The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Wang Meng immediately made a judgment in his mind.

He barely hesitated before fixing his sights on the door from which a faint candlelight emanated.

The suppressed sobs and gasps were coming from inside.

Wang Meng hesitated for a moment.

With a swift movement, he still managed to stick to the base of the wall like a ghost, avoiding any angle that might be seen from inside.

He stretched out his finger and gently poked a small hole in the window paper, then peered through it.

Even with his vast experience, Wang Meng couldn't help but gasp after just one glance.

The scene in the room was even more erotic and brutal than he had imagined!

A stunningly beautiful Taoist nun, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe and possessing an extremely voluptuous and alluring figure, was pinning a mature woman in a blue outfit firmly against an eight-immortal table in the room.

Wang Meng recognized her; he had met her once before—Ning Zhongze, the wife of "Gentleman Sword" Yue Buqun!

As for the beautiful Taoist nun in the yellow robe... Wang Meng simply didn't have time to identify her.

Because, in Wang Meng's eyes at this moment, the thin sheet of window paper had become the most breathtaking picture in the world.

What he witnessed was the complete collapse of the Jade Maiden of Mount Hua.

Ning Zhongze was being humiliated in an extremely humiliating way, her upper body pressed firmly against the cold octagonal table. The back of her light blue outfit had been torn to shreds, revealing her tattered underpants and a large expanse of her white, pert buttocks.

And right in the center of that pair of underwear, there was a blatant tear.

The perpetrator was none other than that alluring and seductive Taoist nun.

Her face wore a twisted yet satisfied, almost divine, cruel smile.

One of her hands gripped Ning Zhongze's nape like an eagle's claw, rendering her unable to move.

Meanwhile, the other hand, with its two slender fingers painted with bright red nail polish, was mercilessly inflicting violence.

Wang Meng's eyesight was exceptional; he could even clearly see that with each movement of Li Mochou's fingers, glistening bodily fluids were drawn out, mixed with Ning Zhongze's humiliated tears, slowly sliding down Ning Zhongze's taut thighs, dripping onto the cold ground, splashing into tiny, desperate water droplets.

Ning Zhongze had long since stopped crying, leaving only broken, desperate sobs and gasps like a small animal.

Her body convulsed uncontrollably amidst extreme pain, shame, and the unfamiliarity that had been forcibly aroused.

Her proud will and dignity are being crushed into mud inch by inch by the beautiful Taoist nun in the most despicable and cruel way.

"How is it, Lady Ning?"

Li Mochou's fingertips, carrying a cold and irresistible cruelty, ravaged that warm secret realm.

She could clearly feel that the two pieces under her fingers were uncontrollably contracting and trembling because of their owner's shame and indignation and the body's instinctive reaction.

This did not stop her; instead, it aroused her even more perverse desire to conquer.

She pressed her red lips almost against Ning Zhongze's earlobe, her breath warm and sweet, her voice soft and seductive like a lover's whisper, carrying a poisonous aura: "How is it, Lady Ning?"

How do my two fingers compare to the skill of your "gentleman's sword"?

Her voice paused, and she watched the body in her arms tremble violently, her smile widening. "Look, your body is quite honest; the shimmering water on the table is almost reflecting your face."

While you verbally express no, deep down... aren't you already hoping to experience something more intense and substantial?

"Waaaa...no...Li Mochou...kill me now!"

Ning Zhongze's pleas were no longer coherent. The sound squeezed out from the depths of her throat was less a refusal and more like a dying groan, the most primal cry of the body after reason and dignity had been utterly crushed.

'Li Mochou?'

Upon hearing this name...

Outside the door, behind the paper window, Wang Meng's brows were tightly furrowed.

He wasn't feeling pity, but the Huashan Sect was a prestigious and orthodox sect, and this was happening within the Mantuo Manor. Li Mochou was a ruthless killer, and if something went wrong, who knew if it would affect his progress in controlling the Mantuo Manor?

If I hadn't noticed it before, then so be it.

But now that he's discovered this, Wang Meng no longer dares to gamble.

After hesitating for a moment.

Wang Meng's mind raced, and he instantly made up his mind.

Just as Li Mochou withdrew her fingers, preparing to admire them glistening with bodily fluids before indulging in an even more cruel act, a lazy, slightly mocking voice rang out from the doorway without warning.

"Master, you're in high spirits. However, torturing someone with your fingers is rather petty."

Those who insult others will always be insulted in return, but such a crude method, if it gets out, will damage your reputation, Daoist Master.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the room.

Li Mochou's movements suddenly stopped, her beautiful yet twisted face instantly covered with frost, and her phoenix eyes shot out murderous intent like two poisoned swords, fiercely shooting towards the door!

