Spiritual Teacher (21)

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Chapter Twenty-One: Don't Think About the Exorcism Incident in the Subtitle Anymore. The subtitle was even harder to come up with than the main text. Damn, I forgot how I got back to Minxiong. I think it was the Yang Shen technique of the little psychic kid Wu Youning that brought me home. If I had to go to the station to buy a ticket home after this big battle, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?
Anyway, I let the silly dog's Yang Shen return to him, properly planted the tender sprout left by Mo Yun in a pot, and placed it in a corner on the balcony where it could receive sunlight and dew. Then I buried my head and slept soundly. I didn't even think I could get up on time for school the next day, or rather, that morning. Sigh, but for a bite to eat, I had to go to work. I still got up at six o'clock in the morning, greeted Zhang Xiaoci, who was on duty in bed today, and then went to the bathroom to pee. It's embarrassing to say, but because my penis was burned by the evil spirit's karmic fire, the opening of my urethra is now pressed against my pubic bone, so I have to pee while sitting down. Hmph, that stinky Zhang Xiaoci! I greeted her and she completely ignored me. If I get the chance, I'll definitely shove this rock-hard, morning-erect cock into her pussy and then have some sex! Damn it, even when I forcefully press down on my penis, I can't avoid the glans touching the toilet seat. Dirty! That's the worst thing about morning erections. But as the urine flows out, my penis gets softer and softer… Wait! Three little penises!? Isn't Lin Bei's only erect penis that appears when he's erect? What is this familiar yet unfamiliar organ in front of me?!
Damn, this is even more surprising than waking up this morning and finding out I've turned into AV actress Kanno Shizuka! After it finished urinating, I rushed to Zhang Xiaoci's sleeping side. Although we had already consummated our marriage, I didn't dare to be too presumptuous. Usually, I would politely let her or my two younger sisters sleep on the bed when it was their turn, while I and the silly dog would sleep on the other side. Having just seen Xiao Xiaohao, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, my first thought was naturally to consult the knowledgeable Xiaoci to see what was going on. "Zhang Xiaoci, let me tell you, I..." I rudely pulled off the quilt on my bed, only to find that the figure on the bed was not Zhang Xiaoci's petite figure, but rather a height of nearly 170 centimeters. I had initially thought it was Zhang Xiaozhen, but the hair length was also different. "What three hours?" the girl in the quilt murmured in complaint. When I came to my senses, I realized that the girl in the quilt was not one of the three Zhang sisters. Just as I was about to exclaim in surprise, a strange yet familiar memory suddenly flooded into my mind. "Wanwan?" Only when her bright and beautiful features came into view did I realize with a start that the girl in front of me was my girlfriend, Wanwan, with whom I'd been dating for two years. Wake up, Tang Qihao, you don't have a girlfriend. No, wait, I do have a girlfriend. I can even recall Wanwan's birthdate. But why do I have such vivid memories of the three Zhang sisters? It feels like I only parted ways with them last night. Yes, they said they were going to recharge their "ghost penises" yesterday evening, and then I practically flew to the banks of the Dajia River to fight alongside Xiang Yu and the others, with Mo Yun even sacrificing herself in the process. Wait, my identity is indeed Tang Qihao, a middle school civics teacher. My girlfriend is Wanwan, I don't have any pets, and I certainly don't have a "ghost penis." My penis has always looked like this. "What are you daydreaming about?" When Wanwan opened her eyes and gave me a kiss with her sleepy gaze, I finally snapped out of my reverie. "Do you want black pepper or mushroom flavor?" After getting up, Wanwan turned on the induction cooker in the suite, put the store-bought simple-seasoned teppanyaki on it to heat up, and then hurriedly went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After brushing her teeth, she quickly prepared her teppanyaki. "Black pepper, please." I said my preferred flavor as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I looked around. The suite was indeed furnished like that of a young couple living together. There were my and Wanwan's personal belongings, my teaching materials, but no trace of the silly dog or the three spiritual sisters. Wow, so the ghost and the three Zhang sisters were just memories from my dream. It felt like several months of experiences were still vivid in my mind. Every exorcism, every moment of intimacy with the three sisters