【The Sexual Teacher】(19) 【Author: rescueme】

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********** ... By this time, the Dajia Riverbed was already teeming with people and horses. Several high platforms made of sand, gravel, and vegetation resembled small towns . It was clear that Xiang Yu's personal guard was surrounding him , commanding from one of these small towns, which was about two stories high. Although the other four high platforms and their respective heroic ghost soldiers were attacking the zombie army from both sides in a pincer movement, they were still teetering on the brink of collapse. The zombies' fearless and relentless attacks had obscured our vision, making it impossible to tell who was commanding from the other high platforms. "Brother Tang, this Tai'a sword is a famous sword from Chu. King Xiang bestowed it upon me, and when I committed suicide, it sliced off my entire head. Use it well to achieve merit!" Brother Li patted his Crimson Divine Eagle as he approached me, then took off his sword and tossed it to me. I briefly drew it from its sheath and was immediately struck by its blinding coldness . The blade, reflecting the winter moonlight, made the precious sword appear even more precious and sharp. "Disperse the enemy! Protect King Xiang!" With that, a hundred Crimson Eagles swooped down on the zombies near the high platform. Brother Li's soldiers, though riding the giant eagles, moved with unwavering steadiness, deftly wielding long weapons like halberds and spears to slay the zombies' heads from above . During Xiang'er's first swoop, unfamiliar with the sense of speed and timing, and feeling the wind pressure , even though I drew the legendary Tai'a Divine Sword, I just blindly swung it around, failing to even touch the hem of a zombie's clothing. "Damn, you weren't born knowing how to fly, were you?" I blushed . "Men of Danyang!" Cheers erupted from the ground. Brother Xiang's men cheered for this timely rain from the sky. Only then did I realize that these hundred burly men, who looked like idiots from the Warring States period, were none other than the precursors to the Danyang Army, the elite force that would later become famous throughout the Three Kingdoms period. They were also the backbone of Li Ling's 5,000 elite troops against the 100,000 . After the second dive, I finally achieved something. With my sword, which could cut through iron like mud, I severed the upper body of a zombie . However, this was only achieved because Xiang'er deliberately flew at a low altitude, almost like a stunt performance. "Hehe, it's not bad to succeed on the second try, right?" I patted Xiang'er's neck, a hint . In any case, this was the first time I had used an ability other than my penis to kill a monster. For the first time, I felt like a useful person. Otherwise, I always had to expose my penis to slay demons, which made me feel like a freakish psychic. However, Xiang'er maintained the same disdainful expression, showing no sign of happiness for me. I think it was because my right hand was gripping the sword, while my left hand held the reins and the ghost's penis. Of course, how could I see spirits if I didn't keep the ghost's penis excited! In this extremely excited state, Xiang'er and I were exchanging glances while simultaneously slashing off quite a few zombie heads. Actually, Xiang'er was controlling me; as long as I gripped the Tai'a sword tightly, it would adjust its flight path and hover among the zombie horde. Combined with the sword's sharpness, my kill count automatically increased. I proudly calculated my results, having killed about a dozen zombies. I was about to boast to Wu Youning, wanting her to know that her teacher wasn't just a pervert who only took advantage of students; when it came to showing masculinity, he was no less than the heroes of history ! She stood atop the Crimson Eagle, laughing loudly, "Hahaha!" It turned out her Yang God Technique was already incredibly powerful; with a single stretch of her hands, ten spears materialized. Each dive took the lives of at least ten zombies. Not to mention, her fingertips could often extend and deform after piercing her opponent, continuing until she reached her limit and was completely exhausted. Her kill count in one go was more than all my combined kills! "Teacher, what did you say?" Without using telepathy, she instinctively shouted at me. "..." "..." "..." "Have you finished your homework for tomorrow?!" Seeing her so arrogant, I could only use my authority to show her who was in charge. Meanwhile, the simple-minded dog, wanting Wu Youning to confidently spread her arms and poke with her fingers, dutifully bit Wu Youning's clothes, thus avoiding being thrown off the Crimson Eagle. Seeing his father's pathetic state, he whimpered . In reality, these zombies weren't much different from ordinary people. They had simply been exposed to toxic substances from long-term consumption of Lin Fengying milk, Master Kong instant noodles, and food from Uni-President Chemical Plant. Furthermore, they had been brainwashed for life by exiled terrorist groups occupying Taiwan, gradually losing their ability to think. Coupled with the incompetence of the government and courts, they gradually lost the ability to distinguish right from wrong and truth, ultimately becoming manipulated by the demons entrenched in the Dajia River basin, acting as their accomplices. "My dear believer, I give you my power. Continue to support the Winter Melon King and drive these bad guys away !" A woman dressed in luxurious attire, surrounded by two celestial generals, stood on high ground directing the zombies. The two generals also created celestial anomalies, using lightning and torrential rain to create a false impression of strength, but the resulting illusions had extremely limited effect. "Come on, everyone! If we lose this battle, we'll be driven into the Pacific Ocean, the *** will attack, our salaries will be halved, our comrades will be wiped out, Zheng Jie will be released, and the sow will have a difficult birth..." The woman spouted nonsense with a benevolent gaze, directing the zombies on the riverbed to fight. The zombies willingly offered their heads because of her god-like appearance. It was then that I noticed behind her, a fat man whose obesity would make even five Lien Sheng-wens pale in comparison. His exaggeratedly obese proportions were no wonder he was called the Winter Melon King. He smugly sipped fine wine from a wine glass, letting the goddess Ming, who was actually just a puppet, command the zombies for him. The fat man sat on a bed of flesh piled up with female bodies. Dozens of naked beauties formed the flesh bed, their buttocks facing each other, sticking up high to support the fat man's weight. The fat man wasn't sitting comfortably on the flesh bed; he would occasionally twist his body. I then realized that while he was watching the spectacle, he was also inserting his penis into the vaginas . When he got tired of one, he could simply shift his position slightly and insert into another. Although there was only one fat man and dozens of beautiful women, it was still a struggle to support his obesity.

