【Cultivation】(3)

My huge cock rammed in and out, and after finding Fan Bing'er's G-spot, the head of my cock launched

a heavy attack on that spot. Bing'er's vagina secreted a large amount of vaginal fluid (vaginal fluid). That hot,

sticky vaginal fluid should have flowed out, but my huge cock blocked the opening, making it

impossible for it to flow out.
Only when I withdrew my cock did that large amount of vaginal fluid follow closely behind the retreating head of my cock.
Because the head of my cock wasn't completely withdrawn, the surging vaginal fluid, just before flowing to the vulva, was forcefully pushed back in

by my How could Bing'er, a novice in this kind of stimulation, withstand such stimulation

?
Bing'er cried out louder and louder. This thrusting session lasted for over seven hundred times. Amidst her moans, Bing'er repeatedly released

vaginal fluid, so exhausted that she no longer had the strength to even contract her vaginal muscles.
I didn't want to torment her too much. If there's a future, if she stays with me, I'll cherish

her.
Because I deflowered her, as a man, I should take responsibility. I can't be

the kind of heartless man who discards his penis without a second thought.
My dantian glowed green again, and my glans opened, draining the vaginal fluid, instantly converting it into

pure energy, which I stored in my dantian.
I wouldn't do anything that harms others for my own benefit. I immediately channeled some pure yang energy

into , then into my seminal vesicles, and through the power of my muscles during orgasm, injected it into Fan Bing'er's uterus along with her semen.
I guided Fan Bing'er to gradually digest and absorb that pure yang energy before I confidently withdrew my penis.

My large cock, now seen again, still pointed angrily at the sky.
The three beauties, at different times, made me feel like I was dying of pleasure,

then went to the bathroom at different times, and changed their clothes at different times.
After everything calmed down, the three beauties sat back down beside me.
After our physical union, the relationship between the beauties and me deepened. As for their true mission,

I figured we'd find out sooner or later; there was no rush.
The three beauties nestled beside me, each with a shy expression. Their

natural warmth deeply moved me.
A flash of inspiration struck me, entering my heart and strengthening my foundation. I

realized that love also possesses energy.
The plane soared through the azure sky, and the beautiful flight attendants brought us lunch: French steak,

champagne , sandwiches, and caviar. We devoured the delicious food.
Being young, we still needed proper nutrition. I ate very little, because long ago, when I achieved the Great Perfection of my Golden Core

, I had already reached the state of "abstaining from grains."
Food was no longer important to me; my body constantly absorbed the surrounding natural energy, nourishing

its needs.
After Wang Ziyan finished her elegant lunch, she said affectionately to me, "Darling, you should tell our sister

how to address you." "We can't all give you sons and still call you 'boss,' can we?" she said with a soft laugh.
Yang Xinmi and Fan Bing'er chimed in, "That's right! We sisters have all been with you. We're yours in life and in death.

We've given you our bodies, and now you won't even tell us our names! We've never seen such a stingy

person!"
The three women chattered on and on, then giggled like smug hens after laying an egg

.
Yes, based on my intuition and my knowledge of their secrets, I didn't detect a trace of malice in them.
On the contrary, a wave of warmth and affection enveloped my consciousness. I knew they

truly loved me.
I thought apologetically, "My three beauties, this is my first time leaving the mountain to cultivate in the mortal world. There are many things I

don't understand. Please forgive me." I then stole a glance at them.
Seeing that they were listening attentively, I continued, "My surname is Long, and I am a descendant of the virtuous and benevolent Long.

I have been learning martial arts at the Longevity Sect since childhood. My master bestowed upon me the Dharma name Xiuyuan, so you can call me Xiuyuan."

