The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Her gaze swept over his strong chest and then over Li Qingluo's bare upper body.

Finally, it landed on the monstrous, grotesque thing between Wang Meng's legs, which had been abruptly awakened by the sudden stimulation and was now pushing the quilt high up.

Stared at by that sharp, knife-like gaze, Li Qingluo was so ashamed that she almost fainted.

She hurriedly pulled up her slipped clothes, trying to cover her naked body, but because her hands were trembling so badly, she was unable to tie the belt properly several times.

She kept her head down, not even having the courage to glance at the Taoist nun.

However, Wang Meng showed no fear.

Instead of showing any restraint, he seemed to have been stimulated even more intensely, and his body underwent a more direct and arrogant change.

The weapon that was already pushing the quilt high seemed to come alive at this moment, becoming even more vigorous, harder, and more uncontrollably angry under the thin silk quilt!

What was originally just a small hill has now been transformed into a more magnificent and spectacular "tent," stretching the silky quilt into powerful folds.

It stood there, unbridled and imposing, towering above the world, displaying its most primal and domineering power to the righteous leader, the Daoist nun renowned for her strictness and ruthlessness, through a thin blanket.

This silent provocation is more impactful than any foul language.

The nun's expression changed slightly. Since she took charge of Emei, she had never seen such a shameless and audacious madman!

But no one noticed that a very faint, almost imperceptible blush had quietly risen on her cool, frost-covered cheeks.

This blush wasn't from anger, nor from shyness.

Rather, it is the most instinctive and uncontrollable physiological reaction of a woman who has been repressed for many years and whose heart is like an ancient well, when she is caught off guard and directly confronted with such naked and aggressive masculinity.

She forcefully suppressed the inexplicable, shameful throbbing in her heart, her voice as cold as if it could drop ice shards, but she still managed to save some face: "In broad daylight, under the clear sky! You...you actually did such a despicable thing here! It's simply...utterly shameless!"

Hearing this utterly shameless rebuke was like a thunderclap in her ears, and Li Qingluo trembled all over.

With trembling hands, she hurriedly tied her sash, hiding her alluring, snow-white body once again beneath her purple silk robe.

At this moment, her beautiful cheeks were so red they were almost bleeding, not from passion, but from the extreme shame of being caught in the act.

She instinctively reached for the plate with the empty medicine bowl on the bedside table, as if it were her only fig leaf. Mei, do you have time? Lin, are you free?

She dared not look into the nun's sharp, sword-like eyes, but instead lowered her head and whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, filled with boundless grievance and resentment, "Yanqing...you...you've misunderstood..."

Her voice trembled, hoarse from recent pleasure, making her explanations seem all the more weak and feeble.

"This...he...he's really badly injured, he just vomited blood again...I, I was just feeding him medicine..."

Her statement was half true and half false, but from a purely "technical" standpoint, it was not wrong.

But her disheveled clothes, flushed cheeks, and the lingering, decadent scent of milk and musk in the air made her explanation sound like a ridiculous attempt to cover up her mistake.

The Taoist nun snorted coldly, clearly not believing a single word of it.

Seeing this, Li Qingluo became even more flustered.

She knew she couldn't let her upright friend stay any longer.

Then, she had the Taoist nun stare at Wang Meng with her penetrating gaze. She had no doubt that this audacious man would do something even more shocking.

But she was still worried about Wang Meng's injuries.

Before pushing the Taoist nun out the door, she turned back to the bedside.

She didn't speak, but looked deeply at Wang Meng, her eyes filled with complex emotions—pleading, fervent, but more than anything, a concern and submission that she herself was unaware of.

She reached out her trembling hand, pulled the quilt over, and gently tried to cover him up, at least to conceal the magnificent "tent" that made one's heart race.

Just as she pulled up the blanket, the Taoist nun's gaze, like a sharp sword, passed over Li Qingluo's shoulder and precisely captured a detail.

As the blanket was lifted, Wang Meng's strong, scarred chest was briefly exposed.

On his left side, near his collarbone, there is a small, light brown mole.

The mole was inconspicuous; if it weren't for the extremely close proximity and good lighting, no one would have noticed it at all.

But the moment the nun saw the mole, her pupils contracted sharply.

Her heart, a heart as hard as iron that had remained undisturbed since her senior brother's death, suddenly skipped a beat uncontrollably!

Familiar... This mole... Why does it feel so strangely familiar?

It was as if, long, long ago, on a faded afternoon deep in her memory, she had seen a mole like this.

There was once a person with the same strong chest, in the same spot, who also had such a... unique mark.

who is it?

This thought was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, creating ripples in the still lake of her heart.

Countless blurry images flashed through her mind—was it a martial arts training ground under the setting sun?

Or was it the battlefield where a bloody battle took place?

Or perhaps... someone she had already sworn to forget forever...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Yanqing!"

