The chieftain's giant cannon

In the dungeon of Qingfeng Village, Murong Yan was still enjoying a cruel and ecstatic feast, caught between pain and pleasure.

She was completely naked, her hands still cuffed to the crossbeams of the U-shaped torture rack. Her beautiful face was covered in yellowish-white semen, and her back, buttocks, and thighs were covered in thick, red welts from whipping. She was struggling to raise her whip-bruised buttocks, while a village guard held her buttocks, his large penis thrusting repeatedly into her honeyed orifice.

"...Ugh...ah...um...um...ah...ah...be gentler...um...ah!..." Murong Yan's eyes were glazed, her snow-white skin flushed from the afterglow of her orgasm, her lips slightly parted, emitting moans that were a mixture of pleasure and whimpering. Her vagina was incredibly wet and slippery, filled with semen that had been ejaculated into her countless times. The thick, hard penis of the village headman made a series of obscene "splashing" sounds as it thrust in and out.

The village headman, his face filled with lust, seemed unsatisfied with the depth of his penetration. He reached his hands under Murong Yan's legs, lifting her vulva and spreading her legs apart, forcefully pushing his penis inside. Murong Yan felt the penis pressing against her cervix. The village headman, while pinching and rubbing her hard, erect clitoris, increased the speed of his thrusts. After dozens of thrusts, he roared and squeezed Murong Yan's clitoris hard.

"No!...Ah!..." Murong Yan screamed in pain, but the village headman behind her paid no heed, his penis still pressed against her cervix, as he released his semen with unrestrained pleasure.

After a long while, the bandit leader reluctantly withdrew his wet penis from Murong Yan's vagina. Between her legs, which were covered in semen and covered in a mess of dark pubic hair, drops of semen dripped onto the ground, forming a small, glistening puddle. It was impossible to tell how many times Murong Yan's once virgin vagina had been filled with semen.

Murong Yan's hands were bound, and her head hung limply. Almost two hours had passed since her capture, and she had lost count of how many times these bandits had tortured and raped her. She looked up and saw Hei Batian sitting in a chair in front of her, drinking and lewdly watching her being violated. His enormous penis, which had taken her virginity, had already ejaculated three times, yet it remained thick and erect, the egg-sized purplish-red glans still gleaming menacingly.

(…Yu Lang, where are you?…Aren't you coming to save Ling'er?…Or did something happen to you too?…Ling'er is so worried about you…) (Could it be…that Ling'er has no way to escape anymore?…Will she just continue to be violated like this…) Just as Murong Yan was beginning to feel despair, a sudden surge of excitement and anticipation arose within her. Accompanying this familiar feeling, her lower body felt an emptiness and longing for a man's penis.

But at the same time, Murong Yan was even more surprised and delighted that the feeling of her true energy being constantly drained away had gradually stopped, and the energy of her true energy was slowly gathering again in her dantian. It seemed that the poison from the Dissolving Power Powder she had taken during her battle with Bingbing was gradually beginning to dissipate on its own.

Although she was still weak all over, she estimated that she would be able to escape soon.

Just as Murong Yan was overjoyed and her hope was rekindled, Hei Batian had already reached her, her head drooping as if she had fainted. Filled with satisfaction and pleasure, Hei Batian looked triumphantly at this female prisoner, whose virginity he had taken and who had been tortured and raped many times. Each time he raped and tortured a woman, watching her wail and cry, her miserable state of wanting neither life nor death, filled him with immense pleasure. This time, this "demon cult witch," whom the young lady herself had ordered to be tortured, looked exactly like the young lady he had always fantasized about. Just looking at her ignited his sadistic desires.

Hei Batian's eyes slowly swept over the torture beds, branding irons, clamps, finger-stabbing devices, wooden horses, and the sharp knives and other instruments of torture in the dungeon. He secretly decided that after he was tired of playing with this "young lady," he would torture her bit by bit. Thinking of this, he felt his massive penis throb with pain. Looking down at Murong Yan's rosy nipples, his lust surged again. He chuckled lewdly and placed his massive member between her breasts, slowly thrusting in and out.