The three beauties stood there motionless for a long time, as if frozen to death.
I joked, "Hey, hey, hey! Don't scare me, okay? I'm scared." The three beauties

exhaled in unison, and then simultaneously exclaimed in surprise, "My God, it's

a master from the Longevity Sect!
We sisters have chosen the right person and the right husband!" The three beauties looked on with envy and jealousy,

displaying a lovesick expression.
At this moment, Yang Xinmi sighed, "No wonder the semen you shot into my vagina just now, after being

absorbed , instantly turned my late Foundation Establishment stage into an early Alchemy stage!" The other two beauties chimed in:

"Yes, we're just like Mimi, thanking our husband Xiuyuan for his generous help. We'll definitely give

him many sons in the future to repay him. "
Seeing my three beautiful wives so happy, I was also very happy. A sudden inspiration struck me; I realized that human relationships are based on joy and

happiness. I felt that the golden elixir in my dantian was only a thin sheet of paper away from becoming a Nascent Soul. It was about to burst

open .
The plane flew steadily over the Pacific Ocean, with the boundless, azure sea beneath its wings—a truly beautiful sight.
My three beautiful wives (I'll call them that for now, and officially name them after our master and elders agree)

told me, one after another, that they and President Chen Lei were actually external forces and influences of the "Longevity Sect," mainly

responsible for the management and daily operations of the "Longevity Sect's" economic and industrial group.
They were all carefully selected individuals with excellent physical attributes, capable of practicing the "Longevity Sect's" simple techniques

to strengthen their bodies and slow down aging.
For women, it has the effects of nourishing the skin and blood, regulating menstrual irregularities, treating dysmenorrhea, and beautifying the complexion,

bringing them immense benefits.
They yearn for the day when their skills greatly improve, allowing them to learn more advanced techniques from the [Longevity Sect]

, thus achieving a long life, even immortality.
When they received the [Pure Yang Qi] I gave them, and learned that I came from within the [Longevity Sect]

, they were both surprised and delighted.
Suddenly, my seventh sense told me that danger (in their consciousness) was approaching.
With a thought, the [Battle Heaven] Divine Sword, the [Red Feather] Divine Sword, and the [Ice Age] Divine Creation appeared simultaneously,

hovering above our heads and emitting a dazzling light.
A large black cloud rose from the sea, and a ruthless figure in black mage robes stood atop a bone dragon,

flying towards us…
and a large ball of black flame shot from her magic staff, hurtling towards the plane—the situation was extremely

dangerous .
[Damn it, what did I do to you? Are you trying to burn me and my beautiful wife to death with a fireball?] Let's see what you've

got to do with this.
If I lose, I'll just accept my fate and bring a bunch of people to beat you to a pulp. Victory?…

Hehe …
Without time to think, in a flash, I pointed my finger at the ball of black flame and shouted: [Swift! Slash!]

The divine sword vanished, and the next moment, the ball of black flame was violently smashed apart by the sword sphere formed from the divine sword. The

shattered black flame was completely absorbed by the sword sphere.
The sword sphere rushed towards the black-robed mage at an extremely fast speed. The guy saw that things were going badly and turned to run... but

it was too late.
Tragedy struck. The sword sphere slammed into the tail of the bone dragon, and the bone dragon disappeared instantly,

as did that black-robed idiot mage. [Damn it, I didn't even get a good look at what he looked like before I was killed.] I

thought angrily.
[Who's trying to harm me? They even found a dark magic mage. It seems that guy's level isn't low

either, he even has a bone dragon mount. If those guys hadn't eaten it, it would have been pretty cool to play with it, right?

] [Master, we're back.] [Battle Heaven] told me silently in my dantian.

This works too??? I've seen amazing things, but I've never seen anything this amazing. Having so many treasures is really great! I don't even have to

lift a finger. As for group fights... I'm not afraid of that.
[Master, I brought you a gift. Consider it my filial piety, or even a bribe, as long as

you like it.] [Tsk tsk tsk, this guy is so good at talking. Not only is he violent, but his flattery is also top-notch

. I'm a little exasperated.] [Then what are you waiting for? Take it out!] I'm really looking forward to it. A flash of red light, and [Red

Feather] floated quietly before my eyes. At its pointed tip was a dark, ring-like

object , gleaming with a faint, eerie light.
[What is that?] I asked. [Master, that's the treasure of the Dark City. Its function is

to store anything you want to store, including time.] [What? What? What? I've been looking at too many beautiful women lately

, and I'm getting a bit deaf! You're saying time can be preserved?

