The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Then, she saw that face.

boom!

Li Qingluo's mind seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt!

That face... that face, it clearly bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to her good-for-nothing daughter, Wang Yuyan!

The same ethereal beauty, the same exquisite features! Yet... they are completely different!

Wang Yuyan's beauty is static, delicate, like a porcelain doll, sheltered in seclusion, innocent of the world, and fragile.

But the beauty of the woman before me is alive, dynamic, and full of endless majesty and mystery, like the beauty of an ancient pool that can contain the stars and the universe!

Her eyes, which had been open at some point, were now looking back at her with a calm, almost cold gaze.

There was no shame, no embarrassment, and certainly no panic in her eyes when a woman is naked and being spied on.

There was something there, but it was a detached indifference, as if Li Qingluo's existence was no different from a cold wind blowing through the cave.

Li Qingluo mechanically glanced at her own daughter, Wang Yuyan, who lay unconscious beside her like a lump of mud.

But in that one glance, there was no longer a trace of maternal affection.

All that remained was doubt and disdain.

She clearly already knew everything that Wang Yuyan had done.

That spendthrift brat!

The woman spoke.

Her voice remained ethereal and calm, devoid of any worldly concerns, as if stating a fact unrelated to her. Yet, the words spoken in that calm tone struck like a bolt of lightning from the heavens, hitting the very top of every conscious person present!

"A-Luo...you've grown so much?"

That "A-Luo" sounded as intimate as an elder calling out to the most familiar rose bush in their own garden.

The phrase "So grown up" carries a sense of detachment and感慨 that transcends endless time, as if from another world.

At that moment, Li Qingluo froze.

"Uh……"

A muffled sob, as if her throat were being choked by an invisible hand, escaped from her lips.

Her body involuntarily took a large step back, her heel slamming into the hard rock, sending a piercing pain through her, but she felt nothing.

Her pupils were fixed, incredulous, on the woman's face.

That face, so similar to her daughter's, now overlapped with a face deep in her memory in her eyes.

Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!

She should have... Li Qingluo's lips trembled violently, her teeth chattering and making a soft "clucking" sound.

After a long while, just as the deathly silence was about to drive one mad, she finally managed to squeeze out two words from the gap in her throat in a voice softer and trembling than a mosquito's buzz.

"Auntie...?"

Chapter 42: The Dragon Reigns Over the Flower Garden, Taking Control of the Jade Cave!

Wang Meng was carried back to Mantuo Villa.

This sedan chair was specially brought out from Mantuo Villa.

Lying down doesn't feel very comfortable.

The mountain road was rugged, and the sedan chair carriers' steps were somewhat disordered due to their urgency.

With each jolt, Wang Meng's weak, broken body would be thrown up heavily and then slammed hard against the hard bottom of the sedan chair.

He didn't even have the strength to steady himself, and could only let his head bang against the side of the sedan chair with a "thump, thump, thump".

However, what made him even more uneasy than this purely physical discomfort was the cramped, warm, and strangely tense "internal environment" inside the sedan chair.

He is not alone.

To his left, right next to him, was Li Qingluo.

The mistress of Mando Manor completely abandoned all decorum and dignity at this moment, like a female dog guarding her food, half-kneeling and half-sitting beside him.

Her voluptuous body, hot and slightly sweaty and sticky, pressed against him almost without any gap, trying to warm his cold body with her own body heat.

Her hand remained tightly gripping his, but her soft palm was damp with nervous sweat.

To his right sat a woman who was as languid as a cat and naturally alluring.

Unlike Li Qingluo's anxiety, she appeared calm and even... somewhat enjoying herself.

It only occupied a small part of the sedan chair, seemingly maintaining a slight distance from him.

With each sway of the sedan chair, her slender, jade-like legs, wrapped in a layer of smooth, cool black gauze, would "inadvertently" touch and rub against his thigh again and again.

The sensation, even through the fabric, was so clear it sent shivers down my spine.

Cool, smooth, and firm, it possesses a magical quality that seems to steal one's soul.

What's even more deadly is that her peach blossom eyes, which seem to see right through people, always carry a hint of amusement as she openly scrutinizes him.

That gaze wasn't filled with possessiveness like Li Qingluo's; instead, it was like that of a top-notch appraiser, appraising a newly unearthed, flawed yet mysteriously secret masterpiece with great interest.

"Quack."

