Lazy Master moved with practiced ease, her graceful figure swaying.
Lin Heng struggled to force his eyelids open and, in a daze, saw a figure swaying above him.
That figure still made him feel an extra suffocation, an especially oppressive pressure.
Something was wrong.
From the excitement at the very beginning, to the exhaustion in the middle, to now... he could no longer tell what day this was.
I can't tell, I really can't tell...
From head to toe, most of his vigor, essence, and spirit had been drained away. His five senses had grown blurred, and even the circulation of his True Yuan came in fits and starts.
The recovery speed of the Hunyuan Immortal Body had long since failed to keep up with the speed of consumption.
This was no longer enjoyment. What kind of calf was made to plow the fields without being given grass to eat?
"Mas... Master..."
Lin Heng lifted his head with difficulty, his voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable.
"You can't do this... I'm your dearest disciple!"
"How can you scheme against me with a method like this?"
"Between master and disciple... have you forgotten the master-disciple affection between us?"
After Meng Yutong heard him, however, she gave a soft laugh, her palm pressing against his chest as the Dual Cultivation method circulated without pause.
"Heng'er, isn't this exactly what you wanted?"
"You're usually so lustful, flirting with this one after teasing that one. Now everyone is rushing to satisfy you, so why aren't you happy?"
Lin Heng used all his strength to struggle and raise his head.
"Draining the pond to catch the fish—know when to stop!"
"Even if I'm lustful, you can't squeeze me to death!"
"Do you really want your own husband to go down to the Underworld?"
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