bdsm-fiction Chapter 67 My Mother is a Blade of Grass?
Chapter 67 My Mother is a Blade of Grass?
Chapter 67 My Mother is a Blade of Grass?
"My body... feels so hot..."
In a daze, Tang Yuehua felt unbearably hot all over.
She seemed to have fallen into a dream.
In her dream, she released all the loneliness she had suppressed for many years.
"Could it be... because of the mistress...?"
Zhou Yu silently moved his hands behind her back, then slipped them through her waist...
"..."
Tang Yuehua finally couldn't resist and slowly opened her beautiful eyes, looking at the scene reflected in the mirror.
She vaguely saw a pair of strange hands gradually encroaching upon her.
"The mistress... the other woman..."
I wanted to speak up and stop them, but I found that my voice was so weak.
Zhou Yu not only did not stop, but became even more unscrupulous.
--Alas
Tang Yuehua was shocked and turned her head shakily, calling out weakly, "Xiao San, what... what are you doing..."
"I'm doing my best to relax your muscles and bones..."
Zhou Yu's lips curled into a cold smile as he leaned close to her ear and whispered something beside her skin, which was flushed with shyness.
Tang Yuehua felt weak all over and involuntarily fell into the other person's arms.
She pleaded for mercy, her voice trembling with tears.
However, Zhou Yu's hands never stopped moving.
"..."
Tang Yuehua was filled with shame and quickly closed her eyes.
At that moment, she finally realized the crux of the problem.
"Could it be... that dessert...?"
Unfortunately, she only realized it now, but it was already too late.
In no time, Zhou Yu had completely captivated this woman, who was as beautiful as an angel and as noble and elegant as a fairy.
……
After a long time, Tang Yuehua still retained the last shred of rationality, and a last glimmer of hope remained in her heart.
"At this stage of his life, the mistress was young and impetuous, and he was also precocious. He must have been suppressing his feelings for too long to do something like this to me..."
She believed that Tang San would regain his senses once he had vented his anger.
However, she soon realized that she had been too naive.
Zhou Yu knew she had completely lost the ability to resist, so he picked her up by the waist and carried her to the large bed in the room.
Tang Yuehua's eyes were glazed over. Her last glimmer of hope was shattered as Zhou Yu laid her flat on the bed.
The next day, early in the morning.
Tang Yuehua lay on the bed, her expression dazed and her heart filled with sorrow.
That night became the most terrifying and unforgettable night of her life.
A wave of indescribable sorrow washed over Tang Yuehua, and tears involuntarily streamed down her cheeks.
She never dreamed that beneath Tang San's gentle and refined exterior lay such an evil side, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
……
For several days in a row, Tang Yuehua locked herself in her room and refused to see anyone.
Even when Tang San came, she ordered her servants to turn him away.
Tang San knew that his father must have some important information or item to give him, so he graduated early and left Yuexuan.
Once outside Heaven Dou City, Tang San no longer suppressed his speed, unleashing his full potential and speeding away.
He had already memorized the sheepskin map that Tang Hao had given him.
You don't need to look at it anymore to easily find the right direction.
In the deep valley, only the waterfall rushes down, its roar echoing endlessly.
Everything else was immersed in a deep tranquility, so quiet that one could almost hear the footsteps of time passing by.
Tang San's eyes darted around, searching for his father's figure.
"You're back."
Suddenly, a deep voice seemed to ring in my ears.
Tang San suddenly turned around and saw Tang Hao standing quietly by the pool, but only one leg was supporting his body.
His entire left leg was severed at the root, and his right arm also disappeared.
At this moment, standing there was actually a one-armed old man.
"……dad"
Despite losing an arm and a leg, Tang Hao appeared calm, and his expression was no longer as serious or stiff as before.
Instead, he looked at his son, whom he was so proud of, with a faint smile.
He raised his hand and patted Tang San's head: "It's good that you're here. I've been waiting for you."
"Who is it, Dad? Who hurt you like this..."
Tang San asked the question knowingly. If it were an enemy, how could Tang Hao, in his current state, possibly escape alive?
He forcibly activated his God of Slaughter Domain, and in an instant, the surrounding air turned icy cold.
Tang Hao's smile remained unchanged: "Silly boy, what are you doing?"
His gaze was fixed on Tang San: "No one could have injured me like this; it was myself. A year ago, after I returned here, I severed my right arm and left leg."
Why?
Tang San asked in surprise.
Tang Hao smiled calmly: "Actually, I'm already a cripple. Come with me, Dad will take you somewhere."
As Tang Hao spoke, he swung his remaining left arm, unleashing his soul power, and leaped into the air.
Despite having only one leg, its speed was still astonishing, soaring directly towards the waterfall.
The waterfall was pushed backward by the immense force of the Haotian Hammer, extending more than half a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).
Tang Hao gently pressed his remaining left hand against the rock wall behind the waterfall. The seemingly solid rock miraculously caved in, slowly revealing a hidden doorway.
Tang San had never imagined that there would be such a place behind the waterfall, but he didn't think much of it and followed them in.
"Mistress, come here and kneel down."
Tang Hao pointed to the person next to him, bent his one leg, and sat down.
Tang San stepped forward and knelt down in front of a Blue Silver Grass, just as his father had instructed.
"Ah Yin, I've brought my son to see you."
"Our son has grown up now. He has inherited your beauty and is even more outstanding than me."
"Do you see? Our son has come."
Tang Hao's expression suddenly became unusually gentle, and he gently stroked the blue silver grass leaf with its pale gold veins.
"Is my mother a blade of grass?"
Tang San was shocked and stared blankly at the Blue Silver Grass in front of him, which seemed to be swaying slightly and exuding a gentle aura.
Tang San finally realized that he actually had the bloodline of a 100,000-year-old soul beast flowing through his veins...
"Mother……"
He could no longer bear it, and he prostrated himself on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
In this atmosphere, Tang Hao and his son Tang San spent an unknown amount of time.
They only gradually regained consciousness when Tang San's soul power could no longer maintain the Blue Silver Domain and the Blue Silver Grass released from his body slowly receded.
(End of this chapter)