Their bodies were covered in large beads of sweat, and the one being penetrated by a penis was in excruciating pain.

"Damn it!" Although he enjoyed the power to control the rampaging zombies and the thrill of thrusting into a beautiful woman, the fat
man occasionally couldn't suppress his boiling blood and threw evil magical artifacts into the battle.

"Soul-Suppressing Cone!" With a flick of his hand, a huge gray object flew onto the battlefield, instantly
trapping one of Brother Xiang's soldiers inside a gray cone-shaped concrete wave-damping block, rendering him completely immobile, with only a faint outline of a human face visible on
the surface .

"Qingfeng!"

"Friends!"

Brother Li shouted excitedly as he saw his familiar comrades being turned into wave-damping blocks.

After several dives, the zombie onslaught slowed slightly. To conserve the Crimson Eagles' spiritual energy, the ground troops
cleared . We landed near Brother Xiang Yu's high platform. The Crimson Eagles had reverted to their horse-like forms,
panting heavily with their nostrils flaring, showing no pride whatsoever, and bearing no resemblance to their recent great achievements.

"Li Zuoji! What were my orders?!" Brother Xiang, before we could even regroup, stormed over in a fit of rage
. General Li Zuoji, without waiting for Brother Xiang's reprimand, swiftly drew the Tai'a Sword from my waist and
slashed it at his own neck. Wu Youning and I were completely unable to stop him.

"Clang!" The Tai'a Sword emitted a crisp dragon's roar, its blade vibrating violently. Brother Li, however,
remained perfectly unharmed, like the Ting Hsin Group after a court ruling.