and the female student, felt like it had really happened. Sigh, the cute silly dog was just a dream too. I really loved that furry kid in my dream. I stared blankly with my chopsticks, feeling lost. Watching Wanwan prepare breakfast for me from behind, I could hardly believe the happiness I felt. Wanwan was 168 cm tall, with delicate features, a D-cup bust, long legs, and a gentle personality—she seemed to combine all the best qualities of three beautiful girls with spiritual abilities. After getting up, besides brushing her teeth, the first thing she did was satisfy my appetite, afraid I would go hungry; her virtuousness surpassed even Zhang Xiaoci's. Now she was diligently bending over to flip the noodles on the hot plate while frying eggs. Her beige silk pajamas, clad only in panties, stretched taut, revealing alluring curves. To verify my current impression, while Wanwan bent over to adjust the noodles, I moved to her front. What came into view was a pair of breasts hanging like bells, without a bra. I adjusted the angle to see her pink nipples. In our second year of living together, Wanwan still valued the finer things in life. Noticing me staring at her breasts, she smiled slightly and asked, "What?" She covered her clothes with her left hand while continuing to make breakfast with her right. "I want some breasts." Having just woken from the transition between reality and a dream, my naturally lustful nature was already at its peak. I quickly immersed myself in this new life that was unimaginable to me just ten minutes ago—my penis was still there, and my girlfriend was a perfect woman, one in a million. "Pervert," Wanwan giggled, but it was clear she didn't mind my teasing. I moved behind her, first embracing her tightly around the waist. Still adjusting to this surreal feeling, to make sure she was truly in my arms, I then carefully kissed her cheek from the side, then her earlobe, her hair, until she turned her lips to me and gave me a gentle kiss. "Hmm...we'll do it later, after we finish the noodles." Wanwan said coquettishly, the "hmm" trailing off at a high pitch, letting me know she wanted it too. I grabbed her breasts with both hands, my penis, which had gone down from urinating, becoming erect again. I swallowed the words "Come on, you little devil" that almost escaped my lips, so Wanwan wouldn't find out how ridiculous my long-held dream was. But what was this inexplicable sense of loss? Actually, I really missed those days of slaying demons with my erect penis. I had to figure out what was wrong with me. But only a few seconds after my thoughts drifted away from Wanwan, she seemed to sense it, reaching out to grasp my erect penis. The moment her soft, boneless hand touched me, all reason vanished, leaving only pure lust. I released my hands from her waist, feigning a halt to my teasing, but before she could finish cooking the noodles, I couldn't wait to lift the hem of her nightgown, pull down her panties, and rub my penis between her legs. Wanwan ignored the burning sensation between her thighs, suppressing a laugh as she continued frying the noodles. I held her slender waist, inhaling her fragrance, no longer doubting whether this life was a dream or reality. "Can we still fry noodles? I've been praying before Buddha for thousands of years..." Wanwan sang a funny song while frying noodles. Although it was for laughs, she brought out the best in her clear, melodious voice. Seeing her sometimes sexy and alluring, sometimes playful and cute appearance, I could no longer suppress my impulse. I reached for her breasts, and in the softness of my hands, I easily found those small, cute, firm tips. I immediately extended my ring finger, which, according to Rolando, was the least sensitive, and gently rubbed her nipple. The barely perceptible pressure immediately made her breathing quicken. "Why are you in such a hurry?" Wanwan played the Sith joke, imitating the classic scene with Emi, and frowned as she begged for mercy. I could no longer resist the temptation. Forget about breakfast, I quickly adjusted the position of my glans, and without even using my left hand for assistance, I easily found Wanwan's soft organ that was the perfect match for me. With her already incredibly wet, I buried half of my glans between Wanwan's soft petals. Finding the opening was easy, but the subsequent entry was even more exciting. It turned out that Wanwan's vagina was incredibly tight, a true gem. It took considerable force to penetrate her. From half of my glans to completely occupying Wanwan, it took a lot of strength! Once my entire penis was inserted into Wanwan's tender vagina, the pink folds of her vaginal opening were already engorged and taut. The tight junction of my penis and vagina was also squeezing out a lot of her juices. Wanwan is such a slut!
