The fragrant breeze brushed past Leng Qingsong, making his hand tremble. The treasured sword in his arms nearly fell to the floor.
Leng Qingsong, who feared neither heaven nor earth, hastily grabbed Ouyang's sleeve, a plea for help flashing in his eyes.
Ouyang yanked his sleeve free, tucked Hu Tutu under his arm, and rolled out of the Yihong Brothel.
Better the junior brother die than the senior brother. Take care, Second Brother!
Under Leng Qingsong's despairing gaze, Ouyang fled like a rat with his hands over his head.
Leng Qingsong, who feared neither heaven nor earth, stammered, "S-snake... demon... I..."
"What? Want me to help you cultivate?" A pair of lotus-white arms wrapped around Leng Qingsong's neck as the woman whispered softly into his ear, her breath fragrant as orchids.
"I..." Leng Qingsong felt his breathing quicken. The senior sister before him displayed all her seductive charms, as though she would devour him the very next moment.
The Golden Core inside Leng Qingsong spun furiously. Vast True Essence surged with Sword Intent, trying to resist, while the treasured sword in his hand could not help revealing its radiance, as though trying to protect its master.
"Oh my, you've grown up. You even know how to use a sword now? I wonder which sword you want to stab your senior sister with?" The woman pressed her jade-white hand onto the hilt and teased him.
The treasured sword, which had been ringing defiantly, instantly went limp. Beneath that jade-white hand's gentle caress, it looked as though it had already finished.
Who could withstand this?!
As though all his strength had been drained away, Leng Qingsong collapsed into the woman's embrace and slowly closed his eyes amid the softness.
The red curtains and gauze rose again, wrapping around the two of them