The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Then, it slowly moved down and landed on the "culprit," which was now calming down because it had lost all "needs," but was still covered with conspicuous teeth marks and bruises.

In her eyes, there was neither Huang Rong's shame and indignation nor Wang Yuyan's horror.

There was only a cold, scholarly scrutiny and curiosity, and a hint of something deeply hidden, perhaps even she herself hadn't noticed... a lingering sense of satisfaction.

Then, she released the hand that had been tightly gripping Wang Meng's, and swam away on her own toward a huge black reef that was the only one protruding from the water not far away.

"Wow--"

The sound of water filled the air, and the first person to escape the sea of ​​suffering was Huang Rong.

She scrambled up the rock, using both her hands and feet, not even bothering to pull up the still unconscious Wang Yuyan.

Like a frightened rabbit, she huddled in a corner of the rocks, hugging her knees tightly, burying her head deep inside, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Her clothes, already soaked through, clung tightly to her body, outlining her shapely curves, but at this moment, this beautiful spring scenery only exuded a chilling despair.

Immediately afterwards, the mysterious woman gracefully climbed to the other side of the reef.

She left Wang Yuyan on the shore.

Then, naked, she sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to meditate and regulate her breathing, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than an insignificant interlude to her.

Finally, there's Wang Meng.

When the last "customer" left, and when the internal energy that had entered his body also stopped, an overwhelming wave of weakness and exhaustion instantly engulfed him.

He didn't even have the strength to lift a finger, and could only let his body float helplessly in the water.

His gaze passed over the water and landed on the three women in different states on the rocks.

This small, unnamed cave, trapped at the bottom of the lake, finally found a moment of deathly tranquility after experiencing that extremely bizarre "symbiosis" formed by the entanglement of flesh.

But beneath this tranquility, a more turbulent and dangerous undercurrent is surging than ever before.

That deathly tranquility was eventually shattered.

It was Huang Rong who broke it.

Her violently trembling body stopped without warning.

Then, slowly and stiffly, she raised her head. Her stunningly beautiful face, buried between her knees, was devoid of any emotion—no shame, no fear, only a deathly stillness, like a frozen lake.

Her gaze swept over Wang Yuyan, who was still unconscious, and over the mysterious woman on the other side of the reef, who sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, seemingly in a meditative state.

Finally, it landed on the man in the water who had almost lost all his strength and could barely stay afloat.

She stood up. Her movements lacked any of her former agility and charm; instead, she resembled a beautiful, precisely manipulated puppet.

She walked to the edge of the reef, bent down, and stretched out a hand that was still trembling slightly and was cold.

Wang Meng felt his arm being grabbed.

The touch was soft, yet as cold as a piece of jade, devoid of any warmth.

He didn't even have the strength to respond, and could only let that not-so-strong but unusually firm force drag his body, which was like a dead dog, little by little, out of the cold lake water, and with a "thud," he was thrown onto the cold, hard, and damp rocks.

Every friction between his skin and the rock seemed to remind him of the incredible, passive journey he had just taken.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily. The icy lake water, mixed with some strange aftertaste he dared not think about, kept escaping from his mouth and nose as he coughed.

He didn't even have the strength to lift his head; all he could see was a pair of small, embroidered shoes covered in mud, which had stopped in front of him.

"Young Master Wang, I hope you will keep your promise..."

The voice was flat and cold, like a pebble skimming across a frozen lake without creating a ripple.

Wang Meng's heart sank.

He strained to lift his head, but all he saw was a figure resolutely turning away.

She didn't say another word, didn't even glance at him again, and didn't look at the unconscious Wang Yuyan.

She simply walked to the other side of the rock face, stretched out her slender fingers, and groped around in the slippery crevices until she found an extremely hidden path that she could climb.

The next moment, she moved.

Her petite frame burst forth with astonishing agility and strength that belied her appearance.

Using both her hands and feet, she swiftly climbed up the almost vertical, slippery rock face like the most agile, startled female leopard!

That road did not lead to the Mando Villa they had come from.

Instead, it's a completely different path.

She clearly didn't want to go back to Manteau Manor for even a moment longer.

Wang Meng could only watch helplessly as that delicate, water-stained figure quickly turned into a small black dot on the rock wall, and finally disappeared without hesitation into a higher and deeper crevice.

she left.

The shoreline fell silent once more.

All that remained was him, who was extremely weak, Wang Yuyan, who was unconscious, and the mysterious woman who had never even lifted her eyelids from beginning to end, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

It was as if Huang Rong's departure was nothing more than the wind blowing and leaves falling to the ground for her.

Wang Meng lay on the cold rocks, each breath carrying a bone-chilling cold.

The weakness within him was like a bottomless abyss, constantly devouring his remaining consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe half an hour, maybe longer.

