RNP Page 27
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"The ninth day of the third month three years ago!"
You... ah... yourself! Did you ever sneak into Langhuan Paradise, attempting... um... to steal my Wang family's martial arts manual?
After I discovered it, it still dared to argue that it was... ah... accidental entry!
Do you think I, Li Qingluo, am a three-year-old child?!
With each word she spoke, Wang Meng seemed to become more entrenched and ruthless.
This caused her to convulse all over, and her toes curled up.
She tried to close her legs, but Wang Meng forced them apart with his knees, forcing her to endure his storm of assault in an extremely shameful position.
The sunlight streaming through the windowpane shone on her sweaty back and her heaving body, making her vision blur.
"Your Murong family...from top to bottom...hah...not a single good person among you!"
They all... they all want to seize the Wang family's assets!
To seize this Mantuo Manor!
They're going to invade this Jade Cave!
I'm telling you... as long as I, Li Qingluo... ah... have a breath left... you... won't... won't succeed!"
The last few words transformed into a series of high-pitched groans and screams, echoing through the quiet afternoon.
Li Qingluo felt an indescribable torrent suddenly erupt from the deepest part of her body, instantly sweeping over her limbs and bones, causing her to completely lose all strength in the extreme pleasure, and she collapsed softly into Wang Meng's arms, letting him continue to ravage her body!
Downstairs, Murong Fu's face first turned ashen, then turned a ferocious crimson!
He was proud of his name, "Southern Murong," and had never suffered such a humiliation in his travels.
In front of so many people, he was verbally abused by that vile woman Li Qingluo, who pointed her finger at him and cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations, exposing the most shameful wounds of the Murong family.
He had been compromising the whole time, which is ironic.
"You bitch!"
shrew!"
Murong Fu felt his blood and qi churning uncontrollably, and he felt a surge of evil fire rushing from his dantian to the top of his head.
Li Qingluo's words were like needles, especially the accusations about annexing Mantuo Manor and coveting Langhuan Jade Cave, which were even specified down to the year, month, and day, which completely extinguished any last bit of hope in his heart!
Today, Li Qingluo has completely torn off her mask, leaving no room for maneuver!
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and the gentle, refined, and aristocratic image he usually maintained instantly crumbled, replaced by a ruthless and insane ferocity.
"it is good!
What a wonderful aunt!
What a fine Lady Wang!
Since you don't care about family ties.
Today, I, Murong Fu, will show you what it truly means to be filled with regret!
Now that things have come to this, there's no point in pretending anymore.
A wicked thought arose in his mind: Today I must tie up this vile woman, torture her, and force her to hand over ownership of Mantuo Manor and Langhuan Jade Cave!
The Murong family's great cause of restoring their kingdom requires a large amount of money and martial arts manuals. How could they let go of such a tempting offer?
Murong Fu let out a low shout, turned around abruptly, and rushed towards the small building with lightning speed.
Several maids from Mantuo Manor who were standing nearby were shocked to see this and rushed forward to stop them.
These maids, who were able to serve Li Qingluo, were all skilled. Seeing their mistress being humiliated, they were all filled with righteous indignation and risked their lives to block the stairwell.
"stop!"
"Don't go any further!"
"Go away!"
Enraged, Murong Fu paid no heed to the maids. He joined his right fingers like a sword, unleashing the "Canhe Finger" technique, the wind from his fingers sharp and hissing.
The first maidservant felt a numbness in her wrist, and her longsword clattered to the ground. A sharp pain shot through her chest; Murong Fu had struck her pressure point with a single finger, and she collapsed limply to the ground. Mei, you...you're not here. I'm not free. Lin is here...
Seeing her companion fall to the ground, another maid's eyes turned red. She let out a sharp cry and swung her hand at Murong Fu's face.
Murong Fu sneered, his figure blurred, and he used the "Shifting Stars" technique. The maid's palm strike seemed to disappear into thin air, suddenly changing direction and striking another maid beside her instead.
With a sharp "smack," the maid was accidentally injured by her companion. She cried out in pain and staggered backward.
In the blink of an eye, three or four maids had been knocked down by Murong Fu or shaken away by his internal force, and they could not get within three feet of him.
He was ruthless and merciless, clearly enraged, and only wanted to rush upstairs and capture Li Qingluo.
Wang Yuyan stood at the top of the stairs, tears streaming down her face, her heart breaking.
On one side is her mother who raised her with great hardship, and on the other side is her cousin whom she deeply loves and regards as a god.
Her mother exposed the true colors of the Murong family upstairs... while her cousin went mad and fought with his own maid. She felt dizzy and her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
"Cousin...no...no!"
She cried out, her voice hoarse.
However, when she saw Murong Fu's resolute and determined profile, tinged with a hint of gloom, the last vestiges of hesitation and worry for her mother were inexplicably replaced by an even stronger obsession.
She grew up listening to her cousin's grand ambition to revive the Great Yan Dynasty, and had long regarded herself as the future queen of Yan.
While it is indeed pitiful for Mother to suffer today, it is absolutely unacceptable for it to delay Cousin's great cause!
"cousin……"
Wang Yuyan's sobs gradually subsided, a resolute glint flashing in her eyes.
Instead of trying to dissuade her, she silently took a few steps back. Her watery eyes now only held infatuation and obedience for Murong Fu, as if everything he did was perfectly justified.
Murong Fu kicked away the last maid who tried to grab his leg. The maid screamed and tumbled down the stairs.
His face was ashen, his eyes cold, as he stepped onto the creaking wooden stairs.
Where was the demeanor of a refined gentleman? He was clearly a treacherous villain who would stop at nothing and was insatiable in his desires!
He had already planned in his mind that after capturing Li Qingluo, he would first "interrogate" her thoroughly, let her experience the power, and then force her to reveal the secret of the Langhuan Jade Cave and the location of the silver vault of the Mantuo Manor.
As for whether this "aunt" would live or die in the future, that was no longer within his consideration!
Li Qingluo was drenched in sweat in Wang Meng's arms, each breath carrying a lingering, intoxicating fragrance.
She could feel that her inner thighs were still wet and slippery, and the love fluid mixed with their saliva would occasionally overflow from the tightly joined gap as he moved.
The sounds of fighting, the maids' screams and cries of pain coming from downstairs, and Murong Fu's suppressed roars of anger intermittently reached her ears.
Li Qingluo felt a chill run down her spine, knowing that Murong Fu, this hypocrite, had completely torn off his mask and was rushing upstairs without regard for anything else.
A surge of intense humiliation and resentment welled up within her again, mingling with an irresistible tingling sensation deep within her body, leaving her both desperate and strangely excited.
"Murong Fu...you despicable scoundrel!"
She gasped for breath, her voice hoarse but carrying a resolute determination to perish together with the enemy.
Wang Meng seemed to notice her unusual behavior, and his previously relaxed movements paused slightly.
"You...your Murong family...twelve years ago...autumn!"
Cangzhou, Hebei... The entire Huifeng Escort Agency, with 173 members... Is it possible that your Murong family sent people disguised as bandits to seize a batch of treasures from the previous dynasty that they were secretly transporting?
Those镖师 (bodyguards/escorts)...each one was highly skilled in martial arts...ordinary mountain bandits...how could they be a match for them...uh...if it weren't for your father Murong Bo secretly colluding with a traitor within the镖局 (escort agency)...working from the inside...how could they...have died so tragically...not even sparing the infants in their swaddling clothes!"
With each word Li Qingluo spoke, it seemed as if she had used up all her strength.
Wang Meng seemed to be provoked by her fierce words, and he turned her over so that her back was to him, her hands on the windowsill, and her plump, snowy buttocks raised high.
This posture allowed him to move more freely.
The pair of snow rabbits on her chest pressed and rubbed against the windowpane with this violent movement, making a muffled sound that made one blush.
"And... six years ago... the Zhen family of Jiangnan... the patriarch of the Zhen family... back then, he was your grandfather's sworn brother... and he even gave away his entire fortune to provide funds and provisions for your Murong family's restoration... but... but how did you... um... treat him?"
Her voice, broken by the brutal assault, was filled with sobs and heavy breathing: "He...he only...knew some...some shady secrets of your Murong family...and you...you ruthlessly killed...the entire Zhen family...and claimed to the outside world...that they...they died suddenly from a terrible disease...I spit on you!"
The Murong family... your conscience... has been eaten by dogs... ahhh!
Wang Meng's actions became increasingly wild, as if he wanted to devour Li Qingluo completely, and each time he seemed to want to pierce her through.
Li Qingluo felt a soreness and bloating in her lower abdomen, and waves of heat gushed out of her body uncontrollably.
She gripped the window frame tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white, trying to find a sliver of support amidst the storm of intrusion.
At the same time, heavy footsteps came from the stairs, getting closer and closer.
Murong Fu had already kicked over the last obstacle, and there were some bloodstains on his body—left by those overconfident maids.
"Li Qingluo! You shameless woman!"
Even on the verge of death, you still dare to spout nonsense!
Murong Fu's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling aura, "The martial arts manual of Langhuan Jade Cave, the vast wealth of Mantuo Manor, today I, Murong Fu, will take them all!"
If you know what's good for you, hand it over obediently, and I might still consider our kinship!
Otherwise... humph!
"Ha ha ha ha.
"You won't let me say it, but I'll say it anyway. Nine years ago... your Murong family... in order to win over... ah... to win over the General of Huguang... the Mu family... didn't... didn't you... force... send... a newlywed... member of the imperial family... to... to that... that over-fifty... and lustful... Prince Mu as a concubine... that woman... couldn't bear the humiliation... three days later... hanged herself... two lives lost... um... Murong Fu... your Murong family's 'restoration of the kingdom'... was built... on... such... filthy and disgusting... things?"
Li Qingluo's voice was shrill and desperate, but the moment she finished speaking, Murong Fu kicked the door open!
But in that instant, the sound of a broken window was heard.
Wang Meng, completely naked, jumped off the second-floor building while holding Li Qingluo, who was wrapped tightly in a blanket.
Wood chips flew everywhere from the window frames, and shards of glass scattered in all directions.
Wang Meng's bare chest was slashed open several times by sharp wooden splinters during the impact. The old wound on his chest, which had not yet healed, was already aching from the intense entanglement with Li Qingluo just now. Now, with this impact, his internal organs trembled and his blood surged. With a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood!
The scalding hot blood sprayed precisely onto Li Qingluo's face, which was tightly wrapped in Wang Meng's arms, with only her pretty face showing.
Li Qingluo's cheeks, which were flushed red from extreme pleasure and shame, were suddenly stimulated by the warm blood. A complex and incomprehensible emotion flashed in her hazy eyes—surprise, embarrassment, but more than anything, a deep-seated worry that she herself was unaware of.
"you……"