Just before breakfast was ready, I had already started eating, but I was eating something else entirely. I held Wanwan's breasts in my hands, while my crotch greedily thrust forward until my pubic bone was pressed tightly against Wanwan's buttocks, unable to move forward an inch. Only then did I realize that Wanwan and I were indeed 100% compatible, both in mind and body. Her lower body was made to fit the shape of my penis; we were a match made in heaven. After my penis was fully inside Wanwan, I began thrusting. Wanwan groaned softly, but she didn't stop what she was doing. She endured the pleasure in her groin as she ladled the cooked noodles onto a plate. Throughout, my hands gripped her large breasts tightly, while my hips moved vigorously, trying to see how long she could hold out. "Qihao, you're so mean! Mmm..." she whimpered as she ladled the noodles. I, as if challenging myself to see if I could fuck her until her hands gave out and she spilled the plate, pounded into her hard. My thick penis plunged straight into her core each time, and the impact between my thighs and her buttocks was incessant, the "slap slap slap slap" sounds echoing continuously. Seeing that she was almost done ladling the noodles, but hadn't yet achieved my goal of spilling the plate, I stopped gripping her soft breasts and quickly placed my hands on her buttocks and waist, gripping her slender waist and thrusting forcefully. This time, I wasn't aiming for deep penetration, but for speed. I kept the head of my penis about five centimeters inside her, and then thrust at a high speed of more than ten times per second. I watched as my purplish-red glans traced the folds of Wanwan's vagina from the point of our union, contrasting beautifully with her delicate yet pristine anus. The visual pleasure was heavenly. After my rapid thrusting, Wanwan, though forcing herself to suppress the throbbing pleasure, began to moan exaggeratedly. "Xiaohao! Mmm, oh..." She seemed to have just reached her first orgasm, her breath coming in gasps. Seeing the flush on her body from the climax, I pulled out my penis and couldn't resist bending down to gently bite her firm yet soft buttocks. "My turn, huh?" Oh no! As soon as I pulled my penis out of Wanwan's vagina, her eyes flashed with a cunning, mischievous look. She pushed me down onto the bed, straddled me, and skillfully guided my penis back into her still unsatisfied vagina. This time, I didn't have to put in much effort. Wanwan straddled me, keeping only the tip of my penis inside her. She lifted her buttocks and lowered them, each time slamming her vaginal opening against my crotch, leaving my thighs red and swollen, as if she wasn't afraid of damaging her clitoris. Although the force of her movements quickly made my thighs sting, the contrast of my penis being inside her warm, moist body amplified my pleasure. I gently supported her buttocks with both hands so she wouldn't have to exert too much effort. "Take your hands off me, I want to do it myself." Damn it, but I can't stand being ridden like this! Wanwan had only been riding me like this for less than a minute when I immediately felt the urge to ejaculate and tried to adjust myself, but the contrast between her swaying breasts and beautiful face made it impossible for me to resist. "Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Wanwan closed her eyes, feeling the impact inside her vagina. Her hands were also lasciviously grasping her large breasts, sometimes stroking her nipples, and sometimes teasing her clitoris. I was a little worried that she might get too excited and squirt, staining the sheets. My glans was almost about to ejaculate under the pressure of this female tyrant. "Wait! Wait!" This time it was Hui Meili's turn. But Wanwan completely ignored my pleas. Just like when I fucked her from behind, she only wanted to be like a human soy milk machine, squeezing out my soy milk! "Mmm mmm mmm..." I let out an almost wailing plea for mercy. Then Wanwan slowed down the frequency of her hip movements, allowing me to retaliate. As always, she was understanding, but it was too late. I quickly straightened my upper body and pushed Wanwan down on the bed. Then I hugged Wanwan's buttocks and tried to insert my penis to the deepest point to ejaculate. "Hey." Wanwan and I have been living together for so long, she could tell from my movements that I wanted to ejaculate inside to satisfy my male desire for conquest. She quickly reminded me that she didn't seem to be in her safe period. I quickly pulled out my penis, which was on the verge of ejaculation, and first ejaculated a little on Wanwan's luscious nipples, then moved it to Wanwan's bright red lips. Wanwan automatically took the entire penis into her mouth and sucked on the glans as I ejaculated. Even when I felt the glans stop throbbing, she was reluctant to let go and kept it in her mouth for a long time, making me feel sore and numb from ejaculating too much. "Hmm..." She frowned and swallowed my semen in one gulp, then opened the refrigerator, took out a 250cc can of barley tea, and took a few sips to wash away the taste of semen