Murong Yan was at this moment, slowly channeling her gradually recovering internal energy back to her limbs, unaware that Hei Batian was already harboring so many lewd and sadistic thoughts. Suddenly, she felt Hei Batian forcefully grip and squeeze her breasts, causing her to cry out in pain. Hei Batian stood before Murong Yan, his thick, black member erect and hard, thrusting back and forth between her firm breasts, which were also covered in semen. Hei Batian glared fiercely, his large, dark hands squeezing Murong Yan's breasts together forcefully. However, Murong Yan's breasts were only small enough to be grasped in one hand; despite his efforts, Hei Batian couldn't hold his thick, long black member, and it slipped away after only a few thrusts.

Murong Yan's breasts were being squeezed painfully by Hei Batian, and the rough masturbation caused her to cry out in pain after a while, "Chief... Ling'er's breasts... are hurting so much from your squeezing... Please have mercy... let Ling'er rest for a moment..." Murong Yan's breasts could not hold Hei Batian's penis several times. Hei Batian was already irritated, and hearing Murong Yan's soft pleas, he was furious. He grabbed Murong Yan's hair, raised his hand and slapped her across the face, cursing, "You slut, your face is pretty, but your breasts won't grow big. You haven't served me well enough..." "You've submitted but want to rest? Do you think this is your bridal chamber, or are you still the bride? I'll sling your nipples through your breasts and whip you until you're done, then see if you still scream!" Murong Yan's heart trembled upon hearing this, worried that her true energy was about to recover, but she would have to suffer such torture. She could only plead softly, "Please have mercy, Chieftain... It's all Ling'er's fault... If you're angry, Chieftain... let Ling'er serve Chieftain's giant cannon, okay... Please spare her the punishment, Chieftain..." After saying this, she could only lower her head and try her best to lick Hei Batian's purplish-red glans that was rubbing back and forth with her fragrant tongue.

Hei Batian chuckled, "You little slut, you know how to flatter me. But the young lady instructed me to torture you thoroughly, to make you confess all the conspiracies and schemes of the Demonic Sect. You think you can escape this torture? You're dreaming!" He looked down at Murong Yan, who was diligently licking his massive member, and chuckled again, "Since you, you little slut, still know how to please me, I'll rape you one more time. After I've ejaculated and felt good, I'll torture you. Come on, tie this slut to that torture bed over there!" "

Yes!" Several guards responded, went up and untied the iron shackles binding Murong Yan, dragging the still limp Murong Yan to the wooden torture bed beside them. The torture bed was a slanted wooden board. The guards laid Murong Yan on her back on the board, her arms spread out in a spread-eagle position and tied with hemp rope, her legs also spread apart and tied to the sides of the torture bed. Murong Yan's inner energy had not yet recovered, and her body was still weak. She could only allow the bandits to pull and bind her. She was filled with anxiety and fear, not knowing what kind of torture she would suffer next. The thought of her noble body being treated like a lowly female prisoner, subjected to the lewd abuse of these bandits, made her heart ache, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Before long, Murong Yan was bound in a spread-eagle position on the torture bed, her legs wide open and tied to either side. A protruding wooden board was used to elevate her crotch, exposing her most private parts—her vagina and anus—in an extremely obscene position, completely exposed to the eyes of Hei Batian and his band of bandits. Hei Batian chuckled lewdly, constantly stroking his thick, dark penis while casually fiddling with Murong Yan's swollen, red labia, which were already partially closed from the penetration, and rubbing her swollen, erect clitoris.

Hei Batian inserted his fingers into Murong Yan's vagina, playing with the semen inside. He still found Murong Yan's vagina, being a virgin, incredibly tight. Although Murong Yan was anxious and nervous, her sensitive body was still experiencing waves of pleasure from his lewd manipulation. Gradually, she felt the emptiness in her vagina growing stronger, and she couldn't help but moan and gasp. Just as she was beginning to feel pleasure, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her anus. It turned out that Hei Batian had inserted his fingers into Murong Yan's anus and was rubbing them incessantly.

Hei Batian scooped the semen out of Murong Yan's vagina and then pushed his fingers into her anus, lewdly laughing, "You vixen, your cunt's just been deflowered and it's already filled with so much semen! You're going to be so happy today, you little slut! Later I'll deflower your little hole in the back, so you can taste what it's like to have my giant cannon blown into your ass! Hahaha!" With that, he placed the head of his massive penis against the entrance of Murong Yan's vagina, and with a thrust of his hips, slowly pushed his dark penis into her vagina, almost completely submerged.

"Ah..." Murong Yan let out a long groan, whether of pleasure and satisfaction or discomfort, he couldn't tell. Hei Batian gripped Murong Yan's slender waist, and his penis began to thrust in and out repeatedly. The thick, long black cannon moved in and out of Murong Yan's narrow vagina, her labia completely stretched open as if about to burst. Each time the dark, thick penis withdrew, it almost turned upside down, revealing the pink flesh of Murong Yan's delicate honey hole. Each time it thrust in, it slammed solidly against Murong Yan's cervix.

"Ah... um... ah... Chieftain... your cannon is too big... God... it's making Ling'er's little hole so swollen... Ling'er's little hole... is going to break... ah... slower... um... ah..." Murong Yan's face was flushed, her teeth clenched, trying her best to resist the tidal wave of pleasure coming from her lower body. She was afraid that the exhaustion after another orgasm would cause her true energy to dissipate, and if she couldn't escape, she would probably be tortured.

"Huff...huff...damn it...you slut...your cunt is still so tight after being fucked by the brothers so many times...it feels so good to my big cannon...ah...damn it..." Hei Batian's dark, massive cock fiercely thrust in and out of Murong Yan's honey hole, a look of pure bliss on his face, his mouth agape as he

inhaled deeply, seemingly experiencing intense pleasure from his penis. "Ah...um...my cunt is so hot...so good...chieftain, your big cannon is truly divine...Ling'er...Ling'er is going to be raped to death by the chieftain...ah..." Murong Yan's face was flushed, her fair naked body blushing like blooming peach blossoms, a sign that she was about to climax again, yet she was still struggling to hold on.

"Hmph...you vixen...I'll teach you a lesson when I'm done...I'll hook your nipples and hang you up...then slowly fuck your asshole...hehe..." Hei Batian watched as Murong Yan's pair of snow-white breasts trembled as he manipulated them, and his sadistic desires surged. He pinched her rosy nipples hard with his fingers and pulled them forcefully, causing Murong Yan to cry out in pain.

"Ah!...Chief, be gentle...Ling'er's nipples hurt so much...Please have mercy, Chief...ah!..." The pain diluted the pleasure from her lower body, calming Murong Yan, who was on the verge of orgasm. Although her nipples were still sore, her internal energy had gradually recovered to 60%.

Hei Batian had no idea about the changes in the female prisoner he had been torturing. His huge rod continued to thrust relentlessly. After several hundred more thrusts, Hei Batian increased his speed, forcefully pulling at Murong Yan's two rosy nipples. Murong Yan felt as if her nipples were being ripped off, yet intense pleasure surged through her lower body. If it weren't for the pain in her chest, she would have already climaxed again. Finally, after dozens of frenzied thrusts, Hei Batian roared, his dark, massive penis pressing tightly against the entrance of her cervix as he ejaculated. The intense pleasure of ejaculation caused him to simultaneously squeeze and pull hard on her nipples.

"Ah!!" Murong Yan screamed in agony, her vision blurring as if Hei Batian were tearing her tender nipples off. Subconsciously, she activated her inner energy, snapping the ropes binding her hands with two sharp cracks. With a single strike, she sent Hei Batian, whose penis was still inside her and ejaculating, flying. He crashed into a wooden horse torture device against the wall with a bang, shattering it into pieces. Hei Batian's eyes rolled back, and he fainted, his erect penis still dripping yellowish-white semen.

Murong Yan breathed a sigh of relief, then snapped the ropes binding her ankles with two more cracks. She jumped off the torture bed, looking with pity at her nipples, which had been torn and turned bright red.

The surrounding bandits, seeing their leader sent flying, were already dumbfounded. One quick-witted bandit immediately knelt down with a thud:

"Fairy, spare me!..." He kowtowed repeatedly. The others beside her immediately knelt down with a thud: "Fairy, spare us! Spare us..."

"Fairy, your magic is unparalleled, we were blind and offended you, please spare us..." "Fairy, you are merciful, it's all that damned Black Tyrant's fault, forcing us to do all sorts of evil... Fairy, please have mercy and spare our lives..." "Fairy, please spare us... Waaah..." These bandits, who had just been lewd and smug, were now kneeling on the ground, kowtowing vigorously to Murong Yan. Murong Yan felt utterly exhausted, her body still recovering from the lewd torture, and she simply couldn't bring herself to kill these bandits. She said coldly, "All of you shut up! Go and get my clothes and short sword, understand?" "Yes, yes! As you command! Please wait a moment, Fairy, I'll go right away!" A quick-witted guard immediately darted out of the dungeon door and ran off like the wind. The other guards, still kneeling on the ground, dared not get up, only glancing sideways at the departing guard, their faces filled with resentment and jealousy.

Murong Yan walked up to the unconscious Hei Batian, her eyes filled with hatred. Her hand trembled slightly as she raised it, about to strike down on Hei Batian's dark, shiny forehead. Her heart was in turmoil, her hand rising and falling several times before finally striking out, shattering a nearby table with a loud "bang."

The guards still kneeling on the ground were so frightened that they prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling slightly, thinking that their chieftain's head was now smashed open, and their own lives were in danger.

After a long while, she looked up and saw that Hei Batian was still lying there unconscious, perfectly fine. Murong Yan, however, was covering her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

Soon after, the guards who had gone out earlier had taken Murong Yan's purple robes and short sword, which had been stripped from her in the main hall, to the dungeon. The other henchmen even diligently brought two buckets of hot water for Murong Yan to wash herself. At this moment, these henchmen treated Murong Yan as if she were a deity, daring not to show the slightest disrespect. After Murong Yan had washed herself clean and dressed, the guards immediately knelt on the ground again, not daring to breathe. Only after a long silence did they dare to raise their heads slightly and look around. Apart from the still blissfully unconscious Hei Batian, Murong Yan was no longer in the dungeon.

"...Xiao Lang... Xiao Lang?... " Xiao Yu slowly opened his eyes. The soft bed, the flickering candlelight, the faint fragrance of a woman filled the air. A woman in red was calling to him with concern beside the bed.

"...Senior Sister!" Xiao Yu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, his entire body unable to circulate any true energy, unable to even move slightly, and could only call out softly.

"That's wonderful... Xiao Lang... You were shattered by that wicked woman's attack, your ribs and chest meridians were broken. I kept channeling my true energy into you, but you still couldn't wake up... I was almost afraid you were already..." Bingbing's beautiful face, which was filled with weariness and worry, showed joy, but a tear slid down her cheek.

"I'm fine... Senior Sister..." Xiao Yu looked at Bingbing's worried yet happy expression and felt extremely grateful. Suddenly, she remembered something very important and tried to jump out of bed, but fell back onto the bed and couldn't move. "...Ling'er...where is she?...Senior Sister, what did you do to Ling'er?... " Bingbing seemed to sigh, and said softly, "Is Ling'er that important to you? What she can give you, I can give you too; what she can't give you, I can give you as well...Why can't you let her go?... " Xiao Yu clutched his chest, and said with difficulty, "Senior Sister...Xiao Yu has promised Ling'er that even if we cannot be husband and wife in this life, he will still protect her by her side for the rest of his life. I understand Senior Sister's feelings for me...I can only repay this kindness in the next life. I hope Senior Sister will forgive me!... " Bingbing suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bright moon in the sky. After a long while, she said coldly, "Is this little girl so good to you? If I told you that I had already killed her with a sword, would you be hurt? "After you're better, will you kill me too, to avenge her?" Xiao Yu said painfully, "My life has been saved twice by my senior sister. How can I fight with her? If she really kills Ling'er, I only beg her to kill me with her sword for Xiao Lang's sake. Xiao Lang will be eternally grateful!" Bingbing turned around and stared quietly at Xiao Yu. Their eyes met, and after a long while, Bingbing slowly said, "Don't worry! I didn't kill her... but I'm afraid she's in imminent danger... unless that person arrives in time, otherwise..." She sighed softly and said to Xiao Yu, "Whether she lives or dies depends on your and her luck!"

Murong Yan left Qingfeng Village. The surrounding undulating peaks were hidden in the darkness. She could only rely on the faint moonlight to painstakingly find her way back to the small courtyard in the back mountains. Murong Yan walked aimlessly for a while, completely lost in the darkness, only vaguely hearing the sound of flowing water. Murong Yan hurried a few steps, emerging from the bushes to find herself at a mountain stream.

She reached the stream, bent down, and scooped up a handful of water, its cool, clear surface refreshing her senses. She drank some, washed her face, and then looked around.

