The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Those soft, warm toes seemed to have a mind of their own, and began to inadvertently and gently brush and touch the sensitive areas around his dantian, and even lower down, areas that should not be touched in this way.

Each stroke felt like a faint electric current, traveling from the point of contact throughout Wang Meng's entire body.

Each touch made Wang Meng stiffen, and his breathing became rapid.

It was a strange feeling; the cold internal energy was still clearing his meridians, dispelling the remaining poison, and bringing a cool and refreshing sensation.

However, the physical touch of her jade-like feet ignited the most primal fire within him. The interplay of ice and fire, the coexistence of pleasure and torment, caused Wang Meng's will to struggle agonizingly on the edge of desire.

Wang Meng could even imagine her expression at that moment. Perhaps there was a hint of knowing mockery in her deep blue eyes, like a goddess looking down on the mortals who were gradually losing control in her hands.

"Dragon King... Your subordinate... Your subordinate..."

Wang Meng's voice was dry and hoarse. He wanted to say something to break the suffocating ambiguity, but found that he couldn't even form a complete sentence.

He could feel his body trembling slightly uncontrollably, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Dai Qisi did not respond, but the movement of her jade feet seemed to become even more... focused.

No longer aimless wandering, but with a peculiar rhythm, it began to slowly and forcefully press and knead his most sensitive core area.

Her toes moved deftly, sometimes gently kneading and twisting, sometimes penetrating deeply and shallowly. Each movement precisely struck his most vulnerable nerve, making the fire within him burn ever brighter.

Wang Meng gritted his teeth. He felt like a fish being roasted on a fire, with nowhere to escape, only able to let that soul-stirring, bone-deep feeling devour him.

Wang Meng could clearly feel that the part of his body that was difficult to talk about was becoming hot and hard under the caress and teasing of her jade feet, yearning for deeper and more thorough comfort.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Only the two of them breathed heavily, and the faint sound of skin rubbing together remained in the room.

Dai Qisi's movements remained unhurried, exuding a calm and composed air of complete control.

Her jade-like feet, like the most skillful musicians, played a mesmerizing melody on his body.

The icy internal energy intertwined with the burning desire, creating an indescribable and extreme experience that caused Wang Meng to gradually lose himself in the fusion of ice and fire.

The strange "healing" continued.

Wang Meng felt like a small boat adrift in the turbulent tide of desire stirred up by Dai Qisi, sometimes being tossed to the crest of a wave, experiencing the ultimate excitement, and sometimes falling to the bottom, feeling the weakness of his body being hollowed out.

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto the last shred of clarity, but the increasingly intense stimulation from her jade-like feet was gradually eroding his defenses.

Dai Qisi seemed to realize that he was nearing his limit.

A barely perceptible smile flickered in her deep blue eyes—the smug satisfaction of a hunter seeing its prey about to crumble.

Her delicate foot pressed against his sensitive area, and her movements, which had been gentle and teasing before, became increasingly direct and bold.

Every package, every loosening of the clip, carries an irresistible force.

Wang Meng could feel the flames within him burning to their peak; the long-accumulated desire surged and roared deep within his body like a volcano about to erupt.

He knew that he could not hold on any longer.

Just then, Dai Qisi's actions suddenly changed!

Her other jade foot, which had been steadily transmitting internal energy to his lower abdomen, suddenly increased its force!

A surge of "Azure Dragon Swimming Technique" internal energy, far more domineering and icy than before, burst forth from the soles of her feet like a flood breaking through a dam, surging fiercely into Wang Meng's dantian!

This sudden surge of internal energy was so fierce, and so chillingly cold!

"Well--!"

Wang Meng felt an indescribable pain and icy cold explode from his dantian and rush back along his eight extraordinary meridians!

The injury to his chest, which had already shown signs of improvement, seemed to be torn open again by the impact of this domineering internal force.

"puff!"

He could no longer hold back, and suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of dark purple poisonous blood with a foul odor, which splattered onto the floor beside the bed.

That icy internal force raged through his body, as if it were freezing all the blood in his body.

He felt his consciousness being pulled away in an instant, and stars flashed before his eyes.

Under the extreme pain and the impact of internal force, his nerves, which had been stretched to the limit, finally broke down completely, like a flash flood.

A scorching torrent, accompanied by an uncontrollable low roar, burst forth uncontrollably.

Because of the violent tremors in his body, and because Dai Qisi's jade feet were tightly wrapped around him, the direction of that torrent subtly deviated.

Most of the stray hairs landed on the sheets and her delicate feet, but a few mischievous stray hairs, tracing an arc, landed precisely on Dai Qisi's flawless, beautiful face.

A few drops of warm liquid clung to her smooth, jade-like skin, creating a striking contrast with her pale golden hair and pale purple eyes.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Wang Meng was panting heavily.