in her mouth. My God, how can I have such a virtuous and wonderful girlfriend? She's practically the perfect woman—capable in the living room, the kitchen, and able to make me limp on the bed. I quickly hugged Wanwan's slender body tightly from behind again: "Wanwan, thank you, you're so good." "Hehe, I came twice." Wanwan turned around and kissed me, then got dressed, and we finished breakfast together, winking at each other. Then I went to school, and she went to work. My God! This is life! After a good time in the morning, I headed to school full of energy. If only those gossipy girls in my class were a little more well-behaved, and my grades were a little better, my life would be perfect. "Good morning, Wu Youning. Thanks to your yang spirit last night." After greeting her, I moved closer to Wu Youning, wanting to praise her heroic performance. I saw her eyes flicker like a startled bird, then she said, "What?" and sat down. Oh, what an idiot I am! Wu Youning only gained psychic abilities in the dream where I had a ghost penis. In real life, she's just an ordinary kid. I actually mixed up my dream and my life. Wait, which of my interactions with my students and colleagues only happened in the dream? Which are shared memories from real life? I need to figure this out. For example, when I saw Instructor Tian Caizhen, should I consider her a comrade I've already had a physical relationship with? That's a huge question. Just as I was trying to sort everything out in my mind, the phone rang. It was Wanwan calling. "Remember your appointment with your father tonight." Huh? I had completely forgotten about it if she hadn't mentioned it. Okay, okay, I remember now. Strangely enough, whenever I try to figure out the difference between dreams and reality, something unexpected always manages to distract me. Oh well, I still have a busy day ahead. I should be thankful that at least I didn't get the names and faces of my students and colleagues wrong. Except for not having a ghost penis, this reality and that dream are largely the same. I'm going to pick up my father tonight, though I honestly don't know if I should call him my father. He ran away with a huge gambling debt when I was just a baby. My mother had already given birth to me, but she never registered her marriage with him and had to remarry. We had lost all contact with him. If it weren't for Wanwan, a saleswoman, who got to know him through connections, we wouldn't have made any contact. Even after I confirmed he was my biological father, I had no intention of contacting him. It was only because Wanwan said things like "recognizing one's roots" and "blood is thicker than water" that I reluctantly wanted to see him. I was just thinking about whether to make things clear to him today and ask him not to contact me again. So I take my stepfather's surname, and my biological father, that scumbag who abandoned my mother and me, is named Guo Mingdong. After meeting him, we chatted casually. Just as I was about to confront him, he stammered, "Qihao, I've already made an appointment with my creditors. If you don't help me pay some interest, I'll have my hands and feet broken."
Damn it, you caused this mess, so deal with it yourself! Don't even think about dragging me and Wanwan into this! I knew it! This kind of trash abandoned us back then, and now he shows no remorse and even wants benefits! Just as I was about to stand up, several thugs who looked anything but benevolent appeared. "Brother Gong, please give me a little more time," Guo Mingdong quickly suppressed their impatience. It seemed these were his creditors. In the midst of this murky argument, one claimed it was a secret agreement signed in Jakarta, the other a repayment plan agreed upon at a secret meeting in Cairo. Before I could even figure out what was going on, they started attacking me without any explanation, even making physical contact with Wanwan, and then they started fighting with me. I was naturally annoyed that my public servant had become the victim, but I instinctively fought back and chased them away. However, after they left, I touched my throbbing forehead, and a stream of hot blood was flowing down. Then I lost consciousness. When I woke up, Wanwan and Guo Mingdong were both beside me. Guo Mingdong said, "I helped you drive away Gong Chan and his gang, but since you've become like this, I also have a moral obligation to take care of you. So, I'll plan everything for you from now on." Damn it, I was the one who drove away Gong Chan and his gang; you were just there to spout nonsense. "Qihao, don't worry, I'm here. Your uncle has already calculated your insurance money and court compensation. Every 40,000 yuan is converted into 1 point, and he's even planning to help us buy a house." Damn it, 40,000 yuan for 1 point? That's even worse than Kaiji's Pelican! Someone, give Kaiji a can of beer—no, give Guo Mingdong a dick to shove in his mouth. Damn it, why can I only complain internally? Where's my language ability? Damn it, why can't I get up? Okay, strictly speaking, I still have feeling in my lower body and can move slowly, at least I'm not paralyzed. But this means my life is ruined! All because I kindly met Guo Mingdong once. I can't imagine how wonderful my life would have been if I hadn't been so heartless and chased him away, without even a hint of wanting to take him in! I would have had a good girlfriend, a good job, living in a beautiful environment surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, and owning my own house before I was even forty. Now, all I get is 40,000 yuan for one credit card, and according to his calculations, I'll never be able to buy a house in my lifetime! Actually, I'm not completely paralyzed. As long as I try to move my body, I can manage my bodily functions, it just takes me about half an hour. I can even communicate with Wanwan by writing. But every time I try to talk to Wanwan about my relationship with Guo Mingdong, she always lazily says, "Qihao, can we not talk about it? I just want to live a peaceful life." Hmph, aren't you and I the ones being exploited and suffering the mental and physical pain caused by Guo Mingdong? Why shouldn't we talk about it! Why should I take in a good-for-nothing scumbag who only wants to play and play and play all day, and even let him manage my life and assets! However, Guo Mingdong still had some conscience; he signed a guardianship agreement with me, which could be revised at the beginning of each year. This year's revision date was January 16th. Forget it, I'm too lazy to go out. Watching TV to pass the time is more pleasant. Thinking about how it takes me hours just to get dressed and put on my shoes before leaving the house, I dismissed the idea. For eight years, my life has been wasted in this cycle. Earlier, Wanwan would try to help me with rehabilitation, sometimes even sexually arousing me to see if she could stimulate me to recover, even in front of Guo Mingdong. Later, knowing I had lost my ability to speak, and because my near-paralyzed body couldn't resist, they were even too lazy to communicate in writing, and they just started having sex right next to me. Anyway, I couldn't be bothered with them. And so, time and time again, I lay in bed watching Guo Mingdong ejaculate inside my beloved girlfriend. They didn't even consider the safe period. When I was with Wanwan, I was so careful! Now they just ejaculate whenever they want, aren't they afraid of getting my girlfriend pregnant? What if I have to use my unused insurance money to raise his child later, if there's anything left over? This is definitely not my life. Thinking back to the night before I became paralyzed, the vivid memories of fighting alongside the three Zhang sisters, risking my life for justice with Brother Xiang Yu, and the students with their silly, gossipy, yet righteous spirit—those memories should be reality, not this indifferent society where everyone says they don't want to talk about politics, yet their lives are constantly influenced by political trash like Qiu Yi. But why is my terrifying situation so real, so hopeless that I feel powerless to change it? Wait, I remember reading about the ghost teacher Shenmei, which mentioned this might be the work of a "pillow-flipping demon." But in the manga, Inaba Shoko could ask Shenmei to use her ghost hand to help her return to her original world. But I am a psychic teacher, and I've lost my ghost penis. Am I going to have to learn incest and self-pleasure?! Help me, I can't live without my ghost penis. Self-pleasure is just being a pervert now. Looking back on everything these past years, it feels more and more like a nightmare. Why is it that every time I try to figure out my relationship with the three psychic sisters, Wanwan always manages to interrupt my train of thought? Yet this world is so similar to the world I was in before, like The Truman Show, as if I'm destined to waste my life here. But the mix of reality and dreams gives me a constant sense of déjà vu, making me increasingly confused about whether to resist, change, or just accept it. The TV is showing a special on the Buddhist Dharma Drum Mountain. The monk on screen is the late Master Sheng Yen. His virtuous and upright life truly deserves to be called a Buddha. He didn't erect monuments or statues, nor did he collect relics (he called them "solid stones" because they were unresponsive, just like gallstones). His ashes were planted, leaving behind only the Dharma for people to remember, not magnificent buildings and statues. Wait, Master Sheng Yen, isn't he the frail monk who fought against the four fake Buddhas in Dajia Creek? I was blind to his true nature; I didn't even recognize him back then. It wasn't until now, when I have time to watch TV and find solace in Buddhism for my misfortunes, that I discovered the greatness of Buddhism and thus came to know Master Sheng Yen. "Busy in idleness, laughter and tears in emptiness; originally there was no 'I,' life and death can be cast aside." Yes, I can no longer be deceived by the illusions before me. I must break free and do something to prove these are all nightmares. But simply biting my finger and saying, "This is all an illusion, it won't scare me!" is absolutely