Holding the plate, as if she were going all out, she quickly walked up to the Taoist nun and cleverly used her body to block the nun's view of the bed.

"Yanqing, this isn't the place to talk... Shall we... Shall we go outside and talk?"

As she spoke, she reached out her other hand and, with a gentle yet undeniable force, pushed the nun's arm, leading her toward the door.

"What's wrong? I... I'll... explain to you later!"

The tone was soft and pleading, with a hint of coquettish resentment, as if the speaker had truly suffered a great injustice.

The Taoist nun had never been "treated" like this before. She was taken aback by Li Qingluo's half-pushing and half-shoving action and subconsciously took two steps back with her.

By the time she realized what was happening, Li Qingluo had already pushed her out of the room.

With a bang, Li Qingluo quickly slammed the door shut again, leaning weakly against it, her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

Inside the room, Wang Meng, who had been lying on the bed watching the show, could hear Li Qingluo's heavy breathing even through the door.

He glanced at the "tent" beneath him, still towering high and showing no signs of receding, and a more amused smile appeared on his lips.

It seems that going up to the second floor and making a comeback was the right gamble!

Li Qingluo has been completely won over.

But... why isn't it considered that he controls Mantuo Manor?

Could it be that... capturing Li Qingluo alone is not enough?

The words reappeared before my eyes.

[Mission: Dragon Soars Through the Flower Garden, Take Control of the Jade Cave!]

[Mission Objective: Before the countdown ends, become the master of "Mantuo Manor" and completely control the ultimate secrets of "Langhuan Jade Cave".]

[Mission Successful: Permanently solidify the title of "King of Waist" and the ability of "Dragon Essence and Tiger Fierce Kidneys".]

[Mission Failed: Stripped of the "King of Waist" title, all extra kidneys destroyed, and the negative title permanently fixed as "Celestial Eunuch"!]

To become the master of "Mantuo Manor" and to completely control the ultimate secret of "Langhuan Jade Cave"... This ultimate goal, which had been swirling in his mind, exploded in his heart like a thunderclap in the middle of the night.

Wang Meng's relaxed mood, which had been greatly relieved after conquering Li Qingluo and teasing the Taoist nun, was once again on edge.

The bitter taste of the medicine and the sweet, fishy smell of breast milk still lingered on her lips, and her body was still immersed in the pleasure and sense of control she had just experienced.

However, that brief moment of conquest and languid comfort vanished instantly, like a hot coal thrown into ice water, leaving only a chilling, bone-deep sobriety.

If you don't understand the question, it's the same as not understanding the question at all!

He cursed himself in his heart.

He had previously thought that as long as he could completely subdue Li Qingluo, the owner of the manor, and make her obedient to him, the Mantuo Manor would be within his grasp.

In retrospect, what a naive idea that was!

He had now completely "captured" Li Qingluo, making her submit to him both physically and mentally.

But so what?

In a sense, his position was merely an add-on to Li Qingluo's.

Who is he now?

Was he her lover?

Are they her admirers?

Or was he the "fierce official" she kept hidden in her boudoir, someone who couldn't see the light of day?

All his status, all his privileges, and all the confidence that allowed him to act arrogantly in this manor were built upon the willing consent of Li Qingluo, this woman.

If she changes her mind, or if something happens to her, she, as an "add-on," will immediately be reduced to her original form, and may even be hacked to death by the servants in the manor who are loyal to her!

He was not the master; he was merely the master's most favored plaything.

This woman is the key to unlocking the treasure trove that is Mantuo Manor, but he has only grasped the key and is far from finding the keyhole, let alone opening that heavy door.

As for the Langhuan Jade Cave, he had never even been there.

Those four words were like a mirage to him. He knew they existed and that they contained what he wanted, but he didn't even know which direction they were in from the villa.

The so-called "ultimate secret" was more like a vague legend to him; he had no idea what it was, what it was used for, or how to obtain it.

Thinking of this, Wang Meng's eyes turned completely cold.

No, that's far from enough. Conquering her body alone is the most rudimentary approach.

What he wanted was to rightfully become the sole owner of this mountain villa.

What he wanted was the ultimate secret hidden in the Langhuan Jade Cave that could drive the world crazy!

Li Qingluo is the key we must hold firmly in our hands, and we must get her to open all the doors for us as soon as possible.

Otherwise, he would only be able to become a eunuch!

This cruel reality, like a poisoned needle, pierced his nerves.

The ambition that had just subsided, mixed with a thirst for power and anxiety about the future, reignited, causing the massive thing beneath him, which had just been covered by the blanket, to rise angrily once more, pushing the quilt into an even more exaggerated arc.

Just then, a suppressed, whispering sound, like a nightingale's song, came from outside the door.

"Hey, where do you think Aunt Qingluo and Aunt Yanqing went?"