A bright moon hung in the valley, casting long, shadowy shadows, but she had no idea where she was. Where was the path to the small courtyard behind the mountain? Was Xiao Yu still waiting for her there? A flood of emotions overwhelmed Murong Yan; she felt a pang of sorrow and panic, and her nose stung with tears.

Suddenly, several dark figures darted out of the woods, appearing before her in an instant. A flash of white light, and they attacked. With a clang, Murong Yan drew her short sword, the metallic clang of metal deflecting the deadly blow. The purple figure flashed away, flying to the side. With a sharp voice, she shouted, "Who are you?" The dark figures didn't answer at all. A flash of light, and they lunged at Murong Yan again. Murong Yan dodged once more, her sword flashing, and she stabbed one of the men in black in the thigh. The man didn't react at all, turning and slashing again, startling Murong Yan into quickly retreating. Though his thigh was stabbed, he remained silent, dragging his injured leg as he swung his sword at Murong Yan.

These strange men fought like ghosts and zombies, filling Murong Yan with both fear and dread. However, she realized they weren't monsters, but rather fearless assassins, their relentless advance resembling death squads. Murong Yan felt a little more at ease. Although the men in black were brave, their speed and skill were no match for Murong Yan. In a few moments, Murong Yan's sword flashed repeatedly, and the men in black, each struck in the throat and chest, finally collapsed to the ground and into the stream.

Murong Yan calmed her wildly beating heart, but suddenly heard a rustling sound. The woods became filled with shadowy figures, and moments later, countless black-clad figures wielding knives emerged, surrounding Murong Yan by the stream.

"Hehehe..." A cold, ghostly laugh rang out, and a silver-haired woman in white palace attire appeared from the woods. Murong Yan only saw a blur before the white-clad figure was already before her. Under the cold moonlight, a mountain breeze blew, and the white-clad woman's silver hair danced in the wind, making her appear like a ghost, exuding an eerie aura.

Murong Yan pointed her short sword at the silver-haired woman in palace attire and said coldly, "You demonic witch, why bother with this charade? Why not have a good fight with me!" Lan Ji looked at Murong Yan and said in an icy voice, "As expected of the eldest daughter of the Murong family, you managed to defeat my five puppet assassins all by yourself. But I wonder how many more you can defeat?" "Hmph, I'll take your life first, you witch!" Surrounded by enemies, Murong Yan had already made up her mind. The silver-haired woman in front of her was clearly the leader of this group of puppets. To capture the leader, Murong Yan shouted and thrust her short sword towards Lan Ji's throat like a meteor.

Lan Ji snorted, her left hand deflecting Murong Yan's short sword with a clang of metal. Lan Ji wore a pair of eerie, gleaming metal claws, their sharp blades parrying the attack. Murong Yan didn't stop, her short sword flashing out in rapid succession, already unleashing over thirty thrusts in a short time. Each strike aimed for vital points like the throat, eyes, and heart, forcing Lan Ji's claws to focus solely on parrying, leaving her no opening to retaliate.

The purple-clad figure and the white-clad figure clashed fiercely, exchanging over fifty more blows. After a series of clashing weapons, several sharp hissing sounds rang out as they were separated. Lan Ji's right arm was struck by Murong Yan's sword; blood seeped out, staining her white palace dress. Murong Yan let out a soft groan, clutching her left shoulder, where two deep gashes were bleeding profusely. Clearly, she was seriously injured.

Lan Ji's voice remained icy as she spoke, "Sister Murong, I'm afraid you don't know, do you? Your Murong Manor was breached by my Marquis's army a few days ago, and Xiao Yu was severely injured by me. He's probably dead by now. I advise you not to put up any more futile resistance. Why don't I do you a favor and you commit suicide by drawing your sword? Wouldn't that be better than being torn apart by my puppet assassins?" As Lan Ji's words were as cold as ice, the black-clad men around Murong Yan gradually surrounded her, the circle slowly shrinking.

Hearing such despairing news, Murong Yan, though unsure of its veracity, felt immense sorrow and for a moment almost contemplated suicide. But then she suddenly remembered that she was still the young master of the Murong family, and Xiao Yu's fate was still unknown. How could she let herself take her own life based on this vixen's words? Just as the black-clad men were closing in, Murong Yan let out a sharp cry, her purple figure leaping up, her short sword flashing like lightning, instantly felling the two nearest black-clad men.

The remaining black-clad men, their blades flashing, had already surrounded Murong Yan.