The sedan chair suddenly sank, as if it had run over a large rock, and Wang Meng's body lurched uncontrollably toward the woman.

A soft, warm hand, carrying a faint orchid fragrance, seemingly casually and gently supported his shoulder, preventing him from falling further.

"Young master, you must be careful."

The woman's voice, soft and alluring, seemed to have a hook: "This road is not easy to walk on..."

Her words were loaded with meaning.

The hand that was supporting his shoulder, its fingertips intentionally or unintentionally, lightly and ambiguously traced his carotid artery, which was cold from blood loss.

Besides the two of them, there were also a beautiful Taoist nun and the naked woman in the sedan chair, though she was now dressed as a maid.

"Boom"

Another violent tremor followed.

This sedan chair was originally quite spacious.

The sedan chair was originally arranged to accommodate Wang Meng's health.

However, after the addition of four completely different entities, it can no longer be called a sedan chair.

It became a living, moving cage, full of extreme contradictions and tension. A large bed forcibly squeezed and pieced together by a weak male body and four female bodies with completely different physical states, moods, and auras.

His frail body was trapped in the middle, unable to move, like a pitiful piece of meat being crushed by four mountains.

On the left, there was still Li Qingluo's hot, soft, and possessive voluptuous body.

On the right, the person has changed.

The woman who used to occasionally flirt with him was pushed to a more distant position.

Instead, it was Abbess Miejue who took her place.

Because of the jolting, the beautiful Taoist nun was forced to stand close to Wang Meng in an extremely awkward position.

Her Taoist robe, even through the fabric, exuded stiffness and tension, like a red-hot iron, radiating a scorching warning that "strangers should not approach."

Wang Meng could even smell the austere, ascetic scent emanating from her, a mixture of herbs and a faint soapberry aroma.

Behind him was a cold, smooth entity, yet imbued with a strange vitality.

It goes without saying who it is.

She had no fragrance on her, only a pure, clean scent, like snow on a mountaintop.

She leaned against it quietly, her breathing steady, as if she were leaning against a cold rock, not a man.

But this indifference is more likely to ignite the surrounding flames than any passionate entanglement.

The woman who was pushed to the very front could only awkwardly curl up her long, slender legs, covered in black gauze, in the little space left inside the sedan chair.

Her alluring peach blossom eyes, however, were like those of a spectator most engrossed in a play, their gazes shifting with keen interest between Li Qingluo's caring expression, Abbess Miejue's strange yet enjoyable expression, Li Canghai's calm eyes, and Wang Meng's expression of wishing he were dead.

The smile at the corners of her lips grew ever deeper and more alluring.

The deathly silence inside the sedan chair was finally shattered by a soft yet incredibly clear laugh.

"Giggle..." The laughter came from the woman who was squeezed at the very front.

The laughter, like a string of clear silver bells, rang out in the small, stuffy space.

But to the ears of the crowd, it was not pleasant at all; instead, it sounded like a small, sharp hook!

Wang Meng saw this woman, who appeared to be wearing stockings, turn her mature and charming face slightly with an extremely elegant and even somewhat languid posture. Her gaze passed through the gap between the beautiful Taoist nun and Wang Meng and landed precisely on Li Qingluo's face.

Her bright, sparkling eyes were filled with a pure, undisguised expression of watching the show.

She parted her lips slightly, her voice so soft and alluring it seemed to drip with water, yet it carried an undeniable, assertive pressure, as if she were asking a question.

"Qingluo, you haven't introduced me yet. Who is this...?"

Her words seemed to be addressed to Li Qingluo, but the word "this one" was like a tangible, warm gaze, landing squarely on Wang Meng, who was sandwiched in the middle of the crowd.

At that question, the air inside the sedan seemed to freeze into a tangible substance in that instant.

The corners of Abbess Miejue's mouth twitched down almost imperceptibly.

Li Canghai remained as still as a jade sculpture, not even her eyelashes trembling. But Wang Meng felt that the smooth jade body behind him seemed... even colder.

Only Li Qingluo, under the intense gaze of this question, tensed up to her limit in that instant, like a mother cat whose tail had been stepped on!

There was no hesitation.

It was as if she had rehearsed this question in her mind a thousand times.

She tightened her grip on Wang Meng's hand suddenly, almost breaking his bones.

She straightened her back and said decisively, in an almost declarative and unquestionable tone, "This is my husband, Wang Meng!"

The word "husband" carries a resounding weight!