"Hahaha..." Seeing my and the female student's panicked appearance, Brother Xiang, who was originally furious, and
Brother , burst into laughter at the same time. It turned out that in this life, they were no longer bound by a clear master-servant relationship and
were willing to stay in the human world to fight for justice. Everyone was equal. It was just that Brother Li and the other soldiers
were willing to continue to respect Brother Xiang for the sake of command convenience. Moreover, the weapons created by spiritual power could only kill enemies of different factions and
could not be used to commit suicide. These loyal souls wanted to leave the human world, either by fulfilling their wishes—the evil faction was completely
destroyed and they were satisfied and became Buddhas, entering the cycle of reincarnation in the next life, or by dying at the hands of the evil faction and entering the void.

"Report! This person requests to join the battle!" Two or three infantrymen accompanied a
knight who . The knight looked very out of place among the Chinese ancient armor. He was wearing European-style equipment, his warhorse
was also covered in armor, he was holding a knight's lance that could only be seen in movies, he had a broadsword at his waist
, and a shield on his back.

"Old man?" Before Brother Xiang could ask any further questions, I could see from his helmet that he was over sixty, yet still
full of energy. If Brother Xiang hadn't called him "old man," I wouldn't have realized he was already an old man.

"I'm contributing my strength to fight for the common people." He bowed slightly on his horse, without dismounting to pay
his respects . Brother Xiang knew he was heavily armored and needed assistance even to mount and dismount, so he didn't mind and assigned him to
the rear of the cavalry. "This man isn't a ghost, but a living being. He must be a renowned hero." Xiang Yu murmured

, watching his retreating figure . "Fighting with a living being! If he's defeated, will his physical body suffer a shortened lifespan?" I knew this warrior had come to help in his sleep as a spirit, and if he were truly injured, it would definitely harm his physical body. "What shortened lifespan? In your generation's terms, it's called sudden death!" Fan Zeng looked at , as if shocked by my ignorance. "Really? How could anyone be willing to do something so thankless and arduous?!" "Aren't you one?" Brother Xiang patted my shoulder admiringly. "That's different. We're like cousins, but he..." I choked out. "So I put him in the rear guard, hoping that if the situation becomes clear, he can back down wisely, preserve his , and continue fighting in the world." Brother Xiang said earnestly. Brother Xiang truly lived up to his reputation as a hero who, in his youth , vowed to learn the art of war against ten thousand men. He possessed not only martial prowess and strategy but also a compassionate heart. No wonder that when he had a great opportunity to make a comeback, he committed suicide in front of his old general, Lü Matong, to fulfill his friend's legacy . "That's why they say good people don't live long, while evil ones live for a thousand years. Look at the heroes of your generation. The average is over seventy-five, so why do so few of those with social status and economic means to provide excellent medical care live past seventy? Lu Xiu-yi, Chen Ding-nan, Lin Shan-tian—weren't they all dead in their prime ? Meanwhile, the evil side is always meticulous, avoiding risky or unprofitable ventures, thus often enjoying a long and peaceful life. Like the Turtle Demon who lived to nearly 90, and the Female Turtle Demon who lived to 107, their forms are still enshrined in the Yin Temple for all of Taiwan to worship." Fan Zeng recounted this abnormal phenomenon. Damn! So, Chen Qingtian, the one who said, "If you haven't known Chen Ding-nan, you can't call yourself a hero," died in battle! (Mysterious voice: Little brother, you've got the wrong person, haven't you?) No wonder I lamented his untimely death; it was his own choice! And then there's Mr. Lu Xiuyi, a pioneer of the democratic movement, and Professor Lin Shantian, an authority on criminal law. If it weren't for their protection, the entire island of Taiwan would have long since fallen into the hands of evil. Brother Li Zuoji had barely landed when he led his cavalry into battle again, with European knights among them. But this old man was very disobedient. While the others were forming an orderly formation to disperse the zombies on the high platforms and restore communication, this guy, who was originally at the back, actually used the size of his foreign horse to squeeze and push his way to the front . Brother Li knew he meant no harm, so he just smiled and raised his sword: "By the order of the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, charge!" The old man, however, was very uncooperative: "In the name of the Father, the Knights of the Holy Sepulchre of Jerusalem, charge!" Damn, what's with this? Can you please not cause trouble? However, the old man was no pushover. He felled a large group of zombies during his mounted charge, and on dismount, he plunged his broadsword into the hearts of several more. He also frequently used his shield to protect his allies, showing no signs of being a newly joined comrade . Perhaps it was the soldiers trained by Brother Xiang who were adept at various formations and could immediately coordinate with anyone. But his display of power didn't last long. He grabbed a zombie and dragged it to a safer area in the rear. Seeing his abrupt action, I quickly called Wu Youning to come and check. Brother Xiang and Master Fan Zeng, however, were directing the defense of the five castle-like platforms and didn't have time to care about what we were doing. "How did you become like this!" the old man from the Holy Tomb Knights demanded, grabbing the zombie by the collar. The zombie was small, and it was clear he had been handsome in life. His thin face and empty eyes made him indistinguishable from other zombies.

