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"what!"
Wang Meng could no longer hold on.
His body made its most instinctive, final struggle.
His legs, which had been sitting steadily, suddenly kicked backward!
"Boom!"
The chair made of precious wood that supported his body was instantly shattered into pieces by this enormous, uncontrolled force, sending wood chips flying everywhere!
Wang Meng's entire body was thrown backward violently by this enormous reaction force!
It was this final, intense, systemic muscle spasm that became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
His thing, which had already been ravaged to its limit and seemed about to explode.
A powerful, majestic arc, filled with strength and despair, was drawn across his lower abdomen.
then……
"Pfft!"
A thick, scalding hot, milky-white fluid with a strong musky scent gushed out like a burst dam, with an unstoppable and violent force!
The milky white torrent, carrying astonishing force and heat, tore through the air and passed over the heads of the three women who were already stunned by the sudden change.
It felt like rain, as if a dark cloud had appeared out of nowhere on the roof.
And the target of this dark cloud was so precise, and yet so... ironic.
"Pat-pat...pat-pat..."
A few sticky, splashing sounds were exceptionally clear and jarring in the deathly silent room.
For a moment, the entire room fell into an eerie, frozen silence.
Tian Yan's scream came to an abrupt halt.
Her body, convulsing violently from the double attack, froze in place. Only her empty, rolled-back pupils testified to the terrifying shock she had just experienced.
Li Lingyue also stopped what she was doing. She stared blankly at the messy table, her face full of disbelief.
Ning Zhongze slowly raised her head from under Tian Yan's skirt.
A trace of saliva, mixed with silk fibers, still clung to the corner of her mouth, belonging to Tian Yan.
Her bloodshot, crazed eyes stared blankly at the white, sticky liquid slowly dripping from above her head.
it's all over.
"Please... leave my room!"
Chapter 46: I Became a Great Medicine?
All gone!
Wang Meng remained lying on his back.
Beneath him lay the wreckage of a chair that was already shattered into pieces.
His breathing was heavy and long, like that of a beast that had just gone through a life-or-death struggle and was exhausted.
His eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling. The old and new wounds inside his body, as well as the huge emptiness after being forcibly drained, were like waves crashing against his limbs and bones.
He just lay there, motionless.
Time seemed to stand still.
After an unknown amount of time, his unfocused gaze finally regained a spark of life.
He slowly used his elbows to support his heavy, iron-like upper body.
His gaze calmly swept over the devastated "battlefield".
My gaze swept over the scattered, disheveled shoes and accessories belonging to a woman lying on the ground.
Then, a very subtle smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Playing hard to get!
It's not just for women!
However, at this moment.
In this moment of utter silence, a moment belonging to the victor.
A voice, without warning, rang out from above his head.
That voice was so unique.
It was unlike the voices of the previous three women, which were either charming, cold, or shrill.
The voice was deep and steady, with a peculiar, soothing magnetism.
But beneath that reassuring facade lies an absolute calm and rationality, like ancient ice.
"With his own strength, he simultaneously manipulated the leader of the peasant clan, the princess of the Tang Dynasty, and the wife of the head of the Huashan Sect..." The voice, unhurried and unhurried, carrying a faint, academic-like scrutinizing tone, slowly drifted down from the high roof beam.
"Your way of 'hospitality' is truly...unique."
Wang Meng raised his head.
Those eyes, which had just retained a trace of madness and exhaustion, suddenly contracted into the most dangerous, needle-like shape the moment they saw the figure on the roof beam.
The air seemed to have been completely sucked out at that moment.
The figure appeared quietly and silently on the roof beam.
She wasn't sitting or lying down, but rather standing there in an unbelievable posture that completely defied the common sense of physics, with her bare, jade-white feet, so light and steady.
She was dressed in a moon-white palace gown, and in the dim light, she seemed to emit a faint, soft halo.
Her jet-black hair was not styled into an elaborate updo, but loosely and casually held in place by an antique-style white jade hairpin, allowing most of the hair to cascade down to her waist like a black waterfall.
And her eyes... they were truly phoenix eyes, untouched by worldly concerns, calm and serene.
When she lowered her eyes and looked at the disheveled Wang Meng on the ground, there was no mockery, no anger, and no emotion in her eyes.
Yes, but it is an almost absolute, pure "emptiness".
It was as if everything in the world was nothing more than meaningless dust in her eyes.
She was the terrifying woman who, not long ago, single-handedly drained and squeezed Wang Meng, this fierce tiger, dry in a way that was almost like exploitation and devouring.
The aunt of Li Qingluo, the owner of Mantuo Villa.
Li Canghai of the Free and Unfettered Sect!
Her gaze lingered on Wang Meng for a moment.
Then, it slowly swept over the tainted dishes on the table, and finally landed on the completely dismantled skeleton of the young phoenix.
Her face was so beautiful it seemed otherworldly.
Finally, a subtle, almost imperceptible emotional fluctuation appeared.
It was a smile that mixed a faint curiosity with a hint of...approval and amusement.
"Tsk..."
A soft smack of the tongue, as if savoring some rare treasure, escaped from her cherry-red lips.
Then, she moved.
Without any leverage, her body floated down slowly and straight from the high roof beam, like a weightless feather.
Her feet landed lightly on the ravaged earth.
It landed on the sticky, dirty floor, which was mixed with wine, soup, and bodily fluids.
However, her pair of flawless, jade-white bare feet, the moment they touched the ground, remained perfectly clean, untouched by a speck of dust.
Wang Meng saw things more clearly than anyone else.
It wasn't that the stain was deliberately avoiding her; rather, she... wasn't even stepping on the ground.
Her flawless feet, seemingly carved from the finest white jade, always maintained a hair-thin distance from the ground, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
She just floated there, as if she had no weight at all.
She floated to the messy dining table, her calm, deep eyes scanning the stained dishes with an almost curious, scrutinizing gaze.
Finally, her gaze settled on the plate of tender pigeons, which were thoroughly soaked with Wang Meng's bodily fluids.
Then, under the gaze of Wang Meng's suddenly contracted pupils, Li Canghai slowly extended his hand.
Her fingers were long, slender, and fair, like green onions.
She used two fingers to pick up a pair of ivory chopsticks from the chopstick rack beside her.
The movement was as gentle as picking up a flower petal.
With precise and gentle touch, the tip of the chopsticks picked up one of the pieces of pigeon meat that was most thickly coated with bodily fluids.
The pigeon meat, with its browned edges from roasting, contrasted sharply with the viscous, translucent, and slowly stringy white liquid, creating a bizarre yet alluring and striking visual impact.
She slowly and steadily brought the "added ingredient" of pigeon meat to her perfectly red, cherry-like lips.
She didn't eat it right away.
Instead, it slightly opened its mouth.
A small, delicate tongue, like a lilac bud after the rain, peeked out from between her slightly parted lips.
The tip of his tongue lightly and tentatively licked the sticky liquid that belonged to Wang Meng on the piece of pigeon meat.
Like a curious cat tasting a drop of morning dew.
Wang Meng's body trembled violently.
He felt as if his soul had been drawn away by that gentle lick.
After making this move, Li Canghai carefully and elegantly put the piece of meat into his mouth.
Her red lips closed gently.