Won't ?] I asked worriedly.
[Hahahaha, Master, you're truly hilarious! Where did you

hear that from, you idiot? It'll rot over time? That's killing me!] My face flushed red. Damn, I

messed up in front of my subordinates. [It seems time really doesn't rot.]
A flash of inspiration struck me. I used my divine sense to say to the ring: [My darling, if we're destined to be together, why don't you come and acknowledge me as your master?

] Before I finished speaking, a flash of light appeared, and the dark ring automatically slipped onto the ring finger of my left hand, spinning

rapidly , adjusting its size perfectly.
I used a wisp of my divine sense to say to it: [My dear darling, I still don't know how to contact you. (I wanted to ask: What's your

phone number? But I didn't.) How can I ask for your help?] The implication was clear

: I was asking how to use you.
What powerful treasure doesn't have its own consciousness? Seeing my question…? It actually spoke fluent Mandarin

: "Master, when you need to store something, just think of my image and silently say 'store.'

You don't need to worry about anything else. Whether it's inanimate or living, I'll categorize and store it properly for you. Inanimate things won't decay, living things won't die,

and it will be stored indefinitely." "What

incredible luck! What incredible luck! How come my luck is so good? I can't help but get rich through cultivation! Hahahaha!" I laughed loudly, a rather

lewd laugh. I thought of my three beautiful wives. If… well, I'd just store them like that, hehehehe.
"Wait, wait, how big is your space? Don't tell me it's only the size of an eggshell!" "

Master , aren't you annoying me? I can hold the sky above and the earth below, but I can't hold your heart."

After saying that, it ignored me. It was tired of my annoyance. Okay, so you have a weakness too? "That's good. I'm not worried about you not knowing how to do things,

I'm worried about you having no weaknesses.
" The flight to America went smoothly. [What a terrible plane! It was as slow as a tortoise. If I were

flying , it would have taken two days by now.] I stretched and complained inwardly. After getting off the plane, a group of people were waiting to pick me up.
Leading them was an elderly man in his sixties, full of energy and clearly the shrewd type. 　　The old man shook hands with me and we exchanged tokens. He noticed three beautiful women tightly surrounding me, their relationship quite ambiguous. With his experience, he immediately saw through the charade, but he merely smiled slightly. 　　A stretched Rolls-Royce took the old man and the four of us to the company, an 80-story office building in the heart of New York City . The company name was the same as on the business card, except that a yin-yang symbol was subtly carved on the marble wall beside . 　　After the guests and hosts were seated, the old man excitedly said, "Young master, we've been waiting for you! I'm your uncle-master, surnamed Zhang, given name Jingzu. You can call me Old Man Zhang." He paused briefly and then continued, "The story goes like this . Our company's top-secret information on a new product, an anti-stealth radar, was repeatedly stolen by the enemy. There was no internal problem within the company. It was later discovered that the enemy had a person with special abilities, the chief archmage of Dark City, who was most skilled at deciphering others' brainwaves. He was instructed by the enemy to specifically sabotage our company's research results and assassinate relevant personnel. 　　I had no choice but to request assistance from headquarters. Headquarters said that sending you would definitely solve the problem. We're waiting for your private plane . At the same time, we received news that the archmage intercepted you. We were very worried about your safety, young master. Now that we see you and the ladies are safe, I'm relieved." I listened to Uncle Zhang's story with a smile throughout. I saw a questioning look in Uncle Zhang's eyes. I said calmly, "They've taken care of them." "What?" You killed him? Young master, do you know? The one you killed was the infamous, top archmage of Dark City. [You didn't come.]

Before, I wanted to get rid of him. I thought I was at least a Golden Core cultivator in the early stages, and I still had more than twenty Thunder Blasts .