"Brother, I'm so sorry. You died young because of us, and we continued to wallow in self-pity..."
The knight cried loudly, holding the zombie. I quickly went over to help by holding the zombie's mouth shut to prevent it from biting the knight.
Wu Youning also held the zombie's hands to prevent it from scratching the knight, even though the knight was protected by heavy armor.

"Young brothers, please hold on tight to my brother. I need to awaken his mind. Next, I will stimulate his thinking by alternating between
good and evil until he wakes up. You must concentrate fully and not go astray."
After crying for a while, the old knight wiped the tears from his face and put his hands on the zombie's shoulders. Wu Youning also
began to sob softly.

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher, you're really lame. You don't even recognize him..." Wu Youning answered with a choked voice. Only then did I
notice the zombie was wearing a doctor's white coat, but it was filthy.

"Justice, evil."

"Natural, man-made..." The knight slowly provoked the zombie with words of good and evil, but
apart from blank face seemed unresponsive.

"Yi-mei, Ting-hsin." Only when the obvious contrast came from the knight's mouth did the zombie suddenly jolt, but
then it continued its mechanical biting motion, its eyes still listless.

"Chiu Feng-chia, Wu Tang-hsing." One was a charlatan who only knew how to talk big and then absconded with military funds without firing a single shot
; the other was a true martyr who sacrificed his life for his hometown, even to the point that his wife starved herself to death. The contrast
was obvious enough, but the zombie remained unmoved.

"Lien Sheng-wen, Ko Wen-je, Ma Ying-jeou, Chen Ting-nan..." Hearing the names of two scumbags and two exemplary figures
, the zombie finally reacted more, its eyes blinking unnaturally a few times.

"Wei Yingchong." Upon hearing this name, my fist clenched tightly,
and Wu Youning's eyes blazed with fury. The zombie's previously murky eyes suddenly cleared, and its gaping maw slowly closed. Its
entire demeanor and chivalrous spirit instantly made it appear heroic.

"Lin, Jie, Liang!" At the Holy Grail Knight's tearful call, all the zombie's movements stopped instantly.
Wu Youning and I no longer needed to hold him. His tattered white robe became brand new and crisp. He
remained silent , before resolutely uttering two words: "Thank you."

Damn it, I'm supposed to be from Chiayi, and I didn't even recognize this pride of Chiayi. So, the man known as the chivalrous doctor in his lifetime
died suddenly at the prime of his life at 55, for the same reason as Chen Dingnan and the others!

"You all have too many toxins accumulated in your bodies. Do you often eat products from Uni-President Chemical Plant and Wei Chuan?" After
regaining his senses, Dr. Lin Jie-liang took out his glasses from his white coat, put them on, and instantly analyzed the toxins in our bodies.

"I can't help it, Lin Feng-ying's promotional tactics for fresh milk are too tempting..." I lowered my head in embarrassment, feeling
guilty thinking about the fresh milk that was given away for free, more than I paid for. I didn't think about how Dr. Lin Jie-liang dedicated his life to fighting
the toxins provided by these unscrupulous merchants, even dying young, while we forgot his dedication because of small favors and
continued to indulge in our depravity.

