The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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She wore an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, an outfit that should have been associated with purity, detachment, and otherworldly elegance. However, on her, it was accentuated by her incredibly hot figure, giving her a shockingly seductive and mature allure.

Her beautiful hair wasn't completely tied up like a typical Taoist nun's, but loosely held in place with a simple wooden hairpin. A few unruly strands of hair playfully fell beside her snow-white neck and cheeks, adding a touch of languid charm to her icy demeanor.

At this moment, she sat casually on a chair by the window, toying with a whisk in her hand. The silvery-white silk threads slid slowly across her delicate, white, boneless hands, just like her gaze at this moment. It seemed indifferent, but it carried an invisible pressure that froze the atmosphere of the entire room into ice.

She didn't speak, and Ning Zhongze didn't speak either.

But the Jade Maiden Sword in Ning Zhongze's hand had already sensed that chilling killing intent, emitting a faint, bloodthirsty hum from its sheath. Her knuckles, gripping the hilt, were white from the force, and her palms were already soaked with fine, cold sweat.

Finally, that cold, slightly languid, and hoarse voice rang out again, breaking the suffocating silence.

"You... took them as your disciples?"

The woman in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe gently placed the whisk in her hand on her shoulder, the silver strands hanging down and brushing against the stunning curves of her chest.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, like a cat scrutinizing its prey, her gaze filled with a cruel amusement.

"right!"

Ning Zhongze nodded without the slightest hesitation.

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was resounding, filled with the determination and responsibility of a female knight-errant from Mount Hua.

She knew that any hesitation or weakness in front of this woman would only lead to more terrible consequences.

That word "right" was like a spark that instantly ignited the powder keg in the woman's heart.

She was taken aback for a moment, seemingly not expecting Ning Zhongze to admit it so readily.

Then, her red lips slowly curved upwards, first in a silent, exaggerated arc, followed by a series of sharp and wild laughs that burst from deep within her throat!

"Hahaha...hahahahahaha—!"

The laughter was as shrill as the cry of a night owl, and as chilling as a freezing pool.

There was no joy in that laughter, only endless mockery and overwhelming resentment.

She laughed so hard her breasts trembled, and her already prominent breasts rose and fell with her violent movements, creating a series of breathtaking waves.

The apricot-yellow Taoist robe was stretched taut by the amazing elasticity, as if it would be torn apart by those two huge mounds of flesh at any moment.

Her cheeks flushed a sickly red from her maniacal laughter, and her phoenix eyes shimmered with moisture, giving her a somewhat alluring appearance.

This incredibly penetrating laughter effortlessly made its way into the next room.

Inside the room, three girls were huddled together, shivering in the corner between the bed and the wall.

But Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying, the two girls who crawled out of the bloodbath of Lu Family Village, felt as if their souls had been instantly ripped out when they heard that devilish laughter!

The homes burned to the ground, the horrific sight of loved ones lying in pools of blood, and the beautiful, gleeful face of this vixen as she slaughtered... all the nightmares that had been forcibly suppressed in my heart surged up in that instant!

"It really is her...it's that she-devil...she's here..."

Lu Wushuang's teeth were chattering wildly, her lips were trembling, and she couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

She gripped Cheng Ying's hand tightly, her nails almost digging into Cheng Ying's flesh, as if only in this way could she draw a tiny bit of strength from this boundless fear.

Cheng Ying's face was also deathly pale, but her eyes held a hint of stubbornness and deep-seated hatred.

She didn't cry, but used all her strength to slightly shield Lu Wushuang with her body.

But her uncontrollable, violent trembling body betrayed her inner fear.

Even Yue Lingshan, who is usually fearless, turned pale at this moment.

Although she had not personally experienced the tragedy of Lu Family Village, the pure malice and madness contained in that laughter was beyond the comprehension of a girl who had been pampered by her parents and senior brothers.

It was a terror from the abyss, a terror that wanted to tear everything beautiful apart.

She could clearly feel that the two "junior sisters" beside her were trembling like leaves in the autumn wind, and that cold fear was also transmitted to her through their tightly clasped hands.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Inside the room, the woman in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe slowly straightened up. She stuck out her scarlet tongue and gently licked her lips, which were dry from laughing. This action was full of extreme allure, as well as extreme danger.

"Miss Ning, what a kind heart you have!"

She spoke softly, but her voice was even more chilling than her earlier maniacal laughter: "Your Huashan Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect, and 'Gentleman Sword' Yue Buqun is a gentleman praised by everyone in the martial arts world."

how?

Now that I, a lone wolf, am about to clean house, does your Huashan Sect also want to get involved?

The woman in the apricot-yellow Taoist robe stood up and, with graceful, cat-like steps, slowly approached Ning Zhongze.

She walked very slowly and steadily, her Taoist robe swaying gently with her movements. Her unique body fragrance, a mixture of perfume and blood, permeated the air, like an invisible net that tightened around Ning Zhongze.

"I have met your senior brother a few times."

She stopped less than three feet in front of Ning Zhongze, a distance that was already full of aggression.

She leaned down slightly, her high breasts almost touching Ning Zhongze's cheek, and said in a voice as soft as a lover's whisper, only the two of them could hear, "I'm very curious, if Master Yue knew that his wife offended me for two unrelated little bastards, taking their lives is a small matter, but what if... what if it ruins your beautiful face because of it?"

Do you think he'll feel bad for him?

I think it would hurt her to see that!

The words contained an extremely vicious threat, but when she spoke them, they carried a chillingly tender and suggestive quality.

Her gaze roamed unabashedly over Ning Zhongze's well-maintained face, delicate collarbone, and chest that rose and fell slightly with nervousness. Her eyes did not seem to be looking at an opponent, but rather admiring a perfect work of art that was about to be defiled and torn apart by her own hands.

Her fingers lifted gently, her long, slender nails painted with henna about to touch Ning Zhongze's cheek.

Ning Zhongze's heart almost leaped out of her chest at that moment!

She could feel the chilling cold emanating from those fingertips, and even more so, the almost tangible, mad aura of lust and tyranny emanating from this vixen.

She knew that if she made even the slightest mistake, she would not only fail to save anyone today, but she herself would also be in trouble!

"stop!"

Ning Zhongze shouted sharply, taking a half step back. With a "clang," the Jade Maiden Sword in his hand was drawn from its sheath a short distance, its chilling light flashing and disappearing in an instant.

"Don't worry!"

I only ask that I have a clear conscience; the two children are innocent!

"Oh?

"A clear conscience?"

Li Mochou seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. Instead of being frightened by the sword light, she laughed even more charmingly and eerily.

She puffed out her proud breasts, letting those two snow-white mounds display their presence even more arrogantly.

“Miss Ning, you are also a woman, so you should understand women’s hearts best.”

Her voice became softer and softer, yet more penetrating. Every word was like a poisoned needle, piercing Ning Zhongze's heart and clearly reaching the ears of the three girls next door.

"Think about it, a man betrays you and abandons you for another woman."

You gave him ten years of your youth.

They devoted countless efforts to him.

He then turned around and embraced another young and beautiful rich girl, making vows of eternal love and saying that he would marry no one but her in this life.

Do you hate him?

Do you want to kill him?

Do you want to tear him and that bitch to pieces together?

Her words caused Ning Zhongze's expression to change slightly.

She thought of her husband, who seemed like a gentleman but was actually ambitious.

Li Mochou, however, seemed to have glimpsed the deepest secret in her heart, and her smile became even more playful.

She leaned forward again, this time almost pressing herself against Ning Zhongze.

She reached out her other hand and gently, with an almost caressing motion, grasped Ning Zhongze's wrist as she held the sword.

Her hands were cold yet soft, possessing an irresistible power.

"So, Lady Ning."

You don't understand me at all, nor do you understand them.

Her lips brushed against Ning Zhongze's ear, her warm breath making Ning Zhongze's ear burn, but her heart remained icy cold.

"Their very existence is the greatest humiliation to me!"

Li Mochou's voice suddenly rose, and a ferocious twist appeared on her beautiful face.

"When I see them, I'm reminded of how that man made such solemn vows to me, and how he ruthlessly pushed me away and turned to embrace another woman's tenderness!"

Every time I think of that adulterous couple making love on their wedding bed, I feel an overwhelming urge to…

Her voice suddenly became sharp and venomous, each word like a gale blown from a frozen hell, carrying a bone-chilling cold and endless hatred: "...I wish I could press my ears against the wall to hear his heavy breathing every time he entered me, to hear that little bitch's suppressed, painful yet pleasurable moans every time!"

I want to know, on what kind of bed, in what kind of woman's body, all the things he promised me, all the desires he suppressed in front of me, were finally satisfied!

However, just as this resentment reached its peak, her voice unexpectedly transformed into a captivatingly tender and alluring tone.

The sharp hatred receded like the tide, replaced by a viscous, deadly allure of languor and curiosity.

Her face even regained that sickly flush, and her eyes became hazy and moist.

She pressed her red lips almost against Ning Zhongze's earlobe, her breath warm and sweet, yet carrying a poisonous scent: "...I also wish I could personally taste what kind of intoxicating flavor could make a man lose his soul and forget all vows of eternal love."

"You are crazy!"

Ning Zhongze tried to break free, but found that her wrist was being held tightly by the other party and she could not move.

Looking at her face, flushed with humiliation, Li Mochou's eyes flashed with a satisfied, morbid pleasure.

She admired Ning Zhongze's beauty, integrity, and current helplessness as if she were admiring her own masterpiece.

"See, you're scared."

Li Mochou chuckled lightly, gently tracing the blade of Ning Zhongze's tightly gripped sword with her fingertips, producing a soft "clang" sound: "You're afraid of me, but you're even more afraid of what I'm saying."

Because you know in your heart that you so-called righteous people, though you talk about benevolence and morality, don't your bodies also crave to be conquered by men?

"You...you're insane! Where's Mei? Where's Lin? ... Lin? Where's Mei? Where's Lin? Where's Mei? Where's Lin? Where'

"You vixen!" Ning Zhongze's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently. She had never suffered such a blatant and vulgar humiliation.