The explosive energy of just one Thunder Blast could kill a Golden Core expert. [So I

carefully planned an ambush, but after the fight, I knew I couldn't kill him; he was a monster.
I released nineteen Thunder Blasts in a final desperate attempt to blow him up, but that guy used clusters of black

flames to cause the Thunder Blasts flying towards him to explode one after another.
He chased me madly on that bone dragon. If I hadn't had my sect's Shadow Step technique to hide myself, I probably wouldn't

have seen you, the dashing, handsome, and elegant young master.] My eyes rolled back, my stomach

churned, and I opened my mouth to vomit. Why are my glasses on the ground?
Unexpectedly, this kind and respected elder could flatter so smoothly, without batting an eye,

stroking his beard and smiling.
The opponent is dead, his body leaving not even ashes. If any idiot comes after me, I, Xiu Yuan, will unleash my sword and

slash! Hehehe, don't say my sword can't cut flesh.
A pile of flesh cut off means my treasures will have a free lunch.
Ever since killing the Grand Master, I've known my treasures not only kill people, but also ghosts. And not only kill, but they

also share and eat, even the ghosts themselves! I've seen perverts, but I've never seen such a perverted sword.
Hmm—to kill immortals? To kill gods? To kill demons? Whatever, anyone who opposes the [Longevity Sect], anyone who

opposes me, must be prepared to be reduced to ashes.
For a long time afterward, everything was peaceful and prosperous; no one, no ghost, came looking for trouble.
I was enjoying a carefree life, eating and drinking well, and frequently practicing dual cultivation with my three beautiful wives. My skills

had improved by leaps and bounds, far surpassing what they used to be. (I won't talk to the Japanese devils). When
things got really exciting, threesomes and foursomes were commonplace, and my three beauties (wives) thoroughly enjoyed it.
I must say, American metropolises are quite unique, with skyscrapers everywhere (of course

, there's an even taller one, the World Trade Center. Everyone on Earth

knows (except for idiots)).
The crisscrossing highways, the endless stream of cars and other vehicles, the numerous companies, and the

bustling city streets all contribute to the current urban prosperity. One day,
bored out of my mind, after having sex with my three beautiful wives, I decided to assign them

seats to avoid any sense of hierarchy and potential future problems.
Who knows, maybe one day I'll kick the bucket and die. They'd go to any lengths to get my

darlings , right?
Hehehe, I'm incredibly clever. As the old saying goes, "Without rules, there can be no order."

I've decided to announce to my followers: [Based on the ages of my wives, I, Xiu Yuan, hereby appoint them

as follows : First wife is Wang Ziyan. Please cheer!
Second wife is Fan Bing'er. Please continue cheering!
Third wife is Yang Xinmi, the one with the most plump body. That's all. (Please give me lots of likes! Your

support is my motivation.)
We only had one fight after entering the mortal world, and I didn't even do it myself. With so many darlings in my belly, if I don't

practice with them, my skills might go to waste. Who should I ask? ...
Wow, I remember now, isn't there a guy with a black belt? Why not have him spar with me?
If he wins, I, I, I'll stab him with my sword; if I win, I, I, I'll kick him

twice. That's fair, right?
I'm so excited and looking forward to it! Sorry, I stutter and blush when I get excited. Once I've
made up my mind, I have to do it; that's what makes a man. Fighting or bullying needs a reason, and

it's best to have the support of my fellow Daoists (online friends).
That way, when the fight starts, I'll fight with righteous indignation, without hesitation, with boundless audacity. I'll fight with

abandon, and... well, you know.
Before the battle, checking your equipment is very important. Don't get to the battlefield and find you've forgotten your bullets—that

would be a disaster. Luckily, my equipment is in my stomach, ready to be used at any time.
I learned from internal intelligence that that black belt guy is swindling money from people at an underground casino. I'm taking

my three beautiful wives and heading straight to that Japanese-run casino.
Before leaving, I made them change into sexy, revealing clothes. When they stood before me,

all dressed up, my nose started bleeding profusely, more than a pound in a short time. My wives were terrified and cried out in unison, "

Honey , are you alright? Don't die! If you die, we'll have to remarry. Where will we find

a husband as capable and 'capable' as you?"
"Alright, alright, I won't die. Even if I do, it'll be because of you vixens," I said, pretending to be angry. "

Hmph
, you made them wear such revealing clothes, and you were the one who kept staring at them with lust.