"How come even our ancestors and dogs eat this stuff?" He shook his head worriedly, looking at the silly dog at his feet.

"There's nothing we can do. Ever since the day the court declared Ting Hsin innocent, most food manufacturers in Taiwan have
been reducing costs and importing non-food grade ingredients. There's almost nothing edible in Taiwan anymore. Anyway,
it doesn't matter if those scumbag merchants get caught." I said helplessly.

"Hmph." Doctor Lin Jieliang stylishly flicked his white robe and flew to the sky, unleashing his ultimate technique: "Compassionate Heart and Benevolent
Art, Holy Light of the Heroic Physician!"

A beam of light emanated from his body, enveloping the battlefield. Under his holy light, I felt
as if the toxins in my body had been completely cleared away, and my limbs felt light as a feather. Damn, now that the harm of the toxins is gone,
I feel like I should be able to outrun Usain? Bolt! So we were poisoned so
badly by these chemical ingredients, bit by bit!

After the toxins in Han Gou's body were removed, his body grew exponentially, transforming back into Anubis. Looking at the horses and warriors
covered in blood, he eagerly turned back and asked, "Dad, can I go help?"

"Of course." Right now, no one on the field should be able to beat Han Gou.

"I once saw a movie where the older brother and sister were abandoned and locked in an asylum. If no one adopted them
, they would be killed. I want to use their emotions and feelings to increase my fighting power!" Oh, you mean
"Twelve Nights"? I've seen it too. If I unleash the power of grief and anger gained from the movie, my fighting power can
increase several levels.

Suppressing his anger, I grabbed his golden weapon and walked towards the battlefield, then roared to the sky: "Twelve...
Sixteen... Nights... Feelings... Heart...!"

Huh? You misspoke, it should be Twelve Nights. Your attack name sounds weird.

After gathering his energy using what sounded like a manga author's technique, I immediately swung my golden weapon,
charging up: "Clothes..." His clothes fluttered as he gathered his energy; "Release..." His bracelets and anklets shattered
; "Wild..." Orbs of light burst forth across the battlefield; "Multi-Wave Slash!" Finally, countless
orbs of light flew towards the zombie horde!

The moves all sound weird. Could that last move have been inspired by some multi-person slash
series ?! You idiot, what have you been watching on my computer while I was gone?!

"Chasing Light!"

"Minato Rikiku!"

Okay, okay, I'm sure now. Even though I
don't I'll remember to set a password on my computer from now on to prevent corrupting underage puppies.

After the idiot's rampage, the disadvantage on the field wasn't so obvious, but in reality, our chances of winning were still
slim. The enemy's evil power was endless, while our spiritual energy would eventually run out.

Not wanting to let my simple-minded dog steal the show, I mounted Xiang'er and weaved through the zombies. Even though I couldn't ride a horse at all,
as long as I held the reins tightly, Xiang'er used its agility to dart through the ranks, disrupting the enemy. With
the help of the Healer and the Holy Tomb Knight, we finally managed to clear the previously stalemate.

On our rearmost platform were Commander-in-Chief Xiang Yu, Strategist Fan Zeng, and their personal guard; on the platform to the left front
were Li Zuoji, who defended Lu City and became famous throughout history. Because of the prolonged siege, Liu Bang even considered mobilizing
the entire nation's army to attack. It wasn't until Liu Bang presented Xiang Yu's head in Lu City that Li Zuoji surrendered, agreeing to bury Xiang Yu on
the condition the city be given to him, and then committed suicide at Xiang Yu's tomb in loyalty to his lord.