His consciousness also became somewhat blurred due to blood loss and exhaustion.

He stared blankly at Daisy, at the few glaring marks on her cheeks, his mind a complete blank.

He...he actually...

Dai Qisi also seemed stunned by this sudden change.

Her deep blue eyes widened slightly, and even her long eyelashes were damp with a few drops of moisture.

She remained motionless in the posture of transferring power to Wang Meng, her expression somewhat unreadable, showing both surprise and a hint of... embarrassment and annoyance.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, leaving only Wang Meng's heavy breathing and the two men's somewhat disordered heartbeats.

Wang Meng's heart was in his throat; he had no idea how the unpredictable Purple-Robed Dragon King would react next.

Is it rage?

Is it shame and indignation?

Or would she just slap him to death, this madman who dared to "desecrate" her?

He was even prepared to face the wrath of thunder.

However, Daisy's reaction was completely unexpected.

Her delicate eyebrows twitched slightly, and her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, causing the damp spots on them to sway.

Then, to Wang Meng's utter astonishment, she extended her tongue, which was as delicate and beautiful as a flower petal.

Gently and slowly, he licked the tiny speck of grease that had gotten on the corner of his lips...

Chapter Thirteen: The taste... wasn't too bad!

Wang Meng was completely stunned. Mei ne ne ne Lin Kongmei ...

He couldn't believe his eyes.

This pure and noble Purple-Robed Dragon King, one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, actually... actually did such a shocking thing!

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

"smell……"

Dai Qisi finally spoke, her voice even hoarser than before, with a touch of lazy magnetism, like a cat's satisfied murmur, "...It's not too bad."

She stretched out her other free hand and gently wiped away the remaining marks on her cheek with her fingertips.

Then, he put the fingertip, which was covered in white mucus, into his mouth and sucked it clean.

Every movement was filled with an indescribable allure, as if she were not dealing with filth, but performing some kind of sacred and secret ritual.

Wang Meng felt his head buzz, as if it were about to explode.

He thought he had already witnessed the Purple-Robed Dragon King's eccentricities and exotic charm, but the scene before him still left him speechless and shattered his worldview.

Dai Qisi looked at Wang Meng's absent-minded, ghost-like expression and a playful smile appeared on her lips.

"how?"

She asked with a light laugh, her voice like a hook, tugging at Wang Meng's heartstrings, "Or do you think I would be like those pedantic women of the Central Plains, flying into a rage and trying to kill myself?"

She paused, her tone carrying a hint of disdain and arrogance: "In Persia, love between men and women is a natural and proper thing."

The essence of the strong is a treasure that nourishes the body.

"You just now... you did your best." Her deep blue eyes looked Wang Meng up and down again, as if she were examining a work of art that she had just carefully polished, full of inquiry and... a kind of indescribable possessiveness.

Dai Qisi gently traced her red lips with her fingertips, seemingly still savoring the strange "taste" from just now.

Her azure eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light as she gazed at Wang Meng and slowly said, "It seems that your previous qi deviation actually turned out to be a blessing in disguise."

It actually indirectly opened up the Ren and Du meridians..."

Her voice was soft, yet it carried a sharp, all-knowing edge.

Wang Meng was startled, but then suddenly relaxed.

I have not opened up any Ren and Du meridians.

It's entirely due to the power of the Dragon Essence and Tiger Fierce Thirteen Kidneys.

It seems that Daisy has not noticed the true changes in her body.

But... that's normal, after all, no one would believe that a person could have thirteen kidneys in their body.

She just said it tasted good—which could very well be one of the benefits of the Dragon Essence and Tiger Power Thirteen Kidneys!

Dai Qisi seemed to mistakenly believe that she had seen through Wang Meng's surprise, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips again: "Although the flow of true qi in your body is still somewhat sluggish, there are already signs of it opening up the Ren and Du meridians."

"Otherwise, with your meager cultivation level, and having been struck by such a powerful palm strike, coupled with the 'Seven-Step Soul-Severing Powder' from Dragon Island, even if I were willing to intervene, I might not be able to pull you back from the brink of death."

Dai Qisi changed the subject, her expression becoming more serious: "You don't need to be too nervous."

"I've come to see you not to inquire about the Mantuo Manor, nor to pursue your previous... 'rudeness'."

Dai Qisi paused, let out a soft sigh, and a complex emotion flashed in her azure eyes, a mixture of melancholy and resolve: "I have decided to leave the Ming Cult and seek a new world."

Wang Meng, you have extraordinary talent and a resilient character, so you are a promising talent.

It is fate that I saved your life today.

"I wonder if you would be willing to join me in leaving this chaotic Ming Cult and starting a business of our own?"

These words struck Wang Meng like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

Dai Qisi, the Purple-Robed Dragon King, is one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult. Her status is so esteemed, yet she wants to leave the Ming Cult!