You're blaming them for a little blood? That's unreasonable." The three beauties, barely clothed, muttered softly,

looking aggrieved.
The extended version of the car, which I called "Old Man Dies, Then Dies," became my ride. It had a chauffeur; a smaller car would

n't fit all my wives. The car slowly stopped in front of the luxurious underground casino.
A waiter quickly came over and helped block the top of the car door with his hand, while a hostess in a practical kimono

bowed and invited us into the casino.
Inside, besides the luxurious decor, the casino was fully equipped with all kinds of gambling equipment. The waiter promptly brought us complimentary

fine wines to sample – the service was very attentive.
I took my three beautiful wives for a stroll around the casino, when suddenly I heard a series of cracking and

popping sounds.
Looking down, I saw a floor covered in eyeballs, all facing the same direction – my beautiful wives!

It seemed to have worked well.
The sound of those eyeballs being crushed by some unlucky fellow,

perhaps by a blind person, was now impossible to put back in. Serves them right.
"Sir, what kind of game would you like to play?" I asked, offering to show you the way. The person spoke

in broken Chinese.
I pointed to a large roundabout; there were quite a few people there, and it seemed like a few pretty girls were playing on it. Of course, there were also...

A large group of men and beautiful women always attract a good crowd.
I bought 500,000 chips to try it out, ignoring everything else, and had my three beautiful wives

randomly calm demeanor; he looked like someone with a story.
The fat man said a few words first, and seeing no one object, he let the betting operator start the game. The roulette wheel

spun until it stopped, resulting in wins and losses.
After several rounds, I saw that the dealer was winning more than losing, and his daily income was indeed extremely high. What about a month

? A year?
[You damn devil, you're trying to rob me in China, aren't you just asking for death?] I

gritted my teeth in hatred.
And the Chinese people who came to gamble? Most of them were rich. Among them were corrupt officials, corrupt elements, rich

second-generation heirs, tycoons, and successful people. The young women were mostly accompanying their men.
[I felt sad, sad for those Chinese who squandered money like water.] "You're rich now, but did you get your money

honestly? Did you get it with a clear conscience?" [The Japanese are robbing you, and you don't even know? You

think it's luck? Wake up! Stop being so stupid.] That fat guy, you think he was warmly greeting

you? You're idiot! If the casino wasn't rigged, he'd have lost everything long ago.
That fat guy is controlling the roulette wheel with his mind, completely unnoticed. He can win or lose as he pleases, and a bunch of

victims are emptying their pockets, it hurts me to see them.
What am I here for? I brought some beauties to cause trouble. Just then, I heard a loud slap. I turned around and

saw a Japanese soldier leering at my three "wives," his hands and feet moving restlessly. That sound was Yan'er slapping him across the

face .
Enraged by the laughter and jeers of the surrounding gamblers, the Japanese soldier yelled, "Bastard, you bitch, you're dead!

" He raised his filthy, pig-like hand and punched my wife, Yan'er, in the face...
After all, Yan'er was a Foundation Establishment cultivator in the Alchemy stage; it seemed she could easily handle that Japanese soldier

.
But unexpectedly, this despicable scoundrel had a poison-soaked sleeve dart hidden in his sleeve, which he

launched with his punch.
Yan'er couldn't dodge in time; she couldn't just watch her wife be

killed right before her eyes. A thought flashed, and a few flashes of white light appeared.
Yan'er was unharmed. About half a minute later, a bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the casino:

