The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Then, unhurriedly, he leaped from the roof beam, which was several meters high.

Its shape resembled that of a large bird, silently landing in the house behind it.

"I...I'm fine."

Fang Yanqing's voice trembled slightly, a hoarse sound she herself was unaware of. She instinctively tried to pull her hand away from Li Qingluo's; the warmth of that hand made her heart race.

"I...I just...remembered something urgent, so I came to say goodbye..."

Her reasons were so weak and feeble.

"Goodbye?"

Li Qingluo chuckled softly, her laughter filled with an undeniable air of authority.

Instead of letting go, she gripped even tighter, her soft little hands now acting like iron clamps.

"Yanqing, you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Without a word, Li Qingluo practically dragged and pulled the beautiful, staggering, and disoriented Taoist nun towards the small building where the erotic scene had just unfolded.

"I...Qingluo, you..."

The threshold of the small building is like a boundary marker between hell and the human world.

The moment Fang Yanqing stepped inside, her mind, clouded by shame and indignation, was instantly jolted awake by a rich, warm fragrance.

It wasn't the strange smell she had imagined, the smell that comes after sexual intercourse.

On the contrary, the fragrance was so delicate and so...familiar.

It's the aroma of fine Biluochun tea, brewed with boiling water, that intoxicating fragrance, mixed with freshly steamed crystal shrimp dumplings, crab roe shumai, and layered oil cakes... that delicate and tranquil morning tea aroma that belongs to the water towns of Jiangnan.

However, at this very moment, this fragrance, which represents tranquility and everyday life, felt like an invisible hand, slapping her hard across the face.

It was like a mirror, reflecting the "filth" and "unbearable" state of her mind at that moment.

Without saying a word, Li Qingluo pulled her to the octagonal table in the center of the hall, which was covered with an exquisite tablecloth.

On the table, a complete set of steaming hot morning tea is laid out.

"Yanqing, look at you, you look so pale."

Li Qingluo released her hand, walked around to the opposite side of Fang Yanqing, and personally poured her a steaming cup of Biluochun tea. Her watery peach blossom eyes smiled as she looked Fang Yanqing's stiff, stone-like body up and down.

"I haven't had breakfast yet, so sit down and eat while it's hot."

But Fang Yanqing didn't dare to sit down.

Her legs were taut like two iron rods.

As soon as you sit down, the sticky underwear soaked in bodily fluids will be pressed down firmly by the weight of your buttocks, and the wet, maddening sensation will become even clearer and more... inescapable.

"What's wrong, Yanqing?"

Li Qingluo picked up her teacup, gently blew on it, and then asked casually, "Is it because... these things don't suit your taste?"

Her voice was soft, yet it was like a needle, piercing Fang Yanqing's heart deeply.

Fang Yanqing's delicate body trembled violently.

Only then, belatedly, did she detect beneath the guise of the tea fragrance a faint, yet incredibly domineering, masked scent of... a man's sweat, full of masculine energy, and... the unique, pungent smell of lovemaking, a mixture of bodily fluids and desire.

This aura was continuously emanating from behind the beaded curtain leading to the inner room.

So that's where it was...

Just as Fang Yanqing's Dao heart was being completely turned into a mess by the domineering masculine aura emanating from behind the beaded curtain.

"Wow!"

A crisp, tinkling sound, like pearls colliding, rang out.

The beaded curtain that separated the inner room from the hall was suddenly lifted from the inside.

A figure slowly walked out.

It was none other than Wang Meng.

At this moment, he had changed into a clean and neat black outfit. The tight-fitting fabric perfectly outlined his powerful and muscular body, which had been tempered by innate purple energy and was full of explosive power.

Every muscle seemed to contain the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

After a short week of recovery and transformation, all his fatigue and injuries had disappeared. He was full of energy, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light, radiating a masculine aura that seemed to tangibly materialize from his very bones.

He is more than ten times stronger than when he was weak before.

He saw Fang Yanqing standing by the table, and then a hearty, even somewhat naive, smile appeared on his face.

He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture towards the beautiful Taoist nun from afar.

"Good morning, nun!"

Fang Yanqing felt a sudden dryness in her throat and, without realizing it, swallowed hard.

The action was so obvious that Li Qingluo, who was standing to the side, could clearly hear the "glug" sound.

In the end, under Li Qingluo's gaze, which was half inviting and half coercing, Fang Yanqing sat down stiffly like a puppet.

The three of them sat around an octagonal table and began to eat breakfast.

The scene was extremely bizarre.

Wang Meng acted as if nothing was wrong, eating heartily. His powerful body seemed like a bottomless pit, and the breakfast on the table was visibly decreasing.