useless. I can't do what others have done before. After all, change requires determination. If someone has done something before, I'll fall into the trap of déjà vu. I struggled to my feet. I must find the connection to that previous world. That's it, the ink on the balcony! Unlike the yang spirits of Han Gou and Wu Youning, the tender shoots in that potted plant are real, tangible matter. This can't be faked with déjà vu. However, I haven't seen it since returning from the battle of Dajia River. It might have withered and died. If it hadn't, with Mo Yun's delicate and charming appearance, it would definitely have grown into an orchid or a tulip. After all, Mo Yun is Dutch, so it wouldn't be surprising if it grew into the national flower. Hehe, I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I saw it. Mo Yun, Mo Yun, why the hell are you a Venus flytrap?! The Venus flytrap originated in North America, and Europe was in the midst of the Age of Exploration back then. Navigators brought back a lot of overseas artifacts. Mo Yun, longing for the scenery overseas, sailed to Taiwan with her father. Therefore, it's not surprising that she saw the Venus flytrap in North America and was captivated by its wonders. "Qihao, why did you get out of bed? Tell me what you want to do, and I'll help you." Sure enough, even though it wasn't even noon, just because I rekindled my desire to return to my original world, Wanwan appeared on time as she had several times before. Did she not even have to go to work? This time, she could no longer hide her unease. Beneath her feigned composure, her unprecedented panic was impossible to fool. "Hmph, who exactly are you? Why are you trying to bewitch me?" "Qihao, what are you saying? Haven't I done enough for you? I've lost my youth for you, and I was even violated by my uncle..." Wanwan's eyes were brimming with tears; her acting was nine-tenths as good as Pudding's. If it were a few years earlier, seeing her pitiful appearance, I would have rushed over and embraced her. But these past eight years have been too painful. Amidst her gasps, I committed a cruel act that no one in the world had ever done before!
"Mo Yun, fucking cut it easy!" I thrust my cock, which hadn't been used in ages since it was practically paralyzed, into that eerily-looking insect-trapping leaf! Ughhhhhh! With a scream, I straightened up and found my naked lower body tightly connected to the genitals of a beautiful young woman. Damn, it's Mo Yun! "Weren't you dead?" I asked the woman who was making piston-like movements with me, completely rude and clueless. "You're the one who's dead!" Mo Yun, who had never shown any obvious emotion since we met, half-smiled, but she didn't stop her hips moving. Right now, what was going in and out of her was my huge, monstrous cock. The night around us was still dark. What was this? "Qihao, because we need the assistance of those five spiritual lights, we adopted a quick-deploy and quick-retreat tactic. We had all the women here have intercourse with you, thrusting a few times and then pulling out to see which one your ghostly penis reacted to the most, so that you could unleash your full desire and attract those five righteous spiritual lights to harmonize good and evil. During this time, we sisters withdrew from your ghostly penis, letting the evil spirit within it dominate your consciousness, so you temporarily lost consciousness and only had instinctive reactions left." Xiaoci set up a barrier around me to resist the zombie army's attack. So I was still on the banks of the Dajia River! "Then who did I react to the most?" At this moment, Moyun had already retreated and was no longer having intercourse with me, but instead using the power of plants to assist in the battle. Zhang Xiaojie then straddled my ghostly penis. "It's hard to say, because every time a new female body is used, the ghost's fighting power and evil level increase by a notch. Thanks to the support of the five spiritual lights, you regained consciousness, and we didn't have to suppress the ghost's power. However, after you ejaculate, the righteous energy of the spiritual lights will disappear, and we'll have to return to the ghost's body to resume the life where at least two of us suppressed evil spirits within it," Xiao Ci said. "Simply put, you're a 60 out of 100 in terms of 'hole'!" Zhang Xiaojie lifted her skirt, not even having time to take off her underwear, and hurriedly inserted my ghost's penis into her body after simply pushing the crotch aside. Damn, so my special talent is my lustful desires! The Ghost King of Zhuluo, also known as Zheng Jing, is now Ma Ying-jeou. His greatest evil lies in his hypocrisy and greed; Brother Xiang Yu is a symbol of unparalleled power, and his pursuit of ultimate power makes him a powerful spirit; the Three Mighty Warriors of the Anti-Japanese War, Wu Tangxing, Lin Jieliang, and the Knight of the Holy Grail are remarkable for their love for their homeland and compatriots; Mo Yun's strength lies in his love for nature, which is why they all became powerful spiritual beings, while Lin Bei is only because of his lust!?
