The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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There's no need for you, the owner of the estate, to personally intervene with mere troublemakers.

"Perfect, I'd like to see which fool dares to cause trouble on my turf."

Wang Meng's words, "This is my territory," flowed into Li Qingluo's heart like a warm current.

The domineering and possessive nature implied in those four words did not offend her; instead, it gave her an unprecedented sense of security and peace.

Looking at the man before her, the sternness and coldness on her face melted away instantly.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Qingluo moved gracefully, taking advantage of the moment when everyone's attention was focused on the white cloth on the wall, and softly clung to it like a boneless vine.

She pressed her warm, delicate body tightly against Wang Meng's arm. Her two full, soft mounds, through several layers of thin clothing, pressed unabashedly against his arm. The amazing elasticity and touch made Wang Meng's breath catch in his throat slightly.

Li Qingluo raised her stunningly beautiful face, her breath sweet as orchids, and her watery peach blossom eyes were now filled with blatant seduction and provocation.

In a sweet, cloying voice that only the two of them could hear, she said, "Then... I'll just have to treat my fierce official tonight."

After she finished speaking, her delicate tongue lightly licked her rosy lower lip, her gaze sweeping across his face, Adam's apple, and further down his body with unrestrained abandon.

The yearning in his eyes was almost tangible, completely overwhelming him.

Even in the bustling inner hall, she made no attempt to conceal her allegiance and desire for this man.

She wanted this man to know that she was already his, both physically and emotionally.

He provided her with shelter and protection, and she was willing to become the most docile female dog for him, letting him take whatever he wanted.

Feeling the amazing touch on his arm and hearing the seductive whispers in his ear, Wang Meng looked at Li Qingluo intently, as if trying to etch her alluring appearance into his mind.

He didn't speak, but simply reached out his other hand and gave her a heavy, unceremoniously firm pinch on her pert, shapely breasts, accentuated by the cheongsam. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)

"Ugh..." Li Qingluo let out a muffled groan, her legs went weak instantly, and if she hadn't been clinging tightly to Wang Meng, she would have almost collapsed to her knees on the spot.

The rough kneading through the fabric didn't cause her pain; instead, it sent a tingling current of electricity shooting from her tailbone straight to the top of her head, instantly making her already incredibly sensitive body feel a familiar wetness.

"wait me back."

Wang Meng whispered something in her ear, his voice hoarse and full of aggression.

Then, he let go of her hand, and under Li Qingluo's resentful yet expectant gaze, he turned around and walked out the door.

"Aunt Wu, you're coming too. You'll do whatever Meng Guan says!"

"Understood, Madam!"

Wang Meng strode towards the west courtyard, followed by the maid who was leading the way.

Before they even got close, a burst of arrogant shouts and the crisp sound of porcelain shattering could be heard.

When he stepped through the moon gate of No. 3, C, West Courtyard, the sight before him made his eyes narrow instantly.

In the courtyard, cups and plates were scattered in disarray.

Leading the group was a giant wearing a bronze demon mask, flanked by a tall, thin man with pale, long hair, and on the other side was a short, fat man wearing heavy iron armor.

These men, with their sinister appearance and attire, forced the manor guards to retreat step by step, yet they dared not actually make a move.

Wang Meng's gaze bypassed the three strangely shaped guards and landed on the "master" sitting comfortably at the stone table behind them.

He was a young "gentleman" dressed in luxurious purple robes, with a handsome face, but with a sickly pallor.

He sat there seemingly lazily, but his posture was extremely arrogant—he had one leg casually propped up on the stone table.

A pair of exquisite men's soap boots were casually tossed aside, and what peeked out from under the wide trouser leg... Wang Meng's pupils suddenly contracted imperceptibly.

What was revealed was a foot... one that should never belong to a man. What an exquisitely beautiful foot it was!

Small and exquisite, snow-white and crystal clear, with skin so delicate it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch, it even had a layer of warm ivory-like luster under the dim light.

The five toes were round and plump like pearls, arranged neatly, with a faint, healthy pink hue on the nail plates.

The arch of her foot is breathtakingly beautiful, creating a stunning sight that would drive any man crazy, together with her slender ankle.

This foot, in stark contrast to his masculine attire and arrogant "young master" demeanor, created an incredibly strong contrast.

That's it!

When the giant wearing the bronze demon mask saw Wang Meng enter, he slammed his demon-headed sword heavily on the ground, and the bluestone slab cracked in response!

"how?

Is Mantuo Villa deserted?

"Did they send some reckless brat?"

His voice was deep and thunderous: "Tell that little wench Li Qingluo to get out here!"

My son said he was upset because he didn't manage to snag the last piece of 'blood jade coral'!

She must come and personally pour the wine to apologize, or we'll tear down her dilapidated estate today!

The purple-clad "young master" finally lazily raised his eyes and impatiently kicked the empty wine pot on the table with his perfect jade foot.

He glanced at Wang Meng, his voice clear but deliberately lowered, making him sound somewhat androgynous: "What?"

Who do you think you are, daring to speak to me like that?

Before he finished speaking, Wang Meng moved.

Without any warning, he stood quietly in place one moment, and the next moment, he turned into a blurry black shadow and flashed across the courtyard!

The giant wearing the ghost mask and the man with the pale white hair suddenly narrowed their pupils, about to make a move, but it was already too late.

Wang Meng's target wasn't them at all, but that stone table!

By the time everyone realized what was happening, Wang Meng had already pounced on the stone table.

Instead of attacking the purple-clad "young master's" vital points, he stretched out a hand and, with swift and precise movements, firmly grasped the flawless jade foot that was propped up on the table in his palm!

"what!"

A suppressed, clear, and slightly panicked female voice escaped from the "young master's" mouth.

This voice could no longer conceal its feminine beauty!

The foot felt warm, smooth, and boneless, even more delicate and tender than the finest mutton-fat jade.

Wang Meng's large, rough, and powerful hands contrasted sharply with her fair and delicate skin.

He could even clearly feel the little foot tremble suddenly in his palm, its toes instinctively curling up like a frightened little animal.

"presumptuous!"

"court death!"

The masked giant and the long-haired man roared simultaneously, their murderous aura soaring to the heavens!

The giant man's ghost-headed saber brought a gust of evil wind as it cleaved down, while the long-haired man's fingernails turned black and sharp, clawing at Wang Meng's throat like ghostly claws.

Their speed was extremely fast, and their teamwork was impeccable; they were clearly going to dismember Wang Meng on the spot!

Even Wu Ma, who was right behind her, couldn't react at all!

However, Wang Meng didn't even turn his head.

Just as the blade and claw shadows were about to reach him, his hand holding the jade foot remained motionless, while his other hand rose with lightning speed, his index and middle fingers joined together, aimed at the two figures rushing towards him.

Under the moonlight, everyone could clearly see that he was holding a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair steadily between his two fingers.

On the tip of the needle, a faint blue light flickered eerily, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

Anyone with a modicum of common sense could tell that the blue light was highly poisonous!

Moreover, it is a top-tier poison that can kill instantly upon contact with blood!

The masked giant and the long-haired man stopped abruptly less than half a foot away from Wang Meng!

The rage and murderous intent on their faces were instantly replaced by horror and fear.

They were confident in their martial arts skills, but they had no confidence that they could outrun the poisoned needle between their opponent's fingers!

And the "young master's" body suddenly arched, as if he had been electrocuted, and he let out another uncontrollable, sweet moan.

An unprecedented and strange feeling rushed from the soles of her feet to her brain, making her legs weak and almost causing her to slip off the stone bench.

The entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Only the purple-robed "young master's" rapid and suppressed breathing remained, sounding exceptionally clear in the night.

"A beauty that could topple a nation!"

Haoling!

"Stop it, all of you!"

A sharp, humiliating, and indignant female voice finally shattered the eerie silence.

The purple-clad "young master" could no longer maintain her disguise and screamed in panic with her clear, natural voice.

The giant, masked man she called "the one who could topple kingdoms," abruptly stopped his heavy ghost-headed blade in mid-air, just inches from Wang Meng's head, the force of the wind he generated ruffling Wang Meng's hair.

The pale-haired man called "Haoling" froze, his black fingernails almost touching Wang Meng's clothes, but he could not move forward an inch.

These two ruthless men, who could silence even the most timid children in the martial world, were now like tamed dogs. Under their master's reprimand, they instantly sheathed all their fangs, though their eyes still gleamed with a predatory glint as they locked onto Wang Meng.

Wang Meng didn't care at all; his attention was still completely focused on the soft, smooth jade foot in his palm.

He ignored the two piercing gazes that seemed to want to tear him to pieces, and he also ignored the woman's violent struggles.

His thumb, instead of stopping, intensified its pressure, slowly and with a strong sense of pressure, making circles on the extremely sensitive, tender flesh of the sole of the foot.

"Ugh...no...please...not there..."

The woman completely broke down.

This was something so unfamiliar and so shameful to her that it was more unbearable than any form of torture.

Her body twisted involuntarily, her cheeks flushed, and even physiological tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

His luxurious men's clothing was already in disarray, revealing a small patch of his snow-white neck, which heaved violently with his rapid breathing.

Wang Meng finally leaned down and brought his lips close to her ear, which was slightly open in panic. In a low voice that only the two of them could hear, he said, "Now, can we have a proper talk about making amends?"

"This...Miss?"

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