The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She hesitated for a moment, thinking that Wang Meng might be packing his things, so she didn't think much of it, gently pushed open the door, and took a few steps forward.

Then, she froze completely, as if struck by lightning.

She saw it.

She saw Wang Meng tightly embracing a woman with a voluptuous figure and captivating charm.

Her clothes were slightly disheveled, and her face was flushed.

A pair of watery, peach-blossom eyes, alluring and seductive, were nestled in Wang Meng's arms, completely captivated.

This was enough to shake her to her core, but what left her mind completely blank was Wang Meng's next move.

Wang Meng slowly, almost with a show of smugness, pulled his right hand out from under Li Qingluo's skirt.

Zhou Zhiruo's pupils instantly contracted to their maximum size.

She saw that Wang Meng's long, strong fingers were covered with a crystal-clear, slightly viscous liquid.

The liquid reflected a captivating shimmer.

Several shimmering threads slowly stretched out from between his fingers, then reluctantly broke off, dripping back, drop by drop, into the mysterious area of ​​Li Qingluo that was hidden by her skirt.

Wang Meng didn't rush to wipe it off. Instead, he held the stained hand up to his eyes as if admiring a rare treasure.

He even lowered his head slightly and gently sniffed those damp, slippery fingers.

A rich, sweet, and unique body odor, the kind that only comes out when a woman's desire is fully aroused, mixed with a musky, fishy smell, instantly entered his nostrils.

"So sexy, so sweet."

He chuckled softly and spoke in a voice only Li Qingluo could hear.

"what!"

The whisper, like a devil's curse, pierced Li Qingluo's ears, causing her to tremble violently.

But before she could recover from those humiliating words, an even more astonishing and domineering sensation, through several layers of thin clothing, suddenly pressed against her soft lower abdomen.

It was Wang Meng's body that underwent a change.

That rich and sweet fragrance was the most potent aphrodisiac for him.

His desire, the moment he smelled his own fingers, could no longer be suppressed, and like a wild beast unleashed, it violently awakened in his lower body.

Hard as iron, and frighteningly hot.

The already swollen spear, through their clothes, thrust forward roughly, forcefully pushing open the folds of her dress, and pressed firmly against her soft, warm abdomen with an undeniable force.

The astonishing silhouette, the scalding heat, the ruthless hardness, were transmitted so clearly and so mercilessly through the thin silk, as if to pierce through her entire being.

Li Qingluo's mind went completely blank for a moment.

She could clearly feel the tip of that thing precisely and repeatedly grinding against the most sensitive inch of skin below her navel.

Every slight movement brought a tingling, trembling sensation that almost made her fall.

This is completely different from the teasing with fingers just now. If what happened before was just tentative playfulness, then this is a naked, primal declaration of male possession.

Shame and fear nearly tore her apart, yet her body betrayed her.

A surge of heat, even more intense than before, suddenly erupted from the depths of her vulva between her legs, instantly soaking her panties even more.

Her legs were so weak that she could no longer support herself.

The entire weight of her body was hanging on Wang Meng's shoulders, if not for being restrained by his iron-like arms.

She had already collapsed to the ground, leaving a shameful puddle of water in front of that pure Emei disciple.

Wang Meng naturally noticed Zhou Zhiruo as well.

He didn't even turn around.

Because he had already sensed Zhou Zhiruo's arrival.

Having entered the Innate Realm, his perception ability has surpassed that of ordinary Acquired Realm experts by several times.

But instead of stopping, he deliberately slowed down his movements so that the naive young girl could see clearly and understand everything.

Amid Li Qingluo's terrified screams, Wang Meng slowly turned his head, his deep, star-like eyes landing precisely on Zhou Zhiruo, who was completely petrified at the doorway, her pretty face flushed red, and who had even forgotten to breathe.

A playful, slightly wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Miss Zhou!"

He spoke slowly in his magnetic voice, and in front of Zhou Zhiruo, he gently put the index finger, which was covered in Li Qingluo's bodily fluids, into his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and carefully licked it clean: "You seem to have come at the wrong time."

"How about we wait outside for a while?"

Zhou Zhiruo's mind went blank, as if a thousand bells and drums were ringing out in unison.

Those words, that gesture, and Wang Meng's wicked smile were like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely searing into the depths of her blank mind.

Her legs buckled, and her knees could barely support her body.

If she hadn't instinctively reached out and grabbed the doorframe, she probably would have been completely on the ground.

Her cheeks were so red they looked like they could bleed, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She dared not look or listen anymore. She used all her strength to stagger back a few steps and fled from the room that had shattered her heart and soul.

But she didn't go far.

She retreated to the pillars in the courtyard, leaning against the cold pillars to barely maintain her balance.

She looked down at the carrier pigeon she was clutching tightly in her hand. The little creature was fluttering anxiously in its cage, as if it could sense its owner's unease.

Inside the room. Only after Zhou Zhiruo had retreated in a disheveled state did Li Qingluo finally regain a bit of strength.

Her face was a mixture of shame, indignation, and passion, which finally turned into a coquettish sigh.

She raised her small fist and lightly punched Wang Meng's solid chest.

"Husband...you're so naughty!"

How could I do this in front of outsiders…

This punch was soft and weak; it was more like a playful tantrum than a real blow.

Wang Meng laughed, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms again. He kissed her red earlobe and whispered, "Outsider?"

That won't be the case for long.

Li Qingluo rolled her eyes and broke free from Wang Meng's embrace.

She glared at him fiercely, then immediately turned and walked away, ignoring Wang Meng.

He then opened the door of a large mahogany cabinet and pulled out a bundle wrapped in black cloth from the inside.

The bundle was made of the finest black silk, with intricate cloud patterns meticulously embroidered in gold thread.

Holding the bundle, she walked back to Wang Meng, her face now showing less shyness and jealousy, and more of the gentleness and seriousness befitting a wife.

"My lord, this is what I prepared for you!"

She handed the bundle to Wang Meng, saying, "The journey to Xiangyang is long and the war is dangerous, so please be extra careful."

Wang Meng took the bundle and felt a sudden weight in his hand. It seemed to contain several neatly folded pieces of clothing, but its weight far exceeded that of ordinary clothes.

Curious, he opened a corner, and a dark, golden hue peeked out from the crack.

Just as Wang Meng was about to open it in front of her, Li Qingluo immediately reached out her delicate hand and gently pressed it on his large hand, stopping him from doing so.

"Husband, don't be in such a hurry to look."

Her voice carried a rare hint of shyness, but more than anything, it possessed an undeniable tenderness.

Wang Meng raised an eyebrow, stopped what he was doing, and looked at her with great interest.

Li Qingluo met his gaze, her pretty face slightly flushed, and said softly, "This contains all my heartfelt wishes... Your journey to Xiangyang is long and arduous, and amidst thousands of troops, swords and spears have no eyes."

"Once you arrive in Jiaxing and settle down, you can...open it then."

Her tone was sincere, and her eyes were filled with deep concern and reluctance.

Wang Meng chuckled softly, giving her a deep look with his eyes that seemed to see right through people. He didn't insist any further, but obediently retied the bundle, tying it into a tight knot.

Then, he suddenly reached out and pulled this alluring beauty tightly and fiercely into his arms once again.

He said nothing, but lowered his head and sealed her hesitant red lips with his own.

This kiss was no longer the aggressive, predatory one from before, but rather carried an undeniable declaration and a profound imprint.

Wang Meng gently and forcefully rubbed her lips together, his tongue domineeringly entangling with hers, as if trying to etch all his scent and flavor into the depths of her soul.

Li Qingluo's body went limp again, almost unable to stand. She could only cling to his strong arms with all her might, letting him ravage and roam in her mouth, turning her upside down and making her dizzy with pleasure.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Wang Meng released her, and seeing her with seductive eyes, flushed cheeks, and barely able to stand, he smiled with satisfaction.

"Wait for me to come back!"

He left those four words without a second thought, turned and strode out of the room, leaving Li Qingluo alone, leaning against the doorframe, panting heavily, her legs covered in mud once again.

A black horse galloped along the wide official road.

A man and a woman were sitting on horseback.

Wang Meng's broad back was like a mountain, steady and full of a sense of oppression.

It gave Zhou Zhiruo a strange sense of peace, but also a hint of inexplicable fear.

She dared not look up at his profile, nor dared she recall the scene at Mantuo Villa that had made her blush and feel utterly devastated.

Her gaze drooped uncontrollably, drifting aimlessly.

But as she lowered her gaze, she saw something even more terrifying.

Wang Meng rode on his horse with his legs apart, the hem of his tight-fitting clothes fluttering slightly in the wind.

Right at the edge of the robe, close to the front of the saddle, a magnificent bulge stretched the rough trousers to their limit, creating a breathtaking arc. The outline was so clear, so aggressive, that Zhou Zhiruo's mind went blank, as if struck by lightning.

What nearly terrified her was that the magnificent thing wasn't still; rather, it throbbed slowly beneath her clothes, one beat after another, in sync with the rhythmic gait of the black horse.

That steady and powerful pulse seemed to possess its own life.

Zhou Zhiruo's breath caught in her throat.