Jiangbei Rebellion 10-12

Chapter Ten: The Poisonous Lust.
Jiang Hanlong saw Lan Ling burst through the window from afar, followed by a naked man flying out and
fleeing for his life.
Sensing something was wrong, Jiang Hanlong rushed into the room.
Lan Ling was initially startled upon seeing Jiang Hanlong, but quickly composed herself, smiling sweetly, and said, "Why is
Chief , instead of intercepting the Thunderbolt Hall, having time to follow me?" On the bed, blood was still slowly
seeping from Zhu Zhao's mouth. A black, Emei-like thorn had pierced a blood vessel and passed through his neck, blood gushing
out .
"You killed him?" Jiang Hanlong asked, noticing the blood splattered on Lan Ling's slender hands.
Lan Ling wiped the blood on her clothes, pointed to Huang Liu's corpse on the floor, and said to the naked Mei'er
beside , "This kind of person doesn't deserve to die." "Father!" Mei'er threw herself onto Huang Liu's corpse and wept bitterly.
Lan Ling walked to Mei'er's side and gently stroked Mei'er's slender, bare back. Her slender hand touched the smooth skin,
only to find it burning hot. Suspicion arose in Lan Ling's heart. She lowered her head and carefully examined Mei'er's face.
Although Mei'er was crying, her complexion was still rosy, and although her bright eyes were filled with tears, there was a hint of misty
haze. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and even her breath was burning hot.
Lan Ling hurried to Zhu Zhao's body, rummaging through his clothes. She found a
white jade Lan Ling pulled out the stopper, smelled it, and felt relieved.
"Father, wake up! Don't leave Mei'er!" Mei'er's pitiful cries were heartbreaking.
The cries grew fainter, almost inaudible. Mei'er seemed to be asleep, lying on her father's body, red marks spreading rapidly across her
naked skin.
"She's been poisoned?" Jiang Hanlong asked Lan Ling in surprise.
"Just an aphrodisiac," Lan Ling said smugly, shaking the white jade-like bottle in her hand.
"Is there an antidote?" Jiang Hanlong asked, seeing Lan Ling still rummaging through Zhu Zhao's clothes.
"This jade bottle contains the Jade Maiden's Desire Liquid, an extremely aphrodisiac. There is no antidote, only..." Lan Ling glanced at
Jiang Hanlong's lower body, her eyes filled with seductive allure.
"That's impossible, she's not even fourteen yet." Jiang Hanlong instinctively pressed his large hand between his legs.
Jiang Hanlong knew that Lan Ling, the White Tiger Hall Master, was naturally lustful and an expert in aphrodisiacs and techniques. If Lan Ling
believed there was no antidote, then there absolutely was.
"What's wrong with being fourteen? In my White Tiger Hall, there are fourteen-year-olds who have given birth to Elder Zhuo's children." As she spoke,
Lan Ling's eyes became fiery.
"Sister, I'm so hot." Mei'er had become delirious, her delicate fingers kneading her pink
nipples , her other hand tearing at her tightly closed lips.
"If there is no sexual intercourse, she will tear her body apart." Lan Ling said calmly, looking at Jiang Hanlong.
"I can't do that." Jiang Hanlong struggled internally.
"You like this, you like this tender body." Lan Ling's voice became low and gentle, like
a lullaby a mother uses to soothe a toddler to sleep.
Mei'er's struggling figure in the river, her alluring posture after reaching the shore, her wolfish expression in the inn—
the experiences of the day flashed rapidly through Jiang Hanlong's mind.
"Uncle, my name is Mei'er, I'm thirteen years old, you can call me Mei'er." The voice of his first
meeting still echoed in his ears.
Jiang Hanlong's body grew hot, his eyelids slowly closed, and his whole body relaxed.
Lan Ling's voice became even lower, as gentle as a mother's. Looking at the relaxed Jiang Hanlong,
a .
"Hanlong, save our son!" Qing Ling's pleading voice echoed in his mind.
Jiang Hanlong clenched his fists suddenly, his tiger eyes widened abruptly, glaring at Lan Ling.
Lan Ling was startled; the illusion spell that had never worked before had failed. Facing the furious Jiang Hanlong, Lan Ling
felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her entire body chilled to the bone.
"This is the last time. If you try to manipulate me again, you'll have to ask the knife in my hand." Jiang Hanlong
spoke each word with absolute force.
After Jiang Hanlong finished speaking, Lan Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Just a moment ago, under Jiang Hanlong's unparalleled domineering pressure,
she felt her undergarment beneath her red dress was already soaked with cold sweat.
"Hot..." Mei'er frantically tore at her body, her tender nipples being pulled violently by slender hands.
Sharp nails pierced deeply into her delicate nipples, and blood slowly seeped from the gaps between the nails.
"Is there truly no cure?" Jiang Hanlong asked coldly, staring at Lan Ling.
"The 'Jade Maiden's Desire Liquid' has been in her body for a long time, and the aphrodisiac has penetrated deep into her abdomen and invaded her uterus." Lan Ling paused,
stealing a glance at Jiang Hanlong.
"Spit it out." Jiang Hanlong slammed his purple-gold dragon scale blade heavily on the ground, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Seeing Jiang Hanlong's murderous intent, Lan Ling quickly circulated her inner energy, ready to flee at the slightest sign of Jiang Hanlong's change in direction
.
Lan Ling said haltingly, "This aphrodisiac is extremely potent. If it's not cured, this girl will be consumed by lust. At first, she'll
constantly tear at and damage her own body. If the lust isn't controlled, she'll suffer a fatal attack of yin within half an hour."
"How can I save her?" Jiang Hanlong asked impatiently.
"A man's essence has a miraculous effect on this poison. As long as the essence enters the uterus, it can quickly detoxify." Lan Ling
bit her lower lip, her smiling eyes fixed on Jiang Hanlong's lower abdomen.
"Is there no other way?"
Lan Ling shook her head firmly, "There is no other way."
"So hot... ah..." Blood flowed rapidly from Mei'er's tender nipples along her sharp fingernails. Her other
slender hand scratched her smooth lower abdomen, the bloodstains on her glossy abdomen particularly glaring.
"Only half an hour left." Lan Ling said, looking at the hesitant Jiang Hanlong.
Jiang Hanlong, known as the number one man in Jiangbei, faced an insurmountable dilemma: on one side was the code of the martial world, on the other
was a precious life.
Lan Ling approached Jiang Hanlong, unbuttoning his clothes and saying, "Still hesitating at a time like this?" Lan Ling
was extremely perceptive; she knew Jiang Hanlong was at a crossroads, and any slight
action could influence his direction. She needed Jiang Hanlong to develop in the direction she desired. Zhuo Linqing
needed a Jiang Hanlong devoid of conscience, and only a Jiang Hanlong devoid of conscience would be easier for them to control.
Lan Ling pulled out Jiang Hanlong's thick, dark penis, leading him towards Mei'er. The hard, thick penis filled her hand
, its heat making Lan Ling's face flush. Lan Ling quickly took a deep breath, then swiftly carried Mei'er's naked
body to the bed, spreading her strong thighs apart at the edge of the bed.
A few sparse downy hairs adorned Mei'er's smooth vulva, reflecting the girl's youth. Her tender labia
had been torn beyond recognition, and the bloody welts on her inner thighs were horrifying.
Lan Ling pushed Jiang Hanlong between Mei'er's legs, saying, "If you don't help, Mei'er's life is in danger." Lan Ling grasped
Jiang Hanlong's thick, black penis and pressed it against Mei'er's virgin vulva. The large glans squeezed against the delicate labia,
causing them to sink inward. As the labia sank, the tender flesh of her inner thighs began to
crowd into the vulva, enveloping and squeezing the large glans.
"Ah!" Mei'er screamed, as if grabbing a lifeline in a rushing river. Her slender hands grasped
the hot penis and squeezed it forcefully against her vulva.
However, the penis was too large; even the experienced Lan Ling could hardly bear it, let alone
the tight vulva of a virgin girl.
Although the girl's tight, moist vagina was already completely wet, with slippery love juice flowing everywhere, the large glans was blocked
at the tender entrance, unable to penetrate even an inch. Under Mei'er's pressure, the glans
slid between her tender thighs along the slippery fluid, occasionally rubbing against her clitoris, causing Mei'er to shudder.
The sensitive glans, rubbing against the fluid, was unusually hard. Looking at the tender flesh, Jiang Hanlong felt an indescribable
guilt, mixed with a strange excitement.
"Possess her, fuck her to pieces," the voice in his mind constantly stimulated Jiang Hanlong's sensitive nerves.
Jiang Hanlong gripped Mei'er's slender waist with both hands, his large glans targeting the center of her vagina, and slowly thrusting his hips,
the dark red glans gradually sinking into her honeyed opening.
Mei'er's hands, gripping the penis tightly, showed prominent veins, and her rosy lips panted heavily.
Lan Ling stood by the bed, a strange glint in her slightly downturned smiling eyes. She loved seeing tender flesh
being wantonly violated, loved seeing the blood-soaked scene of a delicate virgin being violently deflowered. That perverse
sight excited her inexplicably.
She seemed to see the thick, hard penis stained red with the virgin's blood. This excitement made her pretty face as
red as a ripe apple, her tightly closed legs burning with desire, and her tender vulva overflowing with lustful fluid.
Suddenly, she saw Jiang Hanlong smile sinisterly, his rough hand pressing her down onto the edge of the bed.
"You have to save her," Lan Ling said, somewhat puzzled.
Jiang Hanlong pressed down on her back with one hand to stop her from moving, and with the other hand, he tore her bright red clothes, ripping them from
her back to her buttocks. The clothes slipped down her sides, revealing her round, plump buttocks, bare and high in the air.
Jiang Hanlong squeezed between Lan Ling's legs, his thick, hard flesh thrusting in rapidly, the large glans slamming into her honeyed orifice.
His muscular abdomen slapped forcefully against her plump buttocks.
"Ah, so good!" Lan Ling screamed, clinging to the edge of the bed, her slender hands gripping the brocade quilt tightly. Her plump buttocks
arched high, welcoming the onslaught of the fleshy dragon.
Without a word, Jiang Hanlong pounded into Lan Ling like a madman, his thick penis as
powerful and heavy as his heavy purple-gold dragon scale blade, deforming Lan Ling's tender honeyed orifice and tearing it into an unbelievable width.
"Ah!" Lan Ling cried out, her slender hands bracing against the edge of the bed, her large, bell-shaped breasts swinging violently back and forth under Jiang Hanlong's thrusts
, the nipples constantly rubbing against the edge of the bed.
Mei'er was right in front of Lan Ling, the girl's tender honeyed orifice already completely wet. Lan Ling struggled to twist her body towards
Mei'er , her red lips slightly parted, taking the tender, juicy honeyed orifice in her mouth.
Mei'er's body tensed instantly, her slender fingers gripping Lan Ling's glossy black hair tightly between her thighs.
Jiang Hanlong slammed into Lan Ling's plump buttocks, causing her to lunge forward. His hot, fragrant tongue
plunged into Mei'er's tight, moist opening.
"Ugh," a rapid moan escaped Mei'er's lips, her tense body trembling. Her long, strong
thighs .
Sensing Jiang Hanlong's retreat, Lan Ling pressed her hands against Mei'er's knees, forcefully
spreading . Her smooth, fragrant tongue lightly licked between Mei'er's legs.
With a "smack," Jiang Hanlong slammed into Lan Ling's firm, plump buttocks again, his tongue plunging into Mei'er's
moist opening once more.
"Ugh," a look of intoxication appeared on Mei'er's dazed face.
Jiang Hanlong watched with excitement. Lan Ling's tongue continued to pierce Mei'er's tight, moist opening with each thrust,
eliciting short, lewd cries from Mei'er. Seeing this, Jiang Hanlong's desire burned even brighter. He gripped Lan Ling's plump buttocks tightly and thrust into
her wet, slick orifice even faster.
With each rapid thrust, Lan Ling cried out, her tongue moving quickly in and out of Mei'er's orifice, drawing out
strands of love juice that moistened her tongue and lips.
Lan Ling's cries and Mei'er's moans rose and fell, creating a beautiful, erotic melody that fueled Jiang Hanlong's
lust .
With each powerful thrust, Lan Ling's delicate body rose higher, her rosy lips moving up
her orifice, across her smooth abdomen, to take Mei'er's newly developed nipples into her mouth, her tongue
gently swirling around them.
Lan Ling was now kneeling on the bed, Mei'er's delicate body beneath her. Mei'er's youthful body
appeared small beneath Lan Ling, their orifices overlapping. Amidst the rising and falling cries, Jiang Hanlong
roared , his massive penis plunging swiftly into Lan Ling's orifice.
"Ah!" Lan Ling let out an excited, lewd cry, feeling the penis rapidly swell inside her. Her pretty face snapped back, her
rosy lips parted forcefully, emitting a dying, lewd moan.
Jiang Hanlong quickly pushed Lan Ling away, his enormous penis pressing against Mei'er's tender genitals, tightly pressing against the entrance of
her honeypot , slightly opening it before sealing it shut without leaving any gap.
The thick penis throbbed rapidly between Mei'er's legs, veins bulging on its shaft, the penis covered in semen looking
ferocious , its dark red, large glans engorged and swollen.
Thick semen was ejaculated into Mei'er's honeypot entrance, Jiang Hanlong daring not to loosen his grip even slightly, his thick penis still
sealing the entrance tightly.
"You can't do it like this, let me help you," Lan Ling said breathlessly.
Jiang Hanlong also felt his penis, having ejaculated, beginning to soften, making it difficult to seal the honeypot anymore, so he had no choice but to submit to Lan Ling's instructions.
Lan Ling gripped the fleshy dragon tightly with one hand, and with the other, she turned Mei'er's body over, making her lie face down on the bed. Then, holding
Mei'er's waist, she pulled Mei'er's round, pert buttocks upwards, making Mei'er kneel on the bed with her round buttocks raised high,
her pretty face and tender breasts pressed against the bed.
"With your buttocks up like this, your essence can flow down into your uterus," Lan Ling
said, pushing away the fleshy dragon blocking Mei'er's honey passage.
Mei'er lay on the bed like a dog, her white, tender buttocks not exactly large but very pert, her honey hole between her buttocks...
The entrance was filled with cloudy semen. Lan Ling held Mei'er's buttocks tightly, her fragrant
tongue constantly teasing Mei'er's vaginal opening. The semen overflowing from the opening was constantly drawn up by her tongue and pushed back into the vagina, the cloudy white semen slowly flowing through the jade gate and
into the uterus.
After a while, Mei'er's frantic movements began to slow down, and her dazed eyes slowly began to regain their light.
It seemed that the semen had worked, and Jiang Hanlong breathed a sigh of relief.
Lan Ling occasionally turned her head, her tongue picking up the thick semen and gently waving it around her lips. Her alluring smile made
Jiang Hanlong's already limp penis stand erect again.
Yuan Shuo opened his sleepy eyes hazily. It was pitch black all around, so dark that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face
. "Where am I?" Yuan Shuo's fat fingers groped around.
The cold ground was uneven, and the walls around him were also uneven and cold. Iron bars made of refined iron
stood side side, and there was a faint dampness in the air.
"This is a dungeon!" Yuan Shuo discovered after groping around for a while.
"Who the hell locked your Grandpa Yuan up?" Yuan Shuo roared, his fat hands shaking the iron bars with
all his might. Yuan Shuo, nicknamed "Rolling Mine," was short and stout, but possessed immense strength; his powerful shaking didn't budge the bars. The small, dark dungeon was filled with Yuan Shuo's furious roars and curses, the sound echoing through the cell. "Yuan Shuo," Lin Yuerou's voice was still soft, but her tone carried a reprimand, conveying her inner anger. The cell door opened slightly, and Lin Yuerou, holding a torch, stared at Yuan Shuo through the iron bars. The torches illuminated the narrow dungeon brightly. Lin Yuerou was dressed in black night clothes, which clung tightly to her slender waist, seemingly dividing her into two parts. Her magnificent breasts, the kind only a mature woman could possess , stood proudly erect, threatening to burst forth from the garment. Her round, plump buttocks were covered by the black top, and through the hem of the top, one could imagine the perfect roundness of her buttocks. Lin Yuerou exuded a stunning allure . Every time Yuan Shuo saw Lin Yuerou in this attire, he felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. "Sister-in-law, this dungeon…?" Yuan Shuo swallowed hard. "Do you remember severely injuring Zhentian?" Lin Yuerou asked, her eyes fixed on Yuan Shuo. "Sister-in-law, what are you talking about?" Yuan Shuo looked bewildered. "Yesterday afternoon, you suddenly barged into the hall. Have you forgotten about severely injuring Zhentian?" Lin Yuerou asked, her face slightly angry. "Yesterday afternoon... yesterday afternoon." Yuan Shuo slapped his head hard. His mind was blank, as if it were empty. The memories of the past few days seemed distant. Yuan Shuo's fat hands kept slapping his round head, trying hard to recall what had happened. He seemed to have lost a part of his memory. His mind was a mess, and from time to time, a shocking white flash would appear in his hazy mind, followed by Lin Yuerou's naked body. The feeling of her large breasts trembling was so real, her cherry-like nipples proudly erect and tender, even the tiny bumps next to them seemed real. Yuan Shuo swallowed again, his expression turning strange. "Do you remember anything?" Lin Yuerou's clear eyes stared at Yuan Shuo nervously. Zhang Hai had said that people under the influence of the Bewitching Eye would have no memory of the actions taken during the activation period. Lin Yuerou was worried. When the Bewitching Eye was activated on Yuan Shuo, she was being vigorously fucked by her husband on the table, and her naked body was completely exposed to Yuan Shuo's eyes. "No, I don't seem to remember anything." Yuan Shuo looked blankly at Lin Yuerou. "Oh," Lin Yuerou breathed a sigh of relief, her rosy lips slightly pursed. "What happened to me? Did I really hurt my brother?" In an instant, Yuan Shuo's mind flashed back to the image of his iron hammer striking his brother's bare chest. Lin Yuerou didn't answer, but Yuan Shuo already knew the answer from her cold expression. With a "thud," Yuan Shuo knelt down, his forehead hitting the ground heavily. "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, brother." Yuan Shuo's voice choked with sobs as he kowtowed repeatedly. His round head thudded against the ground, and Yuan Shuo's sobs turned into heart-wrenching cries. Thinking of his sworn brother being injured by his own hand, Yuan Shuo felt immense guilt. The once fierce Yuan Shuo cried like a child, his forehead, which had been slamming against the ground, was now covered in blood, completely unlike his fierce image in the martial world. Lin Yuerou couldn't bear it. She squatted outside the iron bars, her slender hand supporting Yuan Shuo's shoulder, saying, "Third brother, get up quickly, don't hurt yourself." Yuan Shuo was dressed thinly, and the soft touch of Lin Yuerou's delicate hand made his heart itch. When he looked up , Lin Yuerou's pretty face was right in front of him. Her face was soft and white through the iron bars, and he unconsciously wanted to touch and caress it. Lin Yuerou squatted beside the iron bars, leaning forward, her slender hand reaching out to reach Yuan Shuo. Because of her forward lean, when her slender hand touched Yuan Shuo's shoulder, the iron bars pressed against her ample breasts through her night clothes. Yuan Shuo's round eyes on his fat face scanned Lin Yuerou up and down, his peanut-sized eyes seeming to shine . Lin Yuerou realized her rudeness, her pretty face flushed, and she stood up abruptly. "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry... Brother... he..." Yuan Shuo looked at the slightly angry Lin Yuerou, his words somewhat incoherent . "Xu Fang has already checked on Zhentian. He's alright; he'll recover in a month or two." Lin Yuerou 's expression turned cold again. "That's good...that's good..." Yuan Shuo knew the power of the hammer, especially since it had struck Lei Zhentian squarely in the chest. Lei Zhentian was likely facing a near-death experience. Hearing that his elder brother was alright, Yuan Shuo finally felt relieved. "Do you remember when you were affected by the Bewitching Eye?" Lin Yuerou asked Yuan Shuo. Yuan Shuo replied without hesitation, "When you attacked Ma Rui, I saw Jiang Hanlong's gaze." "Hmm." Everything was within Lin Yuerou's expectations. She remembered that she had also met Jiang Hanlong 's gaze at that time. If Yuan Shuo had been affected by Jiang Hanlong's Bewitching Eye, then she should have been as well. Recalling Jiang Hanlong's cold gaze, a chill slowly rose in Lin Yuerou's heart again. "How were you controlled?" Lin Yuerou asked. Yuan Shuo closed his eyes slightly, searching his memory: "It was in the stables that I saw someone rush out of the stables. I chased after him, and when I reached the edge of the woods, the person suddenly turned around. His eyes seemed to be emitting a blue light. After that, I can't remember anything else." "You're under the influence of the Bewitching Eye, making you extremely vulnerable to control. We can only keep you in this dungeon for now, and release you when we find a way to break free. Until then, you must not leave," Lin Yuerou instructed Yuan Shuo.

Yuan Shuo smiled bitterly and said, "Several feet thick bluestone walls, iron bars cast from Hainan fine iron—it's hard to imagine
anyone escaping from here. Sister-in-law, you don't need to worry about me." Yuan Shuo's tone was icy, clearly
extremely dissatisfied with Lin Yuerou's imprisonment, yet unable to think of any safe way out.
Lin Yuerou could of course sense Yuan Shuo's dissatisfaction, and for everyone's safety, she could only wrong him.
"Could someone light some candles?" Yuan Shuo knew that letting Lin Yuerou release him was absolutely impossible,
but he wasn't used to the darkness.
"Yes, I'll have someone light some candles for you." Lin Yuerou left the torch behind and walked towards the door.
Watching Lin Yuerou leave, illuminated by the dim torchlight, her back was shapely, her waist swaying,
her plump buttocks gently twisting with the movement.
Yuan Shuo suddenly had a strange feeling, thinking that Lin Yuerou looked exactly like a female dog in heat, wagging her tail and begging for affection.
When did this seemingly cold sister-in-law become so alluring and charming? Yuan Shuo's mind flashed again to Lin Yuerou's naked
body and her wildly beating breasts.
Chapter Eleven: Lost in Passion.
Stepping out of the dungeon, the refreshing night breeze rushed towards her. Lin Yuerou let out a long breath. Yuan Shuo's greedy
gaze in the dungeon had inexplicably excited her. Although her outward appearance remained cold, her
delicate body burning hot. Her full breasts bounced slightly with her hurried steps, and she could feel her tender nipples
hardening, the erect nipples rubbing against her night clothes with the movement of her breasts.
"What's wrong with me?" Lin Yuerou was secretly alarmed. Since marrying into Qingyue Manor, Lin Yuerou had always presented herself as
a cold and dignified lady of the manor. She had never been agitated by the burning gazes of others, but these
past few days, she seemed to have changed.
Since the attack on Ma Rui, the restlessness seemed relentless. First, there was the flirting with Xiang'er in her boudoir, then
the daytime debauchery with Lei Zhentian, and later, Zhang Hai secretly taking her virginity in public. Now,
even the sight of others' burning gazes arouses her inexplicably. She's sinking deeper and deeper into the vortex of desire.
Thinking of all this, Lin Yuerou felt her honeyed orifice between her legs become wet again. As she walked, she intentionally squeezed her legs together,
rubbing orifice in waves of pleasure.
"Blue light." As she hurried along, Lin Yuerou felt dizzy and her consciousness faltered.
It was the Bewitching Eye. Lin Yuerou was startled. She had just heard Yuan Shuo's description in the dungeon and knew that the Bewitching Eye
used the eyes as a weapon. Lin Yuerou quickly closed her eyes, crossed her hands behind her back, and gripped the butterfly swords at her sides.
In the darkness, Zhuo Linqing's eyes deepened, a faint blue light scanning the night.
Seeing Lin Yuerou's eyes closed and her feet moving steadily towards her hiding place, Zhuo Linqing grew anxious.
The Bewitching Eyes technique uses the eyes as a weapon, controlling the actions of the target through their gaze. While this skill can control the target, it is
extremely dangerous. When the power is activated, all the body's energy is concentrated in the eyes,
making it . Forcibly stopping the power will result in a backlash from the internal energy, potentially leading to qi deviation
. It can be said that using this skill at any time is a desperate gamble.
Now it seems that Lin Yuerou was prepared. When he activated his power to control her, Lin Yuerou had already
noticed and closed her eyes tightly, walking towards Zhuo Linqing's hiding place without stopping.
Zhuo Linqing was terrified. Forcibly stopping the Bewitching Eyes would definitely result in a backlash from his powerful internal energy. If he didn't stop,
he would surely be a dead man when Lin Yuerou arrived. For the first time in his life, Zhuo Linqing felt death approaching. His dwarf
body began to tremble, and cold sweat soaked his vest.
"Madam, we've been looking for you everywhere," Zhang Qisen's honest voice rang out. Judging from the voice, Zhang Qisen was already
standing between Lin Yuerou and Zhuo Linqing.
"Madam, what's wrong...?" Zhang Qisen asked, puzzled, looking at Lin Yuerou with her eyes closed.
"Get out of the way." Lin Yuerou snapped, sidestepping Zhang Qisen and rushing forward, her butterfly twin blades slashing swiftly
into the shadows of the corner.
With a "whoosh," the shadowy figure in the corner flew up like a startled crow, dodging Lin Yuerou's fatal blow
. Taking advantage of Zhang Qisen's appearance, Zhuo Linqing fully recovered the power gathered in his eyes.
"Thank you, young friend, for saving my life. I will repay you handsomely." As Zhuo Linqing flew up, he struck
Zhang Qisen heavily with a single palm, while simultaneously retreating rapidly like a bird soaring through the air.
Zhang Qisen's tall body was sent flying by Zhuo Linqing's extraordinary internal force, his limbs outstretched, lunging at
the pursuing Lin Yuerou like an octopus.
Lin Yuerou's lightness skill was superb, and her pursuit speed was also extremely fast. Zhang Qisen's speed was also extremely fast.
In the midst of the extreme speed, Lin Yuerou secretly stomped her foot, quickly turned her slender waist to the side and brushed past Zhang Qisen. The overwhelming masculine aura that hit her made Lin
Yuerou's heart flutter
.
Zhang Qisen crashed into the ground like an arrow. If he hit the ground, his head would surely be crushed. Lin Yuerou cursed inwardly, "Useless," and no longer caring about chasing Zhuo Linqing, she reached out and grabbed Zhang Qisen's wrist and gently pulled
. Zhang Qisen spun in the air and was pulled up headfirst.
Zhang Qisen was already terrified. With his wrist grabbed by Lin Yuerou, he was like a drowning child, frantically grabbing
Lin Yuerou's arm.
"Let go!" Lin Yuerou's arm suddenly swung out, but in the swing, her sleeve was torn by Zhang Qisen
. Zhang Qisen spun and crashed into the wall.
"You scared me to death." Zhang Qisen shakily got up from the corner of the wall, still holding Lin Yuerou's
sleeve .
Under the bright moonlight, Lin Yuerou's bare arms were as white as frost, her pretty face shrouded in frost.
Zhang Qisen already knew he had caused trouble, like a child who had done something wrong, he dared not speak, and even dared not look at Lin Yuerou.
Lin Yuerou stared coldly at Zhang Qisen, hesitant to speak, her bright eyes scanning him up and down.
Zhang Qisen's tall figure and awkward expression made it seem as if a child had been trapped inside his large frame, leaving Lin Yuerou
feeling both amused and exasperated.
"Get lost!" Lin Yuerou snapped.
Zhang Qisen felt as if he had been granted a pardon and ran away. Lin Yuerou gently stroked her bare arm with her other hand, the fiery
touch returning, her heart restless.
"Could it be because of the Bewitching Eye? It seems I can only go and ask him." Lin Yuerou
was very puzzled by her recent intense desires.
Zhang Hai seemed to know a lot about the Bewitching Eye, and even his understanding and control of the current battle situation far surpassed that of
Lei Zhentian's sworn brother, Xu Fang. Only he could unravel the mystery in her heart.
Thinking of Zhang Hai's bald head, dark red bulbous nose, and round belly, Lin Yuerou still felt a wave
of nausea.
But his hands, those thick fingers, seemed to know Lin Yuerou's body better than anyone else; in front of everyone in the hall, relying solely on...
A few fingers could make her lose control, and Lin Yuerou was even somewhat afraid to see him.
Xu Fang led most of his disciples to guard the gate of Qingyue Manor, while Lin Yuerou, Zhang Hai,
Liu Ping, and Zhang Qisen guarded the backyard, keeping watch over the unconscious Lei Zhentian and Yuan Shuo, who was in the dungeon.
Zhuo Linqing's reappearance made Lin Yuerou feel that Qingyue Manor, once a solid fortress
, had become exceptionally vulnerable in his presence. Her unusual physical sensitivity also made her deeply uneasy. Lin Yuerou entered the backyard hall, where Zhang Hai was sitting at a table with his back to the door, fiddling with something
on the table . Lin Yuerou coughed lightly to remind Zhang Hai of her arrival, but Zhang Hai didn't look up, his fingers still fiddling with the table. From behind, Zhang Hai appeared tall and burly, with an imposing presence. If it weren't for his grotesque face and rounded belly, Zhang Hai would be a decent man; however, his ugly face and withered expression made him unbearable to look at. Zhang Hai's shrinking gaze made Lin Yuerou feel as if she had been stripped naked. Seeing that Zhang Hai didn't turn around, Lin Yuerou relaxed slightly. Thinking that it was right here in this hall that Zhang Hai had taken her virginity in front of everyone, Lin Yuerou felt extremely ashamed, and at the same time, a strange heat spread from her chest and abdomen. "What are you doing?" Lin Yuerou steadied herself, trying not to let her voice tremble. Zhang Hai still didn't turn around, but simply raised his fingers above his shoulder, holding something resembling a crossbow in his palm, saying, "The Divine Arm Bow, the latest weapon developed by the imperial court." "This kind of weapon is only useful for large-scale casualties in war ; it's unlikely to be effective against a master like Zhuo Linqing," Lin Yuerou said, looking at Zhang Hai's fat hand. "It's definitely not suitable as a weapon, but if used in a mechanism, it can be used for surprise attacks. If combined with this giant poison crossbow, it would be even more powerful," Zhang Hai said, raising a small crossbow resembling a bamboo stick in his other hand, as if speaking to Lin Yuerou , yet also as if talking to himself. Zhang Hai's crossbow was a deep green, radiating an eerie light; it was clearly coated with a potent poison. Lin Yuerou gasped, "What kind of poison?" "Tang Clan's 'One Step to Soul Severance,' a deadly poison that seals the throat upon contact with blood," Zhang Hai said calmly. "One Step to Soul Severance… even within the Tang Clan, this poison is extremely rare and precious," Lin Yuerou sighed. "Only elders of the Demonic Sect are worthy of such poison." Zhang Hai, his back to Lin Yuerou, spoke calmly, yet Lin Yuerou could clearly sense a tremor in his voice, as if he were struggling to control himself. Upon closer inspection, she noticed his shoulders were also trembling slightly. Lin Yuerou was slightly taken aback: "You're injured?" Zhang Hai gave a bitter smile, slowly stood up, and turned around. A bloody gash stretched from his left shoulder to his right abdomen, blood continuously gushing from the wound, staining his dark gray clothes crimson. "His blade is truly fast." Zhang Hai forcefully supported himself, his fat hands still tightly gripping the crossbow . "Zhuo Linqing?" Lin Yuerou asked. "He broke in just before you came back," Zhang Hai said, panting. This meant that after escaping from her side, Zhuo Linqing hadn't immediately hidden himself, but had instead ambushed Zhang Hai in the back hall, completely disregarding the defenses of the entire Qingyue Manor. Lin Yuerou's heart sank. With Lei Zhentian, Lin Yuerou, Xu Fang, and Yuan Shuo, Qingyue Manor was enough to dominate Jiangbei, and even hold a place in the entire martial arts world. However, now Lei Zhentian was seriously injured, and Yuan Shuo was afflicted by the Bewitching Eye. Only Xu Fang and Lin Yuerou were safe and sound. Facing the threats from the Jianglong Gang and the Demonic Sect elder Zhuo Linqing, Lin Yuerou felt a sense of impending doom. It wasn't until Zhang Hai, this unassuming master , stepped forward that Lin Yuerou felt somewhat reassured. But now, learning that she too was afflicted by the Bewitching Eye, and that Zhang Hai's injuries were even more severe than Lei Zhentian's, Lin Yuerou was plunged into deep worry once more. Seeing Lin Yuerou's worry, Zhang Hai smiled calmly and said, "Madam, you can rest assured. Since Zhuo Linqing has injured me, how could I allow him to escape unscathed?" Zhang Hai's heavy breathing turned into a severe cough. "You injured Zhuo Linqing?" Lin Yuerou was somewhat surprised. Even though Zhuo Linqing was the weakest , it was difficult for anyone to injure him in this small place called Jiangbei. "If Zhuo Linqing's lightness skill wasn't unparalleled, how could Zhang Hai allow him to freely enter and leave this hall, Madam? Please rest assured, Madam, it's unlikely that Zhuo Linqing will commit any more evil deeds in the short term." Zhang Hai coughed heavily, and blood continued to gush from his wound. Zhang Hai had lost too much blood; his face was as white as paper, and his lips were completely bloodless. His tall, fat body swayed, giving the impression that he was about to collapse. "Sit down first, I'll help you stop the bleeding." Before Lin Yuerou could finish speaking, Zhang Hai's body fell backward. Lin Yuerou moved with lightning speed, using her superb lightness skill to rush towards Zhang Hai. Before he fell, she caught him in her The masculine scent mixed with the warm smell of blood wafted over her, making Lin Yuerou's heart flutter. Her sensitive body suddenly felt hot, and her heart pounded rapidly. "My lady is also under the influence of the Bewitching Eye." Zhang Hai lay in Lin Yuerou's arms, his back pressed against her high, firm breasts , feeling their firmness. Zhang Hai took a deep breath, Lin Yuerou's faint fragrance wafting over him, and a heat rose in his lower abdomen. "You can tell I'm under the influence of the Bewitching Eye?" Lin Yuerou's pretty face flushed red, and she slowly squatted down, laying Zhang Hai flat on the ground. "Before the Bewitching Eyes are activated, they cloud the mind, heighten the senses, and alter one's character, revealing the darkness suppressed within. Madam, you are usually aloof and cold-hearted; you would never stoop to such a lowly position as Zhang Hai ." Zhang Hai took a breath and continued, "But now, Madam's face is rosy, and your brows are alluring. Clearly, you are being blinded by the Bewitching Eyes, releasing the lewd desires suppressed within you." Zhang Hai grinned lewdly, and as he breathed heavily, everything blurred; his vision became hazy, and even his own voice seemed distant . "You're talking nonsense!" Lin Yuerou's rosy face flushed crimson, and her lowered hands clenched tightly. Although Lin Yuerou was scolding Zhang Hai, her body was becoming increasingly sensitive, and a burning desire was constantly assaulting her icy heart. She had already accepted Zhang Hai's deduction. "Is there a way to undo the Bewitching Eyes?" Lin Yuerou asked urgently. Zhang Hai didn't respond. His breathing became steady, and blood continued to gush from his wound. Lin Yuerou then realized that Zhang Hai had lost too much blood and was unconscious. "Liu Ping, Zhang Qisen!" Lin Yuerou called out loudly as she walked to the door. There was no response. Apart from the gentle breeze, everything in the night air was eerily quiet.

"Where are Zhang Qisen and Liu Ping? They're nowhere to be found when we need them," Lin Yuerou
cursed inwardly.
If Zhang Qisen and Liu Ping were here, they could treat Zhang Hai's wounds, but now only Lin Yuerou was there. The
traditional concept of men and women not touching each other was deeply ingrained in Lin Yuerou's mind, and she found it extremely difficult to remove Zhang Hai's clothes to treat
his wounds .
"If we delay any longer, he'll die," Lin Yuerou thought to herself, struggling internally.
Looking at Zhang Hai's bleeding wounds and his barely audible breathing, Lin Yuerou gritted her teeth, stamped her
foot, and walked towards Zhang Hai.
Lin Yuerou's trembling hands tore open Zhang Hai's shirt, revealing his round, protruding belly, like that of a woman several months
pregnant . His obese chest was also covered in flabby flesh, making him look extremely disgusting, and Lin Yuerou
felt nauseous.
The knife wound stretched from Zhang Hai's left shoulder to his right abdomen. Lin Yuerou tore her greyish-white top into strips, stretched them from Zhang Hai's
left shoulder , wrapped them tightly around his back, then around his chest, down to his waist, and finally down
to his lower abdomen, the wound reaching almost to his groin.
Lin Yuerou's face was flushed, and she bit her lower lip. Finally, she made up her mind, and with her slender hands, she
pulled down Zhang Hai's pants, revealing the final wound and his thick, erect penis, almost ready to burst out. Lin Yuerou dared not look any longer,
turning her flushed face away, her slender hands fumbling to wrap the final bandage around Zhang Hai's wound.
The wound was too close to his penis, and Lin Yuerou dared not turn back. As she wrapped the bandage, her trembling hands occasionally touched his
burning penis through his clothes, and the unconscious Zhang Hai would occasionally let out soft moans of pleasure.
Lin Yuerou felt a restless unease, her trembling hands becoming increasingly flustered, touching his genitals more and more frequently.
In her hurried, clumsy attempt to bandage him, she was drenched in sweat, feeling
as if she had just survived a fierce battle.
Lin Yuerou wiped the sweat from her forehead, stood up, and looked at the result of her bandaging. Her gaze inadvertently fell on
Zhang Hai bulge, and her heart pounded.
"So big? He's actually hard from being touched," Lin Yuerou muttered to herself, quickly turning her face away.
As if bewitched, Lin Yuerou's mind was filled with Zhang Hai's erection, her beautiful eyes constantly
drawn to it.
"How could he do this? How could he be so shameless?" Lin Yuerou cursed herself incessantly, unable to control
her eyes.
"Clearly, you're being blinded by lust, releasing the lewd desires you've suppressed," Zhang Hai's
words still echoed in her ears, and Lin Yuerou's eyes burned with desire.
Unable to control the lewd thoughts in her mind, Lin Yuerou's beautiful eyes slowly focused on the erect tent
, her slightly parted cherry lips panting rapidly, her high breasts rising and falling with her breath.
"Just for a little while." Lin Yuerou suppressed the wild beating of her heart, but the lewd thoughts were slowly eroding
her reason.
The burning heat of her body and the lewd thoughts fueled the erosion of Lin Yuerou's remaining rationality.
Lin Yuerou's trembling slender hand reached out to Zhang Hai, feeling the heat of his penis through the thin clothing. Lin Yuerou let out a soft moan, her slender
hand leaving his penis as if electrocuted.
"I'm so shameless... his is so hot..." A web of desire wove endlessly in Lin Yuerou's mind,
her sensitive body burning like fire, her honey hole between her long thighs already wet, the warm honey passage feeling like insects crawling, an
unbearable itch.
Having tasted its sweetness, her small hands reached for the tent again, her smooth, slender fingers gripping it
tightly. The man's penis was fully , and Lin Yuerou felt its unusual thickness.
"So thick… just one look." The desire in her mind relentlessly pushed her boundaries. Lin Yuerou knelt between
Zhang Hai's legs, her delicate white hands already gripping the side of his pants and pulling them down forcefully.
The pants were pulled down little by little, revealing the dark pubic hair beneath his abdomen. Lin Yuerou's exquisite
face flushed crimson with excitement, her eyes radiating a burning light.
"I can't do this, I can't betray Zhentian." Lin Yuerou's last shred of reason screamed internally, but her slender hands continued
to tear at Zhang Hai's pants. The enormous penis was gradually revealed as the pants were pulled down, until they reached
his thighs. The thick penis, freed from the pants' restraint, sprang up suddenly, a pungent, fishy odor assaulting her nostrils.
Staring at the thick, erect penis, Lin Yuerou was dumbfounded. She seemed to have forgotten time, forgotten everything, even the lewd desires
in her heart had vanished without a trace.
"How could this be? How is this possible?" Everything was like a dream, yet everything was so real,
yet everything seemed perfectly reasonable.
Chapter Twelve: Rongyang Skill
. Jiangbei, as part of the current martial arts landscape, has never received much attention from the martial arts world. This is not only because of its small size
and sparse population, but more importantly, because it lacks a renowned sect and talented individuals capable of dominating the martial arts world.
More than a decade ago, the three oldest masters of Jiangbei participated in the siege of the Demonic Sect, but their martial arts skills were insufficient to
establish them at the core of the martial arts world, making it difficult for them to receive sufficient attention. This caused Jiangbei
to lose face in the martial arts world.
After the annihilation of the Demonic Sect, the three top martial artists of Jiangbei—Lin Jianwei, the leader of the Lin Family Fortress; Lei Zhentian of Qingyue Manor; and
Chu Huaiqiu, the former leader of the Jianglong Gang—had a brief gathering. While rivals within Jiangbei, they
shared , they considered merging the three major Jiangbei sects to compete for a place in the martial arts world. However, due to their mutual grudges and
conflicts of interest, they couldn't reach an agreement and parted on bad terms.
While lamenting the decline of talent in Jiangbei, the only point of agreement they reached was who would lead
the Jiangbei . On this point, no one doubted the ability of Lu Changhe, the eldest disciple of the Lin Family Fortress.
At that time, Zhang Zhong, the eldest disciple of the Jianglong Gang, was mediocre in martial arts; the newly recruited Jiang Hanlong had not yet shown his talent;
Lin Yuerou of the Lin Family Fortress had not yet established herself in the martial arts world; and Qingyue Manor also lacked outstanding disciples. The only exception in Jiangbei was Lu Changhe, the eldest
disciple . At a young age, his martial arts had already surpassed those of other Jiangbei masters, rivaling even the three top Jiangbei experts, making him
the hope for Jiangbei's future.
The three top masters unanimously favored Lu Changhe, believing his future achievements would far surpass theirs, and he might even
become the first person from Jiangbei to rank among the top ten in the entire martial arts world. This Lu Changhe, once hailed as the future number one in Jiangbei, vanished without a trace
after the siege of the Demonic Sect. Rumors circulated in Jiangbei about his disappearance, but only Lin Yuerou knew that her senior brother had conceived a child with her mother during their father's campaign against the Demonic Sect . When her father found out, he was expelled from the sect, and his fate remained unknown.

For decades, the Lin Family Fortress had dominated Jiangbei. Lin Jianwei had expelled six disciples from the family; three died tragically,
two had their martial arts crippled, and only Lu Changhe disappeared. Lin Yuerou had considered that even if her senior brother hadn't died,
at least his martial arts would have been crippled.
But when Lin Yuerou pulled down Zhang Hai's pants, and his penis sprang up against her face, she froze.
Zhang Hai's penis, though thick, was only about the length of a fist. The tip lacked a glans, instead being an
irregular lump of flesh, surrounded by rough, grotesque scars, resembling a toad perched on its tip.
This was clearly the penis she had bitten off her senior brother years ago. Lin Yuerou still remembered Lu Changhe's handsome
face and carefree personality—a world apart from the fat, ugly Zhang Hai before her.
Lin Yuerou couldn't reconcile the two.
Only this broken penis proved Zhang Hai's true identity. Confirming his identity,
the mystery surrounding Lin Yuerou was solved. Lin Yuerou finally understood why Zhang Hai, with such astonishing martial arts skills,
was an unknown figure in Jiangbei.
The name Zhang Hai was a lie; it was merely a name Lu Changhe used to conceal his identity.
Lin Yuerou also finally understood why Zhang Hai could lose her virginity with just a few fingers.
She had given her first time to Lu Changhe, who knew every part of her body intimately. He knew
her sensitive spots and how to arouse her deepest desires.
Lin Yuerou's thoughts drifted back to the absurd years at Lin Family Manor: the messy stables, the elegant
bed in Lin Yuerou's boudoir, the strong back of the horse—all bore the marks of Lu Changhe's agile figure and the love fluids between Lin Yuerou's legs.
At this moment, Lin Yuerou's suppressed desires surged forth. Her hazy eyes fixed on the ugly penis, like
a hungry child seeing a long-awaited feast. Her slender hands gripped the ugly root, gently stroking it. The rough
lump emitted a fishy, pungent smell, like an aphrodisiac, filling Lin Yuerou's nostrils.
"So thick..." The short, thick penis was held in Lin Yuerou's hand. It was extremely short, with only a
large break visible in her palm. The lump at the break was unusually thick, almost the size of Lin Yuerou's fist. The lump was
surrounded by fine granules, like the bumpy skin of a toad.
Lin Yuerou's heart pounded rapidly. Her delicate red lips parted slightly, and her breath became hot.
"Senior brother, I missed you so much." Lin Yuerou leaned against Zhang Hai's chest, her beautiful face pressed against his
chest . The emotions suppressed within her burst forth with fiery desire. Zhang Hai's ugly face
began to blur in Lin Yuerou's eyes, replaced by Lu Changhe's handsome face. His obese
figure also transformed into the robust silhouette of Lu Changhe from over a decade ago.
Lin Yuerou's slender hand gently stroked the thick, short penis, her rosy lips trembling as she sucked on Zhang Hai's thick
upper lip .
"Cough..." Zhang Hai slowly awoke, his eyes meeting Lin Yuerou's flushed face. His thick
lips were being gently licked by the young woman's smooth, cherry-like lips.
"Madam, this..." Feeling Lin Yuerou's delicate hands rubbing his penis, Zhang Hai's
face turned crimson with excitement.
"Senior brother, cherish me, Yuerou wants you," Lin Yuerou murmured softly, her mind completely
blinded by the lurking allure.
Zhang Hai sighed softly, "She found out after all." Surprisingly
, Lu Changhe felt no resentment or bitterness after Lin Yuerou bit off his genitals; only guilt and
remorse .
When his affair with his master's wife was discovered, and his master wanted to expel him, Lu Changhe was utterly despondent. He felt no fear,
no resentment, only relief and liberation. He thought he could finally let go of everything and
atone for his sins.
His master's wife's heart-wrenching pleas couldn't stop his master's sword. The moment the sword struck, Lu Changhe
closed his eyes, smiling as he faced death. At the last second, his master's wife used her delicate body to block
his master's lightning-fast strike.
The sword pierced his master's wife's shoulder, and his master froze.
"Jianwei, spare Changhe! It's all my fault!" his master's wife pleaded, her
smile tragic as she looked at Lin Jianwei, yet her attitude was unusually resolute.
"Adulterous couple!" Lin Jianwei roared in anger, his sword flashing again, slashing towards his master's wife's delicate neck.
The master's wife showed no fear, only a resigned acceptance of death.
Lu Changhe was shocked. He could die, but he couldn't let his master's wife die. Only in the face of death did he realize
the depth of his love.
Lu Changhe grabbed his master's wife by the waist, dodging his master's sword with a swift backward movement. At the same time, he flicked his fingers repeatedly,
deflecting the sword that was chasing after him.
Lin Jianwei gasped. From the skill of flicking his fingers, he could tell that Lu Changhe's martial arts had surpassed his own. He was
probably unmatched in the entire Jiangbei region. He had been besieging the Demonic Sect for three months, and this kid's martial arts had improved so much.
While Lin Jianwei was surprised, he unleashed his full power with his sword, each move aimed at the vital points of both of them. Lin Jianwei
knew that if he didn't kill Lu Changhe now that he was disheartened, given his progress in martial arts, killing him later would be
extremely difficult .
Lu Changhe, clutching his heartbroken master's wife, desperately evaded his master's relentless pursuit. Lin Jianwei, after all, was one of
the three greatest swordsmen of Jiangbei, his swordsmanship swift and ruthless. After several moves, Lu Changhe was forced into a corner, his sword mercilessly piercing
his master's wife's chest. Lu Changhe was utterly enraged. He roared to the sky like a lion awakening, his eyes bloodshot
as he unleashed astonishing power.
When his master's sword once again pierced the woman in his arms, Lu Changhe tossed her into the air,
caught the incoming sword between his palms, and channeled his inner force like a surging river, striking Lin Jianwei along the sword.
"Ugh!" Lin Jianwei coughed up blood, collapsing to the ground, unable to rise again. His sword shattered, scattering its
sharp edges in all directions.
Lu Changhe had once again displayed his extraordinary inner strength. Lin Jianwei, heartbroken, knew he would never have another
chance to kill Lu Changhe.
"Master, I know my sins are grave and dare not beg for your forgiveness. However, my master's wife's crimes do not warrant
death . Once I have settled her in, I will come to apologize. Do with her as you see fit." Lu Changhe
respectfully kowtowed three times to Lin Jianwei, who was slumped on the ground, then picked up his severely injured master's wife and left.
Attacked by Lu Changhe's powerful internal force, Lin Jianwei's injuries did not improve at all; on the contrary, his internal injuries continued to
worsen. He ultimately did not wait for Lu Changhe's apology and left. From then on, Lin Family Fort disappeared from the Jiangbei martial arts world.
As for Lu Changhe taking his master's wife away, she could not hold on. Due to the severity of her sword wounds, she passed away late that night.
Lu Changhe stayed by her side the whole time, accompanying her on her final journey.
His master's wife's greatest worry was her junior sister, Lin
Yuerou .
Before her death, she made Lu Changhe swear an oath to protect Lin Yuerou for the rest of her life. Meeting his master's wife's sincere gaze, Lu Changhe solemnly swore the oath, and his master's wife passed away peacefully. After burying his master's wife, Lu Changhe could no longer seek death. To conceal himself, he destroyed his handsome face

and strong body, making himself ugly and unbearable to look at. Until no one could
recognize him as the dashing and heroic Lu Changhe, he lay low around Lin Family Fortress for two years. Only after Lin Yuerou
made a name for herself in Jiangbei Phoenix, and seeing that she was capable of protecting herself, did he realize he had no face to stay by her side. He began
to wander the world, traveling north to the desert, south to Suzhou and Hangzhou, making friends all over the world, making his home wherever he went.
During his years traveling north to the desert, he had a brief encounter with Yuwen Wuhen, the leader of the Demonic Sect. The two had a pleasant conversation, and
Yuwen Wuhen, seeing his extraordinary martial arts skills at such a young age, was eager to befriend him. However, Lu Changhe was disheartened and had no interest in
the sectarian conflicts of the martial world, focusing solely on his martial arts. It was during this time that Lu Changhe
gained , laying the foundation for his later ability to discern Zhuo Linqing's martial arts and background.
After more than a decade of wandering the martial world, when he heard again that the Demonic Sect was preparing to invade the Central Plains, he knew it was
time to fulfill the vow he had made to his master's wife. He rushed to Qingyue Manor and won
Lei Zhentian's favor with his astonishing martial arts skills, allowing him to rightfully protect his junior sister as a retainer of Qingyue Manor.
Completely blinded by lust, Lin Yuerou was like a bitch in heat. She ripped off her black
night-clothes, revealing her plump, round breasts, and pulled Lu Changhe's fat, greasy hand to her fair chest:
"Senior brother, do you remember? You always said they were small. Have they grown up now?" Lin Yuerou's dazed
eyes were indescribably alluring, and her delicate face became incredibly lewd.
"Cough..." Lu Changhe coughed heavily, aggravating his wounds, and blood seeped from the wound on his waist and abdomen.
"Senior brother... say something..." Lin Yuerou was completely unaware of the severity of Lu Changhe's injuries. She
was completely consumed by boundless desire, her slender hands grasping Lu Changhe's fat hand and kneading her large, bell-shaped breasts forcefully.
"Rou'er, no..." Severely injured, Lu Changhe was powerless to stop Lin Yuerou's madness. His short, thick
penis swelled rapidly, bursting with astonishing thickness, the disgusting lump at the broken tip emitting a hot, fishy
odor.
"Senior brother, eat... You always say Rou'er's breasts are the sweetest." Lin Yuerou leaned forward slightly,
pressing her ample breasts against Lu Changhe's thick lips.
Compared to Lin Yuerou's teenage years over a decade ago, her breasts were indeed much larger, feeling heavy to the touch
. Lu Changhe felt as if he had returned to those years ago, to his master's wife's full breasts and round, plump buttocks, qualities that the
naive Lin Yuerou could never match. Back then, Lu Changhe had also desperately tried to develop Lin Yuerou's youthful body,
but no matter how he played with her, he always felt something was missing.
The mature was something a naive girl could never achieve.
Lu Changhe's heart burned with desire. He grabbed Lin Yuerou's plump, white breasts and sucked hard.
"Ah," Lin Yuerou moaned in pleasure, "Rou'er loves it when her senior brother eats... ah... senior brother eats Rou'er's
... breasts." Lin Yuerou's slender waist trembled slightly.
Lin Yuerou knelt on the ground like a bitch, her swaying upper body allowing her two pink nipples to slide into Lu
Changhe's lips in turn, letting Lu Changhe suckle her two large, bell-shaped breasts in turn. Her slightly upturned pretty face showed
a look of intoxication.
"Rou'er... wants to eat... eat senior brother's big meat stick." Lin Yuerou crawled over Lu Changhe's head like a bitch,
her two pink nipples still covered with Lu Changhe's saliva. She swayed her large, bell-shaped breasts as she crawled to Lu Changhe's thighs
. As she crawled, her full breasts rubbed against Lu Changhe's round belly, and the blood seeping from her wound stained her tender
nipples red.
"Ah!" As Lin Yuerou bent down, her heavy breasts pressed heavily against the wound on her abdomen, causing blood
to flow out . Lu Changhe gasped, beads of sweat instantly forming on his forehead.
The severed male organ between his legs was as ugly as Lu Changhe's appearance. Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Yuerou
parted her cherry lips and swallowed the ugly male organ, sucking it vigorously.
The hundreds of acres of mechanical barriers in the Ghost Forest near Qingyue Manor were originally for defense, but now they had become
Zhuo Linqing's safe haven.
Deep in the Ghost Forest, Zhuo Linqing's dwarf body leaned against a large tree. He was breathing heavily,
his eyes unfocused, and blood occasionally trickled from the corner of his lips.
"You're injured?" Liu Ping looked at the dwarf before him, his hand gripping the ghost-head knife tightly, his eyes radiating
a chilling light. He was assessing Zhuo Linqing's injuries. If it was a good time to act, he would not hesitate to kill Zhuo
Linqing to avenge Xiang'er.
"Who exactly is that fat man?" Zhuo Linqing spat out a mouthful of blood as he spoke, staining his chest red.
Zhuo Linqing found it hard to believe that Zhang Hai, despite being stabbed, would fight to
the death after being ambushed by his superior lightness skill. That swift and unparalleled palm strike shattered his internal energy, leaving Zhuo Linqing severely injured. His astonishing martial arts
were even superior to his own.
"I don't know. I only know his name is Zhang Hai, and he only joined Qingyue Manor a few months ago." Liu Ping
nervously approached Zhuo Linqing, his hand holding the knife trembling slightly, his palms already damp with sweat.
Zhuo Linqing looked at Liu Ping and smiled coldly: "Even if I am severely injured, I can still take your life in the blink of an eye,
so don't have any improper thoughts." "Elder, you jest. Even if you gave me a few times the courage, how could I dare to attack
you ?" Liu Ping stopped abruptly, beads of sweat rolling down his face.
Seeing Liu Ping stop, Zhuo Linqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Lu Changhe's swift counterattack had indeed severely injured him
. If Liu Ping were to fight to the death now, the outcome would still be uncertain.
"My injuries are severe. Without the aid of light footwork, I cannot freely enter or leave Ghost Forest
. You must find a way to get me out," Zhuo Linqing said coldly to Liu Ping. He knew he could not show weakness at this moment. If Liu Ping saw through his weakness, he believed
Liu Ping would attack and kill him without hesitation.
"Brother Liu Ping, aren't you guarding the backyard with Zhang Hai and the others?" A tall
figure asked Liu Ping, who was climbing the wall.
"Uh, Madam asked me to deliver a message to Master Xu. Have you seen him?" Liu Ping asked.
"Master Xu just left. He should be here soon. Wait here for a while," the tall man replied.
"Are you all alone here?" Liu Ping looked down from the city wall. It was pitch black below, and he couldn't see his hand in front of him.
Five fingers.
"Hmm, I'm the only one left. Everyone else is asleep." The tall man looked at Liu Ping approaching. Liu
Ping was holding a rope, and the other end of the rope seemed to be a small black dog in the darkness.
"I didn't expect Brother Liu Ping to bring a dog along." The tall man walked into the darkness to touch the dog's
head.
A flash of light appeared, and the tall man fell silently. The dog in the darkness instantly stood up, revealing its dwarf-like
figure.
"You..." Liu Ping was shocked. He hadn't expected Zhuo Linqing to kill someone so suddenly again.
"Zhang Hai is seriously injured now. We need to find a way to get rid of him as soon as possible." Zhuo Linqing instructed Liu Ping, then,
without looking back, slid down the rope from the city wall and disappeared into the vast night.
Liu Ping looked at the corpse on the ground, fearing that Xu Fang would discover him, and didn't dare to linger, quickly leaving.
Zhuo Linqing escaped, but this was tantamount to releasing a tiger back into the mountains. When Zhuo Linqing reappeared, he would surely launch a furious
counterattack . Liu Ping felt himself sinking into boundless darkness once more. If he had fought back then, perhaps the outcome would have been different;
at least he would be better off than living in constant fear now, no longer tormented by the conscience of betraying Qingyue Manor.
Liu Ping dragged his heavy steps across the cobblestone ground, following the covered walkway along the side
of the courtyard towards the main hall in the back. In the distance, he saw the hall door half-open, the oil lamp flickering inside,
and a shadowy figure lurking in front of the half-open door. The tall figure was instantly recognizable as Zhang Qisen.
"What's that kid up to again?" Liu Ping strode forward and slapped Zhang Qisen hard on the shoulder.
Zhang Qisen fell as if struck by lightning, his terrified face making Liu Ping chuckle.
Only after recognizing Liu Ping did Zhang Qisen put his index finger to his lips in a shushing gesture, while pointing towards the hall with his other hand,
his face filled with a lewd expression.
A soft moan, "Mmm," emanated from the hall. Liu Ping, before even seeing inside,
felt a tremor run through him upon hearing the moan.
Liu Ping tiptoed to the half-open doorway and peeked out. Under the flickering oil lamp, two naked bodies
were entangled on the bluestone floor
of the hall. The obese Zhang Hai lay supine on the floor, his head almost bald, a few stray hairs
askew . A naked, voluptuous body lay on top of him, kneeling, her long, strong thighs
pressed low. The woman's mysterious vulva was pressed against Zhang Hai's face, while she buried her face in his groin, sucking
noisily.
From the doorway, all that could be seen was the woman's plump, white buttocks writhing against Zhang Hai's lips, her tender
body trembling intermittently.
Liu Ping's heart suddenly raced. From his angle, he couldn't see the woman's face, only her plump, white
buttocks and perfect figure—qualities only the manor lord's wife, Lin Yuerou, possessed in Qingyue Manor.
"This Zhang Hai is really lucky," Zhang Qisen said, licking his dry lips.
"Brother Ping, look, look, she's a white tiger, and a damn thin slit!" Zhang Qisen said nervously.
Lin Yuerou lifted her plump, white buttocks. There wasn't a single hair between her legs, and her
mysterious , with only a thin slit between the labia. The slit, licked by Zhang Hai, was covered in saliva and
glistened under the oil lamp.
Zhang Qisen ignored Liu Ping beside him and reached down to pull out his own penis and began to masturbate.
Liu Ping looked at Zhang Qisen with disdain, his eyes filled with a hint of expectation. He looked at
his own swollen crotch, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to masturbate.
Lin Yuerou crawled around on her knees like a female dog, her exquisite face filled with alluring charm. Her dazed
eyes showed that this woman had completely lost her mind, driven only by boundless desire. Her two large breasts hung low like bells,
swaying violently with her crawling. Her pink nipples were much larger than those of an average woman. She moved her plump,
white buttocks to Zhang Hai's hips and writhed. Her
writhing buttocks searched between Zhang Hai's legs. Lin Yuerou's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her pearly teeth lightly biting her lower lip, her face
full of lust with a hint of anxious longing.
Finally, her plump, white buttocks stopped writhing like a predator capturing its prey, and her slender waist stopped
trembling . The world fell silent, so quiet that only Zhang Qisen's heavy breathing could be heard, like the calm
before a storm.
"Ah!" A loud, lewd cry from Lin Yuerou's cherry lips shattered the silence of the world. Her plump, white buttocks
suddenly pressed down sharply against Zhang Hai's crotch. Lin Yuerou's upper body jerked upwards, her ample breasts
bouncing rapidly, her pretty face contorted with excitement.
"It's in! It's in!" Zhang Qisen excitedly patted Liu Ping's shoulder, as if he himself were
the one fucking her.
Liu Ping looked at Zhang Qisen's hand, which was manipulating his penis, patting his shoulder, and felt a wave of disgust.
"What the hell are you pretending for? You're still riding on a man and moaning like a slut." Zhang Qisen thought of the usually dignified
and aloof mistress of the manor writhing her plump, white buttocks on such an ugly man, and he
cursed viciously, gripping his penis tightly again.
The vast night sky was dotted with stars, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves in the dark forest.
Deep in the forest, a faint light flickered, like a will-o'-the-wisp.
"I just clearly saw a little monkey go into this forest," a handsome member of the Jianglong Gang
muttered to himself.
"Let me tell you, Madam Nan, this forest is eerie. Last time, Seventh Brother and the others went into the forest at night, and when they
came out they were all mentally impaired. They couldn't speak during the day, and at night they were screaming and shouting. Zhang Zhong chased them away."
Nan An was pretty, with fair skin like a young girl, and everyone called her "Madam Nan."
Just now, the darkness, he seemed to have seen a monkey come down from Qingyue Manor. The group had tracked it to the edge of the forest,
but the monkey darted into the woods at incredible speed, and they couldn't catch it. Nan An wanted to go into the forest to investigate, but in
the vast darkness, no one dared to enter this eerie forest.
Seeing that no one dared to enter, the group could only shake their heads and give up. After they turned and left, the monkey-like
figure jumped down from the tree trunk and staggered slowly into the depths of the forest.
Under the bright moonlight, the monkey-like figure was clearly that of a dwarf old man well past sixty. His full head of silver hair
fluttered in the breeze, his wrinkled face was etched with drooping brows, his breathing was extremely heavy, his withered arms trembled
slightly , and his thin legs barely supported his dwarf-like figure as he moved slowly forward, like a dying old man.
"Elder Zhuo, you're injured?" Zhang Zhong stood beside the carriage, his face showing surprise.
Zhang Zhong, shirtless and wearing knee-length shorts, looked like a fisherman pulling a boat on the riverbank. He had slender hands, thin feet, and
a protruding, pointed mouth; when surprised, he resembled a grinning mouse.
"Get out of the way! Any news on Jiang Hanlong's ambush of the Thunderbolt Hall?" Zhuo Linqing asked coldly, glancing at Zhang Zhong.
"No news yet." Zhang Zhong looked at Zhuo Linqing's icy gaze with some fear.
"Notify me immediately if Jiang Hanlong arrives. Now, immediately dispatch men to prevent Qingyue Manor from breaking out." Zhuo
Linqing's breathing became heavier as he spoke, as if he might die at any moment.
"I'll go right now." Zhang Zhong was overjoyed and fled the forest like a whirlwind.
Zhuo Linqing sighed, gazing at the gloomy forest, then turned and climbed into the carriage. Just as when he left, Qingling's naked
body lay prone on the snow-white fox fur, turbid semen slowly flowing from between her tightly closed buttocks.
Seeing Zhuo Linqing enter, Qingling cowered in a corner of the carriage, her naked body
trembling uncontrollably, white semen flowing from between her legs onto her fox fur coat.
"That brat Zhang Zhong must have been fucking you a lot while I was gone," Zhuo Linqing said, grabbing Zhang Zhong's clothes and pressing them against Qingling's
tender crotch, forcefully wiping away her vaginal fluids.
"It hurts," Qingling groaned, her delicate body trembling violently.
"Go outside and clean yourself up. Don't get my carriage dirty." Zhuo Linqing tossed Zhang Zhong's clothes to Qingling
.
Qingling used the clothes to plug her vulva and stepped out of the carriage. Zhuo Linqing followed, sitting on the edge of the carriage,
watching Qingling with interest.
Qingling knelt on the cold, damp ground, large amounts of semen gushing from her vulva and dripping to the ground.
"That bastard Zhang Zhong shot so much inside? Aren't you afraid of getting you pregnant?" Zhuo Linqing said with a lewd grin.
Qingling stood there, stunned, unsure how to respond.
"Hurry up and clean yourself, or do I have to clean you myself?" Zhuo Linqing looked at Qingling coldly.
Qingling shivered. She squatted down and used her slender white fingers to gently wipe
her tender petals with Zhang Zhong's clothes.
"Hmm, clean the inside too." Zhuo Linqing stared at Qingling's tender honey hole and grinned lewdly.
Qingling felt deeply humiliated, tears welling up in her eyes, but for the sake of her child, she could only grit her teeth and accept the devil's instructions.
Her slender white fingers pushed Zhang Zhong's clothes deep into her honey hole and gently wiped it, her brows furrowing from time to time.
"Is it clean?" Zhuo Linqing asked when Qingling stopped moving.
"Mmm," Qingling choked.
Zhuo Linqing pointed to the tree next to Qingling: "Do a split, so I can see it more clearly." Zhuo Linqing's
wrinkled face seemed to have become a little rosier.
"No... I'll do anything... just don't humiliate me like this." Qingling pleaded desperately, tears rolling down her face.
"It seems you don't care about your son." Zhuo Linqing said coldly.
Qingling gritted her teeth to steady her trembling body, raised her long, slender legs and white, delicate feet above her head, pressing them against
the straight tree trunk, stretching her honeypot wide open in a split.
Despite the severe physical and mental trauma, as the wife of the Jianglong Gang leader, Qingling's martial arts skills were still quite good, and the split
was still easy for her.
Zhuo Linqing walked to the tree, his dwarf height just enough to see Qingling's tender honeypot. His withered fingers
forcefully pried open the tender opening, revealing the glistening, tender flesh. Zhuo Linqing greedily swallowed.
"How did Zhang Zhong do this? It's all torn." Zhuo Linqing's withered fingers pressed
and rubbed .
Qingling didn't answer, and Zhuo Linqing forcefully tore open the still unhealed wound again.
"He put his hand in and tore it apart." Qingling gritted her teeth, trembling all over, but couldn't bear the pain.
"That bastard has no mercy for women." Zhuo Linqing glared fiercely at the outer edge of the forest.
"Climb down." Zhuo Linqing patted Qingling's plump buttocks.
"Into the car...not outside." Qingling looked around nervously, but Zhuo Linqing forced her to kneel on the ground,
her limbs supporting her weight, her snow-white buttocks raised high.
Zhuo Linqing stripped off his clothes, his frail body pitifully thin, devoid of flesh, like skin covering a
human skeleton. Incongruous with his emaciated figure was his thick, black penis, hanging between his two bamboo-like legs, its
length extending past his knees, making it appear even thicker than his legs.
Qingling knelt and crawled, Zhuo Linqing standing behind her plump, white buttocks. His dwarf-like figure meant that his thick, black
penis was positioned right at the cleft of Qingling's buttocks, the large glans pressing against her tender vulva. His thin hands gripped Qingling's
slender waist, his hips thrusting forward, his thick, black penis easily penetrating her honeyed passage.
Zhuo Linqing's breathing became even heavier, his withered hands trembled slightly, and his thin legs quivered, as if he
were about to collapse . The powerful counterattack from Zhang Hai had shattered Zhuo Linqing's internal energy,
causing severe internal injuries. Coupled with escaping Qingyue Manor and dodging the Jianglong Gang's defenses, all of this had left Zhuo Linqing
utterly exhausted.
"How could there be such a master in Jiangbei? Could it be the person the leader mentioned?" Zhuo Linqing suddenly
recalled the person the leader had warned him about before his departure—Lu Changhe. The leader had repeatedly warned him that this man
possessed extremely high martial arts skills and that he should be careful. However, this man hadn't been involved in the martial world for decades, and Zhuo Linqing had simply assumed that Lu
Changhe had left the martial world, or even if he were still in Jiangbei, how high could his martial arts skills be?
Only now did Zhuo Linqing realize how wrong he had been. Lu Changhe's martial arts skills were beyond his expectations,
greatly increasing the difficulty of his conquest of Jiangbei. The only saving grace was that he had injured him. If his internal injuries healed
quickly enough, before Lu Changhe recovered, controlling Jiang Bei would still be a piece of cake.
Zhuo Linqing forcefully thrust his thick, black penis into Qingling's body. The large, blunt head was already pressed against the deepest part of her vagina
, with four fingers still protruding from the outside. He swayed his withered buttocks, letting the glans grind against
her delicate flower.
Qingling knelt on the ground, her slender hands pale and terrifying in the darkness. Her white fingers dug into the soil, and each
grinding made her heart race. Her tender body trembled as she resisted the pleasurable sensation coming from her flower.
Seeing Qingling's desperate resistance, the withered dwarf smiled sinisterly and accelerated the grinding against her flower. His standing
angle allowed him to rub Qingling's most delicate flower from any angle.
Qingling bit her lower lip, suppressing the urge to scream. Beads of sweat trickled down her pretty
face There was no thrusting, only grinding against her clitoris. The pleasure was unlike anything Qingling had ever experienced. Jiang Hanlong, with his
equally thick and long penis, had never given her this intoxicating enjoyment as Zhuo Linqing had.
"Ah," an uncontrollable moan escaped her lips, her desire surging forth like a river bursting its banks.
"Hanlong... I'm sorry, please forgive Qingling." Tears streamed down Qingling's face as a burning
desire assaulted her sensitive nerves, leaving her no time to think.
Zhuo Linqing's withered hands embraced Qingling's plump buttocks, like a little monkey hugging a large white horse. The
little monkey shook its thin buttocks wildly, while his thick, dark penis swayed back and forth within the beautiful woman's tender jade passage,
its large, blunt head relentlessly grinding against the most delicate core of her vagina.
No need for thrusting; the deadly pleasure of this wanton grinding was enough to drive Qingling mad. Her high-pitched moans
echoed through the night sky, her plump buttocks swaying incessantly with Zhuo Linqing's grinding.
"Ah... ah... um," her sweet voice was like an aphrodisiac, and with each soft cry, she
completely opened herself up to the dwarf old man.
With a long moan, as Zhuo Linqing's grinding intensified, a warm sensation rose in Qingling's tender core.
Her slender hands clenched tightly, her body tensing instantly, and a warm current gushed from her flower bud like a bursting dam.
At the very moment of Qingling's climax, Zhuo Linqing's thin hands firmly grasped her large, white buttocks, his thick, dark penis aimed at
her flower bud. In the instant of the gushing fluids, his hips thrust forward, the remaining four fingers of his thick, dark penis
penetrating her. The large, blunt head entered another, even more tender space the moment her flower bud opened.
"Ah..." The climax came swiftly and intensely. Qingling suddenly looked up, her flushed face contorted with excitement,
fine beads of sweat covering her smooth, bare back, and her arms supporting her body began to tremble.
After a brief but intense climax, Qingling collapsed like a limp rag doll, her hands unable to support her weight. Her ample breasts
and upper body slumped onto the wet ground, leaving only her plump buttocks still erect. The thick, dark
penis bulged like a flagpole, displaying the glory of a victor. A wave of shame and regret washed over Qingling after her climax
, causing her to sob softly on the ground.
With Qingling's cooperation during her orgasm, the dark red glans, inserted into her cervix, tightened its grip, leaving no gap.
Zhuo Linqing secretly gathered his qi, channeling the internal energy that Lu Changhe had scattered
into his dantian, then into his dark, thick penis, which pressed into Qingling's uterus from the dark red glans. Qingling
felt a surge of heat flowing from the thick penis into her lower body, a bloating sensation pressing on her internal
organs. She glanced down and saw a slight bulge in her flat abdomen, like that of a pregnant woman. Qingling's eyes widened;
she couldn't believe the changes in her body.
As Zhuo Linqing circulated his internal energy, his thin body was covered in sweat, and his gaunt face was as pale as a corpse. He tightly gripped the
plump round buttocks before him, daring not to make the slightest movement.
Zhuo Linqing was using the Healing Heart Technique of the Demonic Sect's unique "Flower Control Technique," specifically the Yang-Melting
Skill. This technique, which absorbs Yin to replenish Yang during intercourse, aims to enhance one's power. However, the absorption effect of the Flower Control Technique
is not significant, but the Healing Heart Technique of the Yang-Melting Skill recorded in the technique is remarkably effective for those suffering from internal injuries.
This Yang-Melting Skill uses the woman as a vessel, utilizing the extremely Yin area within her body to resolve internal injuries with gentle Yin energy. This
technique has a very obvious healing effect, but it has a significant drawback: similar to a bewitching eye, once activated,
it is difficult . If forcibly stopped, the practitioner will suffer from Yang deficiency, which can worsen internal injuries or even lead to death from exhaustion.
Therefore, each time he circulates this technique, he must be extremely careful, without the slightest mistake.
Qingling could clearly feel Zhuo Linqing's tension. The swelling in her lower body continued to increase, her protruding belly feeling
like that of a woman several months pregnant. Qingling tried to move to make herself more comfortable kneeling, but Zhuo Linqing
held her buttocks firmly, preventing her from moving an inch.
His thick, dark penis was like a dog's phallus stuck inside her vagina, unable to move an inch.
Under the quiet night sky, a gentle mountain breeze blew, and Zhuo Linqing's heavy breathing gradually calmed down. Qingling's protruding belly began
to slowly flatten.
The thick, dark penis was pulled out of her tender vagina with a soft "pop." Zhuo Linqing's pale face
regained some color. He tried to circulate his internal energy, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Sit on me." Zhuo Linqing's thin, monkey-like body lay sprawled on the damp
ground , his withered hands behind his head, his eyes lewdly looking at Qingling's plump, naked body. His thick, dark penis
stood erect, looking extremely disproportionate to her thin frame.
Qingling straddled Zhuo Linqing woodenly, her slender hands reaching behind her to grasp his thick, dark penis, her plump
buttocks to enter her body.
"You've gotten more and more skilled in just a few days! A natural slut indeed." Zhuo Linqing's withered hands reached for Qingling's
breasts, kneading and squeezing them.
"No...please...don't." Hearing Zhuo Linqing's filthy words, Qingling shed tears of shame and indignation.
"What are you sitting there for? Move!" Zhuo Linqing forcefully pinched her tender nipples.
"Ah!" Qingling cried out in pain, her plump, upturned buttocks beginning to rise and fall, swallowing and releasing the thick, dark penis.
The hazy sky began to brighten, and the soft moans of a beautiful woman echoed again through the mountains. At
the dawn of Qingyue Manor, in the main hall of the backyard, heavy breathing mixed with delicate moans
filled the entire hall. A naked man and woman had been locked in a fierce battle all night, their bodies stained crimson with Lu Changhe's blood,
who, having lost too much blood, was beginning to lose consciousness.
"Melting Yang Technique!" Lu Changhe seemed to realize something and cried out in alarm. During the intense intercourse,
the wound had already reopened, and blood gushed out rapidly, staining his body. He tried to push
Lin Yuerou off him, but due to blood loss, his hands were completely powerless.
A soft moan escaped Lin Yuerou's lips, drawn out and becoming unusually excited. Lin Yuerou stopped her
frenzied thrusting, her naked upper body pressed against Lu Changhe's chest, breathing heavily, her entire body convulsing.
Lu Changhe could clearly feel Lin Yuerou's soft, moist passage constantly contracting and squeezing his ugly penis; her convulsing
body told him that this was Lin Yuerou's reaction to an extreme orgasm.
After a long while, Lin Yuerou's heavy breathing gradually evened out, and her dazed eyes
slowly return.
With a cry of alarm, Lin Yuerou hugged her high, firm breasts, looking at the scene before her in fear.
"You..." Lin Yuerou pointed her slender finger at Lu Changhe's crotch. Her beautiful eyes held not only fear but also
chilling anger. Yet, she clearly remembered riding Lu Changhe and thrusting wildly.
Thinking of her frantic movements, Lin Yuerou realized she was still straddling Lu Changhe, her private parts
stretched open by his penis.
Lin Yuerou quickly lifted her plump buttocks, the scarred growth at the severed head of Lu Changhe's penis scraping harshly against her tender jade.
Lin Yuerou's long, slender legs trembled from the stimulation. After a night of intense battle, she was utterly exhausted.
"Ah..." Lin Yuerou lost her balance and forcefully shoved the short, thick penis into her plump buttocks. Her white, fleshy buttocks
pressed heavily against Lu Changhe's crotch, her tender vaginal canal taut from the friction of the engorged penis.
Lin Yuerou gritted her teeth, supporting herself with her hands on the ground, and slightly raised her buttocks, enduring the
deadly numbness of the penis scraping against her vaginal canal. Her buttocks rose little by little, and the short, thick penis was slowly pulled out.
With a "whoosh," Lin Yuerou let out a long breath. At the point where her buttocks were raised high, the disgusting,
large node of the severed penis was pulled out, accompanied by a large amount of cloudy white semen.
"Rou'er, we must act quickly to kill Zhuo Linqing." Lu Changhe's eyes were already unfocused due to blood loss.
Lin Yuerou's eyes were lifeless. This was her first loss of virginity since her marriage, having slept with someone other than her husband. She felt
immense shame and indignation, the words "slut" and "bitch" constantly swirling in her mind. She ignored Lu Changhe's voice
. "Rou'er..." Lu Changhe tried to rouse Lin Yuerou to her senses.
"Mmm!" Lin Yuerou responded softly.
"The Demonic Sect's 'Yin-Yang Fusion Technique' is an excellent method for healing the heart. If we don't kill Zhuo Linqing quickly, once he
uses the 'Yin-Yang Fusion Technique,' his internal injuries will heal in less than three days. By then, Qingyue Manor will be in grave danger." Lu Changhe gasped
for breath, his eyelids beginning to tire, his breathing becoming increasingly faint.
"Senior Brother..." Lin Yuerou's soft voice faded into the distance, her figure becoming blurred.
After a night of intercourse, Lu Changhe's wounds had bled profusely. He had held on until now, and was now at
the end of his life.
Lin Yuerou frantically searched through the scattered clothes on the floor until she found a white porcelain bottle. She poured out a snow-white
pill and fed it to Lu Changhe.
It was the Tianshan Sect's Nourishing Heart Pill, which Xu Fang had given to Lin Yuerou when he took Lei Zhentian's pulse. At that time, because Yuan Shuo had seriously injured
Lei , Lin Yuerou feared further complications and dared not fully trust Xu Fang, so she did not dare to give it to Lei Zhentian. Now,
Lu Changhe's injuries were much more serious than Lei Zhentian's, and Lin Yuerou dared not hesitate for a moment.
The Nourishing Heart Pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth. With Lu Changhe's weak swallowing, the pill felt like a raging fire burning his throat. Lu Changhe pressed his hands together
laboriously against his throat, a trace of fear showing in his unfocused eyes.
"You... are so... poisonous." Lu Changhe managed to squeeze out a weak sound. His weak body
twisted , clearly indicating that what he had swallowed was not the Nourishing Heart Pill, but a deadly poison that would kill upon contact with blood.
Lin Yuerou was even more astonished than Lu Changhe. Holding the porcelain-white jade bottle, she stood there dumbfounded, helpless in the face of Lu Changhe's
desperate struggles, watching helplessly as blood flowed from his seven orifices and he fell silent.
"Senior brother..." Lin Yuerou cried out in a long, mournful voice.

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