"Ah—ah—..."
The Japanese soldier's hand vanished, and so did the sleeve dart aimed at Yan'er. Zhan Tian had met the dart head-on

and completely shredded it.
The Japanese soldier drew his pistol with his other hand and fired several shots at Yan'er. The gunfire caused many people to drop their chips and

hide under the table, and the crowd erupted in chaos. "
The bullets are fast, but can they outrun my divine weapon, [Battle Heaven]?" The old trick: a flash of white light, and the bullet turned to

copper dust , along with a piece of dog meat chopped into mincemeat.
This time, the Japanese soldier was completely finished. The wounds on his two severed hands were very clean, and dog blood gushed out…
Several more burly men arrived, but they weren't after us. They grabbed the Japanese soldier and left, presumably to treat his wounds

.
The fat man glanced at us, a fleeting glint of malice in his eyes. He pretended nothing was wrong and

loudly said, "It's alright, it's alright, everyone keep playing. "
He said to me with snake-like eyes, "Sir, you only have one chip left. Do you want me to get it for you

?" I asked expressionlessly, "Does that mean customers with only one chip can't bet?"

The fat man said, "You can play, but you can only bet on the smallest one." I ignored the fat man.
The roulette wheel spun round and round. Did I have any hope of winning? Many people cast curious and pitying glances at me,

the meaning of which was crystal clear: "Kid, you're dead meat." The wheel finally stopped, but

the pointer wasn't in the position the fat man wanted. So who did? Of course, it was me, Xiu Yuan. Coincidentally,

the pointer landed precisely where my chips were. I won.
Win, win, win… I kept winning, the chips on the table were falling to the ground. And that wasn't all;

everyone gambling with me was betting with me and winning money with me.
Sweat beaded on the fat man's greasy forehead. During this process, I clearly felt that the fat man

was trying to control the roulette wheel with his mental power, but compared to me, his mental power was far too weak.
The fat man withdrew his mental power, and I didn't have the mental power to hurt him either. Killing him would

be easier .
The fat guy's gone, off to get reinforcements. Great, welcome! I love gang fights, the sound of blows and bangs

makes it hard to remember who hit whom.
[Who's the audacious one, daring to shit on my head?] A loud voice rang out.
Looking towards the sound, I saw the fat guy standing opposite me with a tall, burly fellow. Around him were twelve

men in black. Under the bright casino lights, they were dressed in tight-fitting clothes, their heads covered by hats, only

their shifty eyes showing.
Each of them gripped a knife handle, surrounding me, clearly intending to chop me into mincemeat

. Damn it, I'm terrified!
That big guy had a black belt around his waist, like a hanging belt. Could he be [the legendary

ninth-degree black belt?] Who the hell are you? If I don't beat you so badly your own mother won't recognize you, what was the point of my

trip?
[You eight bastards, are you here to cause trouble?] "Those who know what's good for them will leave their chips behind and get out of here." This damned

rat-eyed man had already spotted the three beautiful women. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of crooked, uneven

, yellowish-brown teeth, and lewdly shouted, "Hey, hey, pretty girls

, big and beautiful! Pretty girls, stay here, you better get out of here, or you'll die, you'll die!" I walked over, raising

my power to level 8, my muscles bulging with explosive force, and continued forward quickly.
At this moment, I heard Fatty say, "Turtle Head Squad Leader, this guy is very powerful, how about..." He stretched out his hand and made

a beheading gesture. The guy called "Turtle Head Squad Leader" waved his hand, and the sound of a knife being drawn from its sheath

rang out... I struck out with my palm, heading straight for "Turtle Head" Squad Leader's face, while "Turtle Head's" long knife also

thrust forward. The three beautiful women (wives) stood back to back, ready for battle.
I was terrified of hurting my three "wives." Then a brilliant idea struck me: why not try my spatial ring?
I silently said "Save!" and simultaneously waved the ring on my left hand at them. A miracle happened; the three beautiful "

wives" vanished instantly.
I heard them cry out: "Husband, where have you taken us

?" "This place is so beautiful! There are mountains and water!" "What kind of flowers are those? They're so pretty!" "

