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He lowered his head, buried his face in it, and took a deep, ecstatic breath at her fair soles.
"Mmm...it smells so good..."
Wang Meng let out a satisfied, indistinct sigh.
"You...you shameless lecher!"
brute!
let me go! "
Wang Meng now knows.
It seems.
This wild horse from the grasslands was not as easy to tame as one might imagine.
He raised his head, his gaze passing over Zhao Min's struggling body.
It's okay, training horses requires patience!
Looking towards the doorway, she called out loudly, "Master, come in!"
The door was silently pushed open by a pale white hand.
The tall and aloof figure of Abbess Miejue appeared at the doorway.
She was clearly outside the door the whole time, listening to everything that was happening inside.
Her beautiful face still held that same calm, aloof, and icy expression.
She walked in slowly.
The door creaked shut behind them, shutting them out of everything outside.
The smell in the room was stronger and more pungent than the odor emanating from Wang Meng.
The filthy stench, a mixture of male and female bodily fluids and urine, assaulted her senses. She forced herself to suppress her nausea and scanned the room.
On the large bed, a slender figure was curled up.
Zhao Min had clearly just woken up from her coma; her clothes were torn to shreds, barely covering her vital parts.
That once radiant face was now deathly pale, covered with dried tear stains and suspicious white liquid, with even a trace of pale yellow grime remaining at the corner of her mouth.
But then, when she saw the stunningly beautiful Taoist nun in a moon-white robe, tall and with a cold and aloof face, the fear and hatred in her eyes were instantly replaced by a huge, absurd, and unbelievable astonishment.
Extinction... Abbess Miejue?
The leader of the Emei Sect?
Why is she here?
"Princess Minmin Temur!"
"Hand over the antidote for 'Qingsu Beifeng'."
otherwise……"
His gaze shifted to Abbess Miejue, who remained silent to the side.
"Otherwise, this nun and I will let you experience what it truly means to be... worse than dead."
Zhao Min's body trembled violently.
She looked at Abbess Miejue in disbelief.
What I saw was a face expressionless, colder than frost.
"You... you..."
She finally spoke, her voice hoarse like a broken gong: "You... a righteous sect... how dare you associate with such a lecherous scoundrel... shameless!"
Abbess Miejue's eyelids twitched slightly.
She didn't speak, but slowly reached out and began to untie the belt of her Taoist robe. The moon-white belt floated to the ground.
Next came the large Taoist robe that symbolized her status as the sect leader.
When the Taoist robe slipped off her shoulder, revealing the pure white, tight-fitting undergarment underneath, Zhao Min's pupils suddenly contracted!
Abbess Miejue's figure was astonishingly good.
Her skin remained firm and fair, her waist slender, and her breasts, outlined by her tight-fitting undergarments, possessed a perfect, firm, and elastic contour.
She possesses a powerful and athletic physique that comes from years of martial arts training, yet she retains none of the gentleness and femininity of a woman.
This is a woman who has reached the pinnacle of maturity, like the strongest liquor, capable of driving any man mad.
But at this moment, there was no tenderness on the woman's face, only a cold, numb expression, as if she were carrying out a mission.
She walked step by step to the bedside.
"Shameless?"
Abbess Miejue finally spoke, her voice calm and undisturbed: "For the lives of my Emei disciples, what does it matter if it's shameless or even if we fall into the deepest hell?"
After saying that, she reached out and, with lightning speed, grabbed Zhao Min's ankle!
"what!"
Zhao Min gasped in surprise and instinctively tried to pull her leg back, but her ankle was grabbed by Fang Yanqing's hand and held as if by iron clamps, unable to move an inch!
With a forceful tug, Fang Yanqing pulled Zhao Min's bare, slender legs out from under her tattered clothes.
Her other hand covered it.
That hand was slightly cool and dry, yet it possessed an irresistible power.
Her hands, which should have been used to perform the Emei Nine Yang Skill, were now slowly kneading and stroking the calves that represented another woman, with an almost anatomical precision.
“Princess, your bones are extraordinary and your meridians are unobstructed. You are indeed a rare martial arts prodigy.”