Whatever, everyone has their own preferences. As long as I don't go completely off the rails, it's not too much of a problem. The Mirror of Retribution didn't strike me, did it? "Hmph, I didn't expect you to still be so interested in my body." Zhang Xiaojie looked with satisfaction at the spiritual light gathering from the distant sky towards us, proving that the Ghost Penis's lustful power had increased again, thus attracting a large amount of spiritual light. "Xiaozhen, it's your turn." After saying that, Zhang Xiaojie quickly put on her underwear and then "whoosh whoosh whoosh" fired a large number of spiritual weapons to attack the zombies surrounding us. "I don't want to." Zhang Xiaozhen was currently fighting alongside Brother Xiang Yu. She was like a killing machine when dealing with zombies, but when she had a chance to interact with Xiang Yu, she was as gentle and charming as a little woman, her eyes full of admiration and love. "Go ahead." Brother Xiang Yu gave her a push, and she reluctantly sat on my body and started rocking, her eyes always fixed on Brother Xiang Yu's heroic back. Damn it, I didn't want to sleep with the boss's woman either, but the current situation forced me to. "Who hasn't tried yet?" Zhang Xiaozhen rocked me a few times, proving that Zhang Xiaojie's theory of "I'm just a 60-point pervert with a hole" was unbreakable. Then she turned to ask the others, only to see Brother Li Zuoji leading Xiang'er over. Damn it, I just realized Xiang'er was a mare! Damn it, I don't want to, I don't want to! Even Zhang Xiaozhen is fine. A couple more rocking and I'll obediently ejaculate. Don't let the mare ravage me! "It's just me left." Wu Youning timidly raised her hand, her fingertips still stained with zombie blood. She had been using her ten fingers to transform into spears, piercing the hearts and heads of zombies, so her fingertips were red and white, covered in blood and brain matter. Damn it, another student thing. I think hell will add a nineteenth level just for me. But I had no choice. To prevent Taiwan from falling into the hands of evil, I gritted my teeth and let Wu Youning ride my ghostly penis. Besides, it was just her spirit, not her real body, so it didn't count as breaking her virginity. I was afraid that if I held back any longer, even the mare would have to take over. Besides, Wu Youning's B-cup youthful body was full of youthful vitality and cuteness. Compared to her usual annoying appearance, I quickly climaxed inside Wu Youning, who was frowning and enduring the first time her vagina was penetrated by a male penis. "Get back!" Having only ejaculated a little inside the female student, and feeling somewhat unsatisfied, Zhang Xiaoci told Wu Youning to leave his penis. Then, the five righteous beams of light that had gathered around the five major cities of Taiwan poured into my penis, spraying it into the air above the battlefield with a burst of semen. It then tracked down the evil aura, instantly neutralizing the evil energy of all the zombies and knocking the Winter Melon King off the hillside. The subsequent scene was just like in the dream. Brother Xiang Yu, me, and the Holy Tomb Knight rushed over. "The Winter Melon King died from the Tai'a Sword of the girl on the flesh bed." I was about to share the terrifying dream with Xiao Ci when she simply covered my mouth with her fingers: "Don't remember those painful memories anymore. Be brave and change. Just go vote on January 16th."
That's true. Spiritual matters are solved with spiritual power, and real-life matters are solved with real-life methods. Besides, the Holy Tomb Knight is willing to run for vice president, so he'll definitely be busy and overwhelmed. We're just going out to vote, what's so difficult about that! Hehe, the Holy Tomb Knight's partner is basically a real-life version of the Kirishima ship girl. We'll definitely have to deal with that shameless, first ship in history to defect to the Communists, the Huang An ship, together. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil! However, the Huang'an warship is a product unique to this era. Back then, there was a nobody with the same name as the warship who achieved nothing but plagiarized a piece from the Japanese artist "S.E.N.S."'s "Maritime Silk Road" song, combined with Li Bai's poem, and rewrote it into lyrics. Surprisingly, it became the ending theme song for the TV series "Justice Bao," making him a big star. However, lacking any real talent, he only became famous for that one thousand and one songs. After that, he could only survive through some low-class means, such as reporting pro-Taiwan independence activists and bullying little girls waving the national flag. As a result, he was possessed by the shameless evil spirits on the Huang'an warship, and his own sister was even tricked into becoming a nun at the Zhongtai Zen Temple under the monk Wei Jue. It can only be said that justice prevails. The later situation was the same as before, except that in this world, Mo Yun did not die. In order to continue to protect every blade of grass and tree in Taiwan, she was willing to stay by my side to assist me and the three sisters. However, this time I suggested that she no longer exist in the form of a Venus flytrap, as it didn't suit her image at all.

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