A faint sound of tumbling gravel suddenly broke the suffocating silence from the deep crack in the rock wall above.

Immediately afterwards, beams of bright firelight pierced the darkness like sharp swords, illuminating the area in a flickering light.

A large number of maids dressed in uniform appeared at the edge of the cliff, like a swarm of startled bees.

Holding torches, they peered down cautiously, their faces filled with panic and unease.

Behind them, three figures slowly emerged.

The one in the lead was naturally Li Qingluo.

Standing beside Li Qingluo, slightly behind her by half a step, was the beautiful Taoist nun, Abbess Miejue, dressed in a simple gray Taoist robe.

Their eyes immediately locked onto Wang Meng.

And strikingly similar, both were filled with concern and relief.

It's just a very good disguise.

The other one was completely undisguised.

However, Wang Meng's gaze was uncontrollably drawn to the third woman.

This woman was neither as eager as Li Qingluo, nor as wary as Abbess Miejue.

She simply stood leisurely a little further back, like an interested spectator, observing everything below with her captivating, alluring eyes that seemed to see right through people.

She looked to be around twenty years old, exuding a mature and rich charm, like ripe water.

Her long, jet-black hair was styled into an intricate, languid, and elegant updo, with a few unruly strands falling across her smooth forehead and snow-white neck, adding a touch of captivating charm with each gentle sway.

She wore a deep purple dress that was cut so tightly that it was incredibly form-fitting. The fabric was as smooth as water and clung to her stunningly curvaceous and alluring figure.

The slit in the skirt was extremely high, almost reaching the top of the thigh. The long, slender legs revealed beneath the high slit were not bare skin, but rather tightly wrapped in a layer of black gauze fabric as thin as a cicada's wing and as dark as the night.

Above this veil, there seemed to be some kind of exquisite vine pattern embroidered with gold thread, winding upwards, appearing and disappearing in the torchlight, full of luxurious allure.

Her feet were treading on a pair of equally deep purple, uniquely designed soft-soled ankle boots. But the heels of these boots were cleverly and greatly raised, while the front tapered into a sharp and graceful arc.

This gave her a forward-leaning, imposing, and aggressive posture. With each step, she stood out from the crowd, showcasing her voluptuous curves and taut calves to an extreme degree that was breathtaking.

Without hesitation, the beautiful Daoist nun, Abbess Miejue, grabbed Li Qingluo's soft waist, lightly touched the rock wall with her feet, and like weightless gray wings, she carried Li Qingluo straight and lightly, leaping down from the cliff several meters high!

"boom."

With a soft thud, the nun's cloth shoes landed steadily on the rocks, stirring up a tiny ripple in the water.

She had just helped Li Qingluo, whom she was holding, to her feet when the latter, like a mad mother leopard, broke free of her support and pounced on the half-dead Wang Meng on the reef!

Her elegant skirt trailed messily on the slippery rocks, and her exquisite hair was disheveled, but Li Qingluo didn't care at all.

She staggered a few steps and fell directly to Wang Meng's side. Her well-maintained, delicate hands, adorned with expensive jade bracelets, trembled slightly with nervousness as they touched Wang Meng's cold cheeks and chest.

"A fierce official!"

"Are you alright?" Her voice was filled with an overwhelming sense of panic and tenderness.

That address of "Meng Guan" was so natural, so intimate, yet it carried an unquestionable, possessive air, as if asserting sovereignty.

"I...I'm fine...I'm not going to die anytime soon!"

Wang Meng's voice was hoarse and weak, as if it were being squeezed out of rusty iron, each word exhausting all his strength at that moment.

On Wang Meng's face, there was even a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Then, with his last ounce of strength, he raised his mud-covered hand and, trembling, pointed to the other side of the reef. There stood the naked woman, who had remained seated cross-legged like a meditating monk the entire time.

Hearing Wang Meng's weak response, Li Qingluo's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt half relieved.

Her tense body went limp instantly, as if her bones had been removed.

The fear and pity in his eyes transformed into a thick, almost overflowing affection.

She stared intently at Wang Meng's pale face, as if trying to etch his image into her very bones.

Finally, following Wang Meng's trembling finger, she reluctantly shifted her gaze away from her beloved "Meng Guan".

With that movement, she froze completely.

Before, Wang Meng was the only person in her world.

His safety and his survival consumed her entire being.

She did "see" other people on the rocks, but they were just meaningless blocks of color, like a backdrop.

But now, when she actually "looked" over there—she saw it.

She saw a woman.

A woman who is completely naked.

In the dim firelight, that body gleamed with a warm and sacred luster, like the finest mutton-fat jade.

Every inch of her skin was flawless, her curves exquisite and alluring, even more breathtaking than her own meticulously maintained mature body.