Although these black-clad puppet assassins were inferior to Murong Yan in both martial arts and speed, their sheer numbers and apparent lack of fear of pain and injury allowed them to charge forward with all their might.

Murong Yan, after all, was still a young girl. After successively assassinating several black-clad men, she was already struggling to defend herself and felt somewhat exhausted.

(Am I... going to die here?... In the end, I still won't be able to see you... Yu Lang...) A long howl echoed in the night sky, and a figure in a green robe, resembling a strange bird, swept into the battle. With a swift movement, he pulled Murong Yan into his arms, and simultaneously, a flash of white light traced an arc, causing the surrounding puppet assassins to fall one after another.

"Brother Ye!" Murong Yan exclaimed in surprise and joy, looking at the green-robed man who had embraced her. The man in the green robe had a cold face, his handsome brows sharply defined, yet carrying a hint of untamed evil. He held a long sword in the style of Japanese swords and arrogantly looked at the silver-haired woman, Lan Ji, not far away, saying, "Lan Ji, this little girl is my woman. If you want her life, you'll have to ask me first. You bitch, get the hell out of my sight, or I might just kill you with one sword if I don't like the look of you. Do you understand?" A look of surprise flashed across Lan Ji's face, but she quickly regained her composure and coldly said, "Ye Qiu, weren't you at Murong Manor?"

"Even if you run here, you're doomed. What are you so arrogant about?" Ye Qiu's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Lan Ji, do you think you can wipe out the Murong family's power with your puppet assassins and the Marquis of Jinyi? Do you think everyone in the Holy Sect is an idiot who can see through your ambition? I don't want to kill you today. Get out of here, or this place will be your death ground!" "Ye Qiu, don't push your luck! I'll kill you, you traitor to the Holy Sect, first!" Lan Ji's face turned even paler with anger, her silver figure flashing towards Ye Qiu like lightning. A cold light flashed, and her claw blades were already slashing towards Ye Qiu's face. A smile appeared on Ye Qiu's lips as he whispered to Murong Yan, "Little girl, hold on tight!" He held Murong Yan firmly with one hand, his long Japanese sword parrying Lan Ji's claw blades. With a few clangs, he fought Lan Ji, showing no sign of being at a disadvantage.

In the distance, firelight flickered, and gradually, the sounds of shouting and yelling filled the air. "Young Miss! Young Miss!" "These thieves are here! Young Miss and Young Master Ye are here too!" "Damn it, charge! Slay these demonic cultists and avenge our brothers!" "Kill!!" In an instant, many torches lit up the valley and forest, illuminating the woods. A large group of men wielding weapons rushed to the stream and engaged the group of black-clad puppets in battle, the sounds of hacking and slashing filling the air.

Murong Yan watched with a mixture of surprise and delight; these reinforcements were all members of the Murong family.

Moments later, the black-clad puppets all fell. Ye Qiu raised his longsword, and Lan Ji's silver figure flashed out of the circle, clutching a knife wound in her chest, blood trickling from her lips. Her fair face was contorted with rage as she glared hatefully at Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu arrogantly said, "Lan Ji, you've already lost. I'll spare your life today, but go back and tell Marquis Jinyi that I'll take his head sooner or later, so he'll know the Murong family isn't to be trifled with!" Lan Ji's pretty face twisted with rage. She glared fiercely at Ye Qiu and Murong Yan, finally uttering not a word. Her silver figure flashed and disappeared into the night sky over the mountains. Murong

Yan had just experienced a life-or-death ordeal, feeling as if she were in a dream. After a moment, she suddenly realized that she was still hiding in Ye Qiu's arms under everyone's gaze. Her pretty face flushed red, and she hurriedly broke free from Ye Qiu's embrace. The leader of the group stepped forward and bowed to Murong Yan, saying, "Reporting to Miss, Young Master Ye learned that the demonic sect intended to harm you, and three days ago he led his men on a whirlwind journey. Thank goodness, Miss is safe and sound, and we have finally arrived. But... but the men of the manor are all... all..." The man's eyes reddened, and he could not speak.

Ye Qiu took over the conversation and slowly said, "The elite troops of the Marquis of Jinyi, under the pretext of suppressing rebels, breached Murong Manor two days ago. I tricked them with the fake letter I gave you, which allowed me to secretly bring my men here. According to reports, only a small number of people escaped from the manor; most of them either died in battle or were killed. Now, we are all traitors who have rebelled against the court!"

"What?" Upon hearing this devastating news, Murong Yan almost lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Why did the government send troops to exterminate our Murong family? What about the elders, uncles, and the others in the manor? What happened to them?" Ye Qiu supported the weak Murong Yan and said, "The elders are highly skilled, so there's no need to worry. But now it's your turn, Ling'er. You are the only young master of the Murong family. If you can't lead these brothers through this crisis, how can you face your deceased friends and relatives?" The leading man also led the group behind him to kneel down and clasp their hands in a fist salute, saying, "Young Master Ye is right. We brothers swear to obey Miss to the death." "Please lead us through this crisis, Miss!" "We swear to obey your orders, Miss!"... Murong Yan calmed herself slightly, then smiled apologetically at the man and Ye Qiu, saying, "Brother Ye, Master Gao, you are right. I was just too overwhelmed with grief and panic. Please, brothers, get up first, let's discuss what I should do now."

The man surnamed Gao led his men to their feet, cupped his fists to Murong Yan, and said, "Miss, in my opinion, we should immediately return to the manor, kill those treacherous members of the demonic sect, and avenge our brothers!" Murong Yan, however, turned to... Ye Qiu said, "Brother Ye, do you have any suggestions for me?" Ye Qiu smiled and said, "Now is not the time to return to the manor. We should find a secluded place to rest and hide for the time being, and devote ourselves to studying the martial arts of that secret scroll. At the same time, we should contact our lost brothers in the Murong family and the various branches in the Central Plains. When the time is right, it will not be too late to seek revenge." Murong Yan nodded and said, "I think so too, but... where can we find a suitable secluded place? Moreover, the fragments of the secret scroll that I and Xiao Yu had have already been taken by the Demonic Sect..." Ye Qiu smiled slightly and said, "If we travel south for another five days, we will reach my Ye Family Fortress. The Cold Valley behind the Ye Family Fortress is where I used to practice and play. If you find it interesting, Ling'er, how about I take you there?" Murong Yan smiled happily upon hearing this, but then turned her head and sighed, "Of course it would be great, but if Xiao Yu could come with us, Ling'er would be even happier... I wonder if Xiao Yu is now..."

Ye Qiu saw Murong Yan's mixed feelings of worry and joy, smiled and was about to speak when suddenly everyone stirred. Murong Yan and Ye Qiu looked in the direction of the sound, and Murong Yan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. A beautiful, mature woman in red slowly approached, carrying the seemingly seriously injured Xiao Yu. Upon reaching the crowd, the woman handed Xiao Yu to the head of the Gao family, smiled gently at Murong Yan, and said, "Sister Murong, although I'm reluctant, I'm entrusting Xiao Lang to you. I hope you treat him well and don't betray his heart!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Murong Yan gasped in shock, angrily exclaiming, "You...it's you! You're that vixen...!" "Ling'er!" The seriously injured Xiao Yu, supported by the head of the Gao family, weakly cried out, "She...she's my senior sister, she saved my life...Ling'er, don't be rude to her..." "But...but she...she..." Murong Yan blushed, unable to speak, and with a resentful snort, turned away from Bingbing.

Bingbing smiled sweetly at Murong Yan, then turned to Ye Qiu and said with a smile, "I'm entrusting my junior brother's life to you, so you'd better heal his injuries properly. If he recovers with even a hair missing, I won't forgive you." Ye Qiu also smiled and said, "How dare I disobey your orders? But wouldn't it be better if you came with us to Ye Family Fortress? We won't be lonely on the journey. What do you think?" Bingbing glanced at Murong Yan, who had turned her back and was frowning angrily, and smiled, "That's good, but there's a jealous girl here." "Sister, if I get jealous along the way, everyone will be fed up. I'd better leave on my own."

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "Alright, then take good care of yourself." Bingbing came to the side, stroking Xiao Yu's face with reluctance, and said, "Xiao Lang, your sister is leaving now. Take good care of yourself. We, your junior brother and sister, will meet again. You... take good care of yourself." Xiao Yu also smiled and said, "Don't worry, senior sister. You be careful too... take care of yourself..." Bingbing nodded with tears in her eyes, and in a moment, her red figure disappeared into the valley.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and dawn broke. The morning light shone on the earth, and a rising sun burst forth from the valley, its rays illuminating the mountains and fields.

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