Xia Fangrong's slutty cunt

This family was a notorious bandit in the north, relying on their superior water skills to
roam . Due to conflicting interests, they clashed with the largest gang on the Yan River, but
were defeated because the other side outnumbered them. At a critical moment, Zhan Yun rescued them. The Qu family, tired of their life as bandits, recognized Zhan Yun
as their master and left the Yan River.
Zhan Yun originally wanted them to live in his mansion, but they preferred to live on the island. Qu Sen was also
the dispatcher for Zhan Yun's shipping company, making many contributions to Changlong Shipping.
Soon, dishes cooked with pig dragon were placed on the table.
"Old Qu! How is everything at the shipping company..." Zhan Yun trusted Qu Sen and Tu Baichuan the most.
"Mostly the same as before..." Qu Sen ate heartily with his food and wine.
"A few days ago, the young mistress and her senior brother came to the island with a young man..." Granny Shark
chimed in .
"Do you know them?" Zhan Yun took a bite of the pig dragon meat, which was indeed very delicious.
"I don't recognize him, but his accent sounds like he's from Shandong! But I always felt this young man was very
familiar , just like the young mistress's senior brother..." Granny Shark pondered something.
"Senior Brother Liu Yong is from Yunling Prefecture, he might have been here before..." Zhan Yun said dismissively.
"I know that young man! I saw him in a market town back in my hometown of Yanhe. I later
heard he was the Sword Master Shangguan Lang, tall and handsome, a famous young master in the martial arts world..."
When they were river pirates, Qiu Lin was specifically responsible for scouting and reconnaissance, so she knew a lot about the people in the martial arts world.
"Let's not talk about this anymore... tonight let's drink and eat well." Zhan Yun ended the conversation.
The meal was very pleasant, and Zhan Yun often visited them like this.
After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, the moon was high in the sky and it was already late, so Zhan Yun declined Qu Sen and the others' invitation to stay. A light boat, steered by Qu Sen, was as fast as a galloping horse. This trip lasted for more than a month, the longest
Zhan Yun had ever been away from home since his marriage . "Young Master! There's something I'm not sure if I should say..." Qu Sen slowed his rowing. "Being long-winded isn't your style, just say it..." Zhan Yun looked at the bright moon in the sky; Yunling Lake had a unique beauty under the bright moonlight. "Maybe I'm seeing things... Young Master, please don't mind..." The giant-like man still stammered a bit. "Stop beating around the bush! Just say it..." Zhan Yun couldn't guess what Qu Sen was going to say; this had never happened to him before. "That day when the young mistress came to the island, she and that swordsman went to the big willow tree ... I was catching turtles in the water not far away at the time... I saw the young mistress and the swordsman getting very close, and he even touched the young mistress's buttocks..." Qu Sen spoke somewhat haltingly. "...You might have seen wrong... Don't mention this again..." Zhan Yun smiled slightly at Qu Sen. "I also think I saw wrong..." Qu Sen rowed his oars harder again. Zhan Yun felt a pang of doubt. He knew Qu Sen was exceptionally gifted; not only could he hold his breath underwater for half an hour, but his eyes were also extraordinary. Qu Sen could see not only underwater but also clearly see objects above . Recalling their harmonious relationship since their marriage, Zhan Yun didn't believe his wife would do anything to betray him, and perhaps he had misjudged her. Zhan Yun's house was by the river, and for convenience, he had built a small dock not far from his door . Qu Sen escorted Zhan Yun ashore and then returned home. He hurried to the house; the vermilion gate and copper studs indicated the owner's status as a scholar, and two large red lanterns hung on the lintel, bearing the words "Zhan Mansion." Gently knocking on the door, Zhan Yun felt a surge of excitement; he hadn't seen his wife for over a month. Her beautiful body flashed through his mind, and Zhan Yun suddenly felt a surge of heat. "Who is it…?" With a light footstep, the door opened. "…Oh…it's Young Master back…" The man who opened the door was nearly forty years old, not tall and somewhat thin, but with a loud voice. "I haven't seen you before…where did Old Wu go…" Zhan Yun sized up the man carrying a lantern . Old Wu was a long-term worker in Zhan Yun's household, and he had been working there for over twenty years since Zhan Yun's father was alive . It could be said that Zhan Yun was raised by Old Wu. "I am Wu Bin, a nephew of Old Wu's. I call him Second Uncle. A few days ago, my Second Uncle's tuberculosis flared up, so he asked me to watch the gate for him for a few days…Young Master, don't worry, it's nothing serious. He for a while…" Wu Bin spoke in the local dialect and seemed very talkative. "I can go in by myself. You go back and rest…" Zhan Yun knew that Old Wu did indeed have tuberculosis . "Then please have a safe journey, Young Master…" Wu Bin bowed and left. Zhan Yun's mansion was a large three-courtyard house with very few servants. The front courtyard was where the servants lived. The second courtyard was the main hall for receiving guests, with several guest rooms on the east and west sides. The rear courtyard was the garden and Zhan Yun's living quarters, where servants were not allowed to enter without his permission. Arriving at the gate between the two courtyards, the pretty maid Xia Xue was already waiting. "Young Master is back. Miss is preparing food for you..." The maid curtsied and led the way. "Haven't seen you in so long, did you miss me?" Zhan Yun reached out and touched . The soft, smooth feel stirred his heart, but he felt a little strange. Previously, whenever Zhan Yun tried to take advantage of the maid, she would shyly avoid him, but this time she didn't react at all. Zhan Yun didn't pay much attention to this; his mind was filled with thoughts of his beautiful wife. Upon entering the bedroom of the small building, Zhan Yun saw his wife leaning against the window, gazing at him with a charming look. "My lady, I'm back..." Zhan Yun rushed forward and embraced his wife. "Husband! I missed you so much..." Xia Fangrong offered a sweet kiss. Sucking on his wife's sweet tongue, Zhan Yun's large hand reached into her loose robe. His wife wasn't wearing a bodice under her robe, and Zhan Yun immediately grabbed her full breasts. Her smooth breasts rolled in Zhan Yun's hands, her engorged nipples already swollen and erect.

Zhan Yun's large hand moved downwards, passing through his wife's flat, firm abdomen and pressing directly
onto her plump, wet vulva. His wife wasn't wearing any underwear, and Zhan Yun felt that her vulva was already dripping with lustful fluids, even
the pubic hair on her mons pubis was wet.
"Rongrong! Why is your little vulva so wet…" Zhan Yun teased his wife while
running his fingers between her thick labia.
"…Just now, as soon as I heard you were back… I suddenly really wanted to…give it to me…" Xia Fangrong
breathed heavily, her soft hands rubbing her husband's already erect penis through her clothes.
"Okay! I'll fuck your little cunt now…" Zhan Yun turned his wife's body around, making her bend over, her hands on
the windowsill .
As Zhan Yun thrust his thick, hard penis into his wife's vulva, he saw a
dark shadow flash by in the distance through the open windowpane. Zhan Yun no longer cared what it was; all his senses were
drawn to his wife's hot, wet vulva.
On Yunfeng Island, there are actually two peaks, but people only pay attention to the tallest, Yunfeng, often overlooking the smaller
one . The southeast corner of this smaller peak is a sheer cliff right next to the lake, below which lies the crashing waves
of Yunling Lake. Many turbulent eddies and undercurrents exist here, so even the exceptionally skilled swimmers Qu Sen and his son dare not
attempt a swim here.
The top of the smaller peak is quite flat, covered with pine trees and shrubs. At the edge of the cliff near the forest, there is a
small open area with two small burial mounds. Zhan Yun would come here to pay his respects every so often.
Three days had passed since his return from Anping Prefecture, and this evening, Zhan Yun prepared offerings and paper money and came to the graves.
Xia Fangrong stood not far behind Zhan Yun, with Wu Bin, the gatekeeper, beside her; he
had carried the offerings and paper money up there. Xia Fangrong had once asked Zhan Yun who was buried there, and her husband had said it was two of his family's old farmhands.
Xia Fangrong even inquired with Old Wu about it, confirming that her husband hadn't lied to her. These two old farmhands had been with the Zhan family
longer than Old Wu himself, and they had raised Zhan Yun.
Every time Zhan Yun came here, his heart was heavy. The two men buried beneath these two mounds
were not only the family's old farmhands, but also his mentors. They had passed on all their knowledge to him,
and he didn't even know their real names.
Another reason Zhan Yun bought Yunfeng Island was that his two mentors also loved this place.
Especially at dusk, they liked to stand here and admire the vast Yunling Lake bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. Therefore, Zhan
Yun always chose to pay his respects at dusk, feeling closer to his mentors.
Looking back at his wife and the respectful Wu Bin, and then at the paper money turning to ashes in the fire,
Zhan Yun felt a pang of melancholy.
For the past year or two, his wife and the pretty maid Xia Xue had accompanied him on each visit. But for the past three days, Xia Xue seemed
preoccupied, deliberately avoiding him. Zhan Yun planned to talk to Xia Xue when he got back tonight, to ask her
if she had any difficulties or other ideas.
Zhan Yun took out another handful of paper money to put in the fire, when he suddenly noticed two crookedly written characters on one of the pieces—
"Be careful."
Someone was warning him. Zhan Yun calmly burned the paper money and began to silently circulate his internal energy, allowing
his senses to spread outwards. Sure enough, he sensed faint presences about twenty feet away, and more than
one . To be able to lurk at such close range without being detected, Zhan Yun knew the other party must be a top-tier expert.
Just as Zhan Yun was guessing who these people were, a whooshing sound came from behind him, and seven throwing knives shot towards his back like
lightning . Immediately afterward, seven figures leaped out of their hiding place in the pine forest like falcons,
seemingly chasing after the throwing knives.
"Assassins..." Zhan Yun slammed his palms on the ground, his body circling like a hawk, the seven throwing knives almost grazing the
soles of his shoes.
Before Zhan Yun could even land, seven gleaming longswords, imbued with sharp sword energy, thrust towards him.
"Soul Hook..." Zhan Yun roared, his arms flashing as if he instantly transformed into a thousand-armed demon.
Hundreds of palm shadows, like hundreds of hideous ghost faces, formed an impenetrable wall before Zhan Yun, or
a whirlwind blocking the seven longswords.
"Soul Stealer..." Zhan Yun transformed his palms into fingers, striking the seven longswords almost simultaneously, producing a metallic
clang.
At the moment his fingers collided with the sword hilts, Zhan Yun used the force to fly over ten feet away, blocking
his wife who was about to charge forward carrying a carrying pole. The original owner of the carrying pole, Wu Bin, had already hidden behind a pine tree.
"Rongrong! You hide first, I'll deal with them..." Zhan Yun often watched his wife practice; he knew
the depth of her skill. Although Xia Fangrong's swordsmanship was also first-rate, the title of one of the Four Phoenixes of the Jianghu focused more on her
beauty.
"No! We, husband and wife, will fight together today... My nickname, Yi Feng, isn't for nothing; I've seen my share of
swords ..." Having come to pay respects to Xia Fangrong, he carried no weapons, gripping only the carrying pole tightly with both hands. The seven attackers had already frozen in place. Zhan Yun noticed that although they varied in height, they were all masked with black cloths.
" What grudge do I have against you? Why are you attacking me..." Zhan Yun shielded his wife with his body. The seven masked men remained silent, slowly swinging their longswords and gathering their strength, preparing for the next attack. Suddenly , Zhan Yun recognized one of the masked men's figures. Before he could think further, seven longswords attacked like venomous snakes. At the same time, a piercing pain shot through his back. Zhan Yun turned his head and froze . He was shocked to find his wife holding a short sword, its blade deeply embedded in her body. The carrying pole lay broken in two on the ground; it seemed the short sword had been hidden inside beforehand. Seven longswords were already upon him, their devastating sword energy sweeping towards Zhan Yun like a tsunami. At that moment, Zhan Yun saw the masked man with a familiar build, wielding the Thirteen Forms of Sky-Supporting Swords. Zhan Yun was extremely familiar with this sword technique, thus identifying this man as his father-in-law, Xia Baijin, the Sky-Supporting Sword. The other man's sword technique was also familiar; Xia Fangrong often practiced it at home. Zhan Yun suddenly realized he had betrayed his closest confidante; Xia Fangrong's marriage to him was a conspiracy from the start. "Ghost Cry..." An invisible wave of energy exploded from Zhan Yun's shoulders, like a burning fireball suddenly exploding. Faced with the overwhelming force, Xia Fangrong was instantly blasted away.

A masked man, possessing exceptional agility, charged towards Zhan Yun first. Zhan Yun clasped his hands together
, trapping the masked man's longsword. As he leaped into the air, his legs delivered nineteen kicks to the masked man's lower abdomen and chest, the final
kick shattering his jaw.
Simultaneously, another masked man's longsword left a four-inch gash under Zhan Yun's armpit, the
blade stained with Zhan Yun's blood. Zhan Yun's middle and index fingers pierced the masked man's eyes, reaching his skull.
Zhan Yun spun rapidly, sliding to the masked man wielding a sword technique he knew well. By this time, the man's swordplay
had stalled, and he could only strike Zhan Yun with his left palm.
"Reincarnation..." Zhan Yun countered with a single palm strike.
A thunderous roar erupted, the fierce wind from the palm trembling the earth.
The man was forced back more than ten steps, and Zhan Yun's body was also sent flying. Just as Zhan Yun's body
was still in mid-air, Wu Bin, who had been hiding behind the pine tree, suddenly sprang out, his hands flashing out, sending more than a dozen cold beams of light
shooting towards Zhan Yun.
His body trembled repeatedly; Zhan Yun realized he had been struck by at least six hidden weapons.
His strength was rapidly draining from his body along with his blood, while the remaining masked men
were rushing . Zhan Yun felt he was doomed, but he was unwilling to die at their hands.
A cliff lay ahead; the instant he landed, Zhan Yun used one foot to push off, his body flying sideways, leaping off the cliff just
before . In the final moments before plunging into the raging torrent, Zhan Yun drew the jade whistling arrow he always carried from his waist and
unleashed it with all his might.
The jade whistling arrow shot into the sky with a sharp screech, its piercing sound
carrying far like waves.
Several masked men approached the cliff edge and removed their black masks. They were Xia Baijin, Zhan Yun's father-in-law, and
Shangguan Feng and Gao Xuanhua, the two masters of Guanhai Pavilion. The other two were young men, one tall and handsome, the other a
striking figure. They were Xia Baijin's disciple, Demon Eagle Liu Yong, and the Sword Master Shangguan Lang.
"...I never imagined that the Great Reincarnation Hand, which slaughtered countless masters fifty years ago, would reappear in the martial world..."
Shangguan Feng desperately swallowed the blood he was about to vomit. He had just exchanged blows with Zhan Yun, and his internal organs were still
churning.
"That was just a flash in the pan!" The Sword Master coldly smiled, watching Zhan Yun's body
disappear after spinning a few times in the whirlpool below.
"Brother Shangguan! Are you alright..." Xia Baijin carefully examined Shangguan Feng.
"Just a minor injury, nothing serious..." Shangguan Feng knew in his heart that his internal injuries would take at least a month and a half
to heal.
"Why did Zhan Yun emit a whistling arrow before he died..." Gao Xuanhua stared intently at the lake.
"...Sigh...he might be giving a warning...passing a message to someone..." Xia Baijin began
to .
"There's a family living near the dock on the island! Go and kill them..." Shangguan Feng, suppressing his internal injuries, used his
lightness skill to float down the mountain.
"That young wife's looks and figure are top-notch..." Liu Yong followed with a lewd grin.
Xia Baijin and Gao Xuanhua also followed, longswords in hand.
On the mountaintop, only the Absolute Sword Scholar, Xia Fangrong, and Wu Bin remained, along with two twisted corpses on the ground.
Wu Bin was staring blankly at the corpse whose jaw had been kicked open by Zhan Yun. This was his twin brother,
the Judge of Life and Death, Wu Lin. The brothers were among the top assassins in the martial arts world. Wu Bin was his real name, but few
knew it; however, his nickname, Thousand-Handed Spirit Official, was known to all.
The other corpse was also an assassin hired by Xia Baijin, but unfortunately, he would never receive his payment.
"Dig a hole and bury your brother! 'Death by the road, burial in a ditch, death by water, death by a sign'—that's the rule and
fate of us martial artists. This place, with its beautiful mountains and clear waters, is a good resting place for your brother..." The Sword Master Shangguan Lang appeared
behind Wu Bin.
Wu Bin remained silent for a moment, then picked up his brother's body, grabbed a long sword, and walked deeper into the pine forest.
As an expert in killing, Wu Bin was indifferent to life and death. This was the tragedy of a life in the martial world; today
you might be enjoying immense fame and fortune, tomorrow you might be buried in a desolate wilderness, unknown to anyone.
Watching Wu Bin's figure disappear into the woods, Shangguan Lang returned to Xia Fangrong's side not far away.
Xia Fangrong was still lying on the ground, her once beautiful eyes staring blankly at the sky. No matter what,
in the two years since her marriage to Zhan Yun, he had been incredibly gentle and loving towards her. Sometimes she even forgot
why she had married him. But just now, she had personally plunged a sharp blade into Zhan Yun's body, and a sense
of reluctance .
Looking at Xia Fangrong's beautiful face and figure, Shangguan Lang suddenly felt a strong desire surge within him.
He roughly lifted Xia Fangrong's long skirt and tore off her trousers, but Xia Fangrong still didn't react at all. Shangguan
Lang quickly took off his own trousers, knelt on the ground, and spread Xia Fangrong's slender, snow-white legs.
When Shangguan Lang thrust his thick, hard penis into Xia Fangrong's wet vagina, he felt an unusual
dryness and tightness. Shangguan Lang liked the feeling of resistance when he forcefully opened a woman's vagina. Xia Fangrong
frowned slightly and asked softly if there was any movement. Shangguan Lang began to fuck her vigorously.
While fucking Xia Fangrong's wet vagina, Shangguan Lang recalled the battle he had just fought. Although the battle
was short, Shangguan Lang knew it was the most dangerous fight he had ever faced since his debut. If it weren't for the sword in
Xia Fangrong's back, the outcome would have been uncertain.
Zhan Yun's skills far exceeded their expectations; his sharp moves and refined internal energy were
unlike seen before.
"Zhan Yun! I'm fucking your wife now, from now on she belongs to me... If you've got the guts,
come find ..." Shangguan Lang felt Xia Fangrong's cunt was much more lubricated, and his thrusting speed increased.
************
The next day, a huge piece of news spread throughout Yunling Prefecture: the city's youngest tycoon
had drowned while playing in Yunling Lake. Immediately, several versions of rumors appeared in the vast Yunling Prefecture.
Some said his father-in-law, the Sky-Piercing Sword Xia Baijin, organized hundreds of people to search for the body at the bottom of the lake. However,
Zhan Yun's body was severely gnawed by fish and turtles, and when it surfaced, it was a bloody mess, unrecognizable. Others said
Zhan Yun was dragged off the boat by a water ghost from the lake; in short, everyone had their own version of the story.
Regardless of what outsiders said, Zhan Yun was given a grand funeral under Xia Baijin's supervision. As Zhan Yun's only
wife, Xia Fangrong took over all of his businesses.

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