The sect leader subdued the female warrior with his penis.

Autumn winds blew leaves from the trees, and yellow sand swirled in the air.
The majestic Qingyue Manor stood like an emperor's palace, its massive bluestone walls, two zhang high and three chi thick, encircling
the entire manor like an iron barrel. It resembled a castle built against the mountainside more than a manor. This
was known in the martial world as the most impregnable fortress.
"Lei Wangba, you come out here!" Jiang Hanlong roared, standing seven zhang away from the gate of Qingyue Manor.

Jiang Hanlong was tall and imposing, with a leopard-like head and piercing eyes. He leaned slightly forward, his head deliberately tilted to the left,
giving him an aura of unparalleled dominance. The purple-gold dragon-scale blade in his hand gleamed with a chilling light amidst the swirling sand.

Behind Jiang Hanlong, hundreds of members of the Jianglong Gang and two top experts from the Liuhuo Gang
mocked .

Looking at Jiang Hanlong, who seemed like a god, Lei Zhentian on the city wall sneered slightly. With the city wall two zhang high and
the mountain villa 's traps and natural defenses, even the strongest person could only roar and howl at the villa, not daring to cross the line.

"Lei Zhentian, you turtle bastard, all you do is cower in your shell. If you have the guts, come and fight me!"
Jiang Hanlong cursed angrily, looking up at the crowd on the city wall.

"Brother, I'll go and deal with this bastard." Lei Zhentian's sworn brother, Yuan Shuo, was furious at Jiang Hanlong's insults
.

"No need for Third Brother to take action." The gentle voice made Yuan Shuo's heart itch.

"Sister-in-law is here." Lin Yuerou, dressed in black night clothes, stood gracefully beside Lei Zhentian. The tight
night clothes outlined Lin Yuerou's proud figure.

"Yuerou, why are you here?" Lei

Zhentian looked at his beautiful wife with affection. "Hearing the wild dogs barking, I was annoyed, so I came to beat them up." Lin Yuerou coldly looked down at Jiang Hanlong.

"Yue Rou, don't be impulsive. The Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang have ill intentions." Lei Zhentian knew his wife was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside
, and seeing her dressed in black, he feared she might fight Jiang Hanlong in a fit of anger.

"Yue Rou knows," Lin Yue Rou said softly.

"Is that the Phoenix Heroine Lin from Jiangbei up there?" Jiang Hanlong looked up at Lin Yue Rou on the city wall, a lewd smile appearing on his domineering
face .

"I could eat those breasts for a month." Luo Hua Die Ma Rui, the second-in-command of the Liuhuo Gang, was a notorious lecher.
Seeing Lin Yue Rou appear, he took a few steps forward and stood next to Jiang Hanlong, his words extremely vulgar.

As soon as Lin Yue Rou appeared, she became the focus of everyone's attention. Under her black tight-fitting clothes, her ample breasts were almost bursting out
, and her tightly wrapped legs made her look even longer, attracting everyone's attention.

Ma Rui's words further focused everyone's attention on Lin Yue Rou's high breasts.

Lin Yue Rou's pretty face flushed, her eyes flashing coldly.

"Yuerou, don't..." Lei Zhentian tried to stop her, but it was too late; Lin Yuerou had already
rushed off the city wall.

"Second brother, be careful!" Zhao Feiwu, the leader of the Liuhuo Gang, warned Ma
Rui as Lei Zhentian spoke.

Lin Yuerou swooped down like an eagle, leaving a trail of black lightning in the sky.

The seven-zhang distance was covered in an instant, and Lin Yuerou's slender hands attacked Jiang Hanlong and Ma Rui with her twin swords.

Lin Yuerou was known as the Phoenix of Jiangbei, and her lightness skill was naturally unparalleled. In her rage, her speed reached its peak.

Although he knew that Lin Yuerou's lightness skill was superb, Jiang Hanlong was still caught off guard when she used it.
Facing Lin Yuerou's single sword in her left hand, he could only choose to retreat, while his Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade collided head-on with Lin Yuerou's single sword.

Lin Yuerou snorted coldly and withdrew her single sword in her left hand. Her attack on the two was only to repel Jiang Hanlong so that she could concentrate on dealing with
Ma Rui. Jiang Hanlong's retreat gave her more space, and she accelerated her attack on Ma Rui with her single sword in her right hand.

Jiang Hanlong retreated in time, but Ma Rui wasn't so lucky. His martial arts were inferior to Jiang Hanlong's, and Lin Yuerou, angered by his vulgar
words, unleashed her full power with her right-hand single-edged sword. Ma Rui also retreated, but was still a step too slow, and a blade cleaved
into his chest.

With a roar of "Ah!", blood spurted from his chest, and Ma Rui fell backward. Lin Yuerou's left-hand sword slashed
at .

With a clang, Jiang Hanlong's Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade blocked Lin Yuerou's fatal blow.

"Such strong internal energy." Lin Yuerou's arm went numb, and the single-edged sword flew from her hand.

Lin Yuerou's attack was slightly hindered. The seven masters of the Jianglong Gang and Zhao Feiwu of the Liuhuo Gang, wielding the Blazing Blade, rushed forward almost simultaneously
. Lin Yuerou lightly touched the ground with her slender feet and flew backward.

Instantly, she created a distance of three zhang between herself and the eight masters.

As Lin Yuerou retreated, a hail of arrows rained down from the city wall. Using the cover of the arrows, Lin Yuerou retreated to the edge of the wall,
leaping more than ten feet high. She forcefully plunged her single-edged sword into a crack in the bluestone of the wall with her right hand, then pulled upwards with her right,
nimbly leaping onto the wall like a swallow.

From the moment Lin Yuerou charged out, injured someone, to her retreat, it was all done in a split second. All her movements were fluid and seamless, displaying exceptional
lightness skill and masterful technique.

Lin Yuerou landed firmly on the wall, her large breasts swaying wildly with her rapid movements, displaying astonishing
elasticity.

Yuan Shuo, standing beside her, secretly swallowed, his eyes constantly stealing glances at her swaying breasts.

"Jiangbei Phoenix's lightness skill is indeed remarkable, I admire it." Jiang Hanlong picked up Lin Yuerou's single-edged sword, which had been knocked away, and
lightly swung it, the sword flying with lightning speed.

"Sister-in-law, be careful!" Rolling Thunder Yuan Shuo blocked Lin Yuerou's chest with his iron hammer as she landed.

A clang rang out as the flying single-edged sword struck the iron hammer, sending sparks flying.

Yuan Shuo's arm went slightly numb. He never expected that Jiang Hanlong's casual throw from several feet away would contain such astonishing
internal force. He looked down at Jiang Hanlong, meeting his cold, piercing gaze. Despite the distance, Yuan Shuo
felt utterly helpless.

"You will regret what happened today," Jiang Hanlong said coldly, looking at Lin Yuerou.

Meeting Jiang Hanlong's hateful gaze, Lin Yuerou remained calm, but beneath her composed exterior, her heart
was churning. That icy gaze sent chills down her spine.

On the city wall, as Qingyue Manor cheered for the Manor Lord's wife's swift defeat of the enemy, no one noticed
the chill in Yuan Shuo and Lin Yuerou's hearts.
The main hall of Qingyue Manor was filled with people. Manor Lord Lei Zhentian sat in the hall, his face grave. Although
there were many people in the hall, it was deathly silent. The atmosphere was incredibly heavy and oppressive, like the brief calm before a storm.

Lin Yuerou's narrow victory did little to change the situation; the entire Qingyue Manor remained
completely .

"The Jianglong Gang can't break in, and we can't get out either. What are we going to do?" The person who broke the silence
was short but extremely fat, resembling a round ball—it was Yuan Shuo, Lei Zhentian's sworn brother, Rolling Thunder.

"We've been besieged for eight days already. If we wait any longer, we'll be starving, brother. Why don't we just kill them all?"
"Go out and fight them to the death!" Lei Zhentian's other sworn brother, Xu Fang, the Wind Chaser, slammed his fist on the table.

"Yes, let's charge out and fight them!" The crowd in the hall was filled with excitement.

Lei Zhentian, nearly fifty years old, stroked his gray beard with his powerful hand, calmly looked at his
sworn brothers, and smiled slightly at the disciples beside him, saying, "Of the two top masters of the Flowing Fire Gang, Falling Flower Butterfly Ma Rui has already been wounded by
your sister-in-law's blade, but the Flowing Fire Gang still has the Blazing Flame Blade Zhao Feiwu and the seven top masters of the River Dragon Gang. These eight are all top-notch masters in
the martial . The other two gangs still have hundreds of disciples, while on our side, only Yuan Shuo, Xu Fang, and I can still
fight. If we rashly attack, it will be like throwing an egg against a rock." Lei Zhentian paused and then said, "We still have traps
to guard in the manor. Once we leave the manor, we will be lambs to the slaughter." Lei Zhentian was resourceful, his two
sworn , and his disciples revered him like a god. They deeply agreed with his explanation.

"But we can't just sit here and wait to die." Yuan Shuo swayed his round head, his fat hands slamming the table
loudly. Jiang Hanlong's cold gaze still lingered in his mind.

"Don't worry, brother. I've already sent a message to the Thunderbolt Hall by carrier pigeon. I believe they'll arrive within three days. Then
we'll attack from both sides and defeat the Jianglong Gang and the Liuhuo Gang in one fell swoop. Jiangbei will then be ours, brothers."
"No wonder you weren't worried at all, brother. You already had a plan." Xu Fang suddenly realized.

"Now we just need to guard against sneak attacks from the Jianglong Gang and the Liuhuo Gang. Wait three days, and everything
will be solved ."

"Master is wise!" A disciple cheered loudly, the hall instantly erupting in cheers.

Lei Zhentian rallied the morale again, a smile on his face, but a chill ran through him.

Holding out for three days—how easy was that? The Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang, with their eight top masters constantly launching sneak attacks and their subordinates
harassing the area day and night, had left Qingyue Manor exhausted and demoralized after eight days. At this critical moment, the slightest mishap
could see Qingyue Manor swallowed up by the Jianglong Gang, destroying the foundation built by their ancestors. Lei Zhentian
couldn't that responsibility; he couldn't let the manor, built by his ancestors, be destroyed in his hands. Lei Zhentian fell into deep thought.

The Jianglong Gang and Qingyue Manor were the two major martial arts forces in Jiangbei, dividing the entire region into two. As the saying goes, "two tigers
cannot ," both sides desired to annex the other and become the dominant force. However, neither had the strength to conquer the other. For a long time
, the Jiangbei martial arts world remained peaceful due to the checks and balances between the two powers. Until a year ago, the emergence of Jiang Hanlong,
the new leader of the Jianglong Gang, changed everything.

Upon assuming the position of gang leader, Jiang Hanlong immediately reorganized the gang's affairs. Internally, he strengthened his
own position by forcing out the original elders and placing his trusted confidants in important roles to enhance his control over the gang. Externally, he accelerated expansion,
recruiting new members and simultaneously joining forces with the Liuhuo Gang, the third largest power in Jiangbei. This significantly boosted the Jianglong Gang's strength in a short period,
making it a threat to Qingyue Manor. Consequently, Qingyue Manor was forced to break its principles and ally with
a force —the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall.

With the Thunderbolt Hall, Lei Zhentian believed he could maintain the existing balance. However, he hadn't anticipated that Jiang Hanlong had already
laid everything in place. Without his knowledge, he was surrounded by the Jianglong Gang. If it
were only the Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang members in front of him, he could still defend himself thanks to Qingyue Manor's defenses. However, Lei Zhentian
had a vague feeling that there was a powerful figure behind the Jianglong Gang, and those hiding in the shadows were what truly alarmed him
. Lei Zhentian knew that Qingyue Manor was now facing an unprecedented crisis.
The autumn night was slightly chilly, with gusts of cold wind and the rustling of insects under the cold moon.

Three miles from Qingyue Manor lay a vast forest, ancient trees reaching for the
sky. Under the moonlight, the breeze rustled the leaves, making the entire forest seem like a haunted place haunted by evil spirits.

Deep within the forest, a faint light flickered. Ten feet into the forest, a clearing about three feet in diameter came into view.
A carriage sat in the center of the clearing, a faint light emanating from its interior, adding a touch of
life to the eerie forest.

The carriage shook violently, and from within came the sounds of flesh colliding and seductive moans, enough to make
one's blood boil.

The once domineering Jiang Hanlong stood beside the carriage like a child who had done something wrong, his fists clenched,
palms sweating.

A excited cry rang out from inside the carriage, abruptly silencing everything. The world fell silent except for
the rustling of clothes being put on.

"Have you seen Lei Zhentian?" an aged voice asked

. "Yes," Jiang Hanlong replied hastily.

"Did Lei Zhentian come out to fight?"

"No, that old bastard has been holed up in Qingyue Manor, afraid to step outside." Jiang Hanlong
wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his eyes fixed nervously on the carriage curtain.

The curtain parted, and a small, thin figure emerged from the carriage, resembling a twelve or thirteen-year-old child,
though the white hair and wrinkles on his face indicated he was over sixty.

"Did you use the Bewitching Eyes I taught you?" the dwarf old man stared at Jiang Hanlong, his gaze
colder than the dark forest beneath the night.

"Rolling Thunder Yuan Shuo and Jiangbei Phoenix Lin Yuerou have already fallen for it." Cold sweat streamed down Jiang Hanlong's back.

"Hmm, you've done well; at least there's progress." The dwarf seemed satisfied with the result.

"However, Qingyue Manor is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it's riddled with traps. Taking it in one fell swoop is almost
impossible ." Jiang Hanlong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old dwarf's expression soften.

"You just need to surround Qingyue Manor, and I'll handle the rest." As he spoke, the old man's thin
figure shot out of the forest like an arrow, heading straight for Qingyue Manor.

The old man let out several long howls as he sped away, like thunderclaps that shook the night sky and stretched for miles, displaying unparalleled
inner strength.

As the howls faded into the distance, Jiang Hanlong deflated like a punctured balloon, leaning against a tree trunk. His terrified gaze
glared angrily in the direction the old man had disappeared, his hands clenched tightly, a fierce thought forming in his mind: "One day, I will make you wish you
were dead."

"Hanlong..." A timid voice came from inside the carriage.

Jiang Hanlong lifted the curtain and entered the carriage.

The carriage was brightly lit by candlelight, its walls adorned with dragon and phoenix carvings, and the floor covered with a snow-white fox fur, showcasing the owner
's luxury.

A completely naked body lay prone on the fur, its plump buttocks round and upturned, its legs long and slender, its flesh voluptuous and snow-white.
Though the face was not visible, it exuded a mature and alluring womanhood.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on its smooth, bare back, and between its round, upturned buttocks, the once tightly closed vulva seemed to have been roughly...
Invasion. The woman's most mysterious petals opened weakly, and cloudy semen gushed from the depths of her honeyed orifice.

Jiang Hanlong strode forward and sat on the fox fur, pulling her body into his arms and softly murmuring, "Qingling."

The young woman forcefully raised her slender hand to gently gather her dark hair, revealing her beautiful face. However, this beautiful face was devoid
of any color, even her lips seemed to lack the slightest hint of red, terrifyingly pale.

"Hanlong... am I going to die?" The beautiful woman looked weakly at Jiang Hanlong, reaching out her slender hand to stroke
his resolute cheek, but her hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, lifting and then falling heavily back down.

"No." Jiang Hanlong held the beautiful woman tightly in his arms, tears welling up in his tiger eyes.

"Am I... am I very despicable?" The beautiful woman looked at Jiang Hanlong with affection, her pale face showing hope.

Jiang Hanlong was speechless for a moment, unsure how to comfort his wife.

The beautiful woman smiled bitterly, leaning against Jiang Hanlong's chest, her beautiful eyes fixed on her husband as if they hadn't seen each other for years:
"Son...is...safe." Her eyes once again held a hopeful look.

"Qingling, don't worry, once I rescue our son, I'll tear that old bastard to pieces." Thinking of the old man
kidnapping their son and toying with his wife, Jiang Hanlong gritted his teeth in hatred.

"You must...you must...protect our son." The beautiful woman used all her strength to raise her arm, her slender hand tightly gripping Jiang
Hanlong's arm.

Jiang Hanlong held his wife tightly, the beautiful woman nestled against her husband, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, enjoying a rare moment of peace.

A gentle night breeze, like a mother's hand, caressed the carriage, the bells hanging from the corner of the carriage ceiling jingling softly in the breeze,
time seemed to stand still.
Footsteps echoed from the mountains.

"Chief Jiang, Elder Zhuo has gone to Qingyue Manor." A loud voice entered the carriage.

"I know." Jiang Hanlong replied coldly.

"Elder Zhuo wants you to intercept the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall coming to their aid." The person outside the carriage seemed oblivious to Jiang Hanlong
's anger.

"I'll send someone at dawn." Jiang Hanlong sat in the carriage, holding his wife tightly, his eyes fixed on the outside, a
cold glint in them.

"The elder said you must act immediately," the person outside urged.

There was no response. The air seemed to freeze, the night wind seemed to stop, and the forest was eerily quiet. The person outside the carriage
had a vague sense of foreboding.

With a "whoosh," the carriage curtain was lifted, and Jiang Hanlong, holding a purple-gold dragon scale knife, stared coldly at the newcomer.

The person outside the carriage was over forty years old, with a pointed face, crooked eyes, and a mustache, resembling a large rat, extremely sleazy.

The rat felt a sudden tightness in its chest under Jiang Hanlong's angry gaze and hurriedly took two steps back: "What do you want?"

Jiang Hanlong didn't answer, but took two more steps forward. The rat followed, fear showing in its eyes: "If you dare to touch
me, Elder Zhuo won't let your son off." The rat could hear its own voice trembling.

Thinking of his son, the veins on the back of Jiang Hanlong's hand holding the knife bulged, but his expression softened.

"Chief Jiang, you'd better think more about your son. Disobeying Elder Zhuo's orders will be very detrimental to him
." Seeing Jiang Hanlong's expression soften, the lewd man grew bolder.

"Hanlong...go ahead." The beautiful woman's voice came from inside the carriage.

Jiang Hanlong stomped his foot angrily, turned, and strode away.

Only after Jiang Hanlong's figure disappeared into the night did the lewd man turn and enter the carriage.

The lewd man was named Zhang Zhong, Jiang Hanlong's senior brother. As the senior brother of the Jianglong Gang, and with the strong support of
the elders , Zhang Zhong originally thought his position as gang leader was a sure thing. He never expected that the Jianglong Gang would produce a
once-in-a-century martial arts genius, Jiang Hanlong. In just two years, Jiang Hanlong's martial arts had surpassed Zhang Zhong's, who had been a student for over a decade.
By the time Zhang Zhong felt threatened by Jiang Hanlong, it was too late. Jiang Hanlong's talent and superior martial arts
had already won the gang leader's appreciation, and he had smoothly inherited the position.

Jiang Hanlong initially held his senior brother, Zhang Zhong, in contempt, especially after becoming the gang
leader . Zhang Zhong, fed up with the humiliation in the Jianglong Gang, harbored extreme hatred for Jiang Hanlong, yet dared not
show the slightest disrespect to his leader. However,

the arrival of Zhuo Linqing, the elder of the Demonic Sect and known as the "White-haired Flower Thief," changed everything. Zhuo Linqing swiftly took control of Jiang
Hanlong's young son, using him as leverage to force a complete break between the Jianglong Gang and the Qingyue Manor, two major powers in Jiangbei. Zhuo Linqing aimed
to control the entire Jiangbei martial arts world, preparing for the future of the Demonic Sect.

Zhuo Linqing's arrival gave Zhang Zhong a lifeline. He followed Zhuo Linqing closely, obeying
his every command , and quickly gained his trust, becoming his confidant. Zhuo Linfeng once stated that if the Demonic Sect
unified the Central Plains martial arts world, Jiangbei would be under Zhang Zhong's command. Overjoyed, Zhang Zhong worked exceptionally hard for Zhuo Linfeng.
Chapter Two: An Unconventional Disciple
Due to his sleazy appearance and lack of ambition, Zhang Zhong's status within the gang steadily declined. No woman wanted to
approach this senior brother of the Jianglong Gang, leaving him nearly forty and still unmarried. Every month at the end of the month, he would spend
his meager salary in brothels, squandering it all by the beginning of the next month. He would
then spend the rest of his time masturbating and fantasizing, his object of which was the gang leader's wife, Qingling. He often fantasized about
riding on her beautiful body.

One day, unable to control himself, Zhang Zhong sneaked into the gang leader's room and picked up Qingling's undergarments to masturbate. He was caught red-handed by Qingling.
Zhang Zhong would never forget the look of shock and disdain on Qingling's face. His own sleazy expression became even more like that of a rat.
Under Qingling's contemptuous gaze, he slunk away.

That disdainful look became Zhang Zhong's inescapable nightmare. After Zhuo Linqing took control of the Jianglong Gang, he also
successfully possessed Qingling. To win over Zhang Zhong, Zhuo Linqing shared Qingling with him, allowing Zhang Zhong to finally
get what he wanted.

"Sister-in-law, your brother has come to see you." The lewd man leered at the naked beauty in the fox fur coat.

The beauty's eyes were tightly closed, and her face showed a disdainful expression.

"A slut who's been ridden by a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand, you still dare to give me attitude? I'll fuck your cunt raw today."
The rat-like lewd man stripped off his clothes, his bare upper body so thin that it was just skin and bones, his legs
as thin as two bamboo poles supporting him on the ground. Equally thin as his body was his manhood, his
long standing between his legs like a chopstick.

At this point, Qingling's contempt for Zhang Zhong only intensified, infuriating him. His withered
hands spread Qingling's long, slender legs, and his long, thin penis, as thin as chopsticks, thrust into the woman's vagina.

"Elder Zhuo's techniques for absorbing essence are truly remarkable. Every time I finish with this slut, she's like a lump of mud, utterly powerless to
resist ." Zhang Zhong hoisted the woman's legs onto his shoulders, his long, thin penis thrusting wildly inside her.
The small, fleshy rod barely touched the beautiful woman's labia, offering almost no pleasure. Zhang Zhong, finding it utterly
unsatisfying , withdrew his penis and forcefully spread Qingling's legs, his hands caressing her delicate labia.

The tender petals still held the cloudy white semen that Zhuo Linqing had ejaculated. Zhang Zhong pressed his five fingers together in a cone shape, his fingertips
digging into the petals, forcing her tender labia into his grasp.

Qingling realized what was happening; her beautiful eyes widened in fear, but her powerless body couldn't escape
Zhang Zhong's .

Looking at Qingling's expression, Zhang Zhong felt a surge of vengeful pleasure, his lewd grinning utterly depraved.

He pushed forward forcefully, his fingers sinking into the woman's tender flesh. Halfway in, her vagina
was stretched to its limit; the thickest part of his knuckles pressed tightly against the entrance, but he couldn't break
through .

"Zhang Zhong, you beast," Qingling weakly cursed.

Zhang Zhong sneered, "I'll wait until you beg me." He gently kneaded the beautiful woman's nipple with one hand,
slowly withdrawing his hand from her vulva. The juices from her vulva smeared his fingers together.

The woman felt Zhang Zhong's hand leave her lower body and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing slightly.

In that instant of relaxation, Zhang Zhong thrust his fingers forward, his withered hand forcefully penetrating the woman's tender
vulva, completely dominating her passage.

With a cry of "Ah!", a tearing sensation suddenly came from her lower body. The woman's pale, slender hands gripped
the fox fur beneath her, her whole body trembling like a fish out of water, her cherry lips panting rapidly.

Her labia were torn, blood gushing out, staining Zhang Zhong's hand.

"Elder Zhuo's thing is fucking huge, your little cunt is so big it could swallow a hand,"
Zhang Zhong said, moving his hand back and forth, deforming Qingling's vulva.

Zhang Zhong reveled in the thrill of revenge. Looking at the blood on his wrist, he moved his hand even faster,
his fingers suddenly spreading wide, gripping the inner walls of her vagina tightly, creating a small mound on the woman's flat stomach.

In the slightly chilly air, beads of sweat rolled down Qingling's forehead. The intense pain in her vagina
made her feel like she was dying; her curses turned into feeble screams.

"Stop pretending! I'll do whatever I want with you." Zhang Zhong's other hand nearly
crushed Qingling's nipple.

Seeing Qingling's terrified face and feeble moans, Zhang Zhong felt immense satisfaction. He
withdrew his bloodied hand from Qingling's vagina, waving it in front of her. Qingling's vaginal opening was wide open, dripping with blood,
her labia drooping limply.

"It's bleeding. Looks like it's still not big enough. How about I use both hands to help you hold it up?"
Zhang Zhong .

"Zhang Zhong, no!" Qingling pleaded, almost begging, thinking of the tearing pain.

"In the end, you still beg me." Zhang Zhong laughed triumphantly, his bloodied hands kneading the beautiful woman's tender breasts,
feeling a sense of successful conquest.

His chopstick-sized penis pressed against the beautiful woman's cherry lips, the glans, as thick as a little finger, pressed against her red lips. Zhang Zhong
thought that if he threatened her slightly, Qingling would take his penis into her mouth. However, he did not expect to meet Qingling's resolute
gaze, a gaze that told Zhang Zhong that no matter what he used, Qingling would never take his penis into her mouth.

Zhang Zhong knew that he had not completely conquered the beauty before him. In this matter, threats of force
had no .

"I will let you see your son." Zhang Zhong's small penis slid across the beautiful woman's face, feeling
the smoothness of her skin.

Seeing her son was an immense temptation for Qingling. She was still clinging to life for him,
and Zhang Zhong, Zhuo Linqing's confidant, must know his whereabouts.

As Zhang Zhong's penis slid in again, the beautiful woman opened her cherry lips to receive the first penis in her mouth,
a place even her husband had never entered.

"Lick it with your tongue." Zhang Zhong laughed loudly as his penis was enveloped by her warm, wet mouth.
The noise from the hall still echoed in the night air. Lei Zhentian and the disciples of the manor, along with his two sworn brothers,
Xu Fang (the Wind-Chasing Arrow) and Yuan Shuo (the Rolling Thunder), were still drinking heartily.

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