He ate with great relish and focus, but his frighteningly bright eyes would occasionally lift from the food in front of him, a playful smile on them, and sweep over the two women opposite him.

Fang Yanqing, on the other hand, was a completely different story.

She lowered her head, staring intently at the blue-and-white porcelain bowl filled with white porridge in front of her, as if trying to see a hole in the smooth bottom of the bowl.

Li Qingluo smiled inwardly as she looked at Fang Yanqing's absent-minded and disoriented appearance.

She didn't have any particular fetish; it's just that she understood better than anyone that Wang Meng was simply not a vast ocean that her small stream could contain.

Rather than passively watching him be taken away by other women in the future, it's better to take the initiative now.

With this thought in mind, Li Qingluo's smile grew even sweeter.

She started chatting idly, talking about interesting things between Mantuo Villa and the distant Mount Emei. Her voice was light and her tone innocent, as if she was really just looking for topics to talk about and warm up the awkward atmosphere.

But her actions under the table were completely different from her casual conversation.

Her foot, clad in an exquisitely embroidered shoe, silently peeked out from under her skirt.

First, the tip of her shoe gently touched Fang Yanqing's ankle.

Fang Yanqing's body suddenly stiffened!

I felt like I'd been pricked by a needle, and I almost jumped off the chair.

Her downcast, terrified gaze instantly shot towards Li Qingluo opposite her. Li Qingluo, however, seemed oblivious to everything, continuing to cheerfully recount the embarrassing stories of the martial arts figures she knew, but her foot was no longer probing.

Her shoes had fallen off at some point, and her foot, wrapped in a white sock, was now resting directly on Fang Yanqing's instep, which was clad in cloth shoes.

Then, start using your toes, moving back and forth, neither too lightly nor too heavily.

Even through two layers of fabric, the soft, warm touch was so clear, so...

Fang Yanqing felt a jolt of electricity run through her body from the back of her feet.

This is not over yet.

Just as Fang Yanqing was losing her composure due to the foot, Li Qingluo's other leg also moved.

She boldly stretched her long legs directly towards Wang Meng.

Slowly, her leg pressed against Wang Meng's muscular calf, and then, like a beautiful snake, she coiled around it, using the bend of her leg to clamp his calf, which was full of explosive power, and rubbed it up and down provocatively.

The entire table wobbled slightly.

Wang Meng paused for a second while eating.

He lowered his head and looked under the table, then raised his head again, his gaze falling on Li Qingluo's face, which was slightly flushed with excitement and stimulation. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

Instead of stopping him, he tightened his leg slightly, making her wrap herself around him even tighter.

Fang Yanqing took in all of this out of the corner of her eye.

She watched as Li Qingluo's legs became entwined around that man.

She felt how her foot was being wantonly played with by Li Qingluo's other foot.

She listened as Li Qingluo continued to recount those elegant and interesting anecdotes.

Her mind was completely a boiling pot of porridge.

On Fang Yanqing's instep, the toes that belonged to Li Qingluo became bolder and more agile after a few movements.

Its toes, like a few nimble fingers, deftly hooked onto the heel of Fang Yanqing's simple, slightly faded cloth shoe.

Then, gently pull down.

"Clap!"

With a barely audible thud, the cloth shoe slipped off Fang Yanqing's foot and fell onto the cold ground.

In an instant, Fang Yanqing's fair and jade-like foot, which had never been seen by outsiders before, was exposed nakedly in the dim space under the table, a space filled with the flow of desire.

Her feet were beautiful, with rounded toes and neatly trimmed nails that shone with a healthy pink hue. But at this moment, these beautiful feet were uncontrollably curling slightly and trembling violently due to extreme shame and terror.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qingluo's equally bare foot pressed against Fang Yanqing's, wrapping her sole around Fang Yanqing's icy instep.

Then, Li Qingluo's foot, like a gentle yet powerful hand, began to guide Fang Yanqing's foot slowly towards the source of that boundless heat and domineering aura—Wang Meng's leg.

Fang Yanqing's mind was completely incapable of thinking.

All she could do was watch helplessly as she "felt" her feet being controlled by another woman to touch a man.

Finally, the trembling, soft soles of her feet, which were even slightly slippery from the cold sweat caused by tension, gently pressed against Wang Meng's muscular calves covered with tough fabric.

"hiss!"

Fang Yanqing gasped sharply, her eyes, which had been fixed on the table, widening to their limit. "Mei, what about Mei? Lin Kong, are you Lin Zai Zai...?"

That wasn't cold fabric.

Through that thin layer of tight-fitting clothing, she could clearly feel how hard and hot the muscle was beneath the fabric!