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open from the outside.

A figure, backlit, slowly walked in.

It was Wang Meng.

"Who are you, you cowardly rat, hiding your head and tail, daring to meddle in my business, Li Mochou's affairs?"

Li Mochou slowly straightened up. Although her fingers left Ning Zhongze's body, her other hand still gripped the back of her neck tightly, keeping her in that humiliating position, showing no intention of letting her go.

Wang Meng ignored her almost murderous gaze and the surging murderous aura emanating from her.

His gaze, however, bypassed Li Mochou and landed on the pale, mature body beneath her, which was silently sobbing.

He clicked his tongue, shook his head, and showed just the right amount of regret on his face. "Who I am is not important. What is important is that you're doing something wrong, Daoist Master."

Wang Meng's voice remained unhurried, yet carried a condescending tone of instruction: "There are rumors in the martial arts world that there was a formidable man in the Qin Dynasty named Lao Ai, who could use himself as an axis to turn a wooden wheel, thereby winning the Empress Dowager's favor and gaining immense power in the court."

If you truly wish to humiliate this heroine and subdue her completely, you should find a real man like Lao Ai, someone with real skills, and have a real fight with him, making her beg for mercy before you, and turning her decades-long reputation for chastity into a complete mess. That would be true spiritual destruction, true humiliation.

He paused, his gaze finally meeting Li Mochou's phoenix eyes burning with anger. He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his smile filled with endless arrogance and disdain: "Using only two fingers is like a three-year-old playing house. What kind of skill is that?"

"A thing without testicles dares to talk about 'humiliation'?"

These words were more vicious and malicious than any of the previous ones!

It directly negates everything Li Mochou has done, devaluing her pride and abuse of others to nothing!

The phrase "no eggs" was a sharp blow to her, highlighting her vulnerability as a woman who couldn't truly possess a man.

She has never even tasted the flavor of a man—this is her deepest and most painful secret!

If an ordinary person heard such words, they would have been furious.

Unexpectedly, after a moment of surprise, Li Mochou not only didn't get angry, but instead started laughing.

She knows Wang Meng!

Therefore, the laughter was even more charming and melodious than before, as if Wang Meng had told the funniest joke in the world.

She released her grip on Ning Zhongze's hand, letting her exhausted body slump onto the table.

As she laughed, she stuck out her scarlet tongue and slowly licked her lips. Her phoenix eyes, like a cat that had discovered a new toy, looked Wang Meng up and down with great interest.

I know you!

"Tsk tsk, you're right, I really don't have that thing."

Her voice was so soft and alluring it could melt water, filled with undisguised curiosity, "But, judging from what you're saying, could it be... you have?"

And very powerful?

Her gaze was bold and intense, staring unabashedly at Wang Meng's lower body.

That gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier of clothing, directly seeing what was hidden deep within.

Wang Meng met her gaze calmly, a confident and proud smile spreading across his face.

"I am not talented, but I am confident that I have some assets in my crotch."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone carrying a hint of boasting, yet also a calm statement of fact, "Lao Ai could run around with a car wheel on his head."

Although I'm not very skilled, and I've never tried riding a wheel, balancing a water tank on my head and making a few circles isn't too difficult.

"Lifting a water tank?"

Li Mochou's eyes suddenly burst forth with an astonishing light!

It was a complex gleam, a mixture of doubt, excitement, cruelty, and intense curiosity.

The murderous and sadistic intent in her heart seemed to be completely ignited by this sudden and even more provocative suggestion.

Torture a woman who can't even kill a chicken may be fun, but nothing compares to the thrill of witnessing such legendary and strange events firsthand.

"it is good!

What a magnificent water tank balanced on its back!

Li Mochou clapped her hands and laughed, her laughter causing her to tremble. Her two huge breasts heaved violently, almost bursting out of her clothes.

"My lord, I'll take your bet!"

"What are we betting on?" Wang Meng asked with a smile.

It was as if the person in front of her was not a serial killer, but an ordinary, beautiful Taoist nun.

Her smile vanished abruptly, and her face instantly switched back to that cold and cruel expression.

"I remember there was a water vat in the courtyard, filled with water."

If you can really lift that full tank of water using your skill, as you claim, and walk around it once, then you'll win?"

Wang Meng nodded: "There has to be a wager!"

"have!

As long as you can hold it up, walk around once.

I, Li Mochou, will spare them today!

She paused, glancing towards the next room, her voice filled with an undeniable resolve:

"Not only that, I also promise you that I will never hunt down those two little bitches again within a year!"

how about it? "

Her tone abruptly changed, her voice suddenly becoming incredibly sinister and filled with murderous intent: