong, looked towards the riverbank.
Zhang Bo, the ferryman, rowed the boat to a still spot and threw the rope towards the ferry dock. Huang Meier, with her slender hands, held the rope and helped Zhang Bo stop the boat.
Five people emerged from the boat awning, including a tall, burly man with a fierce face and bushy beard.
"Mad Lion Lei Meng." Lan Ling knelt on the wet ground of the dense forest, still savoring the afterglow of her recent climax,
her naked body still convulsing slightly.
Beside Lei Meng stood a middle-aged man with a fair complexion, dressed in a long robe that covered his body. His pale hand, visible through the sleeve, held an
abacus . He appeared refined and amiable, like a schoolteacher or a bookkeeper.
Lan Ling, peering through the trees at the abacus, said, "Iron Calculator Lei Mingwei."
Behind Lei Mingwei, two young men, barely twenty, stepped past him and onto the riverbank.
The two youths were dressed in fine clothes, each carrying a sword, seemingly江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people of the martial arts world), yet they were not with the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall
.
Jiang Hanlong, watching the two youths' footsteps, shook his head slightly. These youths were dressed in magnificent brocade robes, and their swords were also…
They were no ordinary men, but their unsteady gait suggested limited martial arts skills; they were likely spoiled scions of wealthy families
wandering the martial world.
To put it nicely, they were wandering the martial world; to put it bluntly, they were sightseeing, womanizing, and such scions
were usually accompanied by skilled bodyguards.
The two youths went ashore, glancing back at the boat awning from time to time. Mad Lion Lei Meng glared at them, coughing loudly like a
thunderclap. The two youths trembled and quickly left.
"Little girl, does this inn have a toilet?" a young man in brocade robes asked Mei'er with a charming smile.
"How could an inn not have a toilet?" Mei'er covered her mouth and giggled.
Mei'er's face was as beautiful as a flower, her smile like a swaying branch. The young man in brocade robes was mesmerized. He was about to tease her further when Mad Lion
Lei Meng stomped his foot, making the earth tremble. The young man's charming smile froze, and he gripped his sword hilt as if
to draw it.
Another young man in brocade robes hurriedly pushed away Lei Meng's hand, which was about to draw his sword, saying, "Brother, don't stoop to
the .
It's more important to go to the restroom quickly." The young man, knowing that Lei Meng was no ordinary opponent, readily agreed and was pulled along towards the riverside inn.
Watching the young man flee in a panic, Lei Mingwei, the Iron Calculator, smiled slightly and patted Lei Meng's arm, saying, "
You scared those two young masters from the Lingran Sword Sect half to death."
"You know, this old Zhu is quite a powerful figure, how come he raised such two young masters?" Lei Meng
shook his head, watching the young man's retreating figure.
Lei Mingwei chuckled and said, "A doting mother spoils her son. Although their mother, Jade-Faced Rakshasa,
is renowned in the martial world, she spoils these two boys too much."
"Speaking of Jade-Faced Rakshasa..." Lei Meng's eyebrows danced with excitement, but he suddenly stopped talking.
A pretty young woman emerged from the boat's awning, wearing a red bodysuit, her fiery red cloak billowing in
the autumn wind .
Jiang Hanlong thought to himself, "This must be Lei Ruo'er, the Fire Whirlwind."
The girl went ashore and headed straight for the dense forest, her movements incredibly fast, almost like riding the wind, her fiery red cloak
fluttering .
"Her lightness skill is probably no less than Lin Yuerou's; this Fire Whirlwind's movement technique is indeed extraordinary," Jiang Hanlong sighed inwardly.
Seeing the girl heading straight for his hiding place, Jiang Hanlong was startled. This Fire Whirlwind was known as the second-best
fighter in the Thunderbolt Hall, her martial arts skills rivaling those of the Thunderbolt Hall Master, Lei Bao. Had she already discovered him?
Jiang Hanlong clenched his fists, ready to strike at any moment against Lei Ruo'er.
Chapter Eight: Jiangnan Reinforcements
"Don't be nervous, there'll be a good show soon." Lan Ling pulled Jiang Hanlong towards a more secluded spot deep in the forest
.
"Ruo'er, why are you running so fast again?" Lei Meng roared, trying to chase after her, but was pulled back by Lei Mingwei.
"Sixth Uncle, why are you pulling me?" Lei Meng asked, his eyes wide.
Lei Mingwei frowned and said, "Wait here, Ruo'er will be back soon."
Lei Meng shouted, "Once we reach Jiangbei territory, I'm afraid Ruo'er will be in danger." "You brat, you're yelling again. Do you really
think the Jianglong Gang won't know we're here?"
Looking at the reckless Lei Meng, Lei Mingwei's anger flared up.
Lei Mingwei's anger immediately deflated Lei Meng, and this fierce mad lion turned into a gentle lamb.
"I'm just afraid Ruo'er is in danger," Lei Meng said coyly.
"Wait here." Lei Mingwei's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irresistible authority.
Lei Ruo'er rushed into the dense forest, looked around, and seeing no one, lifted her skirt with both hands and quickly squatted down.
Deep in the forest, Jiang Hanlong's tense heart finally relaxed. He had thought Lei Ruo'er had discovered him, but it turned out this
Jiangnan heroine was just in a hurry to relieve herself.
"Well? Is now the best time to subdue Lei Ruo'er?" Lan Ling's slightly downturned smiling eyes revealed
an indescribable lewdness.
Lei Ruoer had her back to the two men. Although she was urinating, her fiery red cloak completely covered her body, and Jiang Hanlong and the other man
could only see the red cloak fluttering in the breeze.
This was the perfect opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Jiang Hanlong glanced at his and Lan Ling'er's naked bodies and shook his head slightly.
"I didn't expect our Chief Jiang to be so concerned about his image. If Chief Jiang doesn't make a move, this humble servant will,"
Lan Ling smiled seductively, but showed no intention of attacking.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, and the fiery red cloak billowed up.
With a soft cry, Lei Ruoer reached back to grab the cloak.
Jiang Hanlong's erection leaped up, and the golden
liquid her fair buttocks trembling slightly in the wind.
The perfect shape of her buttocks made Jiang Hanlong's heart race, and his thick, dark erection stood proudly erect.
A flicker of apprehension crossed Lan Ling's eyes. She knelt down, her slender hands grasping the massive penis, her tongue darting from her cherry lips
to gently lick its large head.
A cool chill ran through Jiang Hanlong's penis, and fear
flashed across Lan Ling's face as she knelt. Fear and panic rapidly creased her pretty features.
Jiang Hanlong looked around warily, finding nothing amiss, yet a strange pressure
emanated from him, a feeling that left him bewildered.
"Help!" Even Lan Ling's cry was eerily terrifying.
The Pink Fox was lustful, cunning, and unpredictable. Only now did Jiang Hanlong truly grasp Lan Ling's astonishing cunning and unpredictability.
It was too late. Lei Ruo'er had already rushed in from afar, her speed reaching its peak. In an instant, she attacked,
her Emei dagger .
Jiang Hanlong leaped back, Lei Ruo'er shielding Lan Ling behind her.
"You lecherous thief!" Looking at the naked Jiang Hanlong, Lei Ruoer's pretty face flushed red, her beautiful eyes lowered, unable to look directly at him.
Behind Lei Ruoer, Lan Ling made a face at Jiang Hanlong, her slender fingers slowly approaching
the Fengmen .
"Ruoer, step back." A deep voice revealed extraordinary internal strength; Tie Suanzi Lei Mingwei was already behind her.
Lan Ling secretly exclaimed, "What a pity!" and withdrew her finger that had been attacking Lei Ruoer.
"You lecherous thief, don't run!" Mad Lion Lei Meng arrived last, his iron fist chasing straight for the naked Jiang Hanlong.
Jiang Hanlong landed on his feet, leaping into the air to clash with Lei Meng's punch. With a loud
"boom," a violent impact resounded in the air, and Lei Meng flew backward like a kite. Jiang
Hanlong, using the force of Lei Meng's punch, also flew backward, landing on treetops and escaping.
"Don't pursue a desperate enemy." Lei Mingwei grabbed Lei Meng, who was about to give chase.
"That thief's skill is formidable. Why didn't Ruo'er stop him earlier? His lightness skill is no match for yours."
Lei Meng said, turning around.
Lei Ruo'er's pretty face flushed red, and she stammered, "He, he wasn't wearing..."
"Shut up, you brat." Lei Mingwei scolded Lei Meng.
"What did I say wrong again?" Lei Meng asked, puzzled, turning to Lan Ling.
Lan Ling was completely naked, her perfect body exposed before Lei Meng's eyes, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. Her
delicate face was filled with shyness and sorrow.
Lei Meng was stunned. Tie Suanzi took off his robe and covered Lan Ling's entire body with it.
"You brat, still looking?" Lei Ruo'er pushed Lei Meng away and helped the timid Lan Ling out of the woods.
"How dare you speak to your older brother like that, little girl?" Lei Meng said, looking at Lan Ling's graceful back.
Lei Mingwei patted Lei Meng's shoulder with a meaningful smile and followed Lei Ruo'er out.
After leaving the woods, Lei Ruo'er and Lan Ling went into the boat awning. Lei Meng wanted to follow, but Lei Mingwei stopped him.
"Why are you stopping me again, Sixth Uncle?" Lei Meng asked, puzzled.
"Don't come in!" Lei Ruo'er screamed from inside the awning.
********** ... She knew this story might fool the young Lei Ruo'er and the impetuous Lei Meng, but it would likely fall apart in front of the worldly-wise Lei Mingwei. The girl's sobbing filled Lei Meng with both heartache and irritation. After waiting for a long time, all he heard was crying; not a single complete sentence. Lei Meng stomped his foot angrily and said, "I'm going to the inn for a bowl of wine." Lei Meng strode away. Lei Mingwei, looking at the still-crying Lan Ling, said, "Miss, do you have anywhere to go? Should we take you home?" "Sixth Uncle, this girl is only..." Lei Ruo'er meant that Lan Ling had just been rescued, and if they took her away again, she might encounter another lecherous thief and there would be no way to save her. Lei Mingwei stopped Lei Ruo'er with a look, his bright eyes fixed on Lan Ling. "My home is nearby; there's no need for you two to trouble yourselves," Lan Ling replied, sobbing. "I'll take you home myself," Lei Ruo'er said, still worried. "Ruo'er, since the young lady's home is nearby and we have urgent business, let's not cause any more trouble," Lei Mingwei stopped Lei Ruo'er. "But Sixth Uncle..." Lei Ruo'er knew her Sixth Uncle was resourceful, and seeing Lei Mingwei's serious expression, she dared speak further. "It's just that the young lady's beautiful dress..." Lan Ling stopped sobbing. "I'll give it to you, sister. You look beautiful in it too." Lei Ruo'er was naturally flamboyant and loved fiery red clothes . Seeing Lan Ling swaying gracefully in her own fiery red dress, she couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill. "This humble woman thanks you all so much. I will never forget your great kindness," Lan Ling said pitifully. "Young lady, please go quickly, or you'll have to walk in the dark," Lei Mingwei clearly wanted to send Lan Ling away. Watching Lan Ling leave, Lei Ruo'er felt a pang of guilt for not doing her best to help the weak. "Fourth Uncle, should we help her..." Lei Ruo'er said, looking at Lei Mingwei. Lei Mingwei looked at Lei Ruoer and asked, "What do you think of that lecher's martial arts?" "I didn't see clearly," Lei Ruoer said, her pretty face slightly flushed. At that time, Jiang Hanlong was completely naked, and Lei Ruoer, an unmarried young girl, naturally didn't want to look up too much. "I saw him fighting with Lei Meng," Lei Mingwei said thoughtfully. "Did you see anything? Do you think there's something wrong with this girl?" Lei Ruoer asked, looking at Lan Ling's back. She knew that her fourth uncle's words must have a deeper meaning. "That lecher's martial arts are probably no less than Bao'er's," Lei Mingwei said with a serious expression. "You mean he's no less skilled than Second Brother?" Lei Ruoer felt a sense of unease. Lei Bao, as the leader of the Thunderbolt Hall, was unparalleled in martial arts in Jiangnan. If that lecher's martial arts were no weaker than Lei Bao's, then this person's martial arts would also be among the top masters in Jiangbei. "No, if that lecher really had such martial arts, Big Brother should have been injured by his fists," Lei Ruoer said after thinking for a moment. "That's the problem. If that lecherous thief had struck with all his might, Lei Meng would have been injured by his fist." That 's what I don't understand. "Why didn't he go all out?" Lei Mingwei seemed to be talking to himself, yet also asking Lei Ruoer. "Perhaps he wanted to escape as quickly as possible, or perhaps he was panicked," Lei Ruoer said after thinking for a moment. "That's possible, but with his martial arts skills, that defenseless girl would have had no chance of making a sound, let alone calling for help," Lei Mingwei said with a smile. "Oh, now that you mention it, Uncle Liu, I also think there's something wrong with that girl. Should I follow her to find out what's going on?" Lei Ruoer suddenly realized, and couldn't help but admire Uncle Liu's meticulousness. "No need, business is more important." Lei Mingwei shook his head and strode towards the riverside inn. "Hmph..." Lei Ruoer was unhappy that Uncle Liu didn't agree, and pouted as she quickly followed. Both tables at the riverside inn were occupied. At the left table, two young masters from the Lingran Sword Sect placed two precious swords on the table; the gold hilts inlaid with jade indicated their considerable value. Lei Mingwei and his two companions sat at the right table, eating meat and drinking wine heartily. The inn, already small, felt crowded with five people. With Lei Meng nearby, the two young masters from the Lingran Sword Sect dared not speak loudly, only whispering among themselves. "The beef for the two young masters has arrived," Mei'er's voice was like a warbling nightingale, soothing to the ear. The beef was placed on the table, and Mei'er looked at the precious swords on the table and exclaimed, "Your swords are so beautiful, young masters." "Of course, this is the most valuable sword in our Lingran Sword Sect." "Lingran Sword Sect..." Mei'er reached out and touched the hilt. "My name is Zhu Xiao, and this is my elder brother, Zhu Zhao." Zhu Xiao was two years younger than Zhu Zhao, but he appeared more mature and composed. "The Lingran Sword Sect must be a very large sect." Looking at the slick-haired young master, Mei'er felt a sense of goodwill. "Of course, our Lingran Sword Sect is the number one sect in Jiangnan." Zhu Zhao said proudly. "Cough!" Lei Meng coughed heavily, and the narrow space of the inn was shaken and buzzed, and the roof almost collapsed.

"You scared me to death." Mei'er trembled, patting her chest lightly with her slender hand, her expression incredibly alluring.
"You..." Zhu Zhao glared angrily at Lei Meng.
Lei Meng had his back to the two of them and couldn't see Zhu Zhao's angry expression, but he knew that Zhu Zhao's face must be flushed with anger . Thinking of
Zhu Zhao's expression, Lei Meng secretly chuckled.
Zhu Xiao held down his elder brother's hand, while simultaneously grasping Mei'er's slender hand with his other hand, saying, "Don't be afraid, young lady."
Mei'er had grown up in loneliness, unbound by the etiquette of avoiding impropriety between men and women, and naively thought that Zhu Xiao was just offering kind
comfort , unaware of the filth in this young master's heart.
"Little girl, would you like another plate of beef for us?" Lei Ruo'er
frowned as she watched Zhu
Xiao freely holding the young girl's slender hand. "Alright." Mei'er pulled her slender hand out of Zhu Zhao's hand and smiled slightly at him.
"Father, bring another plate of beef for the guests." Mei'er walked back to the kitchen with a smile.
Zhu Xiao watched Mei'er's departing figure greedily, then suddenly caught Lei Ruo'er's disdainful gaze. He quickly looked away and
wolfed down the food on the table.
"Third brother, let's leave quickly. If Steward Zhao catches up with us, we won't be free again," Zhu Zhao
said to Zhu Xiao.
"Check, waiter," Zhu Xiao tossed a piece of silver on the table and pulled Zhu Zhao out of the inn.
"This is too much," Mei'er murmured, clutching the silver in her hand.
"Your sword," Mei'er picked up the sword Zhu Zhao had dropped and chased after him.
"This third brother of the Zhu family is far more cunning than his elder brother. It seems the future Lingran Sword Sect might not belong to Zhu Zhao,
" Iron Calculator Lei Mingwei sighed.
"With that trifled skill? No matter who takes charge of the Lingran Sword Sect, Old Man Zhu's lifelong reputation will be ruined in
their hands," Mad Lion Lei Meng said coldly.
"I'm afraid elder brother, you've misjudged him. I think Zhu Xiao's martial arts are no less than yours or mine," Lei Ruo'er
disagreed with her elder brother's opinion.
"How could this slick-haired kid have such high martial arts skills?" Lei Meng retorted.
Lei Mingwei looked at Lei Ruoer with admiration and said, "Ruoer's eye is getting sharper and sharper. Zhu Xiao's martial arts
are definitely much higher than Zhu Zhao's, but he has been showing weakness to everyone, so this kid is very cunning. However, he
is still not as good as Lei Meng."
"Then you haven't mentioned that Big Brother is almost ten years older than that kid. When that kid reaches Big Brother's age, his martial arts
will probably be no less than Big Brother's." Lei Ruoer was somewhat unconvinced.
"Yes, yes, yes, my dear Miss, you are the strongest in martial arts, alright? Everyone knows that Huo Xuanfeng
's reputation in the Thunderbolt Hall is second only to the Hall Master Lei Bao." Lei Meng and Lei Ruoer argued until their faces turned red.
Lei Mingwei ate meat and drank wine, watching his two nephews playfully bickering with a smile. He was his parents' youngest son,
just over forty, only ten years older than his eldest nephew Lei Meng. Because the age difference was not large,
there was not much of a gap between him and his nephews.
As one of the older generation, with his three older brothers and two older sisters already deceased, he was
the only one left among them. Since Lei Bao wasn't accompanying them, he was the only one making the decisions.
Lei Mingwei stood up and slammed his hand on the table, stopping the two from arguing, saying, "It's only a day's
journey to Qingyue Manor. We'll travel through the night and arrive before dawn."
"Sixth Uncle, another night journey?" Lei Meng said reluctantly.
"Enough with the nonsense." Lei Ruo'er grabbed Lei Meng.
"I haven't finished eating yet." Lei Meng muttered as he picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, only to be dragged away by Lei Ruo'er.
The sun set, birds returned to their nests, and the surging river seemed to calm down considerably.
At the quiet ferry crossing, the occasional giggles of a young girl could be heard.
"Young Master, this water is really sweet." Mei'er poured all the water from her jade bottle into her mouth.
"This is to thank you for returning the sword to me, Miss." Zhu Xiao watched Mei'er pour the water from the jade bottle into her mouth,
his eyes gleaming with fervent light.
Zhu Zhao looked at Mei'er nervously, seemingly expecting something.
"Thank you, young master. Mei'er still needs to go back and help her father tidy up the inn." Mei'er drank some water and turned to leave.
"I have a treasure, young lady, would you like to see it?" Zhu Xiao said mysteriously to Mei'er.
"What treasure?" Mei'er's curiosity was piqued by Zhu Xiao.
"It's over there." Zhu Xiao pointed to a depression by the river in the distance.
Mei'er thought for a moment, resting her chin on her hand, and said, "I'd rather not, it's too far. It's getting dark, and my father
will be worried if he can't find me."
Mei'er turned and walked away quickly. Zhu Xiao winked at Zhu Zhao, and the two of them picked Mei'er up and
ran towards the depression.
"Put me down! Help!" Mei'er was startled at first, then cried out loudly.
Zhu Zhao quickly covered Mei'er's cherry lips
with his hand and ran as fast as he could. In the twilight, the fiery red figure was like the setting sun on the horizon. Lei Ruo'er's Emei daggers pierced into
the knees of both Zhu Zhao and Zhu Xiao at the same time.
With a scream of agony, Zhu Zhao collapsed while running, unable to get up again.
Zhu Xiao, whose martial arts skills far surpassed his brother's, stopped abruptly upon seeing the Emei daggers and pushed Mei'er away with both hands.
Lei Ruo'er caught the flying Mei'er and carefully placed her on the ground. Only after Lei Ruo'er was steady did Lei Meng
arrive.
"Damn it, all you do these days is act like chivalrous heroes," Lei Meng cursed, pulling Zhu Zhao up from the ground
and punching him in the stomach.
With a scream, Zhu Zhao was sent flying three zhang away, blood spurting from his mouth.
"You beast, you don't even spare such a small child!" Lei Meng raised his fist again, lunging at Lei Xiao.
As Zhu Xiao shifted his feet to the side, his longsword was drawn from its sheath, striking Lei Meng's iron fist with lightning speed.
With a "clang," the tip of the sword collided with Lei Meng's fist.
A priceless sword was broken by Lei Meng's fist, but Zhu Xiao, using the force of the blow, flew several meters away,
arriving beside his elder brother Zhu Zhao.
"You scoundrel, your martial arts are indeed far superior to your elder brother's," Lei Meng said, chasing after Lei Xiao with another punch.
Lei Xiao's face showed fear; only the hilt of the broken sword remained in his hand, his fingers gripping it as slender as a maiden
's .
"Lei Meng, stop!" Lei Mingwei stopped Lei Meng.
"Get as far away as you can! If we see you again, we'll kill you without mercy!" Lei Mingwei turned and cursed at Zhu Xiao.
Having witnessed Lei Meng's ferocity, Zhu Xiao dared not utter a word. He helped the heavily injured Zhu Zhao, who had been struck by Lei Meng's fist,
and limped away.
"Why did Sixth Uncle release these two beasts?" Lei Meng roared.
"If you had truly killed them, the Lingran Sword Sect and the Thunderbolt Hall would have been bound together as enemies," Lei Mingwei
said softly.
"But this little girl isn't safe." Lei Meng looked at Mei'er with pity.
Lei Mingwei smiled and said, "With your intervention, would those two beasts dare to provoke them again?"
"Little girl, hurry home." Lei Ruo'er patted Mei'er's shoulder and said.
Chapter Nine: Plans and Conspiracies
The bright moon hung high in the night sky, and trees lined the straight official road. In the peaceful night, a cool
autumn breeze rustled the leaves.
"Why are you here?" Jiang Hanlong looked at the four old men in front of him.
The old men were all around sixty years old, and although their hair and beards were all white, they all looked vigorous and strong.
"Zhang Zhong said that you were fighting the Thunderbolt Hall alone, and he was afraid that you were outnumbered, so he sent the four of us
brothers ." Of the seven masters of the Jianglong Gang, apart from Jiang Hanlong and his senior brother Zhang Zhong, the other
five were the junior brothers of the previous gang leader and the senior uncles of Jiang Hanlong and Zhang Zhong. The five of them were known as the Five Tigers of Jiangbei, and
they held a very high position in the gang. Of the five, Black-Hearted Tiger Du Guang was Zhang Zhong's confidant, while the other four were Jiang Hanlong
's capable assistants.
"Uncle Du didn't come?" Jiang Hanlong thought to himself, a sense of foreboding creeping in. Zhang Zhong was trying to seize power while he was away.
"He and Zhang Zhong besieged Qingyue Manor," said the oldest man.
"What else did Zhang Zhong do after I left?" Jiang Hanlong asked anxiously.
"Zhang Zhong ordered Zhao Feiwu, the leader of the Liuhuo Gang, to lead his men away," the old man replied.
"Qingyue Manor was breached?" Jiang Hanlong was somewhat taken aback.
"No," the old man said.
"Was it Zhang Zhong who ordered them to leave?" Jiang Hanlong continued.
"Yes."
"Zhang Zhong." Jiang Hanlong's large, rough hands clenched, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.
Zhang Zhong dismissed four of the Five Tigers of Jiangbei, leaving only his
ally Zhao Feiwu's Flowing Fire Gang. This was undoubtedly a move to eliminate his own power base, allowing Zhang Zhong to seize sole control and more easily manage the Jianglong
Gang. Jiang Hanlong wasn't too concerned about Zhang Zhong's power grab; with his martial arts skills and prestige within the gang, he could easily wrest the Jianglong Gang back from Zhang Zhong with a single call
to arms .
Jiang Hanlong's real worry was Zhuo Linqing, the White-Haired Flower Thief of the Demonic Sect. Apart from Jiang Hanlong, Zhang Zhong, and Qingling,
the rest of the gang were unaware of Zhuo Linqing's existence. The Jianglong Gang members believed Jiang Hanlong's attack on Qingyue Manor was
for the purpose of dominating Jiangbei, unaware that Jiang Hanlong was forced to attack Qingyue Manor because his young son had been coerced by Zhuo Linqing.
To Jiang Hanlong, Zhang Zhong was merely a minor, negligible obstacle. The real threat
was Zhuo Linqing, who had kidnapped his young son. To deal with Zhuo Linqing, he first had to rescue his son. He dared not use
the Jianglong Gang's power, fearing it would arouse Zhuo Linqing's suspicion and harm his child.
"Uncle-Masters, you should all go back and lie in ambush around Qingyue Manor. Don't let Zhang Zhong discover you," Jiang Hanlong
said, looking at his four uncles.
"What's going on, Gang Leader?" one of them asked, puzzled.
"Zhang Zhong wants to seize the position of Jianglong Gang leader, so he's sent you all away, leaving only Third Uncle Du Guang to help him
seize control of the gang," Jiang Hanlong explained.
"He's gone too far! We brothers will chop that brat's head off!" Flying Tiger Dong Lei, hot-tempered,
cursed Zhang Zhong.
"Uncle-Master, please don't be angry. We'll decide everything when I get back. You must remain hidden and not act
rashly without my permission." Jiang Hanlong was afraid Dong Lei would cause trouble upon his return. If it were just Zhang Zhong and Du Guang,
his four uncles would be enough to quell this internal strife. But with Zhuo Linqing involved, his uncles would be
doomed.
"Can you handle the Thunderbolt Hall alone?" asked Xia Zhongliang, the eldest and cold-faced tiger.
Jiang Hanlong chuckled and said, "Uncle-Master, don't worry. When have you ever seen your nephew fight a battle he's not confident in?"
"Alright, since the leader says so, let's listen to him and go back to ambush around Qingyue Manor,"
Xia Zhongliang said.
The other three were Xia Zhongliang's junior brothers, who trusted him implicitly. Seeing his words, they all
left.
Jiang Hanlong stopped Xia Zhongliang and instructed him, "Uncle-Master, you must keep an eye on Uncle-Master Dong. Remember , he must not act
rashly without my orders."
"Don't worry, Chief, these three old bones are in Xia Zhongliang's care. He won't cause any problems," Xia Zhongliang
said, patting Jiang Hanlong on the shoulder.
"Yes, with Uncle-Master's words, I'm relieved," Jiang Hanlong said. The four of them walked very quickly, and in the blink of an eye,
the earth returned to silence, with only the rustling of leaves. Under the moonlight, Jiang Hanlong's gaze
stretched along the straight official road into the distance. When three figures appeared on the road, a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
The figures grew closer and closer. Lei Meng's tall figure walked in front, head held high, his expression imposing like
a general who had just conquered a battlefield.
"You scoundrel, you actually dare to wait for us here!" Lei Meng recognized Jiang Hanlong as the lecherous thief from the jungle during the day
and charged forward with his fists raised.
Lei Mingwei frowned and said, "Lei Meng, stop." As Lei Mingwei shouted to stop Lei Meng, Lei Meng had already rushed
in front of Jiang Hanlong, his iron fist just inches from Jiang Hanlong's nose.
Jiang Hanlong was just as tall as Lei Meng. When Lei Meng charged, he didn't move at all, not even
closing his eyes, as if preparing to take Lei Meng's iron fist with his nose.
"Ah!" Lei Ruoer screamed. She could imagine the scene of this lecherous thief's skull shattering under Lei Meng's iron fist;
the bloody sight made her feel a little unbearable.
Hearing Lei Mingwei's shout to stop Lei Meng, Jiang Hanlong opened his eyes with a smile.
"Chief Jiang is too audacious. Who knew I, Lei, would speak up to stop him?" Lei Mingwei's tightly clenched hands were also
sweating.
"What? He's Jiang Hanlong of the Jianglong Gang?" Lei Meng asked.
Jiang Hanlong smiled slightly and said, "Everyone in the martial world knows that Iron Calculator Lei Mingwei is exceptionally intelligent and meticulous. I, Jiang,
am willing to bet my life on Iron Calculator's wit."
"Haha, even if I, Lei, hadn't intervened, I believe my nephew wouldn't have been able to harm Chief Jiang in the slightest,"
Lei Mingwei said confidently.
Jiang Hanlong was absolutely certain that even without Lei Mingwei's intervention, he could easily dodge Lei Meng's punches,
but he hadn't expected Lei Mingwei to see through him so easily.
"Iron Calculator is not only exceptionally intelligent, but his insight is also remarkable," Jiang Hanlong said
with an embarrassed laugh after being exposed by Lei Mingwei.
"Logically speaking, we are here to support Qingyue Manor, and Chief Jiang should have done everything he could to stop us
. Why are we meeting under these circumstances?" Lei Mingwei asked.
Jiang Hanlong glanced at Lei Meng, then turned to Lei Mingwei and said, "May I speak with you in private?"
Lei Mingwei thought for a moment and said to Lei Meng and Lei Ruoer, "You two wait here."
"Sixth Uncle, do you believe this thief?" Lei Meng
asked, somewhat puzzled. "I told you to wait, stop with the nonsense." Lei Ruoer patted Lei Meng.
Watching Lei Mingwei follow Jiang Hanlong into the dense forest beside the official road, Lei Meng stared wide-eyed at Lei Ruoer and said, "That
thief is actually Jiang Hanlong! How did Sixth Uncle figure it out?"
"What do you think of his martial arts?" Lei Ruoer countered with a question.
"I fought him during the day, and his martial arts are quite good." Lei Meng thought for a moment and said.
"Alright, Big Brother, stop flattering yourself. Sixth Uncle told me your martial arts are far from his
match . He said his martial arts are enough to rival Second Brother's." Lei Ruoer looked at Lei Meng mockingly.
Lei Meng blushed and exclaimed, "So what if he can rival the second brother?"
"Then just think about it, who in Jiangbei has such martial arts skills? Wouldn't that make it clear?" Lei Ruo'er
giggled at Lei Meng's embarrassment.
"Oh, that's true. Judging from this thief's age and martial arts skills, there's only
one Jiang Hanlong in Jiangbei." Lei Meng finally understood why his sixth uncle could recognize the other party as Jiang Hanlong at a glance.
"Since you know the other party is Jiang Hanlong, why doesn't sixth uncle join forces with us to kill him? Wouldn't that make our aid to Qingyue
Manor much more efficient?" Lei Meng asked, puzzled.
Lei Ruo'er shook her head, equally puzzled by Lei Mingwei's decision.
Lei Ruo'er pondered, while Lei Meng wandered aimlessly along the official road, his gaze occasionally drifting towards
the dense forest beside the road.
"Do you think Jiang Hanlong might attack sixth uncle in the woods? If so, we won't be able to help." Lei Meng was
getting impatient.
After waiting for a long time without any news from Lei Mingwei, Lei Ruoer became somewhat uneasy. Although her sixth uncle was highly skilled in martial arts
and could protect himself against Jiang Hanlong, if Jiang Hanlong had an ambush in the dense forest, it would be extremely disadvantageous for him.
"Sixth Uncle is back," Lei Meng said, patting Lei Ruoer's shoulder.
Seeing Lei Mingwei and Jiang Hanlong return, Lei Ruoer breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then I'll leave everything to you. I will be eternally grateful if this is accomplished," Jiang Hanlong said, bowing deeply to Lei Mingwei
.
"Faced with such an opponent, I dare not make promises lightly. I can only do my best," Lei Mingwei said, helping
Jiang Hanlong up.
The once imposing and domineering Jiang Hanlong was now somewhat nervous. Lei Ruoer stole a glance at him, seeing his
heroic face filled with nonchalance and wisdom, his powerful physique like a lurking cheetah. She thought to herself, "What a
Jiang Hanlong! This is the kind of person who truly deserves the title of 'Land Dragon King.'" Suddenly remembering the naked Jiang Hanlong of the day, Lei Ruoer's
pretty face flushed red, and she inwardly cursed, "How could I have feelings for someone like that?"
"Let's go," Lei Mingwei said, gesturing for Lei Ruoer and the other to continue on their way.
A cool breeze ruffled Lei Ruoer's hair. She reached out her slender fingers to tuck a stray strand behind her ear. In the bright moonlight,
Lei Ruoer's face was as white and beautiful as the moonlight itself. Her eyes, like autumn water, sparkled, breathtakingly beautiful.
Seeing the exquisite Lei Ruoer, Jiang Hanlong recalled the snow-white, smooth, and shapely buttocks deep in the forest during the day, and a surge of excitement rose in his hips
. He quickly composed himself.
A fragrant breeze wafted by as Lei Ruoer walked past Jiang Hanlong. Her slender waist, clad in fiery red,
moved , like a bolt of lightning. Her fiery red cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing her perfectly
rounded buttocks.
Once a safe distance from Jiang Hanlong, Lei Ruoer asked Lei Mingwei, "Sixth Uncle, what did Jiang Hanlong say?
What did he want?"
Lei Mingwei didn't answer. His expression was grave as he processed the information he had gathered.
************
After seeing off his four martial uncles and the three from the Thunderbolt Hall, Jiang Hanlong silently prayed for the plan's success. He had already
revealed to Lei Mingwei how he had been coerced by Zhuo Linqing into attacking Qingyue Manor. He hoped to use
Lei Mingwei's strength to join forces with Qingyue Manor and thwart Zhuo Linqing's plot to control the Jiangbei martial arts world. However
, man proposes, God disposes; Jiang Hanlong couldn't predict the plan's success or failure. He could only pray silently.
Crows cried out in the distant dense forest, scattering birds in all directions. Clearly, someone was hiding in the woods and had startled the crows.
Jiang Hanlong's heart skipped a beat. If his and Lei Mingwei's plan were overheard and reached Zhuo Linqing's ears,
his child would be in grave danger. He couldn't allow that to happen.
Jiang Hanlong sprang into action, chasing after the direction of the crows' cries. In the bright moonlight, he saw a figure in red robes fluttering in the distance,
moving with incredible speed. This red robe was Lei Ruoer's distinctive attire. Jiang Hanlong smiled bitterly to himself, "Fire Whirlwind Lei Ruoer,
why is she back again?"
Lei Ruoer clearly hadn't noticed Jiang Hanlong's pursuit. She flew swiftly towards the Linjiang Inn.
"Something's not right." Jiang Hanlong noticed that although this person was dressed in red, she had no cloak. Upon closer inspection, Jiang Hanlong
couldn't help but chuckle, "Lan Ling, who is this little vixen up to now?" Curious, Jiang Hanlong followed her
to the Linjiang Inn.
"Please, please spare my father!" Mei'er pleaded pitifully in the guest room in the backyard.
Under the dim light of the oil lamp, Zhu Zhao lay on the bed, panting heavily, coughing violently, blood
gushing from his mouth. Clearly, Lei Meng's punch had caused him severe internal injuries; he lay unconscious on the bed.
The burly Huang Liu lay on the floor, one foot planted on Mei'er's back, unable to
move .
Mei'er's petite body huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.
"You beast, I..." Huang Liu cursed at Zhu Xiao, who was pressing down on his back.
Zhu Xiao pressed down harder, and Huang Liu coughed again, blood spurting from his mouth.
"No, please don't hurt my father!" Zhu Xiao's face twisted into a grimace,
beckoning Mei'er to come closer.
Mei'er walked tremblingly to Zhu Xiao, forcing back her sobs.
"Take off your clothes," Zhu Xiao said coldly.
"Mei'er, don't take it off." Huang Liu instructed Mei'er, then turned and cursed Zhu Xiao, "You beast, curse your ancestors!"
"The uncle with the abacus won't let you get away with this," Mei'er said, trembling.
Zhu Xiao remembered Lei Mingwei's warning, paused for a moment, then his gaze grew even colder.
"I hate being threatened the most." Zhu Xiao pressed down with his foot, forcibly suppressing Huang Liu's angry curses. He
could hear the sound of his own sternum cracking.
"No!" Mei'er knelt down abruptly, grabbing Zhu Xiao's foot with both hands and trying to lift it up, but the foot didn't budge.
"Take off your clothes," Zhu Xiao bent down and used his left hand to lift Mei'er's delicate chin.
"Don't hurt Father anymore," Mei'er cried as she took off her coarse linen upper garment.
Years of exposure to the wind and sun by the river had given Mei'er's upper arms a wheatish color, but the skin beneath the linen garment was
snow-white and delicate. Her newly developed breasts were only the size of eggs, making her whole body appear tender and petite.
"They're only this big," Zhu Xiao said, squeezing one of her breasts in his palm and kneading it forcefully.
"It hurts..." Mei'er's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Slap!" A slap landed on Mei'er's face. Zhu Xiao, his eyes greedily fixed on Mei'er's naked upper body, roared, "Take them off,
keep taking them off!" Mei'er covered her face, which was stinging from the slap, her expression one of extreme terror. She reached into her pants and loosened the belt, revealing
gray coarse linen trousers hanging down her jade-like body.
Mei'er was completely naked, her small, delicate body trembling incessantly in the guest room.
"That's a good girl." Zhu Xiao lit the oil lamp high, his slender white fingers
tracing .
"You son of a bitch..." Huang Liu cursed, blood gushing from his mouth.
Zhu Xiao smiled coldly, pulled Mei'er in front of him, pressed down on her shoulders, and Mei'er, unable to resist, was
forced to squat. Zhu Xiao loosened his grip slightly, and Huang Liu, who had just rolled over, was now pinned to his chest by Zhu Xiao.
Before him lay his daughter's tender genitals.
"Is your daughter's cunt wet yet?" Zhu Xiao retorted viciously to Huang Liu's angry curse.
"Go ahead and curse me then." Zhu Xiao pressed down on Huang Liu while forcefully slapping Mei'er's round, pert
buttocks.
Mei'er's screams, accompanied by the slapping sounds, echoed before his eyes. His daughter's white, tender buttocks swayed before him, and
her untouched cunt was already wet.
"She's still a child," Huang Liu's tone softened.
"Is your daughter's little hole already wet?" Zhu Xiao reached out and parted Mei'er's honey hole.
The crystal-clear jade liquid had already moistened Mei'er's entire honey passage, and the tender flesh was still writhing incessantly. Huang Liu
felt his penis harden and hurriedly closed his eyes.
"Just before dark, your daughter drank my whole bottle of Jade Maiden's Desire Liquid, and she should be burning with lust by now,"
Zhu Xiao said smugly.
Mei'er remembered that when she returned the sword to Zhu Xiao, he also gave her a bottle of sweet water, saying it was honey juice.
It tasted quite sweet, so it seemed to be the Jade Maiden's Desire Liquid that this thief was talking about.
Mei'er was still young and didn't understand what Jade Maiden's Desire Liquid was, but she clearly felt something strange in her body. She
clearly felt a sense of pleasure when Zhu Xiao slapped her buttocks, and a tingling sensation in her honey hole was like an electric current. Mei'er's pretty face turned red, and a mist rose in her bright
eyes , making them look hazy. Her hands unconsciously climbed up her small breasts, and her slender fingers
pinched her pink nipples.
"See? Your daughter's already getting horny." Zhu Xiao chuckled lewdly.
He placed between Mei'er's legs, parting her tightly closed labia. His middle finger gently inserted between her labia, feeling the tightness of her opening, his fingertip
lightly scraping against the last barrier of her virginity.
"Ah!" Mei'er let out a shameful moan, her fingers pinching her nipples faster and faster.
His middle finger stirred faster between her labia, the sticky nectar flowing down his finger and covering Zhu Xiao's palm. Mei'er's moans
grew more urgent, her legs trembling and clenching violently.
Just as Mei'er was about to reach her climax, Zhu Xiao quickly withdrew his middle finger.
"Don't come out!" Mei'er cried out.
"No rush, a whole bottle of 'Jade Maiden's Desire Liquid,' you'll have your fun tonight." Zhu Xiao grinned lewdly.
Zhu Xiao released his foot from Huang Liu's chest, and Huang Liu coughed up blood, breathing weakly.
Zhu Xiao glanced at his older brother Zhu Zhao, who lay unconscious on the bed, and smiled coldly. He quickly took off his brother's clothes, then
took off his own.
"Father-in-law, which of us brothers do you think is better at deflowering your daughter?" Zhu Xiao coldly stared at Huang Liu.
Zhu Xiao had delicate features, a slender and long figure and hands, almost like a woman's. His penis was extremely
short and thin, making it look like that of a four or five-year-old child.
Looking at Zhu Zhao's penis, and then at his own worm-like penis, Zhu Xiao felt a hint of
jealousy .
"Haha, just like a eunuch." Huang Liu mocked weakly.
Zhu Xiao was completely enraged, but helpless. Seeing that Huang Liu's penis was equally erect, Zhu Xiao tore off Huang Liu's
clothes, revealing Huang Liu's thick, dark penis standing proudly.
"Perhaps I can let you deflower your daughter." Zhu Xiao's twisted face sent chills down one's spine.
Zhu Xiao reached out and pulled Mei'er to his side, coldly looking at Huang Liu, his twisted face carrying a cruel sneer.
He spread Mei'er's thighs apart and pressed her lower body against Huang Liu's thick, dark penis.
"Mei'er...no." Huang Liu looked at his daughter, whose mind was clouded by the aphrodisiac, with a terrified expression.
"Father, Mei'er wants it." Mei'er murmured, letting Zhu Xiao do as he pleased.
"Mei'er...Father can't stay with you anymore." A large amount of blood spilled from Huang Liu's mouth, his rough hands
suddenly tightened, and his erect penis shrank.
To preserve his father-daughter reputation, Huang Liu bit his tongue and committed suicide. Zhu Xiao smiled coldly and kicked Huang Liu's corpse away: "You
still think I would let you open such a tender bud?"
"Father..." Mei cried out in pain.
"Stop fucking wailing, stick your ass up for me, I'm going to deflower you." Zhu Xiao pushed Mei'er to
the edge of the bed and pressed her face against Zhu Zhao's penis.
"Open your mouth and lick my brother." Zhu Xiao said coldly.
Mei'er's tears fell like rain, but she dared not disobey Zhu Xiao. She grasped Zhu Zhao's penis with her slender hand, stuck out her fragrant tongue, and
gently licked the glans.
"Brother, I've treated you well, haven't I? Enjoy yourself to the fullest. This will be your last time.
I'm determined to get the position of leader of the Lingran Sword Sect. Don't blame me for being ruthless," Zhu Xiao's face
twisted even more.
Mei'er was licking Zhu Zhao's penis by the bedside. Her strong thighs were spread apart by Zhu Xiao, and his short, thin penis rose
up. Just as Zhu Xiao was about to thrust in, a cold snort came from outside the window, and Zhu Xiao's penis instantly
shrank.
The voice was familiar; it was Lei Ruo'er's voice. Zhu Xiao remembered Lei Mingwei's warning and felt a chill run through his body.
He hadn't expected Lei Ruo'er and the others to come back. Zhu Xiao didn't bother to put on his clothes and hurriedly hid by the window.
With a "bang," the window shattered, and a fiery red figure rushed into the room like lightning.
"Lei Ruo'er, the Lingran Sword Sect is not finished with you!" Zhu Xiao roared from the window, grabbing the brocade quilt from the bed
and draping it over Lei Ruo'er's head as she rushed in.
Zhu Xiao knew he was no match for Lei Ruoer. As he covered himself with the brocade quilt, he grabbed the window sill
and leaped out, fleeing like the wind.
He didn't even dare look back as he escaped, running at breakneck speed.
Seeing Zhu Xiao flee, the pink fox Lan Ling smiled slightly, walked to the bedside with a sharp weapon in hand, and looked at
the unconscious Zhu Zhao on the bed, a look of pity on her face.
She raised her slender hand, and the sharp weapon swiftly pierced Zhu Zhao's neck vein, causing a large amount of blood to gush out.
Watching Zhu Zhao slowly lose his life, Lan Ling wore a cruel smile. She believed that news would soon spread throughout the martial world that
Lei Ruoer of the Thunderbolt Hall had assassinated Zhu Zhao, the eldest son of the Lingran Sword Sect. The Thunderbolt Hall and the Lingran Sword Sect would inevitably become bitter enemies, and
the Second Elder, Qingtian Dao Xie Mo Buli, far away in Jiangnan, could use this to accelerate his control of Jiangnan.

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