To our right front was Wu Tangxing, an anti-Japanese patriot who had sacrificed his life at Bagua Mountain. With him and Brother Li Zuoji defending us,
the zombies couldn't bypass us and launch a surprise attack from the rear. Instead, they naturally surged in from the middle, and the crowded situation
hampered our movements. At this time, the three fierce anti-Japanese fighters, Lin Shuangwen's troops, known for their
guerrilla warfare, launched a pincer attack from both sides to reap the rewards. This was the reason we were still able to fight against overwhelming odds.

"Stop fighting." A simply dressed girl moved back and forth among the zombie horde,
constantly persuading the wounded zombies and even using her spiritual power to heal them.

"Thank you, Mazu! Praise Mazu!" The healed zombies ignored the girl who was actually performing a miracle and
cried out their gratitude to the puppet deity high in the sky.

It was clear that 95% of this gratitude went to the fat man behind the fake Mazu, and only 4% went to him.
Five percent of the merit went to the fake Mazu, leaving only five per thousand to return to the real Mazu—harder to earn than a gambling knight.

"Hooray, we've made a killing! Lin Moniang, keep it up!" The fat pig continued thrusting into
the beautiful , while simultaneously creating wave-dissipating blocks.

Each time the real Mazu used her divine power to heal these former believers, the zombies would
channel into the puppet Mazu and the fat winter melon king. The five per thousand returned only replenished the real Mazu's lost
spiritual power, keeping her in a state of neither hunger nor thirst, able to continue healing the zombies but unable to perform
more miracles to compete with the fake Mazu. And the real Mazu, because of her compassionate heart, couldn't ignore the suffering
believers before her, and thus helplessly and foolishly repeated her futile miracles.

Alas, humans are truly pathetic; knowing it's wrong, yet choosing to perpetuate it.

The battle had raged all night, and before dawn, the chilling temperature plummeted. Our
forces were almost entirely wiped out, and the remaining troops had retreated, gathering around Brother Xiang.

Although I hadn't paid much attention in my high school Chinese classes, reflecting on our current situation, I found myself spontaneously reciting in a low voice:
"Holding Wu spears and clad in rhinoceros armor, chariots clashed, short weapons engaged, banners obscured the sun, enemies like clouds, arrows rained down, soldiers fought valiantly."

"Haha, Brother Tang, this poem of national lament written by the people of Chu is truly apt!" Fan Zeng
exclaimed in .

"They trampled my ranks, my left horse fell, my right was wounded, the wheels were covered in dust, the four horses were bound, I grasped the jade drumstick and struck the resounding drum."
As Brother Xiang continued his chanting, I lovingly stroked the wounds on Xiang'er's body. Although we had only known each other for less than a
night, it had dutifully carried me, minimizing my injuries. Even now, with its life hanging by a thread,
it fought valiantly without flinching, calmly gazing ahead, awaiting its master's final command.

"The heavens fell, the spirits were enraged, the slaughter was annihilated, the fields were abandoned, neither going nor returning, the plains were vast and the road was long,
I carried a long sword and a Qin bow, my head and body were severed, yet my heart did not repent." Brother Li Zuoji then recited this passage, it was most suitable for him to recite
, after all, he had truly suffered the loss of his head and body.

"Truly brave and martial, ultimately strong and unyielding, though our bodies are dead, our spirits live on, our souls resolute, becoming heroic ghosts!" The
surviving ghost soldiers and generals on the entire battlefield shouted in unison, followed by an even fiercer battle. These ancestors,
dragging their severed limbs and broken bodies, fought bravely, and I felt deeply honored to die alongside them.

I and the remaining leaders rode on the remaining twenty or so fine horses. I was fortunate enough to be on Brother Xiang's left, with my adoptive
father Fan Zeng on my right. Li Zuoji, Wu Tangxing, the Three Anti-Japanese Warriors, Lin Shuangwen, the Holy Tomb Knight, and Doctor Lin Jieliang
were arranged in order, a poignant scene of no return.

Wu Youning, carrying the exhausted Han Gou, was at the rear of the formation. I wanted her to take advantage of our last charge
and escape back to Minxiong with Han Gou. As for what would happen to Ghost Dick and the three spiritual sisters after my death, I really
hadn't thought about it.

"Qihao, I'm sorry," Brother Xiang tried to say to me in a modern tone in his final conversation.

"No need to say anything, I died a worthy death." I looked at the wrecked corpses and shoals on the riverbed,
surprisingly calm.

"It's not about that."

"I sent Li Zuoji to find you because I was certain that you, with your simple mind, would come back with them.
I thought your help would increase our chances of victory, but unfortunately, I lost the gamble." It turned out that Brother Xiang Yu had
no intention of dispersing his forces; this was a classic case of feigning

weakness to lure the enemy into a trap. But I didn't blame him at all; on the contrary, I was proud that he considered me someone important.

"Hehe, since you know what kind of person I am, you don't need to tell me all this. I understand." I
sincerely thanked him for his appreciation.

"Let's fight one last time, Brother Xiang. I'll show you
the heroic figure !" Brother Xiang pulled on the reins, and his divine steed, Wuzhui, suddenly stood up. He then
charged forward, and the remaining soldiers followed suit!

"Hahaha, I'll let you die in peace! I'm telling you, after you die, Taiwan will definitely fall!
The Demon King of Zhuluo has already divided his forces into six routes to attack the key cities of Taiwan. After Zhongdu is captured, my descendants will continue to rule
the central region for thousands of years, forever and ever!" Seeing our final desperate struggle, the fat man excitedly quickened
his thrusting, then, driven by the urge to ejaculate, ejaculated into the bodies of the beautiful women on the bed. He then withdrew his penis and repeatedly
inserted it into all the women on the bed, spreading his evil seeds within them, continuing to create
little winter melons as fat and wicked as himself.

Just then, a beam of light surged from the northern sky,
dazzling and brilliant, like someone performing a Kamehameha while lying on the ground. Then, a second beam appeared far away, followed by a third. I looked around
and found two beams of light in the south as well. These five beams of light were equivalent to the spiritual light emitted by the righteous thoughts of millions of people
!

"Little Winter Melon, conserve your strength and retreat to Zhenlan Palace." A
figure that almost filled the entire sky appeared above the battlefield, issuing the order in a superior-to-inferior tone.

"What!?" The fat pig, who thought the battle would end with the evil side victorious,
pulled out his ejaculating penis in surprise, knocking over the glass of fine red wine in his hand.

"The Gluttonous Golden Pig has been defeated. I thought its opponent was just an ordinary Taiwanese dog, and a bald one at that, but its true
form is a lion; the five sheep monsters have also lost, and the Wrathful Bald Demon and Little Yang Giant suffered a crushing defeat. Even the Pyrrhic victory of Zhu Li
didn't eliminate the threat completely, leaving the Guardian Ox barely clinging to life. It will surely return one day. You must conserve your strength and
continue to use Lin Moniang to consolidate the evil forces in the central region!" The figure had a large beard and was dressed like a European
monk. I recognized him at a glance. Ever since I obtained the Ghost Dick, I've been keeping an eye out for any penises left in the world.
"A psychic older than me, so I recognize him—Russian sorcerer Rasputin!

" "Where's Baldy?" the fat man pressed. "Wait, isn't his name Ji Shuang?"

"You mean Ji Xue? Or Xiu Xia?" Even Rasputin, who seemed to belong to a higher level,
couldn't his subordinates' names, let alone us.

"Anyway, the Taiwanese have inexplicably awakened. You'd better retreat! I need to go back and continue serving the Ghost King,
cultivating evil power." I never imagined that the man who used his enormous penis to wreak havoc in the Russian court was still harming humanity, and right here in
Taiwan's Presidential Palace! Comparing him to the appearance of the Ghost King I'd seen before, no wonder his four demons all looked like men in drag, and
he discarded real beauties like trash. Turns out he really is a dead gay slut, getting his ass pierced by his subordinates every day!

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