The Abbess Miejue spoke as if she were commenting on an object, "I wonder if your body, like your bones, is also so... sensitive?"
As she spoke, her hand slid up Zhao Min's calf, past her knee, and onto the more sensitive inner thigh!
"No...don't touch me!"
Get out! "
Zhao Min's body trembled violently. The feeling of being touched by another woman in this way was even more disgusting and humiliating than being touched by Wang Meng!
She struggled frantically, but her strength was as weak as that of an infant in front of Fang Yanqing.
The beautiful Taoist nun completely ignored her resistance. Her fingers, with a cold and aimless touch, pressed and rubbed lightly on that warm and smooth skin.
She even used her fingernails to gently and slowly scratch red marks on the most sensitive area.
"Um……"
A suppressed, distorted groan escaped Zhao Min's lips uncontrollably.
Her body is betraying her.
The scraped area sent waves of shameful, tingling sensation through her scalp.
Wang Meng watched this scene with great interest, as if he were enjoying a wonderful drama.
"It seems that the nun's methods are far superior to mine."
Fang Yanqing did not answer, as if she had not seen Wang Meng's actions.
Her entire attention was focused on the "work" she was creating.
Her fingers became bolder and went deeper.
"found it."
Suddenly, Fang Yanqing spoke softly, as if talking to herself.
Immediately, she pressed down hard with her thumb, which was adorned with a jade thumb ring, and then began to rub and twist it rapidly with an extremely professional finger technique, as if she had practiced it a thousand times!
"what!
No…uh…stop…stop!
Zhao Min's scream instantly turned into a broken, tearful groan.
This feeling is terrifying!
Abbess Miejue's fingers were cold and hard, but every press and twist she made seemed to carry an evil current, precisely striking the most sensitive and vulnerable nerve centers in Zhao Min's body!
The tingling sensation that made her scalp tingle was like a wildfire that spread from the point where she was being rubbed to her entire body in an instant!
Zhao Min's reason was screaming "No!" and her dignity was screaming in resistance.
But her body, a body already overwhelmed by the double torment of the Xuanming Cold Poison and Wang Meng, reacted in the most honest and despicable way at the first moment!
Her waist arched upwards uncontrollably, as if to accommodate the sinful hand that was ravaging her.
Her thighs were taut and straight from the extreme stimulation, while her two plump buttocks, tightly yet helplessly relaxed, writhed slightly and shamefully on the bed.
What made her even more desperate was that she could clearly feel that deep inside her dry, private thighs, a slippery, shameful liquid was beginning to secrete, staining Abbess Miejue's cold fingers with a glistening sheen.
"look!"
The beautiful Taoist nun's voice, like the whispers of a devil from hell, rang clearly in Zhao Min's ears: "Your body is much more honest than your mouth."
As she spoke, the speed of her thumb, which was rubbing, suddenly increased!
His finger technique suddenly changed, becoming cold and precise.
Her thumb relentlessly ground at that most vulnerable and sensitive core, bringing waves of tingling numbness that could drive a person mad.
At the same time, the beautiful Taoist nun's index and middle fingers, joined together, transformed into a cold, sharp blade, which without hesitation broke through the last line of defense that had never been set foot in by outsiders, and ruthlessly invaded the tight and humid depths of that secluded valley.
"Ugh!"
A throbbing, tearing pain that was forcibly pushed open, and a shameful shiver that shot from the tailbone straight to the top of the head, collided violently within Zhao Min's body like two completely opposite torrents!
His consciousness was instantly torn to shreds by this contradictory yet extreme impact.
Zhao Min's body had never experienced such a violation. Every inch of her flesh screamed in resistance, yet under the drive of instinct, it spasmed and contracted uncontrollably.
Abbess Miejue's fingers, carrying an irresistible force, penetrated deep into the forbidden area, easily reaching the end of that forbidden land and touching its softest, most core source.
The beautiful Taoist nun's face was expressionless, but she uttered a few words from her cold lips, as if she were evaluating an inanimate object: "Princess, your inner parts are so tight, so warm, and you even have... an instinct that doesn't obey your commands."