Oh, the air here is so fresh! Shanghai's air is so awful!" "Yes, I love it here too. Is this

a paradise? It's so beautiful! I don't want to go anywhere else!" "My darlings, can we calm down for a moment? Do you

know? Your husband is still holding a sword between his fingers. If you argue, I'll be distracted,

and it might not be the Japanese soldier who dies!" Indeed, when that sharp longsword stabbed towards me, I had already calculated its

speed, angle, and force.
I used the unique footwork from our sect's secret manual, the [Lingbo Weibu], which I had long been familiar with. My body moved a few steps amidst

thousands sword shadows, and I reached out and grabbed the back of the blade that [Turtle Head] was thrusting at me from.
The twelve [Hidden Turtle] attacked me from twelve directions, their blades flashing. I had already planned this, thinking:

[Ice Age], kill them all!
But I didn't see any flashing swords, the sound of weapons clashing, or any dramatic scene of blood splattering. [

Ice Age], this treasure, has its own unique terror.
The [Hidden Turtle] deserved their bad luck; [Ice Age] stabbed wildly at the twelve turtle bastards with incredible speed

, *splatter, splatter, splatter, splatter...*
My goodness, no technique whatsoever, no fancy moves at all! It gave me goosebumps.
[Damn, even divine weapons use street brawls?] This is just too outrageous! Regardless of

how good the moves are, the process isn't important; what matters is the result, right?
Look at those twelve bastards, their clothes

are Tsk tsk, the sword strikes were too brutal; it's all my fault for not supervising them properly.
Speaking of which, I used my fingers to clamp down on the [Turtle Head] captain's longsword, immobilizing him, and

with a flick of my left hand, [Red Feather], I slashed down on the [Turtle Head] captain's wrist…
No blood, still no blood. Are these Japanese devils all bloodless beasts? In the very

short time , the result came out, and the effect was earth-shattering, tear-jerking.
In the blink of an eye, after being stabbed wildly by [Ice Age], the twelve [Lewd Divine Turtles]

not only had their black bandit outfits destroyed, but their turtle bodies were also riddled with holes that seemed to go right through them.
Next, wisps of

smoke, like dry ice smoke on a stage, emerged from the sword holes on the twelve turtle corpses.
But this wasn't artificial dry ice; it was real, extremely cold energy rapidly

released from the corpses into the warm air.
It was similar to the cold air blown out by an air conditioner on its lowest setting on a hot day.
The twelve dead turtles simultaneously spewing dry ice smoke created a bit of a theatrical effect. If you added

computer- controlled laser beams and background music, it would be absolutely amazing.
A panicked Pekingese crashed headfirst into a turtle corpse with a loud crash,

shattering it into pieces, much like the windshield of a Mercedes-Benz smashed by a brick.
A long time passed without any sign of thawing. Before it thawed, I quickly swept it up to avoid soiling the gleaming

floor.
Hmm—when I'm living a proper life with my three beauties, I can use Ice Age to freeze chicken, duck, fish

, and meat, saving the cost of a refrigerator.
Hahaha, now that Ice Age knows I have this plan, what will they think?
Let's talk about Captain [Turtle Head]. When [Red Feather] slashed his wrist, although it didn't cut it off immediately,

a red flame burrowed into his blood vessels.
The flame burned inch by inch along his veins, and the blood and blood vessels instantly turned to ashes.
The pain was immense, but the method was harmonious; [Red Feather] practically burned Captain [Turtle Head] alive.
Where did the urine come from? Turning back, I saw that fat guy from the beginning, standing there, trembling,

with a pungent stench of dog urine emanating from his crotch and trouser legs. He was so scared he wet his pants.
The chips won on the table totaled 280 million RMB. This is my pocket money, not much.

Compared to those shameless greedy people, I'm embarrassed.
If I get the chance, I'll take a trip to their island nation and earn some extra money. Having too many wives means spending money everywhere—

buying houses, cars, diamond rings, fashion, yachts—each one costs a fortune.
Oh dear, my three Wu wives are still trapped in the Time-Space Ring. They'll be angry if they're locked up for too long, won't they?

Enemies have killed some, burned some, and frozen some to death; surely things will calm down by now?
Time to head home. With so much money in my gold card, it wouldn't be good if a thief targeted me. Who knows, one day,

several families might be robbed. My friend says to me, "Ah—just, just robbing me!" Should I tell him the password?
Back at headquarters, my senior uncle says, "Young master, I haven't properly entertained you since you arrived. The company is closed today

, so we'll give you a proper welcome and a chance to wash away the dust." "Also, the company has assigned you a dedicated clerical staff member

to facilitate your work; don't refuse my old face." He finishes with a meaningful smile.
"I'd be honored to accept your offer, but I'm sorry to have troubled you with the expense, Uncle." I said politely. "Not at all, it's

nothing ." Across from the company was a high-end hotel. Judging from the decor, it was quite luxurious. The staff were seated

at dozens of tables in the lobby. My Uncle led me to a private room on the second floor.
Yan'er, Xin'er, and Bing'er were having a wonderful time in "Shangri-La," completely oblivious to the world

around eating honey and drinking floral water every day.
It was said to whiten and nourish the skin, with amazing results. There was no need to go abroad and waste money.

They were serving cucumber salad and face-lifting dishes. After we sat down, several very pretty waitresses began to serve us dishes.

It was a feast of delicacies, and we were drinking 200-year-old Guizhou Maotai liquor. The liquor was sweet and mellow, and

the aroma filled the room.
"Just one old man and one young girl eating such a big meal?" Just as I was wondering, my uncle clapped his hands a few times, and the door

opened, in which two beauties walked in. My eyes widened immediately.
"Who do you think they are?" I asked. "They're the two flight attendants I saw on the plane when I came here. I even peeked at

their squinty eyes. Today, they're wearing flight attendant uniforms, and they look exactly the same as when I saw them.
" My uncle is a shrewd old man; how could he possibly hide my little thoughts from him? He smiled and pointed, "What? Does the young

master know you two personally? I don't want to be a third wheel." He then laughed heartily.
I said, "We've only met twice this time, how could we have any personal relationship? Uncle, you're really joking.

" My uncle said, "Let me introduce you." He pointed to me and said, "This is our good friend from the 'Longevity Sect,'

the grandson of the great philanthropist Long. You can call him Young Master Long!" He then pointed to a tall

flight attendant This is Xiao Chen, her name is Chen Zihan. You can call her Xiao Chen.
This girl's surname is Mei, and her given name is Ting. You can call her Xiao Mei." From now on, they'll mainly be responsible for your

food, clothing , and shelter. If you have any other requests, you can just tell them. [Okay, I've finished.]
"If you keep talking, I'll get so hungry!" [I protested.] Deliberately trying to ease the tension, the two beauties chuckled

softly . Although I no longer rely on food for survival, I don't refuse worldly delicacies. It's like

a dual-fuel car that runs on both gasoline and gas—either kind of energy can provide power.
After having a few drinks with us, my uncle tactfully took his leave, leaving only the three of us in the luxurious private room. With such

beauty before me, it's like having a lively fish next to me. What do you think the cat is thinking? ...
I know what the cat is thinking, but I can't quite grasp what the fish is thinking. What should I do?
Just as I was pondering this and couldn't make up my mind, a green light flashed in my mind, and a

voice rang out: [Master, I know what you want to do. I can help you. You just need to reap the benefits.]
Hmm, this reminds me that I should also make good use of the baby in my belly. Anti-corruption and anti-waste, making the most of resources,

are always encouraged.
Team spirit and collective strength are the right choice, and I should cooperate.
So I raised my glass to the two beautiful ladies, Chen Zihan and Mei Ting, saying: "It's an honor to work with you two beautiful

sisters . Please take care of me in the future. To show my respect, I'll drink first." I thought they were just taking

a sip, but who knew that the two beauties would say something so shocking: "Young master, from now on we're both yours

. It's like a charger and a socket. You're the charger, and we're the socket. You can plug in whenever you want